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Gert Thaddäus

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a character in “Time is Running Out”, as played by FullArmorNavy

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"Loyalty means I am down with you whether you are wrong or right."


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ImageN A M E
Gert Thaddäus

N I C K N A M E
John Doe

G E N D E R
Male

A G E
25

N A T I O N A L I T Y
German/American

A L L I A N C E
Phoenix and more importantly FC: Brendon Urie

S E X U A L I T Y
Straight.

“It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.”
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H E I G H T
6'



W E I G H T
165



H A I R C O L O U R
Black



E Y E C O L O U R
Green



S K I N T O N E
Fair



G E N E R A L__A P P E A R A N C E
Gert Thaddäus is a German American who stands 6' 165 pounds, black hair green eyes. Gert is very fit and muscular, not quite a body builders but still very fit. He normally wears his black leather bike jacket blue jeans and black work boots (which he is very picky about, they must always be polished, just like his motorcycle.)

"In the fell clutch of circumstance. I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance. My head is bloody, but unbowed." Invictus by William Ernest Henley






























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Loyalty, Honor, Duty, Revenge. He is quite, reserved and protective, but cross him or those close to him and he will do all in his power to ruin you. Well FC: Brendon Urie tries to be every ones friend, Gert acts as his guard and enforcer.
Left to raise himself at a young age, Gert Thaddäus, ran with many gangs and other shady groups. He has ben a grunt, enforcer and club bouncer. Well in service to these groups Gert has done some regrettable things, up to and including needless, pointless murder. He used the groups to erase his past, including his name, and started going by John Doe. Only FC: Brendon Urie knows his real name. Well on a job for one of these groups Gert was hurt and left behind, this is were FC: Brendon Urie found him and helped him to get his life on track. With FC: Brendon Urie help he is working on redeeming himself. Ever since the two of them have been an unstoppable team.


Allow me to impress upon you the severe mistake you have made. For years my conduct has been largely benign. And yet, without provocation, you have severed our détente and forced me to unleash upon you the vengeful flames of a thousand suns. You shall curse your mothers for the day of your birth. So, go now, go, and begin your life of fear, knowing that when you least expect it, the looming sword of Damocles will crash down upon you, cleaving you in twain and as you gaze upon the smoking wreckage that was once your life, you will regret the day you crossed me!
























































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L I K E S
-Loyalty

-Honor

-Duty

-Integrity

-freedom of the outdoors, (normally seen well driving his motorcycle)

-Swimming

-Boating

-Horseback riding

-Firearms

-Camping/backpack

-Solitude or small groups


D I S L I K E S
~Snow

~The cold

~Betrayal

~Spies

~"Pretty Boy/Cheerleader" attitude

~Overly lazy people

~Showing his emotions/weakness

~Large groups


Q U I R K S
*twitches his right index finger when he gets mad at some one

*Only feels comfortable when armed

*Takes responsibility for everyone's failures as if they were his.

*Suffers from PTSD and night terriers.


S K I L L S
>Swimming

>knots

>first aid (including CPR)

>parkour

>hand to hand combat (including the dagger, baton and the like.)

>firearms (pistol mainly, then shotguns then rifles.)


There is no greater love than to lay down one's life for one's friends.


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Tyler Hoechlin

Writer
FullArmorNavy


So begins...

Gert Thaddäus's Story

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Character Portrait: Caleb Smith Character Portrait: James Williams Character Portrait: Stella Markum Character Portrait: Eliza Dallen Character Portrait: Winston Fields Character Portrait: Hazel Luden Character Portrait: Jackson Wilkins Character Portrait: Edmund Lucian Character Portrait: Gert Thaddäus Character Portrait: Ares Bennett Character Portrait: Arabella Fields Character Portrait: Katrina Lyons Character Portrait: Spencer Hunter Hughes
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As the city taken apart by the third world war progresses, factions build, relationships crumble, and being silenced is a constant fear. Each faction vies for the chance to be in charge, to be heard. In order to do so, the highest ups are put into situations where they must make decisions that can change themselves and the world. The people of New York City know something is coming and they know if they aren't careful, they can be caught in the crossfire.

