The fugitive ((OPEN))

[Angel Killer]

Dodging the guards had been a harder job than Angel would have thought, twice on her journey across town she had to dodge two cop cars with their sirens blaring as the just missed Angel as she hid in the shadows, and then there was the guards who decided their best metheod was to be on foot.


Not know where else to hide, Angel went to the school where she knew there to be a back entrance leading into the library. It seemed like a fitting place to go as know one would be there until day break and with any luck she would be able to get a couple of hours shut eye and then journey to god knows where, somewhere far away from town seeing the mess she was now in.

She reached her destination and looked quietly around her, then she shoved open the back door to the school which for some convinient reason always seemed to be unlocked. In, couple hours of sleep. She thought as she made her way in between the isles of books she figured by the looks of them no one read and sat down in a corner.

Her legs slid up to her chest and she sat there staring at the floor, thinking random thoughts, one being how Luke knew, and what on earth would make him think she would kill someone like that, it wasn't her nature to actually go up and start a confrontation on purpose, unless of course she was provoked.

She shook her head, she would have to get to the bottom of that tommorrow, right now she was feeling rather tired, and was finding it hard to stay focused with all the thoughts swimming around in her head. Thoughts that would haunt her dreams as she slowly fell asleep in the creepy school library.

[Roman]

He had been watching with some extent of amusement the girl's journey to the school. He watched as she dodged authorities, hid behind trashcans and alleyways, and had to admit she was proving to be quite resourceful.

He chuckled as he stood in front of her, as she slept dead to the world, sometimes muttering things in her sleep as he tried to make tell of her odd dreams she seemed to be having. He shrugged and then smirked as another idea came to his head.


Roman pulled off his long black heavy trench coat and put it over her like a blanket, " Think of it like a calling card." He said chuckling standing silent as he continued watching breathing as she slept curled up against the wall. He however had to leave, he had other things to attend to, but he did wish he could be there when she woke up tommorrow morning and found herself covered in the jacket. He had another good chuckle before he disappeared out of the library.

[Angel Killer]

Her eyes flickered open, hoping that maybe last night was just a bad dream, a figment of her over active imagination. But as Angel looked wearily around the school library it seems it was not.

Before it registered Angel pulled the black leather trench up closer to her however once she realized what it was she pushed it away like it was something disgusting she was afraid to touch and quickly stood to her feet staring at it.

Paranoid she looked around her, afraid that her seemingly demon stalker would jump out at her at any moment, then she swooped up the jacket in her arms and peeked behind the shelf to make sure that she was alone, which to her dismay seemed she was not for none other than her uncle stood behind the large librarian's desk. How long have I been sleeping here? She wondered as her eyes wandered to something more interesting tempting her from the glass shelf from behind her uncle who seemed to have landed himself a job as a school librarian.


Suddenly Angel got an idea, she needed to get to those books, and she needed her Uncle to clear out, so she reached her cell phone from her pocket and sent him a text to meet her down at the Cathedral where she needed to speak with him urgently. Then covering up a laugh at how easy it was to have her uncle rush out the door she darted across the library and looked at the glass casing trying to figure out how to open it.

[Alison]

Alison walked into the school rather feeling like being educated. It was time she felt, time to cause a scene in true Alison fashion, and it was time to reveal the secret of who and what she truly was. And the only way she'd be able to do that was to go and find the one person, to whom she shared the same powers that she did.

Slowly Alison sneeked a peek inside their first class together, scanning a crowd of rather board looking teenagers who seemed to only be paying attention to other things besides the boring teacher who was drawling on and on, she spotted Angel's desk, empty, besides her own. A rather odd occurance in itself.

Shrugging and rather disappointed she made her way to the library, perhaps if she got lucky there would be something interesting to read in there. Alison pushed through the large doors to the library, and a smile formed over her brightly red painted lips. This was quite the surprise, as she wasn't the only one visiting the library it seemed. " What are you doing here?" She asked.

[Angel Killer]

" Studying, for exams." Angel replied sarcastically as this was the last person she wanted to deal with right now, however she glanced up to look at Alison who seemed to have somewhat of a staring problem, and her eyes, they were, well like Angel's when she would transform. It was unnerving the resemblance thay both shared when they turned.

She returned Alison's smile, with a very icy face of her own, " Shouldn't you be out hiding." She said wishing Alison would just go away, she had enough to deal with at the moment without having to babysit this.... Whatever she was.

Angel continued scanning the pages, her hands grasped around the key her uncle had left so carelessly on the desk while in a hurry to leave to go to the arranged diversion to get him out of the library.

She felt Alison's eyes still on her watching her every move, she wondered what she was waiting for, but it was distracting, and quite frankly, it was pissing her off so she looked at the rather interesting book in her hands and got down from the desk she had been using as a chair, if she was just going to stand there like that, Angel was going to leave.

[Alison]

Alison shook her head silently, she wasn't about to let Angel leave here, not without having some fun first, lots of it, they were going to destroy the school in the process, besides what was the point of even going to school when this world was over ran by demons lurking about ready to clean out the world's population of humans.

