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located in Descendant Tower, a part of Descendant Academy, one of the many universes on RPG.

Descendant Tower

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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Caitria Allen Character Portrait: Lilith Isley Character Portrait: Ulrich Zod Character Portrait: Anastasia Petrovna Character Portrait: Harley Williams Character Portrait: Haldor Thorson
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"Thank you, now I can repay the hospitality of Hydra properly,” the man said as Wren helped him out of the cell.

She gave a weak laugh with a roll of her eyes. ”Whatever you say Rapunzel,” she replied, adjusting herself underneath his arm.

As they made their way back to the others, a pair of swords caught the man’s eyes. Confiscated weapons? Apparently. The blonde slid from her hold to take them from the corpse. As she waited, Wren let her body slump against the wall, her free hand grasping at her side. "I will be taking those back thank you. You'll not be needing them.” When he returned to her, she pushed of the wall and quickened her pace alongside him.

"What about us?” a male voice called from the other cell as Wren walked past, supporting the large blonde. God, she was weak. Whatever Hydra had injected her with, they knew what they were doing. It was like she could feel her body, deep down inside fighting to heal herself like a person sifting through quicksand. Her cells her making bonds, detaching then bonding again. It was like her body was fighting itself. Wren never felt so exhausted in her life. But regardless of what energy she didn’t possess, she pushed through. She could rest when she’s dead… Or after she’s bathed in these fuckers’ blood.

Before Wren could try to rest the blonde against the walls and go back to the other cell, Caitria was there. "You guys go on ahead, I'll get them out shortly.” She then took the keys from Wren’s pocket and made her way back toward the other cell. There wasn’t time to wait, she was already moving slow enough with blondie’s help. One thing Wren was certain of, was that Caitria would catch up, so she pushed forward with the group.

"Thank you for your help,” the man said toward Wren as they reached the group. She didn’t have time to answer, nor did she really know what to say. She simply nodded her head before looking toward the approaching Hydra soldiers.

Frankie was like a frighten sheep, trapped between the wolves and their thirst for blood. But the hunters weren’t the Hydra soldiers, but those of her friends. While Ulrich worked his way through oncoming guards, she kept herself close behind him. Why couldn’t she fight? Why didn’t she feel like a frightened child surrounded by murders? Maybe she was… Just a frightened child. As they moved forward, Frankie ripped at the train of her dress to allow for more movement although she still was struggling to bring herself to fight.

Trailing behind, Wren kept her back to the group. Her free hand that wasn’t supporting the male held the pistol at the ready. Before a Hydra guard had a chance to fully round a corner, they were met with a bullet between their eyes. She was beyond caring about what the others thought of her. Wren’s mind was focused on one thing and that was getting out… Getting out before she collapsed from exhaustion and got left behind.

She found strength within, somewhere deep down when the blonde man left her side and joined Ulrich. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. Wren stayed at the back of the group, scavenging clips and a second pistol from the fallen soldiers. They came from all directions like cockroaches, never ending like a swarm. With the occasional glance over her shoulder, Wren continued walking backwards following the group letting off round after round. One bullet per guard. Critical shot after shot.

A gasp escaped Frankie’s lips as they were all quickly surrounded. The numbers wouldn’t be overwhelming if they were all at peak. But they weren’t. She stepped out of the way as the large blonde male went to stand beside Ulrich. "Somehow I doubt very much they can handle both of us.. Shall we test them?” Her gaze drifted between the two. It wasn’t enough.

Then like the breath was finally released all the guards came at them at once. Gun fire echoed throughout the halls, ringing with the alarms. As everyone was drawn in different directions, Frankie was as alert as she could manage. She dodged hits and swings, being careful to only break arms and legs… Not kill. They were unending. No matter how quick she was, incapacitating them wasn’t fast enough.

While snapping one’s leg another slid by, going for Ulrich while he was distracted. Frankie moved through the chaos, jumping on the back of the soldier. Her right arm hooked around his neck while she kicked off the wall, bringing backwards with her. ”Surrender!” Frankie demanded in the man’s ear as her grip tightened. The guard tried slamming her back against the wall but she didn’t let go. ”Surrender and you’ll live.”

Maybe time went by too fast, or was it too slow? Only the sound of her own heart beating flooded her ears. But then the man held in her grasp began to grow weak until he slumped to the floor. Frankie gasped, quickly releasing her hold and taking a step back. But the man didn’t move. Her hands began to shake as she stood immobile amongst the war in the corridor. When an eternity passed, she knelt down to check his pulse. And when she felt nothing, the blood rushed from her face. Frankie grew light headed and paler than a ghost, frozen like a statue.

Wren didn’t falter nor stop. What was her count at? She couldn’t remember. The bodies were already stacking like a anatomical wall. Blood seeped along the floor, soaking the hem of her ruined evening gown. As quickly as they started they stopped. Maybe the bodies were stacked too high? Or maybe they were attacking from another front. Didn’t matter. They couldn’t go backwards and for the time being, their six’s were safe.

She pivoted on her heels and quickly closed the distance to the group. Wren aggressively pulled Frankie to her feet and herded her forward. She didn’t have time or care about what was bothering her. Shoving her way to the front, Wren wedged herself between the giant blonde and Ulrich just in time to shoot two more guards in the head before they reached them. ”We don’t have time for this. We need to go!!”