The city's electricity is scarce, found only by the wealthiest who can afford the gasoline needed to run their generators. Everyone else is forced to use precious batteries and candles in order to see at night. Radios are a common form of communication because of the ability to use batteries, clothing and needed items are scavenged in the abandoned stores that occasionally line side streets of NYC. Money is hard to come by unless one has a job. Clothing stores no longer receive shipments as all gasoline for cars/trucks has been forbidden by most factions in order to save it for the electricity provides though of course, there are the few who bend the rules.

Though WW3 ravages the outside world, New York City has it's own problems to fear as it works out a dangerous battle of power, done by the three most prominent factions, the Youngbloods, Maniacs, and Phoenixes. Those who are extremely dedicated risk everything and in the end, blood can't help but be spilled.

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Gert opened his eyes to see a man caring a young kid with a knife to the kids throat. The man had slowly backing away when his arm nocked into the side of a doorway cutting the kids throat. Blood sprayed all over Gert, and in a panic the man throw the child at him. Catching the child whose blood was still spraying out, Gert looked the kid directly in the eyes as the life slowly drained from his body. As this ways going on a person sitting on the ground near him moved toward a door on the other side of the room. With the sudden movement and the panic the man, who had been holding the kid, quickly drew a pistol and gunned the person down. At the sound of gun fire Gert looked up and saw the body of a teenage girl holding a dead infant. The man with the gun started muttering, "I... I didn't mean it. This wasn't suppose to happen. I'm... I'm so so sorry." Then looked up at Gert with a sad hurt look and putting his gun to his head said, "I'm so sorry my friend, forgive me." BANG!! One gun shot and the feel of blood splattering on his face.
Gert woke up covered in sweat again. He sat up and turned so his feet hung off the side and rested his face in his hands. After he had spent a little while trying to clear the horrid images from his mind, he wiped his face with the towel he keeps next to his bed just for this. Then got started on his normal morning routine, which starts off with a warm up of 3 minutes of stairs, one minute of pushups and curl-ups, followed by a few quick stretches. Took a look around his room before going for a run, he ran up a few floors saying hi to everyone he saw. Looked into the offices, were he spotted Caleb looking out the window. Stopped and thought it would be fun to sneak up on him but decided to just walk in. With a slight German accent, "Hey brother. How are you this morning?" Took a deep breath, "Look, pending on what's goin' on this mornin' I'm going out to..." He trailed off as he looked around and took an other deep breath, "look for parts for my bike and maybe get some supplies, if you want to come."

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Stella awoke that morning out of recurring dream, like always, where she finally got to rescue James. This time, however, it was oddly different. Stella wasn't herself in the dream. She didn't know who she was, but she knew she wasn't herself... all she could remember was long blonde hair, and piercing brown eyes.

Arabella.

The pure thought of her made Stella sick to her stomach.

Stella laid in her makeshift bed for a few moments before pulling herself to her feet. It was evident to see that Stella had tossed and turned all night, due to her tangled hair and disheveled clothes. Stella sighed under her breath and found her way to the shower, peeling off her bed clothes. The water was cold due to blackout and no water heater, but Stella had pretty much gotten used to taking cold showers. They were quick and most of all, they woke her up.
Stella got out of the shower and changed into a simple t-shirt and jeans- something she'd grown accustomed to wearing- and tied her hair up into a ponytail.

Today was the day that she was going to try and reveal a plan to Caleb. Today was the day that she was getting down to business.

It'd been two weeks since James got captured by the Maniacs, and Stella could hardly stand the fact that James wasn't back already. Stella glanced in the mirror before she headed down the hallway and up the stairs to the offices.
Caleb was bound to be up there somewhere.

Stella passed by the empty rooms before spotting Caleb rolling away in his rolling chair. She nearly laughed at the sigh tof him.
"Morning C." Stella said softly, then she spotted Gert at the front of the room. Stella nodded slightly at him. Gert was Edmund's right-hand, but she didn't really know much about him.

Stella looked back at Caleb and motioned for him, "Do you have a second?" Stella asked softly.

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Caleb looked away from his window, catching sight of Gert as he entered the room. Caleb spun around to face his friend, smiling a little. "Hey Gert, I am rather sleepy and hungry. How are you?" Caleb asked in response as he picked up a nearby rubix cube he had found when he had pillaged the Toys R Us in Times Square. Caleb considered Gert's offer. Did he want to get out and go look for possible places James was? Yes, did he really want to do it alone with Gert? Maybe not so much. He thought the guy was cool, but it sometimes got awkward between the two.


