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Giselle "The Angel" Demence

A professional nurse known for her mastery of both medicine and poison. She saves only those that are worthy, all others must die.

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a character in “Culprit City”, as played by Cheshire Kitten

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Date: May 12, 2099 - Hello! My name is Giselle Demence and I'm a nurse. I may look young but I'm very experienced. I travel all over the world saving lives, well, those that are worthy of being saved. I'm 23 years old, 5' 7" and 135 pounds. I have light pink hair, dyed of course, my natural hair is brown like my mom's and blue eyes, sort of pale skin. Oh! And did I mention I'm a master knife thrower? Yeah, after my mom got sick my dad taught me how to defend myself and knives were the easiest things to hide and sneak around with. Looks like I've got a patient, talk to you later diary!

Date: May 15, 2099 - Hi again diary. I guess I should tell you about my folks since I mentioned 'em last time. I was born and raised in a SafeSite, I never knew the outside world except for stories I had heard and the propaganda they taught in schools. But one night a man broke in, nobody knew how he got in but he approached me with a rusty knife. My mom tried to defend me but she ended up getting stabbed instead. They caught him when he tried to escape and put him in prison for life but my mom got sick anyways. The doctors, those quacks, couldn't save her and she died. In a SafeSite, she still died, can you believe that? That's why I do what I do, I help those in need...so long as they are worthy. Those who are unworthy are left to rot in their own sin.

Date: August 4, 2100 - Good news diary, they're making this new show about Culprit City, you know the story about the city full of criminals, and of course I applied, and they accepted me!. That horrible place desperately needs to be healed and I'm just the doctor/nurse to do it. This world is so full of sin and deceit if I can cleanse this one city of evil, even if it isn't the original Culprit City, then who knows what else I can do. I may even be able to recruit some of my fellow Heroes to join my cause and together we can heal the world. I've got to go diary, there was a terrible tornado the other day and people have been pouring in with injuries. I hope for their sake that their consciences are clean enough to get the help they seek.

Date: January 10, 2101 - Ooh I got so mad yesterday diary. It's a good thing I'm leaving tomorrow for Culprit City or I might just lose it. A man came to my door yesterday, he had lost his left arm and was bleeding, the hole was obviously infected and gangrene was obviously moments away. I asked him the same thing I ask everyone who comes to me, I asked him how he got the injury.Well, the story he told me was so full of sin I did the only logical thing and slammed the door right in his face. A few hours after I went to make sure he had gone and do you know what I found. I found his corpse lying in front of my door and his good hand was making the rudest gesture. I immediately took one of my deadliest needles and stuck it straight in his eye. Within moments his corpse had dissolved to nothing more than a mass of liquefied flesh and rags. Goodbye diary, I'm too upset to write anymore.

Date: January 11, 2101 - Hello again diary, I'm writing to you on my way to Culprit City. I guess I should explain myself since I left off quite abruptly yesterday. You see as a nurse I have many needles with various uses for my patients. Some are medicinal, other aren't. Each one is labeled with a special code only I can decipher and I have the recipes for all of my medicine memorized so that when I get there I can recreate them. There were so many of them that I'm sure I can make at least one deadly one and one effective healer. I knew recipes that caused paralysis, instant death, a slow and torturous death, strokes, seizures, and a special favorite of mine that causes you to rot from the inside out. It caused symptoms similar to leprosy and you slowly watch your body dying. The one I used yesterday was my own special recipe, I made it myself from watching spiders and their prey. Most of my poisons are based off of natural killers such as spider, snake, and tree frogs. Well it looks like I'm almost here, bye diary!

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So begins...

Giselle "The Angel" Demence's Story

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OOC NOTES:
  • Please make sure you have read the entire introduction and also the information written under the ‘Culprit City’ place page, found under the ‘Places’ tab. This will give you information on the armoury, the SafeSite building and how rule breaking will be dealt with. Rule breaking includes the removal of Criminal/Hero bands.
  • I suggest that any combat between played characters be written collaboratively. (TitanPad)
  • Do not feel the need to match the word count of this post. I’d much prefer shorter posts around 300-500 words, though. This is not a rule.
  • Players are placed randomly across the city. You may choose where. I hope everyone spreads themselves out decently. Weapons have to be gained inside the city; they did not enter with any. All are currently wearing the same black outfit from head to toe, consisting of: boots, trousers, a T-shirt and a waterproof jacket with pockets.
  • Anything that is not addressed in the introduction or in the Culprit City place page that you wish to know, post in the OOC.


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The atmosphere inside Station 7 was electric. Fittingly, a lightning storm was raging outside but it did little to dampen and destroy the mood. The Station was well protected, and the people inside were safe. The same could not be said for those which the hundreds of screens inside the main room of the ‘Culprit City’ floor in Station 7 depicted. The mostly haunted and gaunt faces of the criminals peered out from many, their expressions ranging from desperate to determined to downright disgusted, getting drenched in the downpour. Other screens showed Heroes, marked by the green bands around their arms rather than the red, criminal ones. It rained down on them, too, though it did not make them look desolate as it did the more helpless criminals, nor as evil as the more frightening ones. The water which ran down their figures made their faces gleam. It highlighted their straight, strong shoulders and confident stances. It painted them formidably. The panoramic screen with took pride of place in the Station showed Culprit City’s clumsy skyline. Dark clouds filled the sky above, but the rain was lightening up.

Soon, all of the ‘players’ were in their randomly allocated starting positions and left to soak until the klaxon roared. The sound of tapping keys and excited chatter on the floor was dying down as the moment to Culprit City’s first ever broadcast drew closer. Station 7’s employees settled into a more professional manner, speaking when needed in sure tones. And then – he arrived. Barely on time. The man wore a leather trench coat, still flecked with raindrops. A trilby hat cast his spectacled eyes into shadow. All very mysterious. But as to who this man was: there was no mystery. The Announcer was known worldwide for his deep, dramatic and demanding voice. He was the God of all commentators. And Station 7 was honoured. The Announcer took his place in the prepared booth, removed his hat and straightened his spectacles on his particularly bulbous nose. He wet his lips with the glass of water which was at the ready, and looked to his set up of prompts and CCTV feedback. The Announcer nodded.

The countdown began. At zero, the title sequence rolled out to millions then continued on to a prepared montage of introductory information and a selection of interviews from both criminals and heroes. It was produced dramatically; all quick cuts, dark lighting and tense music. Finally, the broadcast cut to Culprit City’s advanced camera system. They scanned and swooped, bringing up the faces of various players and theatrical shots of the city. The perfect visuals for The Announcer, whose voice now boomed out across Culprit City from speakers atop the street lights, addressing the audience but heard also by the players:

“Ladies and gentleman, we invite you - the victims of years of criminal activity – to observe as justice is served. We promise you an entertaining watch. We seek your vengeance.” A lengthy pause began, filled by silence and the face currently on screen; a thug-like character, a criminal, lips pressed into a straight line and eyes staring with menace.

