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Connor Davenport

"The right thing to do is always the best thing to do."

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a character in “Hunt, Capture, and Kill”, as played by MiraMija

Description

Connor Jackson Davenport

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Nickname(s):
Jack
Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Role:
Robin Hood


Apearance




Eye Color:
Hazel
Hair Color:
Light brown with green tips
Height:
5'6"
Clothing:
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Weapon(s):
Specially made bow and arrow.
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Other:
Though he is young, he does have a tattoo on his whole left side. There is a story behind it, but he can't remember how he got it.
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Personality


Connor is totally truthful and blunt, making him sound a little rude and obnoxious. He doesn't think too much before doing or saying something that might come back to bite him in the butt, but he always speaks from his heart and speaks truthfully. Connor will always do what is right in his heart and what benefits the greater good. He acts like a kid sometimes, not realizing it, so the others tend to mock him for it. He is very supportive of others and will always make sure that they are doing alright. He is head strong, and will never show weakness, even to himself. He will never cry, he will never hesitate, he will never let his target leave his presence alive. He can get a little awkward around girls sometimes because of his innocence to love and romance. He is a little ignorant of others' emotions, so he may seem a bit insensitive, but he never means it.


Hobbies:
Ironically, he is a thief. He spends his spare time stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. Ironic, no? But he takes that to a more figurative meaning. Connor doesn't actually steal money from people, but he will help those in need and make the lives of the rich an powerful a living hell.
Favorite Color:
Navy Blue and Forest Green, even if those two colors don't match.
Fears:
Fears... wow. A lot of things. One of them would be the ocean. Now he could take a boat across the ocean, but swimming and going underneath in a submarine will not end well. Also, he is greatly afraid of failure. He is very good at his job, and greatly fears failing 'his people'.
Weaknesses:
His ignorance of even the most basic things tends to get him in trouble. He doesn't pick up social clues and doesn't know when and where to do and say what he wants. Sometimes, he will pick a fight with the wrong person in the wrong place. His emotions will sometimes dull his senses or cause him to risk his life more than needed. He will sometimes rush into things without thinking when he is emotionally distraught.

History:
He can't remember much from before he was 15 years old. He doesn't know how long he's been doing the assassin thing, and he doesn't really care. All he knows is that he is an assassin and that is what he will always be.

So begins...

Connor Davenport's Story

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Connor tossed his bag in the corner of his apartment room and let out a weak sigh. School was such a drag... but if he wanted to keep suspicion of his real identity to a minimum, he needed to follow the law as much as he could. School was a must for teens. No exceptions. He grabbed a can of soda from his fridge and headed to his desk to start his real job. He went off the grid and hacked some federal accounts to look for his next target. This was easy for him. It was part of his everyday routine. Hack. Target. Kill. He browsed the sites, looking for any potential targets.

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Little Red


Aryanna made sure she had everything ready one last time, then pulled her red hood up, and slipped out the door. Carefully slinking down a side alley, she made her way toward the apartment building ahead. It was pathetic. Going to school. She only had one more year, though. One more year of writing papers, doing homework, and having to wake up early to ride on a yellow bus. She was tempted to kill one of her teachers. She dismissed the thought. Focus. Finally, she made it to the apartment. Silently, she climbed the stairs, carefully avoiding people. Walking down a hallway, she approached a door.

Carefully, she pulled a pin from her hair, letting it fall down around her shoulders. She slipped the pin into the lock, twiddled it around, then heard the faintest click. Sliding the pin out, she opened the door slowly, quietly. Before entering, she pulled the two daggers from her boots. Tiptoeing across the threshold, the silently raises her daggers, heading towards someone sitting at a computer. In one last noise-less step, she pulled her daggers in front of the man's throat, criss-crossing them. Aryanna smiled in triumph, the cold blades lightly pressing against the man's skin.

"Guess who?" she asked, a grin creeping across her face.

