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Certainly if there was a fool it was no, strike that. Hatter looked flabbergasted, but in a good way, as any gentleman should when such a lovely young woman as Alice would deign such a compliment. Smiling as if nothing were amiss even, his eyes certainly somewhere between looking her over and looking at her, as if listening intently. The comment about the Hare, whether really agreed or not was all but ignored, let the Hare stew. There was curiosity abound as she spoke further, pulling herself into and out of a trap perhaps, but Hatter just quizzically collected his thoughts as the rolled around on the floor like marbles, a soft chuckle of amusement escaping him, and a shake of his head to correct his social faux pas for the moment. When she was a deep shade of red, he inclined his head in agreement for a cup of tea. Reaching for the first pot, amidst poker chips and cards, he found it rather not to his agreement being empty. A cup of tea, he smiled, Yes, it is that time isnt it? His fingers walked along the table to another, opposite the direction of Alice. I dare say, youve changed as well since well, last time. It only seems moments ago dear Alice and here you are now before me. Another empty pot, his loose hand came up to stage whisper, Quite the woman youve grown into this time. I do so hope youll be staying with us; that would be quite the treat. Quite right such a treat undoubtedly a rare treat abounded soft whispers around the table, as Hatter turned an eye to the others as if not to forget them. This led him to another pot of tea, hopefully one warm and ready. Alas, it lay across Alice, Hatters eyes flittering between pot and Alice, his hand itching to grab it. So, his fingers began walking across the table, pulling his hand and yanking his body to reach for it, all the way across Alice. Pardon, he said reaching rather manner less for said pot, Or rather, I do so like this look on you, well proportioned. Was that a reference to certain size issues that seems to accompany Alice, or something else, his eyes let slip no lies. Yes, quite the looker Alice, all as if passing the uncomfortable closeness as he grabbed that pot, I do love what youve done with your attire as well. A simple improvement or two would make you quite the dish. Ah, there it is, and it had tea, he pulled it back towards him. A tasty little treat youve become, he continued talking about dishes, the others at the table seemed to excuse themselves, Bill to the head, Blue Jay to fill his cup at the long bar, nearly toppling the sleeping (or drunken) Door Mouse, You do know, Im good with a needle. Have I mentioned that before, or is that part to come still? Oh, you must stay with us Alice, I say, weve room enough to put a bed under your rump and a roof over your head. Then he poured the tea, one for himself as well, then grabbed for his cards, one fell out, he took someone elses and put it into his hand.

Alices eyes never left Hatter as he dashed about the room. He was rearranging things, sorting things. Setting things up? She smiled at the familiar sight of it all, the memories it allowed her to relive. It might have appeared unusual to the casual onlooker, chaotic. But that was why it warmed her so, made her feel like she was back in a place that accepted anything and everything, no matter how strange it might seem to others. Here she could be herself. Here she could be just Alice. Her eyes stayed fixed on the peculiar man whod somehow worked his way into a special place within her heart. Though Alice found it quite interesting that his thoughts seemed to dwell on her all this time. Why, there was a glint in his eye, something that had come off as a lucid thought. A memory perhaps? A dream recalled? But which? Did it matter? No. Either way, Hatter remembered. He remembered! Even after all the years that had passed, despite the madness. The time. Alice had somehow stayed at the forefront of his thoughts! Or was it just coincidental conversation hed had with the Hare? Oh, none of this mattered! This was Wonderland! Past was past, they had the here. The now. Of course, none of it made sense. But why should it? Did it have to? No. It decidedly did not and, if she was honest with herself, she found the idea of it all exciting. Exhilarating. Suddenly, Hatter moved round and stood behind Alice. She tried to turn, to face him, but He barred the way, leaning close. Oh, she could feel his breath upon her ear. Just then, a shiver ran along her spine. What was this? This feeling? This was it familiarity? Blinking several times, she honestly wasnt sure. Then, she felt it again. Hatters breath. It caressed, it teased. It ignited something within. Alice could feel her heart suddenly pound as Hatter pulled away. He continued his journey about the table and finally sat himself down. Placing a hand over her bared chest, the corset hindering the quick breaths she suddenly found herself taking, she suddenly felt her cheeks tinge pink. What was this? Was she blushing? Bringing a hand to her face, Alices eyes suddenly shifted as Hatter and Hare began their banter. Oh how grateful she was for the distraction. Her blush had gone unnoticed, all of it. Thankful, letting out a tiny sigh and allowing her muscles to relax, she watched the two until Hare finally stormed off in a huff. Alices eyes went wide as she watched Hare leave, but soon found her attention being drawn back to Hatter. He just sat there, smiling, his eyes looking at her as if he saw something in her she could never begin to comprehend. What was it? What was he thinking? Tilting her head, she laughed softly and then cleared her throat. Well, Im sure hell be all right after a spell, Alice began. As Alice spoke, Hatters words about his dreams lingered within her mind. She wanted to know more about those dreams. Shed been dreaming as well, only Well, she couldnt remember hers. But, for reasons unknown, she knew she probably was meant to. Maybe Hatter could help her remember? Oh, but those were something of a darker nature. This was a party and his face wore a smile. No. Shed perhaps bring that up at another time. I have indeed missed you, Hatter. Though, Alice tilted her head as she paused for a moment. You look a bit different from last time we talked. She smiled then, her eyes fixed to Hatters. But I think I fancy this attire, she added. I dare say you look rather handsome. Alice bit down on her lip as the words passed over her lips. Had she truly said that out loud? Oh drat it all, she had! Well, there it was. At least it was the truth. W-well, w-what, I meant w-was I Well, yes. Handsome. Alice wanted so desperately to hide. Shed really done it now. Shed embarrassed herself, shed embarrassed Hatter. Then again, she supposed it couldnt get worse. Ah, I think I would fancy a cup of tea now. Yes, that would be most delightful. Blushing deeply, Alice reached for her cup and held it out for Hatter to pour her a cup of tea. As she did, she kept her eyes fixed to the table, worrying over the fool shed just come off as being.

