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Bound At The Wrists

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Aidan Monrey [40] Wanna a be friend or foe?
Blythe Jenkins [29] what are you looking at?
Valerie Collum [23] "I've got this, now go. Hurry!"
Brooklyn Parker [16] If somebody would please tell me what the hell is going on, that would be splended.
Evangeline S. Honeysett [14] Angel of silence
Mello Kheel [12] Checkmate
Jasper [11] I really don't like you or your face
Alex Gilmore [7] You look lost. Here, let me help you.
Abijah [6] I will embrace death when I see him, but I will live the rest of my life, because she'll be angry if I don't...
Ananda Bliss [4] "Be quiet, they're coming."

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Mello saw the other girl cut the rope free with the cement block, and had felt stupid for not thinking of that earlier. He then heard voices and footsteps walking towards the room. He froze, and looked at the red haired girl, then suddenly, the multicolored hair girl and curly guy walked in.

"Now... now... now..." she said. Mello was suddenly horrified, did she hear him? "If you want to escape, then i'd be more quiet if I were you. I could hear you a mile away, at least it was us that heard you, and not one of our leaders." That definitely meant they were working for someone else. But there's either two possibilities for them hearing the rope being cut by the cement block. One, they weren't human, and second, they had security cameras hidden in the walls. He felt even stupider for not thinking of the second possibility.

"So you broke free from the ropes, you're a smart girl ya know, but not smart enough for us." Her eyes seemed to bore in the other girl's. "AIDAN! We are going to have to take them somewhere else. It seems this room is just too useful to them," she then stared at the girl again, "Now lovely, if you listen, I won't have to hurt you, I am trying to be nice which is hard for me to do with humans." Mello got the feeling that security cameras were out of the question. They had to not be human.

She suddenly turned towards Mello and the other girl, "You both don't try anything either... please." Her deep green eyes sent a shutter down his spine. He didn't know why, but it gave him the creeps.

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Valerie was so in shock and excitement that she had cut her ropes that she didn't notice when Aidan and Blythe had reentered the room. She gazed at her bloodied wrists, and then at the rope at the floor. Escape was so close. If only she could get to the door. . .

Suddenly, her arms were grabbed by Blythe, and by the looks of it, she was not happy. Her multicolored hair stuck out the sides of her head, enhancing the anger. Valerie gasped and looked at the hand gripping her arm. Blythe talked to the guy about moving them, but Valerie knew she was holding back. She probably would have whispered every nasty word at her disposal plus inflicted much more pain onto the girl, but seemed to be holding back on Aidan's sake.

Speaking of Aidan, did he not whisper words of escape to Valerie earlier? Now he rats them out to evil Blythe? Valerie was almost sold that she could trust him. He dumped all of that down the drain now. The only thing close to a friend, or better called an ally, and that was gone.

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Brooklyn looked at the boy next to her, suprised to hear another voice. "Hey... I have an idea, I can try and bite your ropes off... but if they hear you yell or anything, than we're both dead." Did she, did she actually encourage somebody to escape from failing? That was a first, she doubted she had ever helped somebody have hope to do anything. Sure enough a few moments later another girl started trying to break free. She couldn't believe it. Looking at the boy, she could tell he wasn't going to get to her ropes either. His injuries were just as bad as hers were, at least they look like it. He tried to get to her rope but fell just as she did.

Just then she heard a different sound in the other corner. There was a girl with a concrete slab. Wait, where were her ropes? She had cut the ropes off! Excited, Brooklyn tried to lift herself once more, but quickly fell again from the pain. She called over to the girl as quite as she could, "Hey, untie me!" But she also begun to hear voices in the distance. Oh great, just wonderful. They must have heard her when she got loose. Good thing Brooklyn hadn't gotten out of the ropes yet, otherwise they might think she started the idea. Granted she did, but she wasn't going to die because of it if she could just lie and live a bit longer. But her open wounds...they would know she tried to escape, at least if they were smart they would.

She swallowed the panic creeping up in her throat and tried to think. She just wanted the ropes off, just wanted out. She felt something course through her, adrenaline maybe? Whatever it was it gave her strength and she pulled herself up, biting on her lip so she wouldn't scream. She felt a something come from her lip and knew it must be blood. But she didn't care. She lifted herself and started at the knots with her teeth, making a nice substitute as something to bite on. The knots were tight, and she pulled as hard as she could. They were slowly coming undone but it wasn't fast enough.

