The Bloody Doll's Story

~Subject 13~

"we know, we always know" She felt little light in the head but shock it off "Does the Devil have a map we can use?" She hummed under her breath moveing to her weapons getting her self ready for there little game. "we will fallow the devil and take down those who serve the light." She ran her finger tips over one of her weapons much like one would touch a dear lover. Her weapons where the only ones that she new how to love....to her this was more of a way to stay a live and away from the ones that did this to her. She was going to stay alive and do what it took and pull down those who got in her way.

"Does the devil want us to go play in this or should we put something else on? " She moved over to him nipping at his chin showing him in much like the way an animal would that he was boss. It would take time to learn her little ticks and habits. She acted very much like an animal. She wanted that physical contact that she was keep away from for so long. "Tell us what you want us to do and we will do it" She purred at him keeping close. Waiting to hear the the game plan.



~Dr. Steinburg~

"on my way" He moved heading to where the others where going. He made sure to let the Requiem got a hold of the bodies and any information that was with it. He was going to take a look at a few things. This was the first time that 13 made a killing outside the compound and he wanted a good look at what they did. It took him some time to get to the others.

He had that cold calculated look to him thinking about what 13 would do and there next plan was. He still with held information from the others there was many thing he did not want them to know about how fair things went with subject 13 or what else went on at the compound. He looked at Gregory "So what is the game plan? " He was not going to rush in to any thing he wanted to know every detail before he started.

-Nightmare-

The vampire nodded curiously as Lilith expressed her excitement for bloodsport; she was growing increasingly patient and wanted to show Nightmare her true potential. Nightmare admired her enthusiasm, but noted that her overconfidence might play a pivotal role in her overall combat performance; nonetheless, she was going to be quite a surprise for any Requiem agent who attempted to engage in combat with Lilith. From what Nightmare was able to gather in Lilith's rantings, the Requiem was coming for her. Nightmare was quite impressed with Lilith's attire; she had put herself together quite efficiently. Her beauty astounded him, despite her many scars and uncontrollable mental state. The vampire had to intently focus on the task at hand and not become distracted by carnal thoughts. He shifted his thoughts completely to Lilith's combat capability. Nightmare felt she was ready for combat against any opponent, but Nightmare's recent encounters with the Requiem had taught him many lessons, particularly against the one-armed man who had regrown his limb thanks to the effects of the tainted blood. Nightmare would be ready for the next time he faced off with his new nemesis, regardless of his mental state. His new ally was also the secret weapon he was going to unleash on the Requiem, but only when the time was right.

"Patience, pet," Nightmare cautioned her, "when the time comes, we'll-" Nightmare was cut off by his chamber doors opening and a dark-hooded Obsidian Snow servant entering with haste. "You know not to enter my chambers without adequate reason," the vampire warned. The servant quickly apologized; he had a concerned look about him like something was seriously wrong. "The local police forces are launching an all-out assault on a vicinity near here," he explained, "we're outnumbered."

"Muster what forces you can and join the fray. Thank you for the information; now go!" Nightmare ordered in a stern voice. Nightmare turned to his new comrade. "It seems like the wait is now over for you. I will give you the location of the battle taking place; I want you to go there and deal with the problem. I will be watching intently, but I will not come to your aid. You will prove yourself to me. There is much more to this than meets the eye; the police would never launch an un-organised attack like this." Nightmare paused to think for a moment. "Keep your guard," he warned, "Let us remain vigilant, lest we pay for it later. Now go; kill them all. Leave none alive. No Police, no requiem... and no Obsidian Snow. Kill everyone. Leave no survivors." Nightmare looked deep into her eyes; he had never been so serious in his life. He needed to send a message; not just to the forces of 'good', but to everyone.


-Father Heinrich-

The priest was astounded at the pure brutality that Gregory was displaying; it was like he was an entirely new man. One who not concerned with the lives of others or his own for that matter.

"Unless," Heinrich whispered to himself, "he's Lloyd again!" It was the only plausible solution to the enigma. Heinrich was busy pondering this new-found change when Gregory-or Lloyd ordered him to capture one of the Obsidian Snow operatives alive. "I can do that!" he called back to the man now driven by bloodlust, laughing manically as he slaughtered foes without effort.

