Liam Mitchell (Zamikar)'s Story

Liam looked from his bench at some people across the street. Watching as a theif chocked because someone stole his inhaler. Zamikar looked at Liam, and simply said "A justifiable end, I think...".

To anyone looking, they would only seem Liam. Or Zamikar, depending on who was actually in control. Zamikar currently. He held out the inhaler in his hand. "What would be really cruel is if I made it drop right in front of him a second before he died..."

Liam looked at him. SOmetimes he cared, sometimes he didn't care if Zamikar killed someone or not. They were bad people. However, that's when a fireball was launched straight at them. Demons, 3 or 4 of them, were attacking, and generally causing havoc in the street. Zamikar threw his own fireball at once of them, but 5 more demons appeared, and they took cover.

Liam watched as the battle unfolded. "This isn't good. The tank is making too much noise, they are going to send..." he started, but was interrupted by the sounds of a large thing moving under the earth. It erupted right under the Tank, a Hellworm, breathing fire on anything and everything nearby. A few more demons attacked, and a few more appeared. Zamikar looked at this with pure joy. He was happy, in pure bliss. So many demons to kill, so many demon survivors to torture. He was in heaven. He made a fireball appear in each hand, fired them at a demon, and then ran in between two demons and made them kill each other...

All right

Liam Mitchell (Zamikar) was fast asleep, tucked away in a dark, isolated corner of the Metrorail Station. He was healing a previous wound, which he did much faster sleeping. Not to mention there was no one to look out for him anymore, so he had no place he could go, or he would be somewhere a bit more comfortable. However, the sound of the Metrorail coming in finally woke Liam up.

"All right, all right. I am up". Liam groggily opened his eyes. Zamikar appeared beside him, looking exactly like Liam, and visible only to Liam. "You are finally awake. You slept through 12 trains before this one. C'mon, we need to have some fun".

Liam still had a pounding headache. "Fuck off Zamikar. I am not in the mood to deal with you right now". "Fine, but I will be here when you are ready to honor our little deal".

Zamikar left, and Liam rubbed his head with one hand, and picking up his backpack with the other. "I seriously need some money. Before Zamikar kills someone for it".

The PA system in the metro system fired up to play this. A man in a brown trenchcoat walks up to the man getting up from the bench. "Well my name is isn't Zammy Car, so maybe I can be of service. He smiles friendly and holds out his hand to help Liam up.

Liam was, naturally, distrustful of a stranger approaching them. He even beat Zamikar to the distrust. "How do you know my name?" His hands were ready to form two fireballs in a moments notice. Zamikar was next to him. "Just kill him already. Kill him and take his wallet. Or I will".

Zamikar was probably a bad influence on Liam, but he was also keeping him alive. "Who are you and what do you want? And don't bother lying, nothing in this world is for free. I have learned this already..."

"Oh your name is Zammycar? hun. Not what I would have picked but if that's your name, then that's your name. Nah I just heard you say fuck off Zammycar and thought you where talking about someone else. Me? I'm just here to lend you a helping hand, friend." The stranger Smiled at Liam. Or at least tried to. He wasn't used to smiling and so his face just stayed the same. Oh well He thinks to himself. 1 out of 2 smiles ain't bad.

Liam Mitchell (Zamikar) was fast asleep, tucked away in a dark, isolated corner of the Metrorail Station. He was healing a previous wound, which he did much faster sleeping. Not to mention there was no one to look out for him anymore, so he had no place he could go, or he would be somewhere a bit more comfortable. However, the sound of the Metrorail coming in finally woke Liam up.

"All right, all right. I am up". Liam groggily opened his eyes. Zamikar appeared beside him, looking exactly like Liam, and visible only to Liam. "You are finally awake. You slept through 12 trains before this one. C'mon, we need to have some fun".

Liam still had a pounding headache. "Fuck off Zamikar. I am not in the mood to deal with you right now". "Fine, but I will be here when you are ready to honor our little deal".

Zamikar left, and Liam rubbed his head with one hand, and picking up his backpack with the other. "I seriously need some money. Before Zamikar kills someone for it".