“Each of our players has had a chip implanted into their brain which runs off the electrical impulses. We can use this to track our players, and also determine which have died.

Our maintenance force of highly-trained and protected members of the Station 7 team will be accessing the Culprit City set to deal with bodies and any rule breaking… We are not lenient in our punishments. Quite the opposite.”
an ominous and spontaneous chuckle escaped from The Announcer, but it only added to the performance.

“Our players have all been informed of the rules, but are going to be a little lost in this city, don’t you think? Well, that’s why we’ve hidden maps across the city. 100 in total. Getting hold of one of these would give a huge advantage.

Now, join me as we launch this innovative way of presenting righteousness to those who deserve it . Inspired by the graphic novel by Jia Jiu… This is Culprit City.”


The screen went black.
Five seconds passed.
A countdown clock appeared on the screen.
3… 2… 1…

The klaxon sounded.

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TASKS:
♦ Attempt to find a map.
♦ Get hold of a weapon of sorts.
♦ Find a base, somewhere for your character/s to reside. Perhaps alone, perhaps with allies. Find your territory.
♦ Interact with at least one other played character.

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Gigi stood quietly, observing her surroundings. She was in an alleyway next to an open field in between what looked to be a school and, could it be, a hospital. She almost laughed out loud, she had been here less than a day and she had already found her base of operations. Gigi would bet her favorite knife that no one here knew medicine like she did and the hospital couldn't have been in a more perfect location. There was an open field, currently occupied by four people, where she could set all kinds of traps. People would naturally seek out the hospital when they got injured and she would be able to save her fellow heroes and happily murder the scum criminals.

Speaking of which she could see that out of the four people now in the field three of them wore red armbamds. The fourth was w woman, a hero like herself. None of them had noticed her standing in the shadows, they were all so focused on each other. But she wasn't paying much attention to them either, she was focused on the small shrub growing near the side of the hospital. When the klaxon sounded and the hero took off, pursued by two of the criminals, Gigi strolled over to the plant and stooped down to examine it.

She held the leaves between her gloved fingers and grinned. It was one of her favorites, atropa belladonna, also known as deadly nightshade. She picked up a small plastic bag, shook most of the rainwater out of it and began harvesting it. Leaves, berries, she even moved some of the soil aside and ripped off bits of the roots. Giselle whistled while she worked, attracting the attention of the third criminal that had been in the field. As the criminal approached Gigi pretended not to notice that the woman had taken up a jagged piece of driftwood or that she was slowly advancing on her.

When the woman was within range Giselle took a handful of leaves and tensed her body. When she heard the criminal swing she rolled to her left, nimbly dodging the crude weapon. She stood quickly and kicked the woman in the stomach knocking her on her back. Giselle leapt on top of her, using her knees to pin down her arms and shoving the fistful of nightshade into her mouth. It only took one leaf to kill an adult but Giselle's motto was 'You can never be too careful'. She held one hand tightly over the woman's mouth and used the other to pin down her left hand. Giselle didn't know much about hand to hand comabt but she had seen enough injuries to know where the weakest parts of the bone were.

She picked up the left arm and slid her leg underneath, still pinning the right arm under her right knee, and forced her hand downwards, stopping only when she heard the sickening crunch of the criminal's elbow snapping. She repeated he motion with her right knee and grinned with sick satisfaction as she heard the woman's muffled screams and saw the tears flow from her dilated pupils. Giselle stood over the woman with pitiless eyes, she had swallowed all the nightshade and would be dead in three hours at most. Judging by the state her arms were in she could not force herself to vomit up the nightshade so, with the sounds of her screams echoing throughout the city, Giselle Demence gathered up her bag and proceeded to the front, making her way inside the hospital.

The doctor was in.

Kills- Criminals(1) Heroes(0)

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Giselle made herself comfortable in the hospital. She could still hear her first victim's cries ringing in her ear though the woman herself was probably dead by now. She went from room to room, inspecting everything and collecting a few things as she went. There were all sorts of pills and drugs in the cabinets in each room and she took a stretcher and began gathering the ones she recognized and could use. By the time Gigi had finished her thorough inspection of the hospital she had found a map in one of the pill bottles, figured out how to work the PA system, and set herself up in the Intensive Care Unit near the back. It was the best stocked out of the whole hospital and it was most likely where the injured would come seeking medicine.

Now that she had her home base ready she took the time to do her favorite thing, her job. She set out a bowl of nightshade berries on the front desk for anyone who might get hungry, it took around 30 of them to kill an adult but even one could make you sick and sickness was a weakness you couldn't afford in this game. She crushed up the nightshade root into a fine powder and kept it in a little jar that she labeled in her own special code. She knew both heroes and criminals alike would come to her for help and any criminal that tried to force her to help them would find a healthy dose of this in their medicine. She decided she would leave the leaves as they were, maybe spike a few salads here and there but other than that there really wasn't much use for them.

When all of this was done she sat back in one of the offices in the ward and perused her map, it looked like all the weaponry was in the center of town. Good thing she had no intention of going there, it would have been quite a task for her to arrive without having to fight her way there. Her little hospital was a good distance from the center but it looked like there was a department store not too far from where she was, and next door was even a vehicle storage. Giselle Demence sat in her hospital, completely secure in her dominion, and wondered if there were any pretty cars parked next door?

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Hieronymus sat in the hideout he had made of the high school's chemistry lab. This entire floor was dedicated to harder sciences, for some reason, so the materials he could use best were in this floor. He looked around the room, and thought back. Things had become chaotic sooner, rather than later. There was a building on fire, lots of screams, and gunshots already. The chemistry lab had a good amount of materials, and Hieronymus brought more equipment from other areas of the high school. A few computers and cables, a crowbar, wrench, and other tools, along with a few fire extinguishers.

Hieronymus sat back, and stared at the ceiling. He had managed to use a a few laser sensors he had gotten from the physics lab to produce make-shift motion sensors. These would serve to help him greatly. And even better, he had found ear-buds that he took apart, and rebuilt with a few additional pieces of plastic and circuitry to produce an earpiece in one ear that could play a sound to alert him of whether his motion sensors sensed something come by. So far, only other criminals came by, and they paid him little mind, and he paid them little mind.