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That was about the time the two entered the room. She dropped right before they came in, making it seem as though she had never risen in the first place. As Blythe began speaking about moving them she realized that now escape was hopeless. THey would make it impossible to even try to escape. How had they even heard them? She didn't know, but as Blythe told them not to try anything, she knew there was no point in even playing nice. She would never take this crap, and she wasn't going to be even more humiliated than she felt.

"We aren't smart enough for you two?" She said with a hoarse laugh behind her words. "Really? You accidentally broke a door, and refer to us all as humans. You claim not to be, and even though you managed to hear us from that far away, I sorely doubt that you aren't. I know that you will probably just torture me more for saying anything but honestly, the only other way you could hurt me is by dropping me on the floor until the last uninjured part of me is bruised!" She breathed a little heavily after saying that and knew she should have probably kept her mouth shut but she didn't care. They were crazy, and she was going to die. She had a right to be angry and yell.

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Aidan followed after Blythe, knowing what she was going to do. When he got there Blythe had the poor girl in a grip that was deadly. Her hands behind her back while her body twisted in what seemed to be an uncomfortable position. He started to walk over towards them when he saw the red head freeze and try to keep calm. Any other time he would have laughed at her acting but right now wasn't the right time. In two long strides he was by Blythes side and prying her arms away from the brunette. Her grip was tight but Aidan got her hands off with a whole lot of strength. Blythe was very strong, maybe even to the point of where if she would get seriously mad she would be even stronger then me. When her deathlike grip was off Aidan pushed the girl behind him in a manner that wasn't too hard or too soft.
"Blythe. I don't agree on your actions. If you want revenge they're already dead. Don't put others peoples mistakes on innocent people." He said in a very serious tone that wasn't like him. "Even if you do release your anger on them it isn't going to change what has been done."

He then looked behind him and saw the cherry red hair girl with open wounds from struggling. The silence in the room was very tense and the atmosphere was even tenser. Aidan knew that people always did what there emotions told them to and very few people actually do what their brain tells them to. Although he did have his moments where he used his emotions instead of mind but that was when he solemnly got angry. Which wasn't a whole lot. He turned his head towards Blythe once more and gave her look that said she should think about this. What Aidan believed in , he did. And no one could change his mind.

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Blythe was holding onto the brunnette when she heard the red hair girl "We aren't smart enough for you two? Really? You accidentally broke a door, and refer to us all as humans. You claim not to be, and even though you managed to hear us from that far away, I sorely doubt that you aren't. I know that you will probably just torture me more for saying anything but honestly, the only other way you could hurt me is by dropping me on the floor until the last uninjured part of me is bruised!" She took a breath in and looked at the girl "You don't even know who or what your are talking about. And y'all are humans, weak humans that just mess it up for us. We are far from humans...we aren't weak....I could kill you if I really wanted to but I won't...." She was going to continue when she felt Aidan pry her hands off of the brunettes arms. She glared up at him "Blythe. I don't agree on your actions. If you want revenge they're already dead. Don't put others peoples mistakes on innocent people. Even if you do release your anger on them it isn't going to change what has been done" she heard the seriousness in Aidan's voice.

She felt torn in many different ways and her heart was pounding against her chest. She felt her anger was building and she felt like she was going to explode. Turning around she quickly went to the closest wall away from everyone and brought her fist back so fast and slammed it against the wall. The wall started to crack some of it was crumbling down but it didn't break all the way. Her hand was bleeding and broken but she didn't care, she just started crying all the emotions in her just broke. She turned and looked at Aidan "Since you seem so sure about yourself Aidan, what the fuck do you think we should do? What are we suppose to do...huh? Look at them...they are too weak to even take care of themselves right now." her voice was raised and she was still crying, she tried to get control of her emotions but this is the first time she has broken down like this since....she doesn't actually remember the last time she broke down.

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Blythe moved towards a wall and punched it straight on; causing for a crack to be heard and her fist start to bleed. She cried, but not out of the pain from the punch, but because she wanted to let go of all her frustrations. Aidan stood there and watched knowing that if he were to get in the way bad things would happen to him.
"Since you seem so sure about yourself Aidan, what the fuck do you think we should do? What are we suppose to do...huh? Look at them...they are too weak to even take care of themselves right now." He looked towards all of them and agreed with her on that one. "I suppose your right, but what if they could get out on their own? Like this girl over here." He motioned at the girl behind him and then towards the group. "She got out, even with all the pain and blood. Then would you help?" Aidan knew it was risky but what choice did he he have? He wanted to help the humans but still have Blythe help. Maybe not the way he originally planned it but still the same way nonetheless.