Breeze walked along the upper paths between the towers. She was looking into getting some flight adjust equipment. It wasn't exactly legal, but there were many residents that used things like mag-lev boots to 'skate' along the metal walkways and some used them to move vertically along the tower structures. It was seen as an advanced parkor system that required a physically fit body and some specialized equipment.

She paused as she watched some teens off in the distance spiral up along a tower with acrobatic skill. She envied them somewhat. As a sniper her ability to move from location to location unobserved would be amplified greatly with that ability. And they just used it simply to run. Such frivolity. She made her way towards one of the metro rail stations looking for some way to get in touch with these kids. The devices tended to be hand made by specialists and thus very hard to come by without connections.

She shouldered the long bag she was carrying and tapped into one of the bracelets, letting her listen more keenly to everything around her, then she sharpened her eyes and let them track to suspicious sounds so she could assess them. Her eyes landed on Liam briefly and sized him up, he didn't appear to be much, but the snake seldom did before striking.

Liam wiped the sleepiness from his eyes. Zamikar appeared next to him again. "Seriously, we are hungry, and out of money. Either you get us some money, or I will".

Liam cursed at Zamikar again, packing his blanket into his backpack. He looked around, hoping to find a snack. Nothing though. Not a single scrap. He looked around for a store that sold food. He had to do something soon, or Zamikar would just attack someone for money or food. That is when he had a plan.

He walked into the food store, looking for his mark. "I am getting hungry Liam. You are too..."

"Shut up Zamikar. I am getting us something, and without torture even...". What he did was get a huge bag of stuff. Then, he found his mark. A woman, near the registers. What he did is that while one of the clerks were looking his way, he put some food in. Once that was done, he would claim that he was helping his mother check out groceries. Then all he had to do was leave with the food, if it worked, and it did work, he would have a huge bagful of food.

"Happy Zamikar?"

"No, you didn't eat yet..."

He just hoped no one noticed him leaving or entering the store alone. He had been careful to avoid cameras, but the less who saw him the better, and register people see too many faces to give an accurate sketch.

Breeze set herself by a terminal and swiped her temporary pass. It chimed back as invalid. She cursed a little to herself, as quietly as possible, like her mother taught her. She tried twice more before heading towards a station manager and holding up the card. Before she could get a word in he pointed at a sign.

"'Replacement cards available at Mart for codes ending in 0945, 3406, 1111, and 4567.'" She checked her card. "1111, damn it." She turned and headed towards the Mart to get a replacement. Apparently no place was perfect, she smirked a little at that. Her father would have laughed outright.

She clicked her tongue and listened to the echo, something she did at times, a skill she picked up from a very talented Wind Whisper Feruchemist. She could use it as an echo locator, and given all the angles here it was a useful ability to have so she could almost see around corners and through some obstructions. She walked in and found a line by the teller to get new cards, she was not alone in having it denied.

Liam had some of the food he got, but the rest he shoved into his backpack. There was a security checkpoint up ahead. "Zamikar, behave now...". He made his way over, and swiped his visitors pass. It came as invalid. Zamikar was irritated. Liam swiped his second card, another visitors pass. Also invalid. He tried a third pass, and then a fourth one. All invalid. All four of his cards were invalid. Looking around, he soon spotted the sign. Then he looked at his 4 cards.

"You realize this is probably a trap, right?" Zamikar was annoying, but making sense. "Civilians Zamikar. Civilians". Seeing as how he did not want to see out of place, he got in line behind one girl for the teller, hoping that this line goes quicker. His cards each had a different set of digits, including the last 4. And all the last 4 combinations were the ones disabled. He knew it was not a coincidence. He just hoped he was ready.

Breeze looked at the people in the line and analyzed each of them in turn. Lawyer, student, student, home maker, tech field, some sort of gardener, which she figured couldn't be easy in a vertical city. The look of each of them, the smells coming off them told her all she needed. She glanced back and her eyes were once more drawn to Liam, he set off warnings in her head and made her fingers itch for the comforting stock of a gun against her palm. Something wasn't right about that kid, his eyes... was he on drugs? No idea what local drug effects were.