Hieronymus had run to the high school when the blare rang out through the city. That was where he estimated would be where he could make the most usable devices. Before he came here, though, he stole a suit, hat, and coat from a locker in the city after he broke it open. He jsut didn't feel comfortable in anything else, and it was chilly anyway. He found these clothes easier to move in, for some reason. Whatever the case, he now had a change of clothes, if that was necessary. The hat was a nice addition for the rain, though.

When he had first come here, he had looked from his vantage point at the mess that happened in front of the Hospital nearby. He couldn't see much from the hospital blocking much of his view. After fortifying the base, he looked again, and saw how messy the front of the hospital had become. What really got his attention was the pink-haired woman hiding in the bush. She picked it, and used it to poison a villain. He would think about forming an alliance with such a person, but that was probably not the best course of action, considering the green armband she wore. Whatever the case, he saw the pink-haired woman enter the hospital, and thought it best not to go there, just in case of poison. Speaking of that...

There was one other tool Hieronymus had with him. It was a nail-gun found in the school, and he had found it with about 100 nails. While not exactly a weapon, it was usable. The best thing he could do with it, though, was to take some of the chemicals he had available to him in the chemistry lab, and make a tranquilizing agent to coat the nails with. that was when Hieronymus's stomach growled.

He forgot to bring food.

Looking out the window, again, at 3rd Avenue, he loaded the nail-gun with the tranquilizer nails, and brought with him 3 vials of acid, and 3 vials of explosives. This should be a good help. Hiding them all beneath his coat, he turned to exit the door as he heard the motion sensor go off. He remained next to the closed door and waited for someone to burst in. He heard hushed voices for about a second before the door was kicked open, and 2 men entered the room. There was a quieter way to deal with this. Maybe everyone around this place only heard someone kick open a door. As the door swung to his side, Hieronymus slowly shut it as the 2 men, both with green armbands, began to observe the room, and the equipment in it.

Before both realized that this was not their domain, they heard the door shut behind them, barely audible, and the man standing there, in a suit, having been the one to shut the door. It took a short time for one of the two men to raise their pistol to fire, and that was all Hieronymus needed. He had grabbed the top of the pistol as he saw the man's finger begin to pull the trigger. Before he could pull it all the way, Hieronymus had pulled the top of the pistol off. The armed man look at his weapon incredulously, before Hieronymus kicked his face with enough force to knock him into his partner, who stood there unsure of what to do when he saw the pistol taken apart. The two men fell, and Hieronymus reached for his nail-gun, and fired two rounds, one for each of them. Within seconds, they had passed out. That was when Hieronymus visibly frowned. He didn't want to kill these two, since the smell would be horrific, at some point, in his hideout. He didn't want to waste time either. So he did the next best thing. That pink-haired woman seemed to know her medicine. On one hand, this may draw her to him. On the other, this was a good way to get rid of these two, and make sure they lived. After all, if the game ended when all the criminals died, there was no need for a single hero to die. And this base of his was only a temporary solution, and he would be out of here soon anyway, once he built what he needed. There was not much chance of these two finding him again. The solution was simple. He tied a rope to their ankles, and the other end of the rope to the eye-washing station, as he lowered both of the men to the ground in view of the hospital. The process was done haphazardly quickly, and when the two had reached the ground, Hieronymus burned the rope with a Bunsen burner before grabbing the limp end connected to the two men and dousing it in the eye-wash station, getting rid of the fire, and then doing the same for the other end. Fire was dangerous, and he didn't want to catch the room, or the two heroes down there with fire.

That was when Hieronymus left the room, and mentally kicked himself for forgetting to check the two men for food. And thus began the journey for a sandwich.

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Their cheerful chase soon turned into a messy massacre. Izzy was the first to note the change and veered for safety. With no idea whether the driver of the death machine was a hero or some kind of crazed criminal, whilst her pursuers were distracted… or dead, she’d leapt up onto the sidewalk and slammed through a door which led into the high school.

Once inside, she turned a full circle then returned to the door which had closed on its own to peer through the small glass slip of window. Her chest was heaving from the sprint. Izzy was shaken. She was by no means expecting this to be easy, but being the prey to a fifty-strong pack of criminals within the first half an hour was hardly going to sit well with anyone. Gunfire sounded nearby, joining the metallic cacophony of steel on concrete as the sheets which had shot loose from the forklift slid and shuddered to a halt after slicing through plenty of bodies.

She was squinting, trying to make out the man’s band on his arm as he turned off the engine. But it was no use. So, she took a little while to study the map. The armoury wasn’t far. It had already been proved to Izzy that she was too dependent upon her weapons. Her eyes scanned some more, noting places of interest. The armoury, vehicle storage, museum – she managed a snort at her idea of what sorts of things they’d have on display – and… a SafeSite building.

Something stirred in the dimness of the school corridor behind her and she screwed the map back up dropped into a crouch, back facing the corner of the door and the wall. After waiting about a minute, she straightened back up and glanced out of the window again. Another figure had joined the man who had probably saved her life. This time, she could make out the green armbands. Izzy made to open the door with a relieved sigh but something slammed her into it instead, so hard that it stole all of the breath from her lungs. Her lip had burst from the force as her face crashed against the door, she was flipped around bodily, unable to do much in the confusion, and found herself looking ironically at the man who had been after her since the get-go at the hospital. He hadn’t a weapon but his hands were doing a pretty good job of strangling her. She clawed at his hands and wrist.

There wasn’t much of a struggle before her knee found its way into his crotch. He didn’t let go but his grip loosened as he wheezed and Izzy was able to yank free and apply some unkind pressure to his awkwardly positioned wrist. A yelp indicated that it had the effect she was after. The tables turned and the choke-out that ensued was chaotic. She weighed less than him, and he was taller, even if she’d been practically hanging off his neck or squeezing with all the force she had, he’d have probably still been able to throw her off. Which he did. There was quiet in the corridor as they both drew in haggard breaths. Then he began to stumble away. Izzy was not reckless enough to go after him, so pulled open the door and escaped onto Westway.

She made for the two heroes, trying to wipe up the mess of her face with a sleeve as she did. If Izzy had been feeling sorry for herself, she stopped when she took in the riddled man with the mask.

“Shit, Batman.” Her words came out muffled by sore lips, but the desired, half-sarcastic half-shocked tone was recognisable.

Perhaps now wasn’t the best time to outline her plan to them. She eyed the other hero. For practical reasons, they should really take Batman’s handguns, stock up at the armoury, then head to the SafeSite and clean out any scum which had thought to lay claim to it. But they were the good guys, right?

“I really had that under control.” She said in a way of thanks.
“Uh, hospital?” It came out ‘hoshpipul’.
A mashed up mouth and a South African accent didn't make the best match for communicating effectively.