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Valerie watched as Aidan pulled her arms from Blythe's death grip. She flexed her wrists, glad to be free from both the ropes and Blythe's grasp. Blood still trickled from open wounds, but she didn't care. The pain had lessened, for sure, but hadn't gone away. She felt Aidan push her behind him, then heard him speak to Blythe.

Blythe was angry, very angry. Valerie was grateful that she hadn't taken her anger out on her. That wouldn't have been good. She listened to the sickening crunch of bones shattering as Blythe struck the wall with her hand. She didn't show any signs of pain, remarkably, but began to cry. Valerie was concerned of the girl's tears, but was more happy that they didn't have thought to retie her. Still, Valerie tucked her arms behind her back, so Aidan and Blythe didn't know she was untied, but the other captives did. Maybe they could all escape together.

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"I suppose your right, but what if they could get out on their own? Like this girl over here. She got out, even with all the pain and blood. Then would you help?" Blythe looked at the girl Aidan pointed to, she gave the brown haired girl a glare then looked back to Aidan. Her hand was in a lot of pain, she finally stop the tears and tried to hold back her emotions, getting herself back in check. She heald her hand to her chest and thought for a few minutes then walked around the room surveying each of the wounded ones then went over to Aidan and looked up at him. "Okay so this girl here got out...well if the others can get out too then I guess I can help. But I am not showing them any compassion. They better be ready because this isn't going to be easy Aidan and some of them might even die...but not by my hands" she glared at him "and one other thing...you have to help me with my hand before we do anything..I hate when I get that angry, but it comes with being demonic huh?"

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Mello watched Blythe and Aidan argued with each other, they were talking about things that... he didn't want to be involved in. "Well if the others get out too then I guess I can help. But I am not showing them any compassion. They better be ready because this isn't going to be easy Aidan and some of them might even die...but not by my hands" she glared at Aidan "and one other thing...you have to help me with my hand before we do anything..I hate when I get that angry, but it comes with being demonic huh?"

Mello felt hope rising within him. They were demons. He knew that for a fact. There was no other explanation for that punch in the wall, and the way they spoke about people. They looked human, spoke like humans, but they were definitely not human. This cruelty doesn't come with being human, as cruel as they can be. Although now they show a bit of compassion, Aidan, the guy who cared for humans, didn't bother lifting a finger to even help before. Humans at least aren't this cruel... hopefully.

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Evangeline cried out loud as the girl - Evangeline just couldn't think of her as having a name, she wa too inhuman - punched the wall. Quickly, she stifled her shriek and bit her lip. Would the girl come after next? Evangeline hoped not.

"Please, Lord, help us out, keep us safe," she prayed silently.

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He smiled even though Bly was glaring at him for the simple reason he thought he finally got to her. "and one other thing...you have to help me with my hand before we do anything..I hate when I get that angry, but it comes with being demonic huh?" Aidan nodded and left the room for a second, he then went to grab some water to clean the crimson blood on her hand. In the room he noticed there were no bandages left inside the box. 'Darn.' In a flash he was by her side and bending down to get to her level pouring the water on her hand. The blood dripped down onto the concrete floor making it a pretty red color. Aidan then ripped the bottom half of his shirt about one and a half inch and then wrapped the brown colored strip of material on her hand. "Better?" He asked and then stood up to his full height again. "We didn't have any bandages left because of a certain someone.."

His sensitive ears then picked up an almost silent plead. "Please, Lord, help us out, keep us safe," He raised an eyebrow at that and responded. "Well we might not be the lord but we sure can help." The brunette guy then ran his hand though his his hair. "But before that, you might want to get out first." In a second he had his head tilted and a smile on his face. 'But I'm not exactly sure if she can get out..'

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Blythe watched as Aidan left and came back with water and washed her hand. She smiled to him and watched as the blood dripped down to the concrete "I have to say I love seeing blood drip, does that many me crazy Aidan?" her eyes went back to them and watched as he ripped his shirt "We didn't have any bandages left because of a certain someone.." she let out a laugh "Well thank you Aidan for using your shirt.."

Her eyes went to the young blonde girl "Please, Lord, help us out, keep us safe," she walked over to the girl and kneeled down near her "The lord won't help you in this world little girl but if you can get yourself out of those ropes then we will help you" she then looked to Aidan when she heard him say 'But I'm not exactly sure if she can get out..' "Well I told you I will only help if they can get out" she then stood up and looked around "Okay so heres the deal kiddos if you can break free from the ropes then Aidan and I will help you, I am Blythe by the way, and don't think I am going to take it easy on y'all. As you probably seen and heard I can be a bitch" she then went over to Aidan and stood next to him and watched the others to see if they would try to get out.