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Caleb was about to respond when he caught sight of Stella. "Oh, hey Stell. Yeah, I got a sec," Caleb says as he stands, tossing his rubix cube in his comfortable leather chair. "Sorry Gert, I'm supposed to work on finding a way to contact the Youngbloods to give them our new offers without getting people killed," Caleb said apologetically. He didn't want to seem like he was just trying to avoid Gert, but he really wasn't all that into bikes, and he really did need to figure out a way to get a hold of Winston before the Youngbloods did something stupid again.

Caleb walked out of his office that he didn't like calling an office since he rarely did any work in there, preferring his room or the major meeting room. "What's up? Caleb asks, then notices the look on Stella's face. "Did something happen? Word about James come out?" Caleb asked, wondering why she didn't seem to happy.

Caleb leaned against the wall outside his office then thought maybe the conversation would be done better in private. He grabbed Stella's hand and brought her into his office, dropping her off by his guest chair, then putting his arm around Gert. "Hey man, we gotta talk in private. Stella's going through some emotional stuff, I gotta be her rock,"
Caleb says, more joking than anything, but also serious.

As soon as Gert was out, Caleb closed and locked the door silently. He moved back to his chair to sit. "Look, I've been trying to figure out where they took him. They might have a location set up in an old police station like the one by the United Nations Ruins. They'd already have cells built. Sorry..." Caleb knew he wasn't making anything better with him rambling and sounding so freaked out. color=teal]"Tell me what you wanted to tell me,"[/color] Caleb manages to state with a tiny smile that showed he was more concerned for Stella than anything else, even though he was concerned about James, greatly, too.

He adjusted in his chair, tapping his fingers on his desk without thinking as he did. He checked to make sure his medicine was on his desk, just in case the little tickling in his chest grew to be a sign of something bad. He breathed deeply, trying to stay calm though he knew it didn't appear as if he was doing a good job.

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Spencer was startled awake by the sound of his very own alarm clock. It was one of those disgustingly old ones where you had the wind it up with a small metal key in the back of it and the sound of the tiny metal hammer whacking away furiously from side to side was one of the most terrifying sounds to wake up to. Spencer blinked his eyes blankly, adjusting to the bright morning light with great discomfort. He let his eyelids droop closed again as his left arm wiggled around on the other side of the bed, trying to blindly shut off the racket that was echoing off of the walls and rebounding so it was like some hellish sensory overload. His arm felt its way to his end table next to where he slept and repeated began to slap itself down on the wood, missing the alarm every time. Eventually he let out a frustrated groan and pushed himself up, out from under the covers. He slid onto the floor a bit like a puddle and grabbed one of his shoes that were at the foot of the bed before whipping around to chuck it at the alarm which fell to the cold tile floor with a metal crash. After breaking a vacant gaze, Spencer let out a low, guttural groan, rubbing his eyes roughly as he leaned back to sit on his knees.

He could already tell it was going to be a long day.

Despite getting a full night of sleep, he felt groggy, that kind of gray fog that sets down around you when you wake up tired. Spencer knew that if he didn't get up right away, he was going to sleep in for far too long and he couldn't risk that; especially when they were bound to carry out a plan to get James back any day now. The thought of the man all by himself as he was surely forced to face the worst the Maniacs had to throw at him gave Spencer an uneasy feeling, an oily black pebble in the pit of his stomach. With a small sigh, the boy rose to his feet, curling his toes against the freezing tile as he stretched lazily, several pops emanating from his back.

Image"Okay, let's get this day on the road. Jeez I need some coffee," he told himself confidently, walking around to the other side of his bed to pick up his clock and shoe. The clock had a hairline crack in its glass face, Spencer noted with disdain before setting it down rather carefully on the table and tossing his shoe on the messy covers of his bed. Spencer changed into a simple white cotton tee shirt and slid on a pair of blue jeans, hopping around ridiculously as he pulled his legs through. Quickly, he snatched his sneakers, but didn't bother putting them on and turned to the entrance to his room. He ran a quick hand through his hair, brushing his brown hair to the right, before heading to the door of his room.