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Phantom was about to answer Edwards right when a green armband appeared. This time it was a woman and she seemed to be pretty injured herself. Despite her injuries being lighter than that of Phantom's, he nodded when she tried to say hospital. It's safe to say that the two can be of use to him, especially now due to his wound. Phantom felt his muscles lighten, the feeling of desensitization hitting him quite hard. The blood loss from his wound is becoming a very apparent issue that needed fixing.

"I agree. The hospital is our best bet, especially now that you're here," Phantom said, motioning towards the woman, "Because we have got to fix that pretty face of yours."

Phantom looked back towards Edwards to answer his new question.

"Yeah, of course, we need to work together now more than ever," he said as his left hand extended the glock to Edwards. Phantom went to unclip his holster t-

A sudden and sharp pain lashed across Phantom's head as a bullet slid across the right side of his head. The material of the mask ripped into his skin as blood crawled out. He could tell that the wound on his head wouldn't be serious like his abdomen, but it would not matter since the force made him lose his balance, causing him to fall forward to the floor. He stopped himself from crashing into the street face first by using his left arm for cushioning. Phantom knew what had happened, it was the sniper friend from before, except he had become a better shot. Phantom couldn't tell where the other two of his fellow Hero companions went, but he didn't focus on that, instead he used his left arm to push himself upwards, sprawling over.

This time the sniper was positioned up on a rooftop of another store, Phantom was sure of it because of another muzzle flash, the bullet whizzed past Phantom's head and crackled across the street. He wasted no time flicking up his pistol with his right hand, breathing deeply, before letting go a stream of concentrated bullets that pierced through the rain. He kept shooting until the clip slid out empty from his pistol, smoke protruding from the muzzle.

Phantom felt his rigid breaths through the thick rain, those the only two sounds that he heard. The muzzle flash was gone. The sniper was either dead or going to be. Either result would be fine by him. Phantom stood up slowly, his body quaking from both wounds, blood covering him. He needed to close his wounds soon or else Death would find him.

Phantom felt everything and nothing as his mind began to race and so did he, as he started to walk towards the hospital. He didn't know where the other two went or didn't know if they were even behind him. All he knew now was that he needed medical attention. And a goddamn drink.

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Gigi was absolutely delighted. She spent quite a bit of her time memorizing the map and when she was satisfied that she had it ingrained in her memory, she burned it. It was only after she burned it that she heard the sound. It was quiet at first but as she got closer to the wall it grew louder and louder. She gently tapped on the wall, it was hollow. Giselle picked up an IV stand and slammed it into the wall as hard as she could. It broke easily and out poured what appeared to be an entire colony of beetles. She bent down, picked one up between her gloved fingers and examined it. "Oh aren't I the lucky one!" They were dermestid beetles, flesh eaters. She had a tank full of them at home to help her get rid of the unworthy souls that came to her door and now it seemed like she would have some here as well.

Giselle ran around the hospital collecting buckets, cups, bedpans, anything she could use to keep the beetles from running away. She saw an empty fish tank on wheels in the lounge and thought it was perfect. As she was wheeling the tank back to the office she happened to look out the front windows and see two gentlemen lying there, unconscious. Gigi gasped and opened the door. She dragged them inside, but not before she checked their armbands to make sure they were worthy, and lay each one out on a stretcher. "I'll return shortly gentlemen, just give me a moment. I have some unfinished business to attend to." They were both unconscious and although they had both been shot with, something, it didn't look like the wounds would kill them anytime soon.

Gigi wheeled the empty fish tank into the office and gathered up as many of the beetles as she could into it. She stood back and stared at the tank. "You little darlings are going to give some nasty criminal quite a surprise aren't you?" She nodded at them and made her way back to the front to deal with her first patients. She gave them both x-rays to figure out just what the hell had shot them and found nails in both of their abdomens. She removed the nails, cleaned the wounds, and bandaged them then left them to heal. She had some questions for them when they woke up but for now she was going to have a look out on Westway Avenue. She had heard shots being fired and she wondered if the hero woman from before was still out there.

The emergency ward was on the east side of the building so she didn't have to go far to see what had gone on. In the distance she saw the woman from before, looking damaged, and a man standing near a fearsome looking machine. She assumed that since the woman wasn't dead yet that he was a hero but there was another masked figure looking even more injured than the woman making his way towards her and even though he wore a green band she still found herself questioning his status as a hero. He was scary looking but the band didn't lie so against her instinct she called to him. "It looks to me like you could use some help, I'll go get a stretcher and a room ready." She pointed to the green band on her arm before running inside. Before she could even begin to prepare anything she ran back to the window "Don't eat any of the berries on the front desk."

She ran inside and did her best to straighten up a room for him. She decided to put him next to her other fallen heroes, it was the closest to the front so he wouldn't have to go far for treatment and it meant she could hear one of them when she was dealing with the other. When the room was prepped and ready she organized a stretcher and IV for him. It was dark and rainy so she couldn't see exactly what was wrong outside the window but she could tell by the way he walked that he was a man in need of medical attention. When everything was ready she made her way outside to help him in.

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The world began to shake, the buildings ripping apart, the ground blurry. His feet scrambled across the thick concrete, but soon the ground melted, its fixture liquefied and his feet sank into it. His sweat stuck onto his clothing as blood trickled down the entirety of his body. He looked up and saw Death standing far down the road, past the hospital, a scythe in hand. Death's free hand creaked, bones rattling as he lifted it up in the air and stretched his index finger, pointing at Phantom.

"Not yet," Death groaned.

Phantom wheeled as thunder boomed, his head exploding in pain. He didn't know how far he had shambled until he reached the hospital. His sullen eyes darted at a figure, blurry, yet he could just barely make out a bright green band. He had no other choice but to trust it. He heard it speak, but it was vague and he couldn't make out any words. All he knew was that he needed help soon.

He kept walking towards the figure and saw it run back inside. He didn't question what it had said due to the fact that his head was booming and he tried not to think too much, or else the pain would have been much more severe. He kept walking until he reached the entrance and saw the figure again, this time it was in the form of a woman. He could tell that she would help.

And with that lingering thought of Death his strength gave way and he fell to one knee, his body shaking as it tried to hold balance to even that.

"I hope you have the strength to either carry me or drag me because I'm about to bl-"

Everything went black.

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Hieronymus was lucky. He had found a criminal in the high school, and one who seemed to have had some food on him. After talking it out, the man agreed to give Hieronymus a bag with a sandwich in it, in exchange for 2 of Hieronymus's explosives. It was steep, but he could always make more. Besides, the acid was quieter, and could melt through walls. They made the exchange, and Hieronymus journeyed back to his base, and finished the what he was working on. It took only a few more minutes, but he had completed it.