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Valerie watched as Blythe and Aidan argued, somewhat amused by their chatter. She listened quietly to the conversation, but caught the word 'demonic'. They were demons. No wonder they had such remarkable strength and speed, but. . . they couldn't be. Demons didn't exist. . . right? She was just ready to shake the thought from her mind that she realized that they were probably telling the truth. What right did she have in remembering what was real and what wasn't. The world was destroyed for all she knew.

She was sorting through her thoughts when a blonde girl adjacent to her spoke softly, praying to the Lord. She managed a dry laugh when Aidan came back with a smart retort. Now was not the time for that. She heard Blythe speak of escaping but only if they could get themselves out. Valerie pulled her hands in front of her and wiggled her fingers. "Okay, Blythe. I got myself out, but what if I can't get myself up?" She motioned to her blood stained and mangled leg.

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Evangeline listened as Blythe offered to help. "But... How am I supposed to get out? They're too tight..." She squirmed and wriggled about, trying to loosen the ropes. Finally, she felt the pressure on her left wrist loosen a little. Pulling hard, she managed to get her wrist out of its binds. Her spirits lifted, she started pulling at the other ropes with her hand.

Looking around, she realized another girl had already gotten free. "I've got to get out!" she told herself.

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Mello immediately realized that he was wasting time listening to all of this. He looked around, and found a rusty nail embedded in between the cracks of the concrete wall. He inched towards the wall slowly by using his legs, and fell forward, pressing his face against the wall. It disgusted him to know that there was blood all over the wall, it stained both the rusted nail and the concrete. He didn't care at the moment, all he wanted was to escape.

Mello inched his head painfully towards the nail, and in a very awkward position, he took his front teeth, and grabbed the nail. It was stuck tightly, he knew he might chip his tooth from doing so, but he tried anyways. he pulled, hard, all of a sudden, pain shot down his back, but he ignored it. The nail tasted absolutely disgusting, metallic taste spilled through his mouth, but he also tried to ignore it. Finally, it was to much, he spit blood on the ground next to him, and tried again.

He pulled with all his might, and didn't chip a tooth, but he managed to get it out. The nail was in his mouth, then. He lifted his wrists to stab the rope with the sharp end of the nail, it hurt to even move his arms, but he tried anyways, and did stab it, in several places, trying to aim for the knot. He ended up getting to it, and he pulled up the nail with his neck, but he didn't get the double knot fully untied, he constantly worked at it, until both the first and second knot were untied, and the ropes fell onto the ground, victory was his.

He looked at his wrists, they were raw, red, and bleeding. It didn't feel nearly as bad as the rest of his body though. He sighed, and fell on the ground, so tired... he stayed awake, and looked at the two demons hopefully, they would help now.

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Brooklyn looked around at all the people getting out. Great, she was the first one to try and would probably be the last one to get out. They mentioned something about 'demonic' but she really didn't care. They may be helping her but she still thought they were crazy. Blythe wasn't going to help them get unbound so her opinion on her didn't improve much. Hell, if anything she hated her more for everything that happened. She felt like she should hate Aidan but she was putting all the blame on Blythe because, well Aidan didn't really look like he wanted to hurt them.

Looking up at the ropes she knew she couldn't do the same thing as the other girl. The rope was to high and couldn't reach the ground, so she would have to lift herself...again. "Third times a charm..." She mumbled to herself as she pushed herself against the wall. Looking at her arms she realized they were worse off than her feet. So she moved her legs into a crouching position and pushed up. She winced from the pain and clenched her teeth. THey never said if there were more, so she wanted to be safe.

The second her mouth got to the rope she opened it and bit down on the knot. It looked pretty simple actually. In a few tugs and pulls the ropes were off and she fell back to the ground, a feeling of relief coming through her. Once again though her wounds were open. At this rate she would have them forever. But at least she would have themwhile being alive. She looked at the boy who had talked to her earlier trying to help and told him, "Thanks for the notion earlier."

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Meanwhile, Evangeline had been tugging unsuccessfully at the ropes binding her wrist. In frustration, she struck the stone with a loud, yet somehow satisfying, thunk. "This isn't working," she mumbled to herself. Suddenly, she caught sight of her hand. Her nails were caked in dirt, yet they looked helpful.