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Blue Jay


Blue Jay made her way back to her "home." Really it was just an abandoned building, but not many people knew about it. She fluttered open her wings, smiling as she stretched them out, flapping a little. It felt good to not have them pulled tight against her back. It seemed like she was always on the run. it felt good to be free from the lab though. Not stuck in a cage. She shuddered at the thought, then shoved a roll of bread in her mouth that she had bought. Suddenly she froze, hearing a sound. She turned around, silently, but no one was there. She let out a breath. Probably just a bird. Bang! Blue Jay whipped around,wincing as one of her wings slammed into the side of the wall.

A man was there, two men, actually. One was dead on the floor. Her jaw dropped for a second, but she closed it, looking at the man standing over the body. He looked...scary? not quite the right word. Intimidating was more like it. Threatening. Had she seen him before? Immediately, she tried to take hold of his mind. Drop the gun, she thought, pushing the thought into his mind. Although, something odd happened. he didn't. His hand quivered a little, and she could see it in his eyes that he wanted too, but he didn't. She frowned slightly, stretching her wings out a little more, ready to take off if necessary. She opened her mouth to ask who he was, but closed it when he spoke. "I don't know exactly who you are, but I know what's been done to you, kid. I know that a lot of bad people want to kill you; you and I both know that this man isn't the first, and he sure won't be the last. Don't ask who I am. But if you want to live, you'd better follow me."

"How do I know I can trust you?" She asked, really wanting to ask who he was, but didn't.

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Connor was engrossed in his work that he tuned out any noises around him, and he didn't notice his partner in crime come into his apartment until she had a cold steel blade up against his neck. The touch of the cool steel made the kid shiver. "Red! Hey! Your late." Connor greeted kindly with a smile as he turned to face her as if the blade didn't matter to him. He gave her a cheeky smile and turned back to his computer. "There's cold pizza in the fridge if you want something to eat, but if not, come sit next to me." He told her smiling.

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Little Red


Aryanna smiled then put away her blades before making her way to the kitchen. She grabbed a slice of cold pizza then pulled a chair up next to Conner. "Sooo. Who will we be killing today?" She asked, trying to make sense of what he was typing into the computer. "Wait, what's that?" she asked, pointing to a pop-up that looked like an e-mail. She skimmed over it. "A scientist? Hm...and he wants us to kill a six year old? That just seems cruel. Though it says he will pay us a lot. But really? A six year old? here click on it. It might give us more details." she said before taking another bite of her pizza.

Why would a scientist need a six year old killed? Normally they weren't the 'hired' type. They would kill the corrupt, or the evil. Or even killing other assassins who killed the wrong people. Sort of ironic.

Blue Jay


Blue Jay took the iPhone in her hands, reading the article. She wasn't much of a reader, but she knew what 'assassination' and 'fear' meant. She read the title of the article. 'Fear Of "Sword Of Damocles" Causes Iran To Revise Nuclear Policy' She looked up at the man. "You're the Sword of Damocles?" She asked. She had heard of this man before. She was intrigued. She gave the iPhone back to him. She followed after him, preferring to just jump out the window, but she didn't. She kept her distance though. She never liked guns. the fact that he could kill her in less than a second.....she shuddered. She didn't have many good experiences at all.

She fluttered up the stairs, her wings pulled in so they didn't snap against the walls. At the top, she looked around, and concentrated, making sure there wasn't anybody in the building. she looked back down the steps. "So why are you helping me?" she asked

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"Yes ma'am." Connor replied doing as she said. It was weird though. What did the little kid do? He narrowed his eyes reading the info about it... getting more and more confused...
"I think we should check it out, no?" He said with a smirk. "You have your gear, right? Let's go talk to this scientist."

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Blue Jay


Blue Jay nodded. Head off the top floor, double back to his motorbike, and then he could get her to a safe location. After a rest, they could get out of the country. Assuming that everything went according to plan. She tried to dismiss the 'nothing ever goes as planned'. It was truthful though. Blue Jay tried not to think back to her escape. She had made it out, but her sister did not fare so well. She shook her head. best not to think about what they are doing to her right now.