Alice held out her teacup hoping that Hatter would fill it up sooner than later. That way, she could sip at it and try and forget the fool shed just made of herself. As she waited, she could hear him scuffling, searching the table for a proper pot of tea. Oh, she shouldve known! Feeling more embarrassed with each passing moment, she tried her best to just smile at the situation. Maybe if she acted like her words hadnt mattered, she could actually believe it. Just then, she slowly brought her hand down, lowering her cup to the table as she waited for him to find a teapot that actually contained some tea to drink. Licking her lips, Alice suddenly found her thoughts beginning to drift. That tended to happen in Wonderland, especially in the company of Hatter. Her smile began to grow as she felt victory in overcoming her embarrassment until Oh my, did he what? Alice felt her cheeks go hot all over again. Her tiny triumph slipping through her fingers, like water through a sieve. Yes, Hatter had begun to chatter, his words nothing but strings of compliments. Full of flattery and innuendo and Did he just say shed only been there moments ago? At that, she tilted her head in wonder, everything prior to that moment hardly mattering any longer. The embarrassment once again forgotten. Curious, Alice mumbled, her face still rather crimson despite the fact her mind was beginning to wander again. She watched Hatter as he spouted off more compliments, each one bolder than its predecessor. It made her wonder just as it made her involuntarily blush. Had it really only been moments ago? How was such a thing even possible? Then again, this was Wonderland. As far as Alice was concerned, that more or less meant that most things were possible. Even the impossible. As she let her thoughts dwell on the oddity Hatter had mentioned, she wondered if perhaps time ran differently in Wonderland. Or, if it was something else. Oh, she had no idea! Blinking her eyes and shaking her head, Alice suddenly realized that the others that had once been sitting with them were now milling about the room. Obviously Hatters prattling had made them uneasy. She supposed she couldnt blame them. After all, their conversation was it conversation? Shrugging, she let her eyes fix on him as he finally found a full teapot. But their conversation really only seemed to be understood by them and them alone. Swallowing, Alice allowed her grip on her teacup to tighten. She watched Hatter pour himself some tea and then lean close to her so as to fill up her own cup. She gave him a smile as he sat back in his chair and mentioned his skills in sewing. Nodding, her smile grew brighter. As Alice watched him reach for the cards, she answered. Yes, Hatter. Im aware. She paused a moment to sip at her tea. Do you think perhaps with your skills you could improve my attire then? A tiny giggle escaped Alices lips and she averted her eyes briefly. And though she blushed, it wasnt as much as it had been earlier on. Whether it was because she was growing accustomed to the innuendoes or because she felt it no longer mattered was difficult to say. Youd said I only needed a few simple improvements. Do you think them simple enough that you could do them for me? Or were the improvements not related to my attire? Alice asked. At that, Alice brought her teacup back to her lips. Her words were bold. She knew that. But she also knew Hatter. As always, hed take it in stride, tell her the truth. She knew she could always rely on him to be truthful. And for that, she cared for him all the more. After all, it wasnt every day one came across someone so genuine. Especially in a place such as Wonderland. She recalled her last visit, the Queen of Hearts and court. Oh the sinister plotting that had gone on with that lot! Regardless, dear Hatter. I should like to make these improvements if Im to stay here with you in Wonderland for a while. Alice smiled and set down her cup. Yes, Alice had committed to her visit, her stay in Wonderland. As she waited for Hatters reply, she began to wonder about his dreams once again. And she wondered if perhaps she was meant to help him decipher them. Maybe, just maybe, doing so would help her recall her own night terrors, her own dreams that left her screaming in the night.

