The Lesson ((Now Open))

[Justice]

Deep in thought as he poured over the stacks of nearly finished papers in front of him Justice hadn't heard that he wasn't alone at first when the female's shoes clicked on the floor. When he did finally hear however, his first instinct, one which was only natural to him after the run in he had with the town's guards had raided his home, was to reach for a well concealed gun which was nestled in among some other random objects in the top drawer of the large desk he sat behind, that and to run. To just leave this place with his line of all but forgotten credit cards, where he could pick up and place his life elsewhere.


Justice took a half interested peak in the security monitor which sat beside a quite large computer monitor and breathed a sigh of relief as he was able to make out a familiar face, though the picture was a little fuzzy, he was sure he recognized the approaching figure. This was young Angel McCoy which was edging ever so slowly towards his training area, the renigade daughter of Mr. McCoy who seemed persistent on trying to catch him up to no good.

Justice released his firm grip on the gun and pushed the top drawer closed. There would be no need for a weapon in her case, she had been here to train before. In fact she had spent so much money hear in the facility that he had promised her a free round in the battle ground; a large area which gave the demons a natural almost forest like area, which was closed in with shatter and sound proof glass, it seemed like now he would have to keep good on his promise of a free round, so Justice pulled out a form which he requested that his clients signed. The form just kept the clients responsible for any injuries obtained while training, that and to keep their mouth shut about this place. These were in nicer more professional words of course.

[Angel Killer]

The halls faintly reminded Angel of a very well maintained hospital. As she walked through, she could smell the uncomforting scent of some type of high sanitary solution. As she looked around, the smaller framed girl pulled the black zip up hooded sweater closer to her. It was covering a blue sports tank top with a pair of tight knee length track pants, this was her usual attire for her training.

Her glossed lips curled upwards as she walked and her mind wandered to Adrian, she was wondering what he was doing right now. She was wondering if his thoughts were on her like her's were with him. She was so deep in thought that she nearly hadn't noticed that she was headed towards a door. Chuckling at her own clutziness Angel pulled opened the door to where she had met Justice in his office many times before, and there he was, as usual sitting behind his desk working away.

" Hi." She said, with a cheerful smile on her lips to match her cheery like voice. " Working hard?" she met his eyes, he didn't look like he had gotten too much sleep over the past couple of days. This was something Angel shrugged off, she had heard some townspeople gossiping about Justice and the near raid on his facility so she wasn't surprised about the lack of sleep as since she became wanted for a murder she did not commit, she had found it hard to sleep as well.

[Justice]

As the young woman's face emerged into the office speaking in a rather cheerful and upbeat voice, Justice, despite his foul mood could not help but returning her chipper smile with his own, although it was admittingly somewhat forced. This was the one thing Justice, no matter the person didn't like was his clients who were wanted for something, especially to the extent she was wanted, he was in a deep bit of trouble as it was but to basically to be aligning himself with criminals of any sorts was something he just didn't risk due to his own extracuricular activities, this was no matter with any personality.

She had made a rather funny comment about his work ethic. He smiled, " No, you're absolutely right my dear, I do work too much." He said clasping his hands around a slender ballpoint pen, Far too much. He thought as the forced smile began to merge into a genuine warm one. As he passed the pen to Angel and pointed, as a reminder to where she had to sign, he couldn't help but wonder how she had achieved such a level happiness. She seemed to glow, her blue eyes seemed to radiate with a peaceful energy, perhaps things at home got better for her, that was a thought that gave a sudden twinge of guilt as he did in fact bring up her home life when confronting her father earlier.

" You have fun." He smiled to her again, " I'll just be in the other room working and keeping an eye in the other room. Just try to leave some of them for other clients alright?" He gave a chuckle and escorted the young girl to the entrance of the 'battle grounds' and lightly touched her back, " I'll set the timer for an hour?"