"I don't see why you need to go off the top floor. Head down to your motorbike...I'll follow overhead," she said, extending her wings a little. "I'll go up to the roof," she said. Turning, she went up another flight of stairs. Pushing open a door, she breathed in the cool air. Perfect for flying. Opening her wings fully, she looked around, her eyes narrowing on every little detail. Approaching the edge of the roof, she climbed up onto the ledge, then leapt off, her wings catching the wind like sails. She grinned happily, the breeze pulling her hair back in tangles.

Her wings worked powerfully to push her higher into the sky. Then she started circling, her vision focusing on the motorbike below, waiting for him to get on it. Another figure caught in her vision. More than one figure. She looked closer. Law enforcement. There were at least three black vans, filled with people geared up and holding various guns. Crap. How could she tell him in time? She focused her energy on his mind. You need to get out of there now! She thought, either trying to control him, or just get her message across. It wasn't looking pretty.

Little Red


Aryanna shrugged. Guess it wouldn't hurt. She was sort of leery about it. Come on, a six year old? It just seemed heartless. She shoved the rest of the pizza in her mouth then made sure she did have all her gear. The location isn't that far from here. It was worth a look-see. "yeah. I'm ready," she said, pulling up her hood and making her way to the door.

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Connor stood up smirking, grabbing his green sweatshirt and pulling it over his head. HE slipped on a mask that only covered the top half of his face then pulled the hood up. With that, he reach for his bow and quiver, and slung it over his shoulder. "Ready for some action?" He asked, heading for the door. Something about this seemed off. It wasn't just some hit on a girl. It seemed more than that, but he guessed they'd figure that out soon enough. "Let's go Red." Connor left the apartment as he pulled out a piece of paper with the address of the scientist or whatever on it.

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Blue Jay dizzly nodded, trying to stretch her wing out, but then wincing as her left wing shot her with bouts of pain. She gritted her teeth, and pulled it in toward her back. "Right...car. My wing is hurt. I don't think I'l be able to fly until they heal and rest a bit." she said, trying to sound determined like him. Him...She really wanted to know what his real name was. not many people thought about their name all the time, so normally a person's name takes some digging. But she really didn't want to dig through his mind. Especially of so many people he has...killed.

She fumbled her way over too him, then looked around, a street wasn't far off. They would need to find a car. She didn't try to show it, but her wing really hurt. She stretched it out again, trying to work the kink out, and sucked in a breath, trying not to pass out from the pain. "yeah. Car." She said, pulling in her wings again, and starting toward the street. She turned back around though. "What is your real name?" She finally asked. It was the oldest trick in her book. The easiest way to learn things from people is to get them thinking about it.
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Aryanna looked at the yellow flowers in front of her, sticking out from orange caverns. "This is it?" She asked, taking the paper with the address and direction on it from Conner. She looked at the directions, then at what was in front of her. Seemed right. She tapped a rock with the toe of her boot. Suddenly, as if from thin air, an elevator appeared. She jumped back, then regained herself. She turned to look at Conner and raised her eyebrows, stepping in.

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"Your just going to go into the elevator?" Connor asked her with an exasperated expression. Connor quickly changed his demeanor and shrugged, replacing his uncertainty with a smug grin. "Whatever. Let's get going." He said, stepping into the elevator. Strangely enough... there was only a down button and an up button... nothing in between. Connor thought it strange, but this whole scenario was strange. Connor pressed the button without a second thought and turned to Aryanna as the machine started to move. "Ready for some weird action?"