With renewed vigour, she started picking at the ropes with her nails. But a few minutes later, she just had to admit defeat. Her nails ached terribly, and blood had been added to the list of gunk coating her hands. "If this goes on, I'm going to break the whole nail off. All in all, not one of my best decisions, huh?" she muttered under her breath.

Looking around for inspiration, Evangeline spotted a small, sharp stone lying near her knee. With great difficulty, she leaned down and picked it up. Quickly, she sawed through the rest of her ropes.

Finally, she sat up. "There," she announced. "Now will you help me get out of this godforsaken place?"

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'He smiled in a crooked way that one might mistake it for a smirk of pure evil. Crimson stained his hands and was dripping on the wooden floor. He had finally done it. His black eyes looked around the room inspecting the small living space. Walls that were once a cream color was now dented from the fight and dripping red all over. He walked over the dead body of a young girl with brunette hair and lifeless blue eyes. He scoffed at her lying form and then went over towards another women but with much older features. Crows feet were 'adoring' her brown eyes, and her black hair looked like it had a mind of its own. The last body on the honey floor was his father. A lean looking man with a nice head of coffee colored hair and what could be stunning black eyes had a look of sadness etched on his face. "Three reported dead. A women at the age of thirty four, a young girl age of 14, and last but not least a man at thirty five." Jasper said out loud at what the police would say in the case. "Death is caused by strangling and by knife. Culprit, unknown." At the last two words he chuckled but it soon grew into a full pledged sinister laugh.'

A guy at the age of seventeen woke up with sweat on his face and heaving breathing. "Dammit.." He muttered under his breath and hit the brick wall next to him. "I thought I had got over that last time." After a few minutes he calmed himself down and then stood up from the black leather couch. He cracked his back and then neck in hopes of making the ache go away. Once fully stretched he walked out of the room and started towards the room where the victims where. In all honesty Jasper didn't capture them for a reason, he just wanted to play with something when he was bored. And humans where the next best thing. Jasper was right at the metal door that was still there when he heard something. "....Now will you help me get out of this godforsaken place?" He scoffed at that but then heard the sound of ropes untying, most likely someone had gotten out. Jasper then sensed the presence of two other demons. By the looks of it, the other two he sensed were Blythe and Aidan. Blythe he was okay with, because she didn't like humans and rather torture then save them. But Aidan, Oh he was a completely different story. His heart was weak and actually liked humans. In fact, Jasper doesn't know why he didn't just kill him already. But instead of rushing in there and causing a huge fight, he went over towards the power surge and black everything out. Since they were in a ware house where most likely no one will ever find, the place had no windows whatsoever. Everything was pitch black and even if you do have your eye get adjusted to the dark, you could only see what's right in front of you. He went back towards the room he was just in, and went to look for some help.

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Valerie struggled to get up, but she knew it was hopeless. Her leg was most likely broken. She stared at the limb, trying to think of a way to move and muster the courage to do it. Finally, she sighed. She was probably just going to rot in the old building anyway. Blythe would probably make sure of it.

Just then, the lights blew out. Briefly confused, she hitched a breath. Trying to focus her vision, she barely made out the outline of Blythe and Aidan, but couldn't really see anything else. "Hello?"

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"Thanks for the notion earlier," the redhead said. Mello smiled to her, "Well... in this situation, I suppose we'd be better off helping each other... right?" Just then, the lights blew. Mello leaned forward, and felt the ropes on his feet. He was tired. Why is he so tired? It was tough just to keep his eyes open. He untied the ropes on his feet. He looked around, eyes trying to adjust to the dim light. Where were the two demons?

He leaned back against the wall, in great pain, he started licking the large wound on his forearm, not caring the fact that other people were... never mind, it was dark, no body cared what he did. Blood tastes good, and it slightly gets rid of the pain.

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Abijah


Abijah sighed. The lights were off. He sat in silence for a while, and looked up at the ceiling. That had to be Jasper that turned off the lights. Only he would do such things at these times. Abijah cleared his bangs from his face, to see better, and looked up. Demons generally can't see as well in the dark, but better then humans. Abijah's eyes could always, for some reason, see through the dark, clearer than most demons. Jasper was there, smirking, and holding the power switch down. Abijah smiled randomly, and said, "Jaz, I don't think that was necessary. Blythe was there with Aidan, and besides, as stupid Aidan might be, he would randomly untie the humans. He only plays with people he likes."