Keeping others waiting, even if they were his closest friends in the world was something that Scorpius enjoyed doing very much. It was just another subtle way to establish that he was the one who was in charge of their little group, they might all have their own opinions and the freedom to essentially do what they wanted but when push came to shove he was the one who chose what to do. It was of course only the natural order of things for a Malfoy to take control of the situation, the son of the wealthiest wizarding family in Europe, a family with pure blood lineage stretching back as far as anyone could count and a great deal of power accumulated over those years. One of the top students in his class, prefect, first rate Chaser, and of course devilishly charming, wasn't it only right that he should take charge. He knew what his friends would no doubt suspect as he kept them waiting, that he had cornered some lovely young lady in a secluded part of the train and was working his quite aggressive brand of seduction like he always chose to, but instead he was just killing time not far off from where they were, enjoying a moment of quiet in a car full of first year students who were too nervous to make a single sound in his presence. That alone was amusing to the point that he would have been laughing if he were not in deep thought, this was the year, he had decided that this was the year that he was going to have Lily all for himself. He knew his parents would never approve, doubted hers would even though technically his father always made a big show about how grateful he was to Potter for taking care of the threat of the Dark Lord... but who cared, he had wanted her from the first onset of puberty and now... well what was going to stop him? Feeling that he had let enough time pass Scorpius made his way from the car that he had been sitting, carrying himself with all the poise and pride that was to be expected of a Malfoy and moved to the train car where they always sat together, pulling the door open with a smirk. I would say I am sorry to keep you all waiting but you would know it is a lie. He pointed out as he moved to take a seat next to Lily. And you all know I am not going to feel the least bit guilty so... lets skip the part where you try to tell me how terrible I am.

Lily Luna Potter was doing some last minute packing before heading off to the train to start her fifth year. Her twin brother, Albus, was busy yelling at her to hurry the hell up because he was getting tired of waiting. James, who was two years old then them, was going into his last year at Hogwarts and was already in the car, ready to drive. Mr. Harry Potter had a press conference and Mrs. Ginny Potter worked as a healer, and was on call and at St. Mungos, so James got the chance to drive them to school, since the car was charmed to drive itself back home after going invisible once they got to Hogwarts. "Merlin, Lily, hurry up!" yelled Albus from the bottom of the stairs, already done packing with his things in the car. "I'm coming!" yelled Lily, grabbing her Slytherin scarf and stuffing it into the trunk, and then dragging it down the stairs and handing it off to Albus, before climbing into the backseat of the car. Once everyone was at the train station, Lily met Talia and Tallon and they walked to the platform and then onto the train. "Where's Scorpius?" asked Lily, looked around once they had sat down in the compartment. "Probably hitting on some girl." Talia said with a shrug. Tallon nodded. The three friends then waited patiently for Scorpius to arrive in their compartment.

Scorpius sneered a little bit at the comment about how they wouldn't give him any satisfaction, he didn't care if they weren't going to tell him that they had missed his company. He was the one in charge, of course without him around to take the lead they would be entirely lost and have no idea at all what they should do. Still he was there now and as he relaxed in the seat, enjoying the comfortable and well worn leather conforming to his body after being broken in by so many students over the years and making sure that he was perfectly comfortable on his trip to the school. You don't need to tell me how much you all missed my Lil. He teased with a small smirk. How could I not be missed, as amazing as I am. He knew that Lily wanted to join the team and was willing to consider it by giving her a try out, to him victory was far more important then any traditions that existed... they had come close last year but this year he wanted to bring the cup back to their team and by putting a Potter on his team it might keep her brother from preforming as well as he normally did. Anything for Victory was the Slytherin standard and if giving up a tradition that might hold them back... only if she was good enough to make the team in a fair try out of course. At that moment though he had something more important to think about and having the others in the car with him would only get in the way. You two. He grunted, pointing quickly. I need to have some time alone with Lily, go off and have some fun alone, torment the new students, find something too eat, I really don't car what you do as long as I don't see you for a while. Patience wasn't his strong suit, something he needed to work on a bit but at that moment he hardly cared... he wanted to be alone with Lily right away.