"Ow! Dammit!" Spencer cried out as his left foot crunched down on the sharp, tiny pieces of a motherboard from a computer. He hopped around on his other foot, cradling the left. After the pain subsided, he bent down to snatch up the blue motherboard, checking it for damage as he went over the terms for the parts in his head. Northbridge, CPU Socket, PCI Slots, he listed quietly in his head until finally deeming it perfectly fine and directing his attention to what can best be described as what looked like a cyborg junkyard. Old laptop shells, Optical Drives, and various other computer parts lay in piles, hardly organized at all. The mess slightly surprised Spencer, unaware that the mess had gotten so bad. Still, he slid the blue chip onto the end table, convincing himself that he'll take care of it later. he stepped out into the hallway before heading to the door that lead to the stairs, a part of him wishing that the elevator still worked. He trudged up two flights of stairs like a slug before throwing himself against the door to let him out into the hallway, heading into the office where Gert stood on the far side of the room. Spencer beamed brightly at the man as he walked in, attempting to meet the man's eyes.

"'Morning! Nice day to be in NYC, huh?" he stated amicably, gesturing to the bright sun peaking over the tips of the skyscrapers.

"Did you have any plans for today? I have nothing on my schedule," he continued, setting his shoes down on the floor. Spencer didn't know much about Gert that was for sure, but he knew the Ex-Maniac had to have some redeeming quality. He knew that the man wanted very much to protect Edmund and that seemed like a good a reason as any to get to know him.

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Gert turned to look out the window and smiled, "Would have been..." sighed, "Will be." Turned to Spencer, "Was going to go for a run in the city. Maybe pick up stuff for my bike and other supplies. Your more then welcome to come if you want, granted Edmund doesn't need anything." Looked at the office were Caleb and Stella were in, "You know what that's all... you know what? Never mind." Took a look around, "If your in meet me in the make shift garage down stairs." With that he ran to the stairs and descended as quick as possible. Once on the ground floor he ran to the back storage rooms, were one had been turned into a makeshift garage were he stored his bike. "Hi girl, how are you?" He said to his bike as he entered the room, closing the door behind him. "Sorry girl, with out power and world in hell, I haven't been able to treat you right. If it makes you feel any better I'm missing something too. Hopefully after today at less one of us will have what we're looking for." He then sat down in the darkest corner on the cold hard floor in the fetal position, and let his eyes close. Due to how dark the room was and the his dark outfit, he nearly disappeared into the shadow.

Once his eyes had closed, an image appeared, this time a young girl with long dark brown hair and eyes. When they meet she was a young rebellious teen, a lone wolf like him. She was the first girl in his whole life he could connect with, and she had a name of an angel, Katrina. Her name slipped from his mouth with a smooth happy relaxing tone, "Katrina" again it slipped out but this time in pain. With that he hugged his legs closer and with his eyes still closed rest his head on his knees. A few years later after the power went out she invited him to join her and her new group, the Maniacs. He loved being part of the group, it almost felt like a family, some thing he never had before. Their chaotic behavior and is his drifter life style seemed like a match made in heaven. Plus being around a beautiful girl who could relate and except his past was an added bonus.