Abijah suddenly felt pain coarsing through his body, Not again, he thought. He felt as though gravity were pulling him down with a hundred times the usual amount. He clutched his heart, at where the pain was the most, at that given point of time. Sometimes his lungs started hurting, but this time it was his heart. The pains usually lasted for three minuets. Three minuets of torture. He barely managed to hold in his yell of pain, and hoped Jasper wouldn't notice anything. It's already happened six times that day, and that was unusual. Every single time, Abijah feels the pain, he hopes he finally gets to die that time. But he's counted one thousand, eight hundred, and thirty two times, it's been over a year, and he still hasn't died yet. The doctors suspected less than one year, but they had said there have been records of two years. Over the years, Abijah built up pain tolerance for these random spurts of pain. Normally he'd be screaming on the ground with Ariel next to him, but he's gotten better. He can hardly move with it though. But of course, he's also a demon, so it may take up to double the time of the amount said. Four years. Was he going to live up to nineteen at all?

The longest three minuets of his life passed, and the pain was gone again. He started breathing hard, but tried to make it so that Jasper couldn't see what was wrong. He's only known Jasper for about a week, and so far, every time, he's managed to hide these random spurts of pain, "Well?" he said as calmly as he could.

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Character Portrait: Alex Gilmore Character Portrait: Jasper
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Alex

Alex had been awake for what seemed like forever. Normally she would sleep untill she heard someone screa and enjoy the syphonies of pain but this time there was no pain, on talking. Hours of talking. She couldn't stand the fact that none of their little....play toys, were creating any entertainment for her. It was just unacceptable.

Putting her feet on the floor she went to her closet and looked at her shoes. She ended up putting on a black pain of high heels with the spikes covering them. She was already dressed since she had been up for a few hours now. She hadn't actually seen the toys since they had first been tortured. She had messed with them right after they fell unconscious so she was interested to see how they would react to their new situation.

Just as she was about to walk towards the room though the power went out and she muttered under her breath, "Jasper..." Clearing her throat though she continued walking towards the room, her heels clicking with each step. She had learned that the reason the demons she killed ran before they even saw her was because of the clicking. She was notorious for wearing heels apparently. But she was happy it sent a rush of fear through those who had heard of her. Their fear made her feel better, satisfied.

"Jasper! Jasper you know turning off the lights doesn't help anyone. I might break a heel in this darkness!" Of course she knew she wouldn't but she liked perfect eyesight a whole lot better than this. She may know her way around the building blind but it didn't mean she liked having to do so. Click. Click. Click. She was coming closer to the room.

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Character Portrait: Blythe Jenkins Character Portrait: Alex Gilmore Character Portrait: Ananda Bliss Character Portrait: Aidan Monrey Character Portrait: Jasper
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Ananda

Slowly turning in a circle, Ananda surveyed the area. Hoards of discarded furniture and industrial equipment sat in piles around the spacious room. Dark shadows lingered in the far corners of the room, threatening to release the monsters that remained in their wake. But Ananda knew that the only monster she had to be afraid of was herself after all. Being demonic had its perks, but being feared by every other creature on Earth was definitely not one of them in Ananda's eyes.

She laughed as she head bustling coming from a box to her left. She knew whatever it was couldn't stand up to her, even with her small frame. Her strength and speed could not be matched with any others' on the planet, and she knew that she could handle herself well. Wandering over to the box, she pulled the scruff of a large dog's neck and it tried unsuccessfully to lick her wrist. Giggling quietly, she set the dog down. "Quiet now, Boy, they're coming." She patted the dog's head and sent him off to find his usual hiding place.

Standing, she made her way out of the large room and entered a dark hallway. The lights had been off, probably of Jasper's doing, wanting to scare the prisoners. She shook her head and continued down the hall. A faint clicking could be heard, and Ananda briefly wondered what could have been making the noise before she realized it must have been Alex. She loved those skyscraper heals, but Ananda didn't.

She preferred skinny jeans, and running boots. Fashionable, yes, but made for speed. The soles were made to easily retract from any surface, and they laced up to the knee. She also wore dark skinny jeans, and a white tank top. Her hair was down, and fell down her back in straight locks. She was beautiful, but didn't like using that factor to mess with humans like the other demons.

Hearing faint chatter, Ananda entered a small, dark room. Her eyes adjusted quickly, and could see just as good in the dark as they could in the light. She saw Aidan, a guy who didn't feel torturing humans was the point of his existence, and Blythe, who believed it was. She went to shut the door behind her, but noticed it was off the hinges. . . .again. Sighing, Ananda made her way towards the demons.

"What's going on here?" she asked quietly.