Lily, Tallon, and Talia were all talking amongst themselves, at first, trying to come up with reasons why Scorpius was later than normal to the compartment. Tallon suggested that he woke up late, because his father drugged him, hoping he'd end up dead and missed the train. Talia said he fell off the train, and Lily said that it was probably all of the above. As they talked, the reasons became more and more ridiculous and unlikely. Though, they only did this guessing thing because they were extremely bored waiting for Scorpius to get there. They all knew that the most likely reason was that Scorpius was trying to get his hands on some girl, like he always did. After all, anyone who had a brain that went to Hogwarts that wasn't going to be a first year this year, knew that Scorpius was a player, and never settled on one girl. He just wanted a few quickies, though, Talia said that him getting his hand on a girl this early in the morning isn't like him. After awhile of getting bored of naming unlikely reasons why Scorpius was gone, and not on the train, the three friends spent the time talking about Quidditch, and Lily said it would be great to be a beater, so she could smack bludgers around, but she doubted Scorpius would let her try out for the team. After all, Slytherin had a boy-only team for centuries, and being a Malfoy, Scorpius was all about keeping tradition. When Scorpius showed up, everyone looked up to see him, and they all rolled their eyes at him, knowing that he was never sorry about being late. It didn't surprise them one bit. Lily scooted over a little bit, so her and Scorpius weren't so close, so he could have some actual room. She then said to him, "Don't worry, Scorpius, we weren't going to give you the satisfaction of telling you how much we cared that you were gone, anyways." Tallon chuckled at Lily's statement and Talia sighed. Both Talia and Tallon knew that Lily liked to act like she was in charge, as most Slytherins do. And being a Potter, with a famous family, Lily felt like she deserved to be on top and be in charge. But when it came down to the truth, she took orders better than anything. As much as she had that 'I'll kick your ass if you mess with me' attitude, she'd take orders from people because she felt safer or better that way. Besides, Lily knew she was friends with the elite, so she wasn't going to mess it up by not taking orders from Scorpius, as she always did since he pretty much made himself in charge.

Talia and Tallon just rolled their eyes at Scorpius's sneer, and knew better than to tell him off for being late, because they were even more below Lily in the social food chain. Sure they were purebloods, but they knew Scorpius was still on top, and Lily needed to learn that just like them. Lily scoffed and she then said, "Well, Scorpius, I didn't miss you at all, so what do you say to that?" She didn't like losing to Scorpius, even though it was a downright lie to say that she didn't miss Scorpius. He was her best friend, well...best guy friend anyways. Plus, with Harry being her father, she wasn't allowed to have any contact with Scorpius all summer, unlike her constant hanging out with Tallon and Talia during the summer since her father reluctantly approved of them. Lily was itching to ask Scorpius about the Quidditch Try-Outs, since they probably would be pretty soon, but she wasn't exactly to thrilled about Scorpius being in a position of authority over her if she joined. She didn't completely trust him, even if he is her best guy friend. "Scorpius, can I ask you something?" Lily started to say, but then she heard that Tallon and Talia had to leave because Scorpius wanted to be alone with her for a bit, and she quickly shut her mouth. Wait, time alone with me? But why? He isn't planning on kicking me out of his elite group is he? Oh Merlin please let that not be true...and I don't want to be alone with Scorpius! Lily thought, her mind going a mile a minute with thoughts that hadn't crossed her mind all morning. "Fine, we'll leave. I've been itching to pick on the first years since we got on." Tallon said with a smirk as he stood up, ready to leave. His mind not going crazy like his friend, Lily's was. Talia sighed and she then said, "Fine, I'll go with Tallon. But honestly, Scorpius, there is no need to be alone with Lily. Though, don't even think about hurting her. She's our friend. Go easy on her." She smirked and then the two friends left the compartment, and went off to annoy the first years, leaving Lily alone with Scorpius.