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"Right, okay then,"Spencer agreed simply as Gert rushed out of the room with the urgency of someone being chased. It was really quite curious to be honest and it slightly alarmed Spencer, but with Gert's stony face it was hard to determine what the man could be thinking, whether it good or bad, virtuous or not. Spencer chewed on his bottom lip and looked over to the office where hushed voices were whispering. He furrowed his brow at the thought of Gert's words. It was a valid question; what was going on in there and his curiosity peaked, but he shoved it back down, knowing that whoever was talking had wanted to keep things a secret. Furthermore, he trusted everyone here so why should he know of anything and everything? He was in no position to demand information.
Besides, he reminded himself, Gert was waiting for him in the garage they had weakly constructed in the back of the Freedom Tower. Without a second thought to the murmurs, Spencer positioned himself behind his shoes and slipped them over his heels, humming melodiously to himself as he did so. After slamming his heels into the tile a couple times to get his shoes secure over his feet, he cleared his throat and walked out of the room at a brisk pace. He certainly didn't want Gert to leave without him and with the speed that he left, he could already be halfway there. Gert had the strength and endurance Spencer's wiry frame lacked. It was characteristics like this that Spencer wondered how he was with the Phoenixes. How his weaknesses weighed down on his own potential. Therefore, while he couldn't throw a punch very well or shoot a gun without risking the people around him, he practiced other useful trades such as auto mechanics. His mind immediately popped to Gert's motorcycle, one of the few things he had brought with him from his past life as a Maniac.
"Huh, well maybe I can think of something to bring up as a conversation topic. Maybe this won't be so bad. Yeah, this'll be great, we'll have a great day. Buy some supplies, get some stuff for his motorcycle, perfect day," Spencer babbled to himself stupidly, trying to hype himself up for the day ahead, hoping the positive words would demolish and wither up the bad feeling that swirled around his head and shoulders with the persistence of a swarm of starving mosquitoes, but the words fell flat and made no difference at all. With a frustrated sigh and a twitch at the corner of his mouth, Spencer continued down the winding stairs until he landed on the first floor and turned to jog to the back of the building, humming a cheerful tune to himself until he came upon the storage room that housed the garage. He swung open the door with a graceful flamboyancy and a grin on his face.
"Ready to go, Gert! Whenever you-." Spencer's words cut off as he looked around the dim room and saw no sign of Gert at all. In this pause however, he heard weak words in the corner, words from a voice of sorrow. Spencer furrowed his brows and walked carefully around Gert's sleek bike, looking for the source of the murmurs. When Spencer caught sight of the man in the corner, he had almost overlooked him twice. With his dark clothes, it was nearly impossible to tell Gert was curled up in the corner.
"'Ey, Gert, you alright, man? What's wrong?" he demanded as he strode over to Gert, his hand hesitating for a second before lightly shaking his shoulder. Spencer thought he almost caught what Gert was saying, it sounded like a name, but he couldn't be sure and decided maybe he shouldn't ask about it.

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Having been shaken awake from his day dream, Gert looked up to see Spencer looking down at him. "Oh, hi. Sorry just... day dreaming." Got up and dusted himself off, and sized up Spencer. "Look nothing against you or Edmund, but when your out with me. Pleeeease... keep your head down and do what I say, when I say, how I say no questions asked." As he said that he went to his work table, grabbing his backpack. He reached under the table and drew a 0.45 pistol, and checked the magazine, putting it inside his jacket. After that, he double checked his pack, making sure it was packed with tools, med kit, binoculars, white chalk and 2 more magazines. "So we ready to do this?" Gert looked at Spencer with a big smile that is trying to cover up something, possibly more hurt or something more.
Without waiting for answer he turned to his bike and wiped a spot of the tank. He hated leaving her in this make sift garage and not being able to drive her as much. He planed on fixing and cleaning her up so he could show his Maniac friend the only freedom he ever know. "Good bye girl. I'll be back with your gift as soon as I can. And I promise to bring the kid home to."

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Spencer narrowed his eyes at Gert's behavior, especially when the man packed a pistol with him. He inhaled slowly as Gert gathered his belongings, still concerned about his '"daydream". It wasn't until Spencer heard his one demand that he pushed back.

"Not to sound insinuating or anything, but it seems like you are anticipating something dangerous to happen," he murmured stonily, crossing his arms defiantly across his white shirt.

"I'm not saying a being cautious is suspicious, but you seem to be... expecting something a little more than a few simple errands," he continued, hoping he wasn't sounding too confrontational, the last thing he wanted was to get on Gert's bad side, but if Gert expected him to follow orders like a good little toy soldier, he was going to have a wake up call. However, even though the request annoyed him slightly, he wasn't going to purposefully act out. That would be even stupider than picking a fight with the man across from him.

"But- I mean, I'll listen to your orders as long as they're something I agree with. I'll do what I feel fit and help you out while we do this, can you agree with my terms?" Spencer asked calmly, raising a dark eyebrow at Gert as he reached for his own bag, a red Swiss Gear backpack covered in black oil from a few cars he had worked on a couple weeks before. Inside, he verified that there were two plastic water bottles and a granola bar with a few screwdrivers, electric tape, and a hammer; tools he could use to hot wire a car if needed. He swung the pack over his shoulders and slipped his arms through the slots, ready to go if Gert was.