[Angel Killer]

Angel took the pen that Justice held in his outstretched hand, she only quickly glanced at the familiar form in front of her and signed her name in her neat an elegant handwriting, looking up at Justice after she did so, wondering how many more times he was going to force her to sign this exact form. She smiled, she supposed with the type of business Justice ran he would need to take such precautionary measures. Especially in modern society when for every friend or aquaitance you had, there were always someone who wanted to cause harm to another for their own pleasure.

Now allowed to go and train, she followed Justice to the enterance of the training area, as Justice opened the door to allow her into the room Angel quickly pulled out a music disc and passed it to Justice, grinning at the immidiate look he wore on his face, as their taste in music definately did not mesh. " Thanks." She said as he put a hand on her back and urged her inside where she could immediately feeling a chill in the air that later, after her workout she would probably come to enjoy.

The door closed behind her, locking her in with many specimen of demons which Justice would go out and take back here with him. Soon the sound of loud techno music, Angel's favorite music to train to, filled the air, giving her that adrenilie rush she needed to go after the hell spawns. Angel looked up at Justice who she could see a level up above where he usually overlooked the training process and gave him a nod letting him know she was ready to proceed.

[Justice]

Justice took the c.d. apprehensively from the girl and turned it over in his hands, he took a deep breath and then nodded, it wasn't his favorite thing about clients, they always had their own idea of good music, hopefully this one here would be far better then the racket she had last time she was here. He chuckled, " Alright." he said and made sure she was ready as he closed the glass door so that she was now contained in the training area.

Justice made his way up to another compartment, it as well was made of the same shatter proof glass that the training area had been created out of. It was more a booth than anything. It stood a level up higher, here he was able to get a bird's eye view of what went on down below, just in case he recieved a client who couldn't fair up against the opponents in the training area at all. He peered down and slipped the compact disc into it's tray and then looked down below where he recieved a single nod telling him that the girl was ready. He smiled warmly before he reached out a tapped a button on the wall, this button when he pressed it opened doors containing different prototypes of demons which he had collected. Each one he wiped from the streets. Each one had it's own reason for being caught, some he had rescued the town's children from, the children who ignored the simple laws of their curfew. Others who were lurking in alley ways ready like panthers to jump out at their victims.

He watched as they all seemed to creep towards the young girl, he knew she would be able to handle herself, after all she had been here before and he had witnessed her training before. Still, something had him worried today. Not so much in her abilities, or even the demons down below. It was as though he had a sixth sense, a feeling eating at him in the pit of his stomache, that something was about to go seriously wrong.

[Angel Killer]

She watched closely as the first round of demons were let go, they were scarecrows all creeping towards her in their child like dance. Angel smirked, these ones were like reaching out for a cookie in a cookie jar with no one around, they were easy, weak and simple to take out. They had no real speed, they weren't too bright that was for sure, and they broke so god damn easily that all Angel had to do was to knock the one closer to her off it's feet, and then take the long blade on the wall behind her as it was sharp enough to make a clean precise slice to the other two.

She took a deep breath and began to work out her plan, crouch low she gracefully swept her leg underneath the demon who stood next to her, she heard it as it landed with a thud on the floor while she took the long blade off of the wall and swung at the demon in front of her.

Like she had anticipated the the longsword sliced the flesh of the other two, leaving them in a pile of dust at her feet. Now for the one on the floor. Angel pulled the sword high above her head, the scarecrow on the floor twitched, it was trying to get itself back up. Angel actually half smiled at the thing's pitiful attempt and brought the blade down so that it plunged into the scarecrow's chest where it let out it's horrible screech and was left in a pile of dust like the others.

These were the simple ones, the weak of the demon spieces, what she was looking forward to was as she got up in levels. The ones that took a little more technique, the ones who wouldn't die as quickly.

[Roman]

He entered the building, still feeling the effects of the drink he was here for one thing and one thing only- her, he was going to take her home with him tonight, and in his mind state it would turn out to be a weather she was compliant or not, he was going to lay with a woman, and he wanted it to be her.