Heinrich darted away from Lloyd and focused on the task given. Heinrich was certain he had reverted back to Lloyd as Gregory would not be acting in such a way if he were in control. Heinrich came across a group of three Obsidian Snow soldiers dressed in black uniforms who darted for the priest. Fortunately he was familiar with combat enough to handle himself in a fight; though he had fought with humans, he had killed much larger, faster, and more powerful creatures. "Lord forgive me for what I'm about to do..."

Heinrich side-stepped the initial flurries of swipes and slashes; the men were armed with short swords. The man who was seemingly the leader of three soldiers foolishly lunged forward and attempted to stab Heinrich in the ribs. The priest was able to catch the man's arm and avoid the fatal blow. With stern force, Heinrich snapped the man's arm at the elbow. He fell to the grown, screaming in pain. Heinrich caught the man's sword before he dropped it to the ground and plunged it deep into the side of the man's head. He twitched for a moment before the life faded from his body. Heinrich pulled the blade from the soldier's head and threw it with considerable force at the second soldier; it plunged deep into his chest and knocked him to the ground. It would not be long before he died from the wound. The last soldier turned to run, but Heinrich was in pursuit. Thankfully, the priest was much faster than the fleeing Obsidian Snow soldier. The soldier reached into his pocket and pulled out a flintlock pistol and turned his arm to blind-fire. The weapon roared like a canon as the ball flew towards the priest. Heinrich was able to duck and avoid the poorly aimed shot. Coming so close to death inspired Heinrich to push harder and erupt into a full sprint; in a few seconds, the priest was close enough to the soldier to tackle him to ground. Both men hit the floor with a loud thud. Heinrich climbed on top of the man and attempted to restrain him; the soldier managed to punch Heinrich in the jaw and disorient him long enough to gain the upper-hand.

Before Heinrich could regain focus, the soldier was on top of him, delivering full-forced punches directed to Heinrich's face. The priest was able to block most of the shots while he figured out a plan; he needed to capture the man alive, which was going to prove difficult. Heinrich caught the man's flurry of punches and pushed him off of his chest. Both men scrambled to their feet; Heinrich was able to gain his balance first and delivered a stern roundhouse kick to the man's temple, knocking him out instantly. Heinrich rushed to check the soldier's vitals. He felt for a moment before a heartbeat was sensed. Heinrich let out a sigh of relief and took some rope out of a small pouch in his coat pocket to tie up the man.

~Lilith~

She moved like a cat back and forth ready to fight she shivered and made a small sound "They are mice to draw us out...the police are nothing more than little ants ready to be set on fire." She moved running her fingers over a table. "burn it to the ground and watch the smoke rise, trap the little rats and drown them" She started to laugh in that crazed manner of hers. "drown them and watch the gasp for air till the light dies...twinkle twinkle deadly night" She cackled more.

"We do not fear the ever lasting black we welcome it!" She spun some like a top. "Does the Devil wish us to take a play thing alive?" Her eyes shined at this point. The aspect of having a plaything made her shiver with joy along with the fact of bring him something back to brake seemed like fun.

-Nightmare-

Nightmare nodded as Lilith demonstrated her intelligience; something Nightmare had not made not of until now. She was a bright girl, and though she spoke in metaphors, there was much logic to her rantings. She was most likely right; this attack had to be a diversion, but for what was the main question. Lilith was also wise to suggest taking a hostage; a Requiem hostage could be turned, or tortured for information depending on the situation. It was much better to turn a weapon against an enemy than to destroy it entirely.

"Yes, take a play thing back to me if you can," Nightmare ordered, "but not a regular policeman; they won't know anything. I would much prefer a Requiem agent... much more of a challenge to capture, but you would enjoy the chase." Nightmare was excited; he wanted to slaughter the entire police force and the Requiem single-handedly, but this was Liltih's chance to prove her worth to Obsidian Snow. They weren't going to protect themselves; Black Lace was growing more and more disorganized and decentralised. There was talk of separation and degradation within the organization. The once powerful, criminal empire was diminishing much to Black Lace's dismay. This worried Nightmare greatly; he was going to have to kill some high-ranking members of the organization if they want to separate.
Nothing demands obedience like a head on a pike...