The man had grey hair, but he was not old. He had lost track of his birthdate, Voldemort never really liked keeping such things. He moved slowly into Diagon Alley, familiar masked and hooded men patrolled and stood guard, yet even they feared him. He was a notorious Death Eater. He changed the war by himself. The deaths of Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, and countless other in the Order and at the Battle of Hogwarts had come by his wand. He was a skilled duelist, and an even better wizard. His name? Andrew Silvermane. As he moved into the alley, a young muggle boy stopped and tried to shine his shoes. Silvermane stopped and allowed him to continue, and when he was finished and was looking at Silvermane with big eyes hoping for a big tip, Silvermane just shoved his hand in his pocket, grasped some of the Bronze and Silver pieces they knew as currency and threw the change into the street, sending the small boy scrambling. Then, as he simply continued with his day. The slow, almost wandering pace continued towards the pub, where he stopped in for a drink with some of his fellow Deatheaters. As he sipped his beer, he glanced around. Something caught his eye. It was a small hooded boy. He seemed to be watching the Death Eaters at this particular pub intently. Smiling, he stood up and made his way towards the bar for another drink, stopping at the boy. "Anything I can help you with?" He asked. The boy's name was Micha. He was apart of the small cohort that was with Roslyn. The pub was usually a calm place, and it was always easy to survey, but on today of all days, that bastard Silvermane was here. Before he could say one word, Silvermane grabbed Micha by the back of his neck and threw him into some barstools. Immediatley the crowd got quiet and stood and looked at Silvermane. "What is your purpose." Silvermane stated plain fact, drawing his wand and pointing at Micha. Though this was not a good situation, Micha just tried to inch towards a wall or something. He spit a bit of blood and managed to utter a croak. "I. .. " He stammered, looking potentially in the face of death. He needed to tell the others, he knew the policy was to not leave a man behind in a sticky situation, but he was done for. There was no way he would be able to get out of this, even with the others. He met the eyes of Faust in the window of the pub and looked back towards Silvermane. "Fuck you." He said, spitting on the man's nice shoes. With that, the room illuminated in a green light, and one more voice from the resistance fell silent.

There was little choice in the matter. All of their herbs had either died in their attempts to make their own garden or had been nibbled on by hungry rabbits. Many things had rested on having the right spell and potion components. Unlike Muggles, who could easily improvise with swapping one thing with another, magic was a precise art. Even the most unstable of potions had to be mixed just right. It was a chore but Roslyn was never much for potions. Her skill lain in spell work and, more precisely, spell work that could cause a lot of damage. Very much like the wielder, the magic she was most akin to was combative. Hexes were another thing she could do without much effort. She could that potions drudgery to her subordinates. Fetching supplies for said potions, however, would be a job for her and three other people who could throw spells like her. With the way the Wizarding War had ended, Death Eaters were everywhere; crawling like the filthy bugs that they were. That infestation was something Roslyn planned to eradicate completely. The wall that had been separating Diagon Alley and the muggle world had been utterly obliterated. Like Voldermort had promised, regular humans fell beneath the yolk of wizards and the first step in that was exposing them to the witching world in the most brutal of ways. Slavery of muggles had become a rather popular sport. As she and the three others walked in she could see many with collars around their necks and being lead by leashes. Some were dressed in normal clothes, others had been given silks, still others were dressed as a house elf might be in rags and bits of things that should never have been on the body, and (disgustingly enough) there were the select few that were forced to be dragged around completely nude. She turned to her fellows, pulling back her hood ever so slightly, revealing the fiery red locks and brilliant blue eyes beneath the shadow of it. We will have to break up to find what we need. If we travel in a group of four it might seem suspicious. She leaned in close to whisper to them and, in the noise of the crowd, her words were nearly lost. We cant make it too long. Even dressed as rouge witch hunters, we may draw suspicions. A young man stepped forward and nodded his head. I will go towards the old bookstore; near the entrance of Knockturn. "Right, Faust." The woman returned the hood fully to her head and nodded. I will go to the places where the rest of you dont feel comfortable, alright? A sheepish sort a girl with brown hair nodded. "I heard that the new shop owner for the potions supplies store is just dreadful." "Then that is where I will go, Moira."

The little girl's comments made the crowd of Death Eaters burst with laughter. Apparently, they didn't know who they were dealing with. Silvermane was still not visible to the three who were now shrouded within a circle of Death Eaters. Silvermane was crouching over the body of the boy he had just slain, just checking him out. He had seen this type before, and Andrew Silvermane was not stupid. Digging through his pockets, and finding the chocolate frog card, he slid it into his pocket and grabbed the wand. Standing straight up again, he looked to see what all the commotion was about. Moving toward the group and hearing the banter back and forth between the Death Eaters and the group dressed similarly to the boy. Closing his eyes, he let out a sigh. Why did these pesky groups always spring up? First it was "The Boy who lived" and his stupid friends, then one Mr. Neville Longbottom had an uprising, which Silvermane personally shut down, and now it was this. Why can't people just learn to be obedient? As he walked towards them and pushed through the group, he looked down. He stood at 6'4, and just his very essence there seemed to dim the lights. If he would have been keeping count of his kills, like some muggle pilots do on the side of their planes, there would be far too many to count. He was not afraid of some stupid kids who thought they were going to make a difference in this world. Looking at the group and giving a nod, a flurry of Expellarumus