" How bout we go for round two?" Suddenly with her will Alison pushed the door closed, " You like to go around saving people don't you?" She asked throwing what seemed like an invisible balls the immidiately blew into flames, there was no way to get out of the library now, whilst the fire alarm rang.

[Angel Killer]

The room rang with the deafening sound of the fire alarm, outside of the room she heard the scattering of her peers running frantically to get outside, this was just what she needed amung the other pesky problems she was having, now she had to deal with Alison.

Their eyes locked as they stood there and stared at each other, she wouldn't blow her cover, not now, but without the power, she didn't know what other way there was to defeat the determined looking Alison, " You really don't want to start this. Not now." She said, trying to keep a reserved look on her face, but somehow she had the feeling that there was going to be a fight. This was not the time- or the place to be doing this.

[Alison]

Alison edged forward, she stood facing Angel, her superior, her creater, " What you're worried about?" Alison asked as she looked over her shoulder and watched another crowd of school kids running rampid around panicking as they tried to make their way out of the burning school.

She turned to face Angel, now with a truly sadistic grin on her once innocent face, this was fun, the fearful energy she was finding herself feeding off, making her stronger, becoming the demon inside of her, that her maker had brushed off for so long, where else she, Alison was embracing the change.

[Angel Killer]

Everything about Alison seemed to be changing, turning into something vile, like a snake. That's what she reminded her of as she stood here watching the red pigment in her hair slowly change to black, to match the eyes. Alison was a snake, slowly shedding her skin, and as Angel knew there was only one way to approach a poisonous snake, that was with caution.


Still looking deep into the tiny black orbs that were once a beautiful shade of hazel Angel tried to think about her next move. She had the book she needed, the one which contained different demons over the centuries and how to kill them, hopefully she would be able to remove one of her more urgent problems with this book, but first, she needed to get past the thing that stood in front of her that called herself Alison.

[Alison]

((OOC: No need to roll the dice right? ))

Alison chuckled as she stood there watching her friend's eyes shift over the room, probably trying to find a way to get past her. Alison chuckled, and raised a hand so that it was at her face.


She moved her fingers, who needed a plan when they had all this power available at their fingertips, hell, who needed anything, all you had to do was snap your fingers and it was yours, sure you may have to kill a person or two to get it, but it was still yours.

Angel had made the mistake of bringing Alison back that night in the accident, was her thought as she looked up at her with dark eyes. After all, Alison had only been trying to dismiss herself from this fucked up world, anyone would when your parents turned out to be a couple of abusive crack heads.

She chuckled darkly, and to think this whole town felt horrible for sweet innocent Alison, the girl who wouldn't step out of line, for she aligned herself with those who fought against the evil leeches of the night. It was only Angel, little miss secret demon hunter who knew about the circumstances of the death of those two things that called themselves parents.

" Do you still blame yourself?" She asked, " For the deaths I mean? All those innocents that needed to die cause you just had to bring me back from the arms of death himself?" Alison asked trying to distract Angel, for in a moment's instant she was about to send her elsewhere.

[Angel Killer]

Angel's jaw clenched as she thought back to all the murders that what claimed to be Alison had done, she knew from the minute Alison had been brought back that night, that which was once her best friend was never more, she was nothing more than a fiend from hell, she knew that she should have sent the thing back where it had come from then and there. However foolishly she thought she'd be able to tame the thing that Alison had become, after all, it was the same condition Angel had suffered from.

" Everyday." She said answering the question, although she knew this was not a question this thing really cared about, unlike the real Alison. She met Alison's dark eyes and watched her laughing like some mental patient who just had a very strong dose of their nightly medication. This thing was evil, but she could feel something worse, much worse, coming from Alison was a strong surge of energy. She was relishing this to the fullest, getting ready for something big.


And then as if slow motion she seen the wave of purple colored light coming towards her, she looked around her, and within the window looking into her uncle's office she seen a sword hanging up on the wall. She looked at the sword and watched it vanish from the spot where it had hung and she felt the cold metal beginning to remeterialize in her hand.

Angel looked down at the sword, hoping this would work, who knows what Alison was sending her way, Angel put the sword out in front of her like a shield, the energy reflected off of it, the pressure was enough to send Angel flying backwards, the book was knocked out of Angel's grasp. She only had enough time to see Alison being hit with her own energy, the book being eaten up by the flames before her head hit the bookshelf she had been flying into, and Angel was knocked out of consiousness, in the burning down library.

[Alison]

A triumphant wave of laughter passed through Alison's lips as she watched the book hit the flame, and Angel's head hit the book casing, that was until she felt a tingling through her, eating up her insides out. Alison looked down at her body. It was becoming transparent, she looked at the floor beside Angel where she then noticed the sword. How'd that get there?


She raised her hand once again and could see right threw them, she could see the walls of shelves filled with their bits of random knowledge threw the faint outline of was once her flesh toned hand. Alison looked at Angel who was laying on the floor, somehow, someway, she had beaten her, with her own spell to say the least.