"If the Requiem wants to set up a trap," Nightmare chuckled, "then let us go spring it." Nightmare walked up to Lilith, leaning in close to her. He paced around her, almost touching her. "They are all your play-things, my pet, now go play... I'll be watching closely," the vampire smiled, "very closely." Nightmare continued to pace around Lilith before he stopped directly in front of her.

"Just save a few for me... if all goes according to plan, then tonight we shall bath in the blood of the vanquished."

-Nightmare-

The vampire paced back and forth around a small table in his personal quarters. On the table was a map layout of the entire base; Nightmare had indicated where the main battles were taking place. The Obsidian Snow soldiers would be able to hold their own against the police militia that was raiding. Every man and woman of Obsidian Snow was trained in armed and unarmed combat: it was a necessity, regardless of position. Scientists, spies, arcane specialists...everyone had to fight at one moment in their 'career'; however, Nightmare knew the battle was not swaying in Obsidian Snow's favour. Nightmare knew Lilith had to be right: it was a trap, but for who was the question that clouded Nightmare's mind. The only thing that could have sparked a sudden attack had to be Lilith's appearance. She had mentioned she was an experiment; no doubt a Requiem military project. Unfortunately for her previous masters, the weapon was about to be unleashed. Nightmare exited his chambers and began a quick pace through the shadows to keep an eye on his new ally.

Had Black Lace been her normal self, she could have provided reinforcements, intelligence, a warning, and limitless support. Nightmare knew her dissent would leave her absent from the ongoing struggle. Most of the Obsidian Snow forces considered Nightmare to be the de facto leader of Obsidian Snow, despite not wanting the position. Many agents started reporting to him for orders; Nightmare would usually just dismiss them and command them to go to Black Lace for orders. The vampire also received reports that many troops have started deserting the organization, forming their own crime syndicates. Nightmare sighed, it was as though a revolution was taking place within Obsidian Snow.

"My Lord," a voice whispered. Nightmare turned his head to see an Obsidian Snow agent cowering in the corner, blood drenched on his uniform. The vampire cautiously crept to the injured man. "Speak," he commanded.
"I was coming here to report something," he confessed, coughing as he spoke, "but I was attacked by a crazed man... he was no normal policeman." The man stopped to cough up some blood, indicating internal bleeding. "He had a priest with him, they took one of us away to be interrogated." Nightmare stood up, angered by the news and turned to deal with the issue: the Requiem was here.
"There's more, my Lord," the man interrupted, "I came to report that... Hale Erickson has escaped from Requiem captivity." Nightmare was shocked to hear that he had managed to escape one of the most heavily guarded Requiem-ran facilities. "I saw him while doing a reconnaissance run near the forest on the outskirts of the city." Nightmare put a hand on the man's shoulder.
"You've done your part, and a great service to this organization." Nightmare placed his hands on the man's cheeks and twisted, violently snapping the man's neck. "Now to exterminate a pest problem."

-Heinrich-

Heinrich was surprised by Lloyd's question, it caught him off guard, and for once, Heinrich felt useful. He smiled and quickly took out his large, pointed-edged cross and a vial of holy water.

"Well, Lloyd," Heinrich stated, smiling, "vampires happen to be my speciality." Heinrich took some time to splash a small amount of the holy water on his forehead to wash off the makeup, revealing the permanent cross on his forehead. "At the Vatican, they taught us how to defeat, and kill God's enemies. Humans are simple to kill, but a vampire, a werewolf, a demon... those requires fineness, and I spent years fine-tuning the art." Heinrich stopped to mutter a protection prayer for himself and Lloyd, before opening his eyes and looking around to assess the area.

"I take it we're going to see this vampire shortly?" Heinrich attempted to hide his heavy disdain for vampires; one vampire killed his family. It was the reason he became a part of the church and specifically why he worked to become a 'hunter' of sorts. Vengeance was a main motive, but Heinrich quickly turned away from the dark path; a part of him still desired the death and destruction of the vampire race.