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Gert smiled, "If there is one thing I've learned living on these street, even before the world dropped into the ninth layer of hell. The world was already hell, and if you weren't ready for the worst case then most likely that's what you would get. Now that doesn't mean I want trouble I just like being ready for it." Looked Spencer over one more time as he walked out the door. "As far as your counter terms, sounds like a plan. I was just saying that, just incase something happens, you seem a little green. I think as far as parts go there should be a police station with bikes not to far from here if its still intact. If so we should also be able to get other supplies and set up a fall back spot should any of our trips out go sideways." He pecked through the shades next to the back door, and since he didn't see anyone he slipped out into the back alleyway. Gert tried to think of the city layout and best rout. Gert decided to get to the end of the alley and see what Spencer thought.

He moved a little ways down the alley, and looked back to make sure Spencer was following. Then he moved as quickly and quietly as possible, without losing his partner, to the end of the alleyway. He whispered to him once they were together again"So this is what I'm thinking. We could try the metro if the tunnels haven't collapsed or flooded. Then there was the back way, hit the chapel, curve south and around to the university. Problem there is who knows whose hiding in the builds and alleyways. Or the straightest path, head through the park to city hall to the station, but similar problem. Benefit of the straight path is we could raid what was left of city hall on the way."

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Katrina looked at the sudden arrival of Ares, and.. a prisoner? Someone must've brought him in lately. She looked in the prisoner's eyes, and saw the hurt, yet anger he probably felt towards the two of them. Katrina snapped her head at Ares as he told her good morning. She, on the inside, shuddered as she heard the prisoner's head hit the ground of the disgusting subway train. "Why, good morning to you as well, Ares." She matched his fakeness, and smiled, teasingly. "What do we have here this morning?" She walked to Ares side, and wrapped her lanky arm around his shoulder, as if they were old highschool friends, just hanging around.

Katrina saw the pain in his face, as the prisoner seemed to stare at her and Ares. She bit her lip to hide her emotions, as she remembered her own pain. There was the dreadful memories of her past, family, and... lost love. She wondered if perhaps the prisoner knew of her lost love, a Youngblood who used to be a Maniac. They'd run around causing mayhem as best friends, until... he left. He'd left the night they'd confessed their feelings, and he'd even kissed her, her first real kiss. But, he was never to return, and she didn't tell anyone, besides those that already knew. That whole part of her life, she preferred to keep as secret as she could. It made her seem weak, and petite. Katrina would much rather be seen as Ares's right hand woman, and do the dirty work.



Ares hardly flinched as James smacked the floor. Years in seriously unqualified foster homes resulted in years of hearing gunshots or screaming on a daily basis. Sounds failed to shock him anymore. He returned the sardonic smile, and the corners of his mouth quirked upward in a sickeningly sweet manner. Instinctively, his arm curled about her waist. Their actions were heavily laced with sarcasm, and it seems to permeate through the air.

”How are you on this fine day?” he asked before looking back down at James in a condescending manner. ”This prisoner of yours is a tough one. Too big for his britches if you ask me.” He dropped his arm from around Katrina as he started to move towards James again. Another presence, however, stopped him short.

Arabella had stopped on the edge of the gathering crowd, staring wide-eyed at James. Perhaps the sight of the bloodied man was far too much for her. Ares left the center of the group to move towards her. His long legs covered the space between them, and as he stopped by her side, he picked up one of her hands in his. ”Good morning, beautiful,” he said softly, brushing his lips along hers. Holding her hand still, he walked back to where he had been standing, pulling Arabella closer to the bloodied James. "Hey!" he spat. When James looked up, he made a show of wrapping his arm about Bella's waist. "You wanna know why she's safe? Because I have enough sense to pick my fucking battles."

He knew nothing of James's connection to Bella, but he wanted to spite the prisoner for his now-aching body. As quickly as he had busied himself with bothering James, he turned his attention back to Katrina. ”So, what are we meeting to discuss? Today’s mischief?”