" I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS." She screamed right before she felt her body being torn from the spot where she was standing, being swept away like a sand caught up in the wind, she was disappearing from the spot, being taken away going to her very own home- in hell.

((OOC: Next person who writes in this thread- please remember that they see Alison for a split second and write down that they watch her disappear!))

[Adrian]

Tick tock.

He had been walking around like a well-programmed robot since yesterday, everything a pre-set response to external stimuli. He didn't allow himself free thought as he instinctively knew what would happen if he did. He had been at school today, resting his head on his head and mainting a polite, but stiff smile that had lasted since yesterday. His cheeks were beginning to hurt.

Tick tock.

He imagined his inner workings like those of a big, but simple, clock-work engine, only moving when it had to thus keeping all the indesireables under careful regulation. The mechanism had expunged steam yesterday, but there was still so much to deal with, and the only way he knew how, until the proper oppurtunities presented themselves, were careful and complete control. He couldn't stry off the narrow path he now walked, or he would loose it, irredeeambly.

Tick tick tock.

Some worthless piece of human trash yelled something suggestive after a girl who blushed in shame and withrew. Adrian caught himself with a clenched fist and pushed the gears over the small hurdle. He couldn't loose control, not now and not here. After returning to class and staring politely, but perhaps a mite intensely, at the lecturer for about fifteen minutes, the fire-alarm began to ring and everybody rushed out of the room within half a minute. Only Adrian remained, his control slowing such basic instincts down. He calmly shoved his books into his bag and proceeded towards the exits when he caught a wiff of something, something that shouldn't be there on the school. Something that he could lay into. He paused her a moment, feeling his eyes change to yellow as emotions rushed to the fore again and his polite, if rather set, smile turned into a malicious grin. Reaching into his bag he pulled out a collapsible club and began springting towards the source of the smell. Still, he was barely consciouss of his actions, his mind half-trapped in a state of stasis.

Tick tock.

He had smelled the smoke long ago and, when it became apparent that he would have to pass through fire as well, paused to rip off a piece of his shirt and tie it around his nose and mouth, filtering out the hot ashes. Carefully he pulled the door open, finding fire and, most importantly, his target. Making a running start, he leapt through the flames and rolled to his feet among the broken shelves and other debris. The mace was flicked into full length with a well-practiced toss of the wrist, and sped for the dark-haired abomination in his sight. But as he ran towards her, her form seemed to loose substance, and he sped up, cold anxiety running through him as she faded moe and more. "NO!" He lunged himself through the air, directing his blow at her head, but by the time his mace reached the spot there wa nothing left to injure. He hit the ground with a graceless 'thump', rolling to his feet within a second to stand again.

Tick to- and then the clockwork broke.

Staring around himself as though he had just woken from a dream, it took a few seconds for his mind to catch him up on what it had been up to since his depature. He was in the library, now on fire, and the reason he had come here had vanished before he could get his hands on it. Then, through the smoke and the intense heat, he scented something familiar, something that sent cold chills down his spine despite the temperature. Reacting once again on instinct, though it was this time guided by will, he tore through the books and debris until he found the source that he only knew too well. "Angel..." He didn't think, he knew there was no time for thinking, the air was running out and the flames were growing. Tossing her over his shoulder in a fire-man's maneuvre he ran to the nearest wall and began to scale it, his hands and feet sticking it as though he were an insect. The library was a very unfortunate place to be caught during a fire, it was an onld building and the windows were situated very high up from the ground.

Reaching the beautiful mosaic that led to the outside world he shifted Angel slightly to the side, allowing him to reach his club from before. Smashing the glass to pieces and clearing the edges to ease the crawling he would have to do, he slipped momentarily and Angel, because of her precarious placing, slipped from his shoulder and began her swift descent towards the ground, roughly twenty feet below them. Adrian saw it happen in slow motion, feeling his eyes grow wide and hearing himself cry out her name. He felt himself let go of the wall and push himself off the wall, propelling himself downwards at greater speed than her. He reached her limp form and got a hold of her, watching the ground closing in rapidly. He only just managed to get himself in under her before they crashed into the floor.

Adrian was in pain, he had met the ground going faster than he wanted to think off and with weight on top of him to boot. With a heart cough he managed to pushing himself into sitting position, probing his chest with his fingers to find that at least two of his ribs were out of place. The fire had spread, and the smoke was getting thicker. He had lost his make-shift smoke-mask in the fall, making the coughing worse. He slapped himself, hard, in either side of his face to get the adrenaline flowing. Coughing wildly as he stood up, he once again slung Angel over his shoulder and held her there. He began to scale the wall again, the sound of the roaring flames and the sting of the heat growing more and more dull. The glass up top had not been smashed entirely out of the window, but he barely noticed the glass cutting into his pale fingers. People on the other side had seen the window being smashed open, and many rushed to help as Adrian slowly descended towards the ground. A paramedic pushed his way through the crowd and recieved a still unconsciouss Angel from a heavily breathing Adrian. Then his eyes rolled back and his knees gave, his motionless form hitting the side-walk with a dull thud.