He could hear her, with his demon senses, while she went off with her training, he could hear every punch and kick as it landed on it's target. She could hear the sound of the blade cutting through the air right before it pierced into an unsuspecting critter. His usual serious face turned pulled itself into a smile as his boots slammed hard into the white surface of the floor with every step he took.

This was the element of surprise, she would be unsuspecting and off her guard, he would snatch her away and be done with it. He would then drag her off to his castle like he had wanted to do so many times before, but then that was when he had been thinking clearly and listened to the voice in his head warned him against doing so many times before. Tonight he wasn't about to listen, he was going to take what was his and that was it.

[Justice]

Justice stood as still as a statue with his hands folded behind his back whilst he continued watching over the girl who was training. He stifled a yawn, he hadn't got much sleep as of late, the few hours of the activity he did have were filled with terrible dreams of his all but forgotten past. It hurt him deep down, to view the images of his mother's last words as she looked up at him with dead eyes, she had told him that she loved him, and was proud of the man he was becoming right before she had bled to death on the kitchen floor. It was a scene he had never forgotten, one which carried around with him, afterwards he would go and find father laying in his bed, swimming in a pool of his own blood.

As sad as the memories made them, he cherished them at the same time, they were what gave him the strength to continue his work, to help other in their own journey through the unlocked world of demons. It's what made him work hard from day to day, studying these creatures, making observations on what made them tick, learning their weak points and sharing these observations with others.

Justice's eyes averted to the security monitor, his eyes met the visitor's fuzzy outline, he could briefly make out the boots hitting the floor as he walked slowly towards the elevator that would lead him down here to the underground facility. Thus making him tare his eyes away from the slow moving image on the screen as he shut down the battle ground. His bad feeling eating at him once again as he raced down to unlock the door to let his client out.

[Angel Killer]

Angel stood, waiting, prepared for the demon to come out of the pod like machine, but it wasn't coming. She immediately put her arms down by her side and looked up into the compartment Justice usually stood in and noticed he was gone, that was when she heard the glass door opening up behind her and she turned around only to see it was Justice.

She looked into his face, it was contorted in fear, his eyes and face full of urgency as he stood there before her. It was certainly different than the usual calm and collective look he wore. Her heart started pounding quickly, there was something about this face that scared her, though she knew not what his reaction was about, all she knew was there must have been something seriously wrong. " Is everything o.k?" She asked, not wanting to pry, but couldn't help in doing so. After all, she had never seen the man standing before her this scared of anything before so there must have been something up.

[Justice]

She had asked him ever so innocently if everything was o.k., that was when he knew he would have to pull it together as he didn't want to frighten her anymore than he was. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as he opened them he looked at her sternly, " It's fine, I just need you to come with me, and take a weapon." He said in his forced calm voice.

As she did this, he turned around, there was only one way out of here at the moment, and that was the elevator, however Justice realized that if they did take the elevator up than they would be face to face with whoever it was making their way to them. Not a chance he was willing to take at the moment. They would need to stay down here, there were plenty of weapons for him to fend off the visitor if he needed too. He glanced back at Angel who had in her hands a small handgun and he nodded putting his hand up to keep her behind him, his old fashion mannor not wanting the girl to have to fight anymore than she had to.

Facing the elevator doors, Justice stood prepared, he looked over his shoulder at Angel and put a finger up to his mouth telling the girl without the sound of words to stay quiet just as he heard the elevator door opening, telling them their guest had arrived.

[Roman]

Roman found the elevator easily as he continued his stride towards the compartment. Once inside he pressed the arrow for the down button, going by memory as he followed Angel's scent, mingling with the one who owned this place. He smiled, he could smell the strong sense of fear, the closer he got, which only heightened as the door to the elevator opened up, allowing him out of the cage he was trapped in.