The device in question was a PDA. Handheld, and light, he had made it by taking apart some of the computers that he had in his base. The hardest part was taking the screens apart with the correct measurements, since he had to be careful not to shatter them. Once the device was working, he looked at the sandwich, and sniffed it before taking a bite to eat. The plastic container looked unopened, but he could not be sure. After eating the whole thing in a few bites, Hieronymus looked out the window. The sandwich was poison-free, but that reminded him of the woman in the hospital. He heard a few nearby bangs a short while earlier, and he needed to see what had gone on. Looking out the window, he saw the pink-haired woman dragging the two men he dropped down into the hospital. Looks like they were going to be taken care of. Then there were the rest of the figures in the area. He had not taken the time to look at them closely, other than to determine that they were heroes. There were two men, one of which wore a mask, and the other who acted like a trained soldier. A trained soldier would be good to have as an ally, but this person would likely not be the one be that ally. Hieronymus thought about the soldiers that had entered Culprit City. Hieronymus had fought like a soldier for a long while, as a trader. He had no training, but he did fight people that did. He hasn't kept up with the way military training had changed ever since he came to a safe-city. That would mean that, even though he was a formidable opponent, some people would be able to defeat him in hand-to-hand. He had to learn the tricks, at some point.

Coming back to focus on the task, he also saw a woman. She was fit, and seemed to be working together with the man. Well, since these two were working together and there were 2 other heroes around the hospital, Hieronymus decided to stop playing with his luck, and decided to go out, looking for potential allies, or supplies, or something useful. He already had a lot of useful items, and the PDA would help him work with the electronic equipment he would build. Taking more explosive devices to replace the ones he had lost, Hieronymus left the room, and ran down the stairs to leave the high school by going to the department store on 3rd Avenue.

Hieronymus looked at the road ahead of him. Restaurants were probably the best bet for food. Department stores were probably where people who wanted to kill themselves went to. There were probably a lot of people there. Either other criminals he would need to fight over supplies, or heroes looking for a lot of targets to shoot. Whatever the case, he thought he needed food. And besides, cooking was similar to chemistry. There was sure to be something that he could take and use for more than eating. The sniper from earlier did not shoot Hieronymus as he ran across third avenue to make his way through Ali street. Hieronymus had a map, but had found little use for it until he realized he needed food. That was a major help as he made his way to the restaurants. Otherwise, he would not know where they were.

The sound of gunshots rang out, as he approached the side of one of the restaurants. Hieronymus ducked behind a dumpster, and saw a blonde hero, very heavily armed, fire and take out a crowd. Hieronymus practically licked his lips, at the thought of killing him and taking his weapons. Especially with how readily he killed a crowd. But, Hieronymus was too clear-headed to do this. Hunger came before killing. Hieronymus waited until he did not hear very much at all. The street was quiet, and as such, Hieronymus imagined the sizzling of steak, and the boiling of lobster. What snapped him out of his trance was the rapid patting of feet approaching the restaurant.

Without checking to see if it was friend or foe, Hieronymus decided to make his business brief. He stepped back, pushed a make-shift button on some of the acidic compound he had with him, as he threw the uncapped it and splashed it on the brick wall of the restaurant. The point Hieronymus splashed the acid on was slightly higher than his own head, but the acid was potent enough to melt the wall all the way to his feet. And, it was wide enough to get in, if Hieronymus turned to his side. After a few more splashes of the acid, the wall was completely melted through. Hieronymus got in and ran into the kitchen of the restaurant after putting the empty container back in his coat pocket. He drew the nail-gun as he saw that the kitchen had a hero in it. One who was also looking for food it seemed. She was a woman of average height, and who, interestingly, had shaved her head. Hieronymus stood behind her as she searched the fridge. She, being in the kitchen, probably couldn't have heard the slight sizzling of the restaurant wall. Hieronymus scratched the back of his head before putting the nail-gun back in his coat, and knocking out the woman by suffocation. That was when Hieronymus began to search the fridge himself. He had found some deli-meats, a bag of salad, and some cheese. Yum. He could mic them all to make a delicious salad. But first...

Hieronymus turned around. He could pack the food later. Now, he had to prepare for a confrontation with the source of those patting feet. Hieronymus hid behind the kitchen wall as he peered out at the front door, to see if anyone was entering.

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When Izzy moved so did Edwards. He ignored her comment and promised not to form too much of a chip on his shoulder with her. He was never good at keeping promises though. Still fearing the sniper might be waiting to down more than one hero at a time as was such a common tactic, Edwards sprinted towards the now fainted Phantom. Slipping the mans arm over his shoulders and letting his height and back bare most of the weight Edwards rushed into the hospital entrance with his soon to be corpse.

Izzy didn't do much to help in terms of getting Batman out of the street. Edwards had it covered. As they went, her hand had gone straight to her hip, an instinct proved wrong as the pistol which usually hung there was a world away. Walking with her back to her new allies, she swept the streets for any oncoming dangers as they made their way to the hospital.

On reaching the doorway, Izzy finally turned and put an arm out to stop Edwards. She'd seen the woman show them her green band as they'd raced for Phantom, but still, Izzy was suscpicious. Not only was her hair ridiculous, but, what was that she'd said about berries?

The front desk crossed the room they were about to enter. She located the berries quickly enough. Her eyes squinted and her brow furrowed as she tried to put a name to them. They didn't look too friendly. Although she'd been trained in survival skills years ago when flying in supplies around her homeland, where the risk of having to land and stay out the weather, stranded, was a serious, quite common one; she couldn't recall the name of the berries. Which meant they were most likely not meant for eating. Besides, she couldn't imagine the kind producers of Culprit City planting them a few lovely blueberry bushes to munch on.

"Probably poison..." she whispered her realisation.
The look she gave Edwards was one of pure 'what the fuck?'.

This woman must be off her rocker. But she seemed friendly enough and willing to help. If anything went wrong they'd be able to overpower her easily. So, Izzy dismissed the fact that she was probably crazy as a threat.

Edwards didn't trust the woman, even if she was offering help. He hadn't realized she was there under the hurry of his boots, but Izzy quickly dragged him back to the problem at hand. She wore green, but how hard was it to steal a piece of cloth? Pulling Phantom up higher onto his body Edwards managed to reach down to the holster that held the pistol he hadn't emptied at a sniper too far away to reasonably hit. Outstretching his arm he handed it towards Izzy.

“Two in the chest.”