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Aryanna shifted her feet uncomfortably. What would await them at the bottom of the elevator? Why was the place hidden in the middle of nowhere? And why was her stomach all a flutter? Must be the elevator. She hated elevators. They always kind of creeped her out. The fact that with one cable snap, you could take the drop of doom to your immediate death. She shivered. But then the door opened, awaiting them was to armed guards. She had the urge to roll sideways, snap kick guard number one's hand, making him release the gun, then use the gun to ram guard number two's head, rendering them both unconscious. But she didn't. She had to remember they were a guest here, checking things out about assassinating a six year old. It still made her sick to her stomach, the thought. Unless this six year old was a psychopath killer on the loose, she probably wouldn't take the job. Not enough money can pay for the guilt of killing a small child.

"Hello, I am..." she debated giving them her real name, then quickly decided against it. "I'm Little Red. This is Robin Hood. We were given this e-mail, told to come here," She said, pulling out a slip of paper with the email on it. The guards inspected it, then them. One said something under his breath, touching his ear. They must all be wired I guess. He nodded, then turned back to us. "right this way please. Dr. Schroeder will be with you shortly."
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Blue Jay held on to a handle as the car shifted back and forth. She wasn't really used to being in a car. In fact, she didn't really recall being in one. The inside made her claustrophobic, her hurt wing was pressing uncomfortably against the seat, they were going way to fast, and all the while a headache nagged at the back of her mind. She didn't complain though. He trusted her and so she trusted him. Well...it was pretty hard not to trust someone who's mind you could read....besides the brief thing about killing her. She quickly pushed that away.

She nearly jumped out of her seat as she heard a loud crunching noise. She looked over to find what appeared to be some sort of computer radio type thing smashed to bits. A couple drivers around them why wondering why they were going so fast. Honestly, she was wondering the same thing. Sure, it would get them there quicker but it was rather conspicuous and she didn't even hear police....A faint siren, only detectable by her enhanced senses, picked up in her ears. Scratch that. Driving fast is good. "So where are we going?" She asked.

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In the elevator, Connor had pulled his bow from over his shoulder and held it tightly as the suspense in the elevator rose. As the doors opened, two guards stood, and Connor held out his bow and in one swift movement, had an arrow ready and aimed at the guards. As words were exchanged and the guards lowered their guns, Connor lowered his bow, but not his guard. This place send chills down his spine. He held the bow in his hands, still stretched and ready for action. Connor made sure his hood was up so they couldn't recognize him if he went out into the open.

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"So vat your saying is...." Diandra spoke clearly over the phone, "Youve recruited more killers?"
"zats vight my vittle boujuoir butterfly" Schroeder said, teasing Diandra in her own accent.
"Who? You know, its not ze wisest to get everyvone on your side. You can't pay all zat money for everyvone...."
"WOULD YOU STOP WORRYING ABOUT THE GOD-DAMN MONEY!!!! GEEZ, DINA!!!!"
"Okay, maybe not ze money, but its ze trust. not everyvone is on your side, Shroeder. Rememba zat."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, I'll call you back later, okay?" the lunatic scientist said, and hung up the phone.
Diandra stared at her phone in confusion. She didn't like what Shroeder was doing at all. She continued to unpack her suitcase in the hotel room.

Guards came into Schroeder's laboratory, stating that two young teenagers called in by the email had arrived.
"Send them in," Schroeder said to the two muscular men. His plan was going much better than he expected.

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Blue Jay winced as another riveting turn jolted her hurt wing into the side of the car. She would extend it further (it would be much more comfortable that way) but the car wasn't nearly big enough and the seat belt she had been sensible to put on would cut against her wing. But soon enough, they stopped, with the sirens only a faint murmur in the distance. She fumbled with her seat belt and carefully examined her wing as Valentine started to talk with to men. Carefully, she listened in on their thoughts. Could she trust them enough with showing them her wing? Surely they would see them at some point. After all, she really needed to examine it. If she moved her wing at all, it hurt like crap and she could feels something wet and stick and her feathers. Never a good sign. She finally made up her mind. If Valentine trusted them, she trusted them. Besides...none of their thoughts were to threatening. She puzzled over the thoughts about Stefanie. All of them seemed to be masking something about Stefanie. She furrowed her brow slightly and shook her head, opening the door and stepping out.