He paused for a moment before taking a step out, his stride slow as he revealed himself. " Hi there." He said taking a glance at Angel who was positioned behind the shield which was Justice. He didn't bother trying to hide the maliscious grin he wore, the grin that disappeared as soon as something flashed inside of his head.

He looked at Angel. " I see." He muttered, feeling the rage flowing through his veins, the demonic heat rising as he felt the sudden want to spill blood. He felt an urge to kill, to slice someone open and relish in their insides. " You..." He muttered some more looking at Angel. He seen it, there, inside her minds eyes, the passionate act her and that punk ass kid shared. The more he viewed inside her mind, the more he felt the control he usually had fade away replaced by his too well known natural demon insticts to rip someone apart limb by limb. " So that's how you want it huh?" He asked, his self control faltering, " You've chosen him." he realized nothing he was saying didn't sound remotely coheriant, but he didn't care, he was going to take this girl with him, and there was nothing the man who stood there trying to protect her, or anyone else for that matter was going to do about it.

[Angel Killer]

Angel didn't know what or who she was expecting coming through the elevator door, but it hadn't been Roman. She cowered at the site of him, wondering how he, of all people had this effect on her, but she realized what it was. She had witnessed one, if it was the only one or not she didn't know, but she had been victim to the power Roman had.

Quickly she warned Justice, the fear inside of her not able to take her eyes off of Roman's hardening face. " Don't let him look you in the eyes." She murmured only loud enough for Justice to hear, while she heard Roman's voice speaking so low at first, his voice seemingly angry about something.

The gun in her hand was clenched tightly, like a safety device. She was scared to unclench her hand, scared to let the weapon although she had no idea if it would even be able to do anything to him or not.

She listened harder for a moment, her stalker seemed to be getting angrier by the minute, his eyes seemed hazy somehow, like those of someone on the drink, this could prove to get dangerous quickly, finally she heard him say something clearly as he looked at her accusingly, You've chosen him. his tone like that of a pissed off lover, except that he was not her lover, and she didn't appriciate him turning up everywhere she went. " What's it to you?" She asked him, her voice had no emotion in it, and she could feel the rage inside of her as she stared at him beginning to change her, beginning with the blue in her eyes turning to black, " Seriously Roman, don't you know when to give up?"

She knew she should just stay quiet, her and Justice needed to make a quick escape, but she was no longer able to just stand back and let him harass her no longer.

[Justice]

Justice kept his stance firm, standing in between Angel, he recognized the demon standing in front of him. He remembered books he had read on demonolgy with his name and face in it. The stories he had read etched truly terrible visions in it of the terror he had caused with his brother.

As he looked onto the face, he heard Angel's warning not to look into the eyes of the killer. He didn't dare turn his head as he spoke, " I'm assuming you've met." He said, finding it hard not to notice the cold eyes of Roman's resting on the girl, a look so vividly angry he knew right then and there that there was a connection between the two, what he wasn't quite sure he wanted to know.

He listened as Angel's voice came from behind him again, this time with provoking words, he didn't have to be looking to sense a change, there was anger coming from her voice as well and he felt the need to put his arm up. If he was going to prevent Roman from going near her he would have to prevent her from attacking as well, he didn't trust this Roman character for as far as he could throw him and the knowledge he held inside of his head of the things evil deeds were making him weary.

[Roman]

Roman's eyes narrowed at the sound of Angel's voice speaking to him as he noted her turning into the demon. He had only seen the power she had before, he had never seen her change. The hunter spoke, and Roman eyed the two of the. He could feel the man had powers to be reckoned with as well, and almost questioned weather or not if he should be staying and picking a fight with the wave of power rising from the two of them.

He glared, this would be twice he had run away, but he knew this was for the best. " Fine." He said coldly, " You two win, I'll be gone. But just remember you can't be everywhere at once." He looked at Angel as he said this, someone was going to get hurt tonight and as he figured, it would be on her head seeing as she decided to be difficult. " What'll happen will be your fault." was all he said, not wasting any time to disappear as he let out a devilish chuckle.