::Chaos Engine::

[Eternity]

Gypsy watched him crawl up, instantly with knives against her. She suddenly wished she had brought Sugar and Spice in here with her, but she was weaponless. Her eyes stared intently on him as he was a hair's width away from her. His every breath poured over her, spiced and intoxicating. Perhaps this was so because of the fact that he was supposed to assassinate her. So the Patrician did know what she was made for. And apparently, so did Chaos.

Her face turned cold and hard, and she felt a strange stinging in her mouth, the lights under her tongue clicking softly. And then a sting hit her behind her neck, a small light clicking on, generating some force she couldn't understand. It made her neck burn, then it felt cold, and she overall began to feel fear for what was happening.

"Chaos." She whispered softly, watching him, feeling a fiery need to reach out and hit him. Her nails seemed sharper as she curled her fists, rising from the table when he fell to the floor as Soach.
Poor Soach.




She stared at him hard for a minute. Sadly, a thought crossed her mind- If I kill them both, I won't have to worry about Chaos ever pulling stupid shit like that again.

Gypsy bowed her head, slowly lowering herself to her knees and wrapping her arms around Soach. And with inhuman strength, she lifted the man up and carried him over to another sofa- matching the design of pallid green of the one outside in the center room. She laid him down, sitting beside him and putting her hand on his cheek, stroking his scar. It was admirable, his scar. She admired it because... Gypsy didn't have scars. Couldn't obtain them no matter how maimed or broken she became. She always healed perfectly.

If she could, she'd give it all just to be normal.

"Wake up Soach." She whispered, turning her head slightly to bite back tears of truth and twisted emotions.

[Hughes]

Hermes lay in the middle of the street in district 190, staring up at the blue sky, unblinking. One hand fiddled idely with a butterfly knife, flippining it open and closed. It was relaxing, but he almost wished there was somthing to do. Again he considers taking up his parents study of the chaos engine, and again he pushed it away. They'd been so close to finding the pattern, had thought they found it, and the engine ended them in spite. It didn't play by the rules.

He picked the creduceous up off his chest and stood, streaching his mucles out befoe walking towards home. He thought it might be time to steal something, just for something to do. God, he wished people wanted tattoo's more often. He was good at what he did, but people in this hell had better things to do. Surviving for one thing. If god loved them so much, why'd he do this to us?

He shook his head, abandoning that line of thought. He flipped his knife open and closed again, and his thoughts turned to Beta, it's maker. Shed definiantly turned his head, and no wonder, she was pretty, despite her tough exterior. And she wasn't weak, like some pretty girls he knew. This place didn't accept weak. He'd met her only a three times, once on a steal, and twice for the knives. He wondered if she ever thought about him, but that was foolish. He certaintly didn't think much about his customers, except about how much money they had.

He stepped into his house and was pleased to see a complete stranger stiing inside. He rose when Hermes enters,and shakes his hand. "I want a skull, on my arm." he said. "I'll pay, I got some money." Hermes nodded. "Have a seat comrade, you've come to the right place. No, The one with the tools next to it." Hermes got immidiatly to work, and gave thanks when the man didn't cry out. It was impossible to work when they yelled.

An hour later, the man left and paid, and Hermes was biting into a slab of steak. He tried not to think of where it came from; in this city it was better not to know. But the meat was lushious, cooked to perfection, and blessedly seasoned. He savored it, knowing he'd not have another meal like this one for a long time.

He was getting ready to take another bite when the alarm sounded. Hermes lept up, cursing god and the procreate. How dare the enigine interupt his meal! He knew the thing was rude and vicious, but this was blasphemy! Hurrisdly gathering up his staff, he ran to his basement, praying his house stayed where it was this time, and hoping Beta wasn't caught in this. Or anyone else, of course.

[DePhantasia]

Zeni looked down from the 6th floor of the apartment building in the east quadrent of the city. He looked down to the ground and then up to the higher buildings. He wasn't doing anything, just resting on the roof. For some reason, the authorities were still looking for him. "Don't they ever give up?" Zeni murmured to himself, amazed.

He got up slowly. They were too close for Zeni's comfort. He grabbed his sword, which was laying right beside him, right as two police members reached the rooftop and saw him. He only looked back once, dropped his sword (point down), and then stepped off the edge. The gaurds thought he was attempting suicide. When they got to the edge, they saw Zeni, while falling to his doom, reach out and grab a flagpole and with his momentum, he flipped from the flagpole to the ground, landing with a crouch. He looked up to the roof, amiled, and walked away as if nothing had happened. "That will give them something to think about." Zeni said aloud.

As he walked by a house that had the lights off, he heard a faint noise, a scuffle most likely. He continued walking and eventually passed a tattoo shop. He looked at his shoulder and made up his mind. He opened the door to the shop. "Excuse me, is anyone here?" he said a little louder than he wanted.

At that moment, he heard the police outside the shop and ducked behind the counter before they saw him. He turned and saw a door slightly open so he decided to slip in. Right as the police left too, what good timing.