She eventually got up towards the front and presented her card.

"ID," the teller drawled bored with her endless and tedious hours doing the same thing over and over.

"Why do you need my ID? I wasn't asked for an ID when I bought it, and it is clearly and out of town week long pass." She didn't like people following where she was or being able to track her very easily. She went out of her way to change her look a bit with each city she went to. Blue jeans striped with paint, hair tied back in a braid, wire rim glasses, she looked like an artist, her bag even had some brushes sticking out of it.

"Store policy," the teller's words were accompanied by a glassy eyed stare, doubtful if she even recognized the statement on some cognizant level and was just reacting.

"Susan Lien," she presented a fake ID. A good one from out of town, and entirely fake, but from an official source because a friend had loaned her the paperwork to get the city of Moons to issue it to her. The teller looked at the card, turned it over, slipped it under a black light with all the automatic thoughtlessness of an automaton then typed something and a new card was issued a few moments later.

"Thank you for your cooperation and we hope you enjoy your visit," if her tone had been any more flat and joyless it could have been used as a funeral dirge. "Next!"

Breeze shuddered as she stepped away from the woman, looking at the new pass as she slipped her ID into a pocket of her bag.

Liam Mitchell waited in line. Zamikar wanted to torture someone, he could tell. But he held Zamikar from doing so, pointing out they would not want to do something like this in such a public place. The girl in front of him looked back at him, and Zamikar felt as if the woman gave them...him...a strange look. "She is probably part of the trap. Probably sent here to kill us..."

"Shut up Zamikar" he said, louder then he meant to, but no one seemed to notice. Not that he could tell, anyways. They finally got up to the front of the line, the Teller asked for ID. Zamikar appeared next to Liam, though only Liam could see him. "If they know its you, you might as well use your real ID".

"Liam Mitchell" he told her, giving her an ID. She looked at the ID, and then looked at Liam. "Aren't you a bit young to be traveling by yourself?"

"Does age really matter?" Liam countered, making sure to emphasize age. The woman looked at him, and then gave him a new pass. He began to walk away, muttering "Why does everyone get so picky about age?"

He made his way to the security checkpoint, using the pass to enter. An automated, but non robotic and actually very pleasant voice said "Thank you for coming". Liam noticed the city in its full beauty now, from where he was standing. It was magnificent. Possible one of the best aesthetically pleasing sights in the universe.

Breeze heard the boy mutter to himself quite clearly, but once again she doesn't have any context for it. She passed through the checkpoint terminal and had to stop when the view became apparent. For a few moments she stopped burning Tin in her belly and didn't feed the extra senses into her tin bracers, she just took in the view as a normal person. It was amazing. But as she started to burn the tin once more the view became sharper in ways that a normal person wouldn't understand. Distance was no longer blurred, every detail stood out to her and she smiled at the unique perspective she gained.

The clinical calculating part of her mind knew that because of what she could she she could accurately judge wind at extreme distances and it made her an incredibly accurate sniper.

Movement caught her attention and her head whipped around as some figures went flying over head. Some seeming to skate on the thin wires that delivered power and communications between the towers. Others bounced along from surface to surface as though gravity was a friend that let them off lightly. Still others seemed to be kicking off through the air ignoring available paths and making their own.

She waved and shouted trying to get their attention. One guy stopped standing on the top of a pole no thicker than her thumb wearing what looked like over sized two wheeled roller skates.

"Hey!" She called out to him. "Where can I get some like that?" She pointed at his skates.

"Blue Feathers," he shouted back and then took off again when it became apparent that the others were leaving him behind.

"Blue feathers? What the hell does that mean?" Consternation mingled with her question as she had no idea what do with those two words.

Liam couldn't help but overhear the question. "It is a store. I saw one in another city, Trius I think. They sell stuff like that".

Liam normally would not have even gotten that involved, but it came as instinct to him. Zamikar looked at him angrily. "Just move on, Liam". Liam was inclined to agree now too. He could not help but notice two men wearing suits and trench coats following him. He started to move forward, except he noticed a man reading a newspaper up ahead, and could sense malicious feelings from all three of them. At first, Liam though they were more demons, but as he was forced to get closer, he could tell they were human.