"Yeah. Really complicated," she says, unfolding her wings a bit, especially her hurt one. She winced painfully, and sudden rushes agony seared through her wing, through her back. She gasped in pain and slumped to the ground. Why did it hurt much worse now? She looked at her wing and her eyes widened with shock. The very top of her wing, along where the major bone was, was red and bloody. She felt the tip of her wing. No holes, but she moaned in pain as her fingers brushed the bloody mess. The bullet must have scraped the bone. Sniper? She looked around, her hawk-like eyes scanning the area, her mind trying to pinpoint whispers of thought. There! She saw (and heard) a man peek through a scope again, shift the gun a little. She followed the line of fire. She could hear thoughts of frustration. He was now pointing at Valentine. Acting on instinct, she quickly dove forward, plowing into Zachary and flattening him to the ground, not a second to late. She heard a bullet ping off the ground where Valentine had just been.

And then she passed out.

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Aryanna narrowed her eyes at the man sitting at the desk across from them. She looked over to Conner who was sitting beside her. This man practically reeked of evil lunatic. Why should she help him? She wasn't one who normally went for money, she was more on moral values. Sure, killing people was bad, but she was doing it for right reasons, for a purpose. Plus, she was good at it. Killing a six year old? Not on her list of top priorities. She crossed her arms, waiting for him to speak.

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"Who are you?" Connor asked aggressively. He held his bow, firm in his hand. It was clear the guards were not to fond of him holding his bow so tightly, but what were they going to do about it? Connor sat kind of awkwardly on the chair. He was an awkward child though. He sat on one foot, as the other rested on the ground. He realized through experience that this sitting position allowed for quick response to any situation. Since Aryanna was playing the part of the calm one, Connor felt it was alright to get aggressive. "Why are you after the death of a young girl?" He asked with scrutiny in his voice. The trace of a kid was long gone by now.

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"WOAH WOAH WOAH!!! Easy there young man...." Schroeder said, leaning back comfortably in his office chair. "Did you not read the e-mail? I did not say kill.....rather i meant.....track down..."

Schroeder reached for his coffee that was contained in a silver mug. "Please, make yourselves comfortable. Would you like some coffee? Get them some coffee, Jared" he said to one of the guards, not giving the teenagers time to respond.
"Now.......i know this whole mission thing seems a bit frightening, with the six-year-old and all, but i hope you two will allow me to explain my case...."

"You see, a couple of years ago, I embarked on an experiment to create the ultimate super soldier. Something that could be used to help the army, air force, navy, whatever. I made a prototype of this super soldier, and a couple years later, i created another one. This time, with slightly enhanced powers and abilities. This version of the original has taken on the form of a six-year-old human girl...."

"Just a while ago, my experiment escaped. I don't know how she managed to sneak through the security and slip past my guards, but she did. She has fled into the city, and is now running off like a wild animal. I am deeply troubled; not only because she could disturb the peace, but she could prove to be a dangerous threat. Also, if the wrong hands got their hands on her, civilization would be doomed...."

The last part of Schroeder's sentence was a lie. He was not concerned so much for the people's wellfare than for his own wellfare. To put it simply, the doctor didn't want to go to prison.

"...So, this is where i want you two to come in. I want you and the other assasins i inquired to track her down, and bring her back to me. Remember, i don't want too much of a ruckus with this. Also, this girl, Bluejay as she calls herself, is extremely dangerous. She may look sweet and adorable, but in any given moment, she can use her mind control to make you put a gun up to your head. Now, payment will be explained later. For now, does anyone have any questions?"