It was him. Her beautiful James. Hurt and downtrodden, on the floor. This wasn't how it was meant to go. She was meant to have earned Ares' trust enough to be allowed down to see him alone, asked to check on him or something. And he would see her and his eyes would light up, recapturing the love he had once felt. And he would fall into her arms and kiss her, so grateful she was there to save him. That was how it was meant to happen. Not like this. Surrounded by strangers who didn't understand their love, with James hurt and no ability to tell him she was there for him now.

Suddenly, there was a hand taking hers. Arabella jumped, not having seen Ares coming outside of her tunnel vision, fixed on James. He greeted her, kissing her lips softly. She managed to gather herself enough to respond with a faint kiss of her own, before finding herself being pulled, pulled closer towards James.

No! He was going to see her and think she had betrayed him. He would think she was one of them. But there was nothing she could do. Ares was wrapping an arm around her, holding her there. And then he called to James, a vicious remark, and one that seemed to almost claim Bella as his. While Ares turned to Katrina, Bella remained transfixed, staring at James, just waiting for some sign of recognition. Waiting for his expression to shatter her whole world. Her hand tightened involuntarily around Ares', her whole body radiating tension.



James had stayed silent, trying to clear black dots from his vision. Had his shoulder ever hurt this much before? He couldn't feel where he had hit his head and figured it wasn't a good thing. When he heard Katrina speak, he was surprised. She was the more levelheaded of the two, yet here she was, wrapping her arms around the idiot who had basically just goaded James into a fight. James ignored Ares comment about being too big, and rolled his eyes in response. He tried to take the foot off his back by twisting a bit but found it useless after a second. He wanted to take a nap if he was going to be honest. He took in a deep breath, struggling under someone's foot.

James watched Katrina as Ares moved towards him, then away. His gaze fell on the older guy when he approached James again, this time with a girl. A girl with bleached blonde hair. James had seen her before, hundreds of times. He had held her when she was upset, she had consoled him when he was too. She was here, in the worst possible man's arms. James felt something crack. Sure he was with Stella, but it hurt to see someone you used to love with those who would kill you in a second.

James felt his stomach drop when Ares claimed Bella as his with his arms around her. "The guy who goaded the stronger one into a fight and needed guards to help him sure knows how to pick a fight, huh Ares?" James mutters loud enough for everyone to hear. He was pretty sure it wasn't too smart, but really didn't care at this point. His world felt like it was crashing down on him. He didn't show he recognized Bella to everyone, but said under his breath something only she would really understand. "Big brother ain't here to watch over, that idiot won't either," he muttered as Ares changed his attention. He knew she'd know he was referring to her brother, that she shouldn't be here, that he knew who she was. He wondered if all his feelings fit into the sentence, but couldn't really tell. He wasn't sure what he felt towards her, seeing Ares claim her like he did. What if Ares knew James and Bella were once a thing? One of them would probably be dead within the hour, and James was pretty sure he knew who Ares hated more.



Katrina didn't exactly know what her and Ares's relationship was. They seemed to be an odd pair, her hiding her sympathy to make herself 'a better leader' and he... Ares beating prisoners to a pulp. Almost like a.. mother and father partnership, except the father is drunk all the time. Katrina loved being sarcastic with Ares. However, she didn't enjoy Ares's latest toy, Arabella was it? Something just told her to watch her one day. To see how she really acted, because it was obvious to this.. mother, of sorts, that Arabella was hiding something.

Katrina studied Ares's movements towards Arabella, and sighed, running a hand through her thick hair as he brought her back with him, as if she was some trophy. Katrina snapped her head to Ares as he spoke. Upon which, she shrugged, as usual. "That's what I was hoping for, yes. To talk of today's mischief, and unruly things we need done around here." Katrina looked at the crowd that had formed upon her ringing that bar between the metal handles. A smile tugged at her lips, and she pursed them into a tighter grin, smiling to her people. The way they followed her and Ares so.. confidently. It gave Katrina's adrenaline a whirl, and her inner Maniac would show. "I suggest that you find your stations, Maniacs. I want this city crumbling by night fall tonight. " She paused, and turned to Ares for a brief moment, taking in his stance, before looking back at the crowd, as she stepped up on a subway seat, so they could see who they were hearing. "If you run into trouble, you know what to do. At least, I hope you do." Katrina snickered, then turned to Ares yet again. "Anything you want to add?" She raised her eyebrow in a seductive manner, and smiled wide, before meeting the prisoner's eyes again, and secretly feeling... awful.



