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located in Somewhere in the World, a part of The Masks of Death, one of the many universes on RPG.

Somewhere in the World

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Character Portrait: Valko Character Portrait: Sinclair Character Portrait: Lune Character Portrait: Raven Character Portrait: Harper Character Portrait: Finn McCool Character Portrait: Doctor Character Portrait: Skye
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Harper was frozen in panic. Between seeing the carnage that this horned beast had already caused and the bloodshed between these two warring factions, her brain just seemed to stop. Once Valko had been stabbed by the dark haired man, Harper struggled from Doctor's grasp and rolled behind a nearby car for cover.

Hyperventilating, Harper watched in horror as this terrible beast attacked Valko's team. Well, she assumed they were on his team. It was getting hard to tell who was on their side and who was a Rogue. All she knew, Harper had just witnessed two people be eaten alive. She shuddered as she plastered herself to the side of the only thing that felt real.

Frantically looking to Doctor, the only one she recognized in her racing brain, she screamed, "WHAT DO I DO? I DON'T HAVE A WEAPON!" All Harper could do was summon her mask, and she didn't even remember how to do that in her fearful frenzy.

Then she saw Regan. The man that killed her. He had taken cover behind a taxi across the street from where she was hiding.

Something snapped within Harper. Anger gurgled from the deepest parts of her and quickly over took the fear she'd been suffering from. Harper flung herself from the relative safety of the car and sprinted across the road. The fighting and sirens that had been going on were lost to her. As far as Harper could tell, it was just the two of them now. Perhaps she was too distracted in her lust for vengeance, but she didn't feel her feet touch the ground. To her, one second she was cowering for her life; the next she had her hands around his throat.

She'd tackled him, snarling with animalistic fury. Maybe she didn't have weapons, but she wouldn't need them for a pathetic waste of life like Regan. He ruined her. Harper had been someone before he gunned her down. It was his fault she was in this almost literal Hell.

"Hey Killer!" Harper's voice was more menacing than she ever thought possible. "I'd ask, but I already know what you've been up to." Perhaps later she would feel ashamed. But, in the heat of the moment, with her hands tightening on his windpipe, when he recognized her face, his terrified reaction made her feel... alive.

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