He was autonomous in speech as though repeating a prayer he'd known since birth. As it stood he couldn't have hit the broad side of a barn with the heavy bastard he was carrying, Izzy was their best chance if anything went south. Even if it didn't he didn't expect the masked man to need the pistol. He was banged up good, no doubt about it, and all he was worth now was whatever rounds he had left on him. Once all of those were rounded up and a few medical supplies to boot Edwards was going to leave the man there regardless of if he was awake or not. He wouldn't last too long with the injuries anyway, his best bet was to hide until everything was over.

"One in the head" Izzy said, way too cheefully for the current situation as she practically snatched the handgun from him in her elation. With a twirl she set it comfortably in her hand, its shape a familiar friend. She also only realised the irony of her reply when she checked Phantom to see whether he'd woke. No such luck, his head was still lolling.

She sidestepped into the room cautiously. Empty. From what she could see.

"You want to babysit whilst I get supplies? If he's not awake by the time we're ready to go. We're leaving him" Izzy said. Her statement wasn't a question, or a suggestion.

She could've done with a stitch or two herself, if this woman knew what she was doing. Still, Izzy planed on not letting the candyflossed nurse anywhere near her.

"Deal. Head up through the streets for the armoury, stock up and fuck off to the SafeSite."

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Giselle didn't trust the masked man but she brought him in anyways. Once she had gotten him into his room she turned to the other two he had come with. They had guns but she wasn't too concerned, spending all her time in the hospital had given her the time to set more than a few traps for them. She had strategically placed her own special weapons all over the hospital, so in case she couldn't beat them with brute force, which was highly unlikely that she could, she'd be able to use her surroundings to her advantage. Her pride and joy was a little treat she had set up in the cafeteria. It was where most people coming in would go after getting treatment and she couldn't have set up her little scheme without the help of her beetles.

She smiled at her handiwork though at the moment it looked like she was grinning at the unconscious man laying on the bed. Gigi shook her head and focused on the task at hand. Just as she was about to get started she remembered the other two were still there. She wasn't accustomed to having people watch while she worked and she quickly shooed them out. "Okay yes yes, thank you for bringing him here, you're friend will be fine now please leave. The doctor has to work and she needs silence." And just to throw them off a little she said "And if you don't mind bringing me that bowl of berries on the front desk that'd be great."

She got to work on the masked vigilante. She was tempted to remove his mask to get to the cut on his temple but that would violate her doctor-patient confidentiality code so she just did her best to fix the wound as it was. She cleaned it up and bandaged his head then moved on to the wound in his side. The gunshot had torn his flesh but it was nothing she couldn't fix. Giselle Demence hummed a cheery tune from her childhood as she worked. She was focused on the task at hand but she kept her ears open just in case anyone decided to wander around the hospital and find one of her...surprises.

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Phantom had died before. So his near death experience now wasn't foreign to him. He had fought a druglord by the name of Alex de Masse. This short lived battle was also due to a miscalculation, a lapse in judgement that affected the entire outcome.

It happened at night, at a private marina owned by Alex. Although private, Alex let the general public rent out spaces for their boats, the only reason being to elude the police. But what the police couldn't do due to restrictions, Phantom could. He was perched up on a darkened lamppost, all which were dimmed, and that was because of Alex's routine every time he sold drugs. Alex would turn off all the lights at the dock as if to simulate it being closed and would then take a different yacht every time out in kill he darkness of the ocean where he would meet up with other yachts and sell drugs.

Phantom planned how he would take down Alex. Alex had upped the guards and security tech ever since Phantom had surfaced in Haven. He added more cameras, all equipped with infared tech, all able to see in total darkness. A couple extra bodies and cameras weren't going to do much to halt Phantom. All that was needed was an EMP and a tranquilizer. The first part of that plan was already executed, all cameras shut down, all boats shut down, no escape in sight. The second part of the plan was in progress, the first set of guards being the ones in charge of monitoring the cameras and video equipment were taken care of, while the other four are with Alex. Phantom contemplated exactly what he was going to do before enacting it on Alex. He decided that he would kill Alex. It wasn't a matter of what was right or what was wrong it was simply what was necessary. A man with this amount of power and money would only be released several days later. Power and corruption come hand in hand.

He can't corrupt the Phantom though.

Alex's feet clasped against the wooden boards of the boardwalk as he made way towards his yacht, his four goons following closely behind. It wasn't until Alex walked under Phantom's lamppost that he would strike. Phantom came down upon Alex, landing on him, bones snapping as Phantom shot three of the four guards with tranquilizer darts, this all happening in one fluid motion. The other guard slid out a pistol, but Phantom caught his hand as he tried raising it up. He then raised his elbow and brought it down; when it made contact the bone snapped in a ninety degree angle causing the guard to scream atop his lungs. Phantom aimed his tranquilizer at the guard's abdomen and fired off a dart that made the man keel over and black out. Alex took this small amount of distraction time to drag his already broken body towards his yacht, unknowing that its power was gone. As Phantom turned around he saw what his error was. He should have checked the actual yacht because Alex's buyer walked out, pistol in hand, and Phantom realized that Alex now had his buyers come to his marina rather than he go to meet them.

Phantom wasn't given a chance to react. It was all over the moment the pistol flared, a single bullet entering his left eye and everything ended.

He was dead. Or atleast he felt it, he was actually knocked unconscious. But in a precarious situation like that, there was little chance of survival.

His body went over the side and into the water, the last sound he would ever hear was that of gushing water that engulfed his body and wrapped it in darkness.

It was for only a few minutes that Phantom was unconscious, but in those few minutes the ocean healed him. His black out was mostly due to shock and of course blunt force caused by the bullet, but he was lucky enough that the bullet didn't even penetrate his skull, it instead lodged into his eye where it remained until after about a minute in the water. Soon after small scum eating fish detached themselves from the corroded wood on the boardwalk and latched onto his eye. Even the world's best doctors could have moments of losing all precision in key moments yet mother nature suffers no imperfection. The fishes began eating away the dead skin and sucked out all signs of infection and corrosion. That combined with the thick amount of sea salt stopped any sign of blood loss. As the fish nibbled away, the bullet dislodged and floated away into nothingness. In reality, anyone could recover from this sort of wound with the right care. There was still the matter of resuscitation else all that had happened would have been done in vain. The last two minutes spent in the water was near the shore, his body lolling in the waves until one carried him to the shore, shoving him face first onto the sand, water and sand mixing together, sliding into the pit of his stomach and the bottom of his lungs causing him to regurgitate hard. His right eye opened as he found himself hacking up chunks of the last meal he had eaten; his mask ripped off and taken by the current as it was nowhere to be found.