Schroeder took a sip from his coffee as he waited for the teenagers' responses

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Little Red simply raised an eyebrow, a look of boredom crossing her face. She held up one hand lazily to Conner as if to say 'don't kill him, but I'm not going to stop you if you want to'. "So what you are saying....is that you do horrible experiments on little kids that could possibly make them dangerous, are stupid enough to not keep the child contained, have stupid enough guards that can't manage this on their own, and think that I'm going to go fix your mistake by bringing the child back here so you can do more horrible experiments on it?" she said, her eyes sending daggers toward him, each word laced with ice cold resentment and hate. She uncrossed her arms, her hand itching to reach her daggers. Instead she recrossed her arms again. Her eyes narrowed again, which would probably scare even a grown man witless. Anyone who knew her would probably run away in fear if she gave you that look. If she gave you that look your life was about to be hell.

"And all you can think about right now, is not the child's safety, but the hopes that someone else hasn't found her and is taking your work." Her eyes stared into his, her jaw set and her hand gripping her daggers tightly. "Of course, you don't want to go to prison either." She took in a heavy breath. "I'm not going to do this, no matter how much money you offer. This is your mistake, a horrible one. Fix it yourself." She got up from her seat and turned toward the door, taking a sip from the coffee Jared had brought. "If you will excuse me, I will be leaving now." The guards immediately moved, about for of them, in front of the door. She could see down the hall the four more tensed, ready for some action.

She sighed, boredom still lingering on her face. A guard stepped forward. Something inside her snapped. In one motion, she flung the cup forward, but keeping hold of the handle. The hot liquid sprayed out and sloshed the man in the face. He cried out in pain, grasping his face. Aryanna flung the cup hard at his face, and it shattered, sending shards into his soft flesh. He fell to the ground, unconscious. Another guard rushed her and she practically laughed. Using the man's momentum, she grabbed his jacket and flung him toward the desk. His momentum kept him from slowing and her crashed into the desk, and didn't get up.

"HANDS UP!" The remaining guards screamed, guns held up high. "shit," she muttered under her breath, but she wasn't stupid. She held her hands up, hoping to god Conner would do the same. She reached her hands toward her head, toward her back. Most of the guards lowered their weapons exempt for two. Aryanna inched her fingertips a little farther down her back. She felt the leather hilt of her blades. She smiled, and there was a moment of silence. "Now!" she yelled, hoping Conner would assume that meant to run or attack. She pulled the blades from her back, one in each hand. She ducked low, and heard a ping of a bullet off a desk. She lunged forward, slicing the man that shot at her. He fell to the ground and she leapt over him. "Come on! lets go!" she said, shouting to Conner, hoping he was behind her.
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The world was fuzzy, a black mass of blobs and colors dancing across her eyes. Sounds barely entered her ears. She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids seemed to heavy. She heard a low groan, but then realized it was her. She felt something cold dab at her wing. One of her eyes slowly opened, then the other. She saw a blurry image of a man above her. The image sharpened and the world came into focus. Someone who she recognized as Eric stood over her, a wet and bloody washcloth in hand. He dabbed at the injury on her wing with the washcloth again. She winced, but didn't say anything. In fact, she stretched out her wing a little bit so he could reach it better. Pain seared up her wing but she dismissed it. She had to be strong. Eric handed her a glass of water. "Drink this," he said, and she downed it in seconds.

Blue Jay could already see the wound getting better. The bleeding had stopped but it was a nasty mess, she could see a little bone. Trying to be helpful, she stuck her finger in her mouth. Eric looked at her funny, and she frowned. "I'm not a sticky little kid!" she said to him, and his eyes widened, turning back to his work. She brushed his hand away, and took her finger out of her mouth, wet with saliva. She pressed the finger to her wound, wincing slightly. "No! don't do that! You'll infect the wound," Eric said, trying to push her finger away. "No, look," she said, pulling her finger away. You could literally see the muscle around her bone grow back, and some of the skin grow back. It still hurt like crap, and wasn't completely healed, but at least it was better than it was. Eric looked like he had just seen a ghost. "You are one special little kid," he said.

