BleedingLight

“Not alone?” God Killer spat out sarcastically, “I was alone until your showed up. So just know this, I don’t trust you what so ever. So just watch your back, one screw up and you’re Death’s next meal.”

Extending her hand, God Killer pulled back some of the barbed wire covering her gloves. “Now, if it’s not too much of a problem, seeing as I’ve missed out on the distractions, we have a police convoy to get to!”

Snoring quietly, God Killer still perched on the upper pipes of Paragon’s sewer. Suddenly, the whole sewer system rocked around God Killer. Waking up abruptly, God Killer sat up and became completely aware of what was going on. “Come on! I’m missing death and explosions! My favorite!” she growled. “Either that or this place is turning into another faultline.” Examining her surroundings, God Killer’s head whipped around towards the direction of a splash. Grinning slightly she mumbled to herself, “Think you can ambush me down here, huh?”

Jumping down from the pipes, God Killer started to channel the powers of the netherworld, charging up a dark blast ready for someone to make an appearance. And make an appearance they did, as Death came charging into view God Killer blasted him into a nearby wall before she realize who it was. Slowly striding over to the crumpled mess that is Death, she picked him up off the ground, “Apologies Death. Why didn’t you just phase in next to me like usual?” Death pointed from where he just came. “Lykofos.”

Striding up to her came another villain, but before he could say anything she cut him off, “I don’t know who you are and I don’t have time for introductions, boy. We need to get above ground, I have to get a job done. Come on then, chop chop, we don’t have all day. There’s murdering we’re missing out on!”

“Damn,” God Killer sighed. Hours ago Dr. Mechano had sent out the signal that the heist was going to take place, so God Killer hastily made her way to Paragon City the only way she knew, through Siren’s Call. Unfortunately, God Killer had not visited Paragon for some time, and her “short cut” that should have bypassed any trouble from the forces of Skyway and lead her directly to King’s Row had now got her stuck, and lost, in the middle of Paragon’s sewer network knee deep in the mess of the city.

“Can’t retrace my steps,” she thought to herself, “And I’m sure there’s some group of heroes or Longbow or something following me down here. I hate this city.” God Killer briskly jogged down more and more sewer pipes, all of which looked just the same. Frustrated, God Killer stopped in her tracks. Pulling the NWA phone out of her pocket she tried to contact Mechano, only to be met with a soft crackle down the phone, apparently the ancient pipes blocked communication.

Stopping to think for a moment, an idea came to God Killer. Channeling the powers of the netherworld, she summoned before her, her lich companion Death. Death stood tall, cracking the bones in his neck as if he’d just woken from a long slumber. “Death. I need you to find your way above ground, stick to the shadows so your abilities will mask anyone seeing you. We cannot risk anyone knowing our plans just yet. Find a guide, find a map, find Mechano.” God Killer gritted her teeth in anger, “ I don’t care what you do, just find me a way out of these damned sewers and in to King’s Row. I will not be happy if I’m late to the party.”

With a simple nod, Death phased into the shadows and was gone from vision. Pulling herself into some pipes near the ceiling, she too phased in the shadows, and quietly twiddled her thumbs in anticipation of Death’s return.

God Killer stood, surveying the scene in front of her. Moments ago the Circle of Thorns temple she stood in was full of commotion and chaos. An Arachnos official had hired her to retrieve a mystical book, being a job involving the Circle, God Killer jumped at chance. Now though, the temple stood quiet, with the sole exception of her undead, which were slowly shuffling though the surrounding hallways.

God Killer chuckled. “The mystics didn’t put up much of a fight,” she thought to herself. “Good thing as well, I can’t stand their idiotic chanting.” The silence though, did not last long. To the surprise of God Killer the phone she held in her pocket, the one sent by Dr Mechano, had finally rung for the first time since she had received a few days ago. Slowly pulling the phone from her pocket, God Killer examined the phone, as if it was a foreign object. Putting the phone up to her ear she answered with a simple: “Yes?”

God Killer leant against a nearby pillar listening intently to Dr Mechano. She said nothing, until Mechano was finished. God Killer waited, lingering ever so slightly, before finally saying with a chill in her voice, “I’ll be there.”

Without waiting for a reply, God Killer hung up and placed the phone back in her pocket. Standing back up straight, she started searching for the book she was hired to retrieve. Sighing, she quietly started to mumble to herself. “Damned book's got to be around here somewhere…”

“…wait! Wait! I’m only doing my job!” echoed through the back alleys of St. Martial.

God Killer stood staring that the man she had backed up to the wall in front of her. Surely he was a bit too small to be any sort of threat to her, she thought to herself. But to have actually have found her, someone who doesn’t even exist. There must be a good reason why he’s risking his life. Looking him up and down she replied with a slow drawl, “So, why have you gone to so much effort to find me?” “I...I’m just doing my job,” the man quickly spat out, eyes quickly flickering between the dark silhouette of God Killer and the group of undead that surrounded her. “I work for a courier service; I was hired to track you down to make sure you receive a package.”

God Killer stood there for a second pondering over what the man just said. As if her mind was just read, her companion, a 7 foot tall lich who liked to be called Death, appeared from the shadows and joined her side. “He seems harmless enough. I doubt he’s with the Circle; they’re a bit heavier handed. Even if he isn’t harmless, I’ll have no problem tearing him from limb to limb,” the lich moaned, a grin slowly forming on his face. “In fact, can I tear him to pieces anyway?”

Shaking her head at her lich, God Killer spoke with menace in her voice, “Show me then, courier. This so called package you’ve brought. You do realize you’re risking your life tracking me down?” Quivering with fear, the man slowly reached into his satchel and procured a small crimson box. As he reached out his arms God Killer snatched the box from his hands. Examining all sides of the box for any sort of trap, she hesitantly opened the box.

Chuckling to herself, she pulled two items from the box: a sleek looking mobile phone and a note, of which she proceeded to read out loud to herself, “From your friendly neighbored Mad Scientist, Dr E M.” “Is, that alright for you ma’m?” the courier cried out, hoping that the lack of disappointment on God Killer’s face meant he would be safe to leave. God Killer turned away from her lich and the various other undead that littered the alleyway, and started to walk away. “He’s served his purpose, and we can’t let anyone know where we are, can we Death?” she shouted back. On cue, God Killer’s undead minions pounced on the courier, ripping him to pieces.

Yet again, screams echoed through the back alleys of St. Martial.

My evil characters and myself would quite enjoy being a part of this in some way as I've not managed to see a huge amounts of RP goings on outside of Pocket D since I've rejoined CoH.