The wound wasn't completely healed, but the ocean had done a damn fine job at buying him time until he closed his eye by burning it shut. Death had almost had him that time yet he was able to avoid it entirely and in order to trade that off he would train for several months, letting crime happen in the safe-city of Haven until he was truly prepared to face it again, and when he was he fabricated another mask. When he was ready he would attack at Alex first, Death ready to receive Phantom's victim. Phantom invaded Alex's stronghold and was able to sneak past everyone until he reached Alex de Masse. As he opened up the door he found Death floating above Alex and lifted up a pistol. The bullet entered his forehead and exploded out the other side, blood plastering the walls in a new and fresh coat of red. Phantom wasted no time and walked towards the desk, taking aim, and let another bullet fly into his head to make sure he was dead. He heard men screaming as they rushed towards the room, but it was too late. Phantom crashed through the window behind Alex's corpse and jumped out, leaving the pistol behind. On the pistol was one of Alex's buyers fingerprints, as per a report by a corrupt police officer that only let Alex's gang know and burned any other evidence. Needless to say there was a war between Alex's gang and that of his buyers, which ended in bloodshed. Phantom made sure to only spectate all of this from the sidelines. He only intervened if an innocent's life was on the line. He survived through sheer luck and he believed it was because the world still needed him and people like him.

Death smiled as Phantom woke up from his slumber. Light phased in, his eye adjusting to it as he coughed and he saw pink hair. At first he was confused because he didn't recollect a pink haired woman, all he remembered was Edwards and that other woman with a busted lip. But, then it hit him, he remembered the blurry figure that pointed at their green armband and knew that he had to trust the woman. This must be her. And she must have saved him.

"God damn it, everything fucking hurts, but it still feels good to be alive," he said, his voice a bit frail but still deep.

He looked over to find Edwards and the other woman there.

"I died twice too many times already. If I die again make sure I don't wake up," Phantom said before chuckling, although faint, he still chuckled. He then looked back at the pink haired woman.

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. The name's Phantom, but enough about me, tell me about you. Your name would be a good start."

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Izzy loitered, her interest having her wander after for a while. Phantom seemed to be stirring. Craning her neck, she peered at him through the crack in the door. “I’ll make sure you don’t wake up next time” said Izzy, her tone betraying no hint of sarcasm.

She moved out and back towards the reception room and out of ears reach of Batman and the nurse. The berries which the nurse had asked for still sat on the counter, the tiniest, deadliest little things. Something else they had to worry about, other than the murderous criminals and storms which were already after their blood. There wasn’t a chance in hell she was taking those to her.

“Hey” she called to Edwards, beckoning him away from Batman and crazy candyfloss with her free hand. “We should split up, take a walk, see what we can find that’s useful. Give Batman some time to rest.”] He eyes flittered to the door which the nurse was concealed behind. “I don’t trust her, though, careful. See you back here in a bit. Make lots of noise if you need help. Or die quietly so I don’t have to deal with you.”

Izzy swanned off for a corridor leading off the reception room. As she passed the bowl of berries, she knocked it purposefully with her elbow as she walked by, sending them rolling all over the floor. The bowl landed with a clatter, and Izzy was off at a jog.





In a green medic’s bag with a white cross on the front, Izzy had been dumping anything of interest. She was trained in basic first aid, but she couldn’t pronounce half of the words which were printed on the labels. Hurrying along, she dabbed at face with a towel and some antiseptic which she had also deposited in the bag, cleaning up her lip. She’d scavenged all that she thought might be useful; bandages and dressings and tape, cleaning solutions, antibiotics, painkillers… and now, after dumping the bloody towel, was headed towards the hospital cafeteria which was signed to find some water.

Everywhere so far had been deserted.

She knew what would happen a split second before it did as she walked into the food hall. Her foot had caught something as she stepped through the doorway. Izzy’s heart stopped. A trap.

Rusty needles rained down upon her, falling from the ceiling where a plaster board had been pulled away when the trap had been triggered. Luckily, Izzy had detected the trap quickly, so hadn’t stepped right under the downpour. Still, the exposed part of her right arm was pretty scratched up by the time the needles all fell to the floor in a symphony of pings. If it had been more sudden, she probably would’ve screamed. But the trap was amateur and she’d even had a small amount of time to shift backwards before the heavens opened.

Izzy looked down at her new wounds in a sort of daze. She should’ve been more cautious.
What she was getting from this was that crazy candyfloss really was, well, crazy, assuming she’d set these traps.
And Izzy and Edwards had just left her alone with Batman.

Izzy paled, turned on her heel, and raced for the reception room, trying not to think of what those needles could've been carrying...

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Giselle was absolutely ecstatic. It looked as though all of her patients so far were going to make full recoveries and although she was still curious about the man behind the mask she didn't question him about it and decided to let him recover while she cleaned up her equipment.

It hadn't been easy or pretty stitching p the gash in his side. The bullet hadn't stuck but it had torn away a fair amount of flesh and she wasn't surprised that he had passed out from blood loss. She was surprised that he hadn't passed out sooner. He was lucky that he hadn't lost too much flesh or she would have had to graft some skin from his ass on to his side. It had taken a good deal of staples and quite a lot of stitches, both to his side and his head but the wounds were closed, cleaned and the bleeding had stopped meaning he was on his way to a healthy recovery.

However just because he was on his way did not in any way mean that he would get there. She found minute traces of rust in his side meaning that the bullet that hit him was rusty, She had managed to remove most of the rusted flakes but even a minuscule trace could lead to tetanus. Giselle made a mental note to watch him for spasms and hoped he'd had his shots. As she thought of tetanus she remembered her trap and wondered how long it'd be until some criminal set it off.

Before she had time to think too much about her trap she heard her patient start stirring behind her. She finished drying her tools off and made her way over to him to see how he was coping with the stitches. He was definitely awake and talking although she couldn't tell how well he was dealing with the wounds since she couldn't read his facial expressions. By the way he moved it didn't look like they were an excessive bother but they did hurt.

He wanted to know about her so she told him. "My name is Giselle Demence but you may call me Nurse Gigi. I am a certified doctor, although I don't have my certificate to show you so you'll just have to take my word for it, but I do prefer to be called nurse. I just think the nurse's outfits are cuter. Don't you?" Even though she had asked the other two people to stay out the man had still come in and he was asking her patient for ammunition. She doubted he had any and even though she didn't want him to agitate the masked man there wasn't much she could do about it.