((sorry it is long, and sorry for the delay, I was away for a while and I didn't know I was going to be so I couldn't warn you guys))

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Derek Xavier Stiles "Shadow"


Male lips parted, exhaling smoke into the air. The cigarette was dropped, the heel of a glossy black combat boot extinguishing it. Derek finished his cigarette and was finally ready for business. He, not being the type to rush anywhere, wasn't very unanticipated to be late for just about.. everything. If Derek was on time, it would quite possibly be the first sign of the apocalypse.

He heard a ruckus inside. Well shit, they've already started without me. He thought to himself in a bored tone. Despite the type of shoes he wore, his stride was soundless as he made his way indoors. He could hear the guards rustling and bustling with someone. Fools. Hasn't Kreinstein realized that they're no where near up to par for their position of employment? For such a genius I sometimes question his judgement. He thought to himself with a smirk of amusement on his face. The whole time he was amusing himself, Derek didn't cease his quiet pace through the corridors. He kept moving towards the sound, seeing as he'd already gotten his assignment. He assumed Kreinstein didn't want to wait the extra time for him to turn up for a briefing. He'd always been devoted to the off the wall scientist. Which he mentally titled him in the most endearing of manners.

Then his trail of thought broke when he caught movement in his peripheral vision. So he instantly revealed himself once Little Red's feet touched the floor. He wasn't on the attack just yet, he was among the best.. but taking on two of your own par wasn't only insane, it was impossible for him in a hallway. Where could he really go? "Hey, Hey, Hey.." his voice was smooth, but it also had a pinch of a deep quality to it. "What's the rush there kiddos?" He asked with a smug smirk on his face, eyeing them, "Ah. I've heard of you two tykes~" He chimed in a cheerful manner. The entire time his knuckle blades were positioned on his hands. Whether he ever took them off was unknown, "You can call me Shadow." His blue eyes went over both Little Red and Robin hood, "So... which one of you are causing problems for poor Kreinstein? He's a hardworking man you know. Pays his taxes. Are either of you old enough to know what those are?" He slightly teased, then laughed. "I'm just poking fun, now seriously.. do we really want someone to get hurt..?" He asked them. Derek enjoyed his job. Every part of it. "Oiiii Kreinstein, Stiles is here to see you~" He chimed out, though he never took his eyes off the two he purposefully intercepted. "Am I getting a hand with these two?"

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Little Red caught glimpse of Conner. He was behind her, good. She turned back to face the long hallway, to even sure where she was going. Could they leave by going up the elevator? No. They could shut down the elevator. It was clear that Schroeder was not going to take no for an answer. Lost in thought, she almost ran right into something. Correction: Someone. Aryanna backpedaled, then instantly regretted putting her daggers away. This guy looked...well...tough I guess. He certainly didn't look like one of the guards. Also, that strangle looking blade on his knuckles was really creeping her out. She was about to push past him when he spoke. "What's the rush there kiddos?" Kiddos? What the hell? She was eighteen! Technically, that classified her as an adult. Conner was 17, but he looked older than her. She was a measly five foot three inches herself. Besides, Mr. Creepy Random Guy didn't look that old himself. Maybe 24, 25. She gave him a nasty glare as he then proceeded to call her a tyke. Apparently his name was Shadow. Good for him. Now could he just step aside before she slits his throat?

"So... which one of you are causing problems for poor Kreinstein? He's a hardworking man you know. Pays his taxes. Are either of you old enough to know what those are?" That's it.... she took a moment to plan out her next moves, calculating his responses, what he would expect, etc. A vicious snarl ripped through her throat and she lunged forward, not even with dagger in hand. Doing the greatly unexpected, she dove to the ground and slid under and through his legs, giving his crotch a nice kick as she went. She jumped up, bringing her fist up to punch him in the face, expecting him to turn around. Then she took his hand with the weird knuckle-blades on it and twisted it severely, pulling it thing his back. Then she took out of her daggers and pressed it to his throat. "Call me kiddo again and you will be without a head," she said, ice cold malice dripping from her words.