Zamikar looked at them. "They are not demons...they are demon hunters. People who kill demons, as well as anyone possessed by them...they are ruthless, sometimes even more ruthless then demons".

Liam looked around, trying to find an escape route. These hunters would probably not try to get him in open conflict, but rather stealthily. There were too many people for an open conflict to be good for anyone.

"Hey kid," Breeze stepped over towards Liam, but kept herself out of easy arms reach. And kept herself ready. "I'm in a little bit of a rush here. I'll be quick. how much trouble are you in and how much will you owe me if I get you out of it, temporarily?"

She was acutely aware of the men in suits and she could smell the gun oil coming off at least one of them. She clicked her tongue and listened to the echo each man had steel on them, though she couldn't quite tell the shapes, they were not of a friendly sort, of that she was certain.

"I need what those Runners were using to get around. And no place has them to my satisfaction. I help you out of this and you help find me a complete set. Deal?" She began tapping her foot gently, not impatiently, just keeping rhythm with something out of sight.

"But you cause me trouble and I'll kick you over the edge." A simple and direct threat. A vague warning was nobody's friend, her father had taught her that.

"All right". In truth, Liam already knew where the Blue Feathers store was near here. But he kept the information to himself. Especially since there was a man about two stories up on another bridge that connected two of the towers looking down at them. Though, fair warning, I think these people know their way around a fight...".

Liam looked around again for an escape, but could not find any. He always tried to look for an escape. Always. And he could feel Zamikar's presence strengthening. "And I don't cause anyone trouble unless they try to harm me..." Liam started, as his eyes turned red. "...or get in my way..." Zamikar finished. There was a clear difference in his voice...

Zamikar threw two fireballs before taking cover. Zamikar was in control now. And he was about to have fun.

Zamikar found bagage cars very interesting. Full of things people try to smuggle, and empty of interruptions. The perfect place for a person to be tortured.

The man tied up was handcuffed to several bars on the ceiling, causing him to dangle from the ceiling and be unable to touch the floor. Additionally, it was dark, so he was deprived of light.

"Alright, so listen to me, as I will only say this twice. I already said it once, but you passed out halfway through. Now, you can tell me what I want, and then I can torture you some more. Or, I can torture you some more, you tell me what I want to know, and then I can torture you some more. You see, one way is less painful for you, and you are less likely to die. The other is more painful, and you are more likely to die. Either way, you are going to tell me what I want to know. Now tell me..."

The bloody man looked at Zamikar. "Fuck you".

Liam appeared in astral form next to Zamikar. Only Zamikar, Liam, and people with certain abilities could see this astral form. "Please, make this quick. I can't stomach it when you torture an innocent man for this long"

Zamikar disreguarded what Liam said. He stuck a Fireblade into the man's chest, and then caused crippling pain in his manhood. He screamed in pain. "Listen guy, I will cut them off if you don't tell me"

"Alright, the file is Z24-B. Directory V-9. Password: Crossblade. There, I told you everything I know".

"Good. Now I just need to have my fun, and I will let you go...once you pass out again".

Zamikar then continued to torture the man, freezing him and then burning him.

A dark chuckle could be heard from the far end of the car as the door closed. Two pairs of heavy footsteps approached, followed by a lighter pair and the soft thunk sound of a cane on the floor. Another chuckle followed when the cane came to rest a few meters to Zamikar's left.

"Really? Physical torture? This is how you get information? How barbaric." said the tall man, one hand on his cane, the other adjusting his dark red glasses. "I can't help but feel you'd should have been easier to find if these are your methods. Though perhaps it is merely that some hellspawn are not entirely competent at the simple task of finding a worthless creature trapped within an even more worthless being." sneered the Demon, tapping his cane on the floor with a loud thunk and seeming to thicken the darkness surrounding them in the baggage car.

"So tell me, just what is in Z24-B, Directory V-9?" he asked, punctuated by the sound of snarling dogs.