She had several needles full of different surprises on her at the moment but she wasn't allowed to kill any other heroes and she didn't having anything that wasn't deadly or incurable. So she just sat down and glared at him, hoping he would leave, soon. At least the woman had listened enough to leave her to her work. She wondered where the woman was now. She hadn't looked too good when she came in and Giselle wanted to take a look t her lip, it was swollen and if she wasn't mistaken she had seen signs of infection in it.

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Phantom bent upwards, feeling pain shoot up from his abdomen, making him grunt. He held it instinctively before realizing that it had been bandaged and the wound had been shut. He touched his head, feeling the grooves of the closed skin upon his fingers. The part of the mask where his head was shot had been ripped open, but it overall still covered his face, only exposing the wound on his head. He also realized that they had either took off the mask and saw his face before he awoke or they left it on. Either way, he had hoped the cameras didn't see his face if they did, he could care less if the heroes saw his face though.

He grinned under his mask, assuming that the so called "Nurse" had flirted back to him. But, he turned his attention towards Edwards who had just asked him about rounds for his pistol.

"Yeah, I have five more rounds to spare for you. You gonna head out with that woman?" Phantom asked curiously, wondering why Edwards would need more rounds. Then it hit him, they probably thought he was a burden. Phantom couldn't blame them, he would of thought of the same if he was in a similar situation with someone else injured the way he was. Without reluctance, he unstrapped the rounds and handed them to Edwards.

"If so, good luck. Thanks for the help back there, I appreciate it." Phantom wasn't the type to say thank you to anyone, he always worked alone until now.

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Izzy was much more careful as she moved through the hospital back to where she’d left the others. She slowed to an easily maintainable jog, decelerating right down where any corridors crossed and constantly checking for other traps.

The hospital was big and it did take a while for her to find herself back in the reception room. There, she broke into a walk, her heavy boots crushing the knocked over berries into a mush as she went. Izzy was a bit flustered when she made it to the treatment room. They were all still there, including Edwards, which made a flash of agitation cross her expression.

“Hey” she said, more announcing her presence than offering them a greeting as she sidled into the room. It was against the rules to kill heroes, but she’d have still liked to raise the handgun to stare down that psycho nurse. But she didn’t think that’d do much to preserve her oh-so-heroic persona; it wouldn’t sit well with the audience. Izzy dumped the bag of collected medical products at Edwards’ feet, but didn’t take her eyes off the nurse.

“You. Candyfloss bitch, what kind of game are you playing?” She demanded, the colour in her cheeks rising. The injuries caused by the falling needles were nothing, she barely felt them, but still, the shock she’d got from the trap was enough to make her resent their creator. “This your game? Draw heroes in here with promises of treatment, let them roam the hospital without precaution and let them get themselves killed or tangled in your traps? We’re not the rats in this city, lady, in case you hadn’t noticed!”

Only then did she notice Phantom was awake. Hoping he wasn’t harbouring any too-fond memories for his insane saviour Izzy announced: “We’re leaving.”

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Gigi spun around on her chair, bored. Her patients were all healing well, her traps had all been set and she still had plenty of beetles left in her tank so there was no reason for her to go looking for more. She swiveled around in small circles, thinking up new ways to trip up any criminals that dared to intrude on her hospital. She decided to ignore the man that had brought her patient in since it was clear he wasn't going to leave any time soon. Every time she circled around she checked on the masked man, he wounds were still fresh and she didn't want him to agitate the stitches.

She was just about to go looking for some rope for her next trap when she heard footsteps approaching. She tilted her head towards the door, the footsteps were heavy and quick, whoever was coming was coming with a purpose. She looked towards the door just as the hero woman appeared. She looked pretty banged up, even more so than before and Giselle really would have liked to take a look at her lip. Before she could say anything the woman emptied a bag of supplies at the other man's feet. "Someone's been a busy bee." Gigi thought to herself.

"Game? I'm not playing any games. But I suppose I should be, I mean this whole thing is just one big gruesome game isn't it?" Gigi looked at the woman and noticed she had quite a few new scratches, like she had been scraped with several sharp objects. The wounds looked familiar and then it hit her. The woman must have triggered Giselle's needle trap, that would explain the length and frequency of the scratches. But Gigi had set up far more needles than that, and the woman was barely scraped. "No! That trap wasn't meant for you, you ignorant woman! That trap was set for any criminals that dared to come to my hospital and you've ruined it." Gigi was pissed, to say the least. "Please tell me you didn't blunder into any of the others, you didn't try to use the elevator did you? No, you wouldn't be here if you had."

Gigi stood up and started pacing back and forth between the counter and the patients' beds. "Great, now I have to go pick up all those needles and re set the trap, although since you're not too hurt maybe I should try to improve it first. Also, I hope you have your shots 'cause all those needles were filthy and rusty so who knows what you've caught. Come here and let me take a blood sample." Giselle was upset but she stil had a job to do. This woman was a hero and she needed treatment or she would die and it would be Gigi's fault. Even though she had set the trap off herself.

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“The criminals have to die, not us right?”

Edwards took the pistol from phantom and ejected the magazine. Into it he put the five rounds making sure they weren't damaged or otherwise ruined from his earlier escapes. One had a bit of blood on it, but rubbed clean easily enough. Loaded he returned the magazine into the pistol, but kept himself from cocking the upper action rearward. He didn't trust the safeties on pistols. During his time in the military he had two pistols discharge with the safety on when he ran to cover and wasn't particularly concerned with making sure they didn't hit against the ground. He was told it was a fault with the handgun, but trust isn't rebuilt so easily after a round in the leg.

Izzy burst into the room as Edwards finished loading the pistol and holstering it at his waist. She was scratched up and angry, but otherwise overreacting. The nurse had warned them of traps, hadn't she? Maybe it had been the berries though. Edwards couldn't remember what she said, his heart thumping against his chest had melded the whole experience of dragging Phantom to safety and being brought in to a fat blur. Given time he could remember, but more important matters had come up.

“You won't die from tetanus in a few hours, and none of it was more than a scratch.”

Edwards looked over the two ladies. One was the epitome of anger, red in face and ready to kill. The other one was ready and willing to help, though Edwards doubted it would be the right kind. She seemed a bit odd to have so many traps set already, though maybe surviving was her plan.

“And where are we going? The armories? Are we taking his broken ass? And what about her? She coming too?” Pointing to the cripple and his caretaker Edwards anticipated a resounding Hell no coming. Izzy didn't seem to care for anyone other than herself from all that Edwards could tell. He hadn't known her for long, but her actions spoke strongly enough of her character, and though he was certain she was a strong ally, her personality and ability to leave others behind meant she was unpredictable. Edwards didn't want himself sacrificed for her personal gain when the entire premise of this event was to kill the criminals. Heroes didn't need to die, or so was Edwards standing theory.

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