"Katrina, you're making a mistake," James managed, feeling like his ribs were being crushed since he still couldn't get up. He wasn't normally so easily claustrophobic, but he couldn't help it right then. "If New York falls, everyone all over Manhattan does too. That's millions still Katrina, there are families," James began, not even listening whether or not he was speaking over Ares.

He did not sense her apprehension, but Ares could feel Bella's hand tighten around his own. He returned the squeeze as he brought her hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss into the back of her hand with a smile gracing his lips. For just a moment, he was calm. She did have that effect on him at times. James, unfortunately, made the mistake of speaking just then, shattering whatever good mood Ares had been in. The older man dug his nails into his palm, trying to hold himself back from throwing a kick straight into James's jaw. He told himself Arabella would be taken aback by it, perhaps disgusted by it, and he forced his foot to remain planted on the ground. Though he took care not to squeeze the hand that held Arabella's hand, she would most certainly feel a slight clench, this one out of hatred for James rather than love for her, as his nails threatened to break skin in his other hand.

Slowly, carefully, as though moving too quickly would set him off, Ares dropped Bella's hand and moved forward. Restrained now, James was easier to deal with. The Maniac took a knee beside James and leaned over slightly so that his face hung over James's. "All the more proof that I can choose them," he said lowly, his voice on that edge between mellow and threatening. Still, it was obvious towards which side his voice leaned. "For I refuse to waste my time on a cause as helpless as yours." Ares rose then, turning to face Katrina before James spoke again, therefore missing what James said. He knew who she was related to, of course. Everyone did.

He once more reached for Arabella's hand, enjoying the effect it seemed to have on James. He assumed it came from the threat he had made earlier in regards to an unknown girlfriend of James, for he did not know better. Ares nodded along in agreement as Katrina spoke, outlining the same plans he would have given out. They were the same plans they had given out for at least a month now. Oh, they tried to make the city burn, but there were always peacekeepers, and they were always better equipped than the Maniacs could ever dream of being. "You seem to h-," he began after being prompted by Katrina, only to cut himself off as James began to speak.

James's words fell on deaf ears at least in Ares's case. Suddenly, bringing him out here began to turn into an awful idea. Ares pinched the bridge of his nose to keep himself from exploding in anger. It didn't help. "God damn it!" he cried. "Get him the fuck out of here. Lock him back up. I don't even want to know he exists right now, you hear me?!" A moment passed, then two, as he tried to pull himself together enough to address Katrina. "Ignore him. That rat would gladly watch us burn. He wants us to sit around idly while the Youngbloods try to take over Manhattan, and I refuse to give him satisfaction."



Honestly, she'd be lying if she said she didn't feel worse as the prisoner pleaded to her. She cringed, but tried to hide it, as Ares blew up."Of course, Ares." She nodded as he spoke to her. Then, she turned back to the crowd, that was still formed. They'd made the usual oooh's and aahhh's as Ares demonstrated, yet again, his utter 'strength'. Katrina raised her left arm, her hand the shape of a ball, with her fingers curled into a fist. "Maniacs, you hear your leaders. Let us reign terror on Manhattan together, and destroy this sad city!" She roared towards the end, her fist raised high into the air. "Maniacs, roar!" She cried, and smiled as she heard the crowd's yelling, screaming, and even waving about pipe, or some object they'd had on them. She turned to Ares yet again. "I believe they're ready to be released." She pursed her lips into a cocky smile at him.



Bella knew she had to act, or she'd lose her opportunity to talk to James for who even knew how long. Maybe forever. She had to put things right. His whisper had cut through her like a knife through butter. His hatred and contempt. She had to tell him the truth. He had to know. He had to love her again.

"I'll drop the prisoner off in his cell. I need to head back that way to get my jacket from your room anyway, Ares," Arabella said, offering Ares a flirtatious smile as she mentioned the location of her jacket. She gave Ares a quick wiggle of her fingers in a wave goodbye, slipping from his grasp and motioning to the guards to follow her. They hauled James of the floor and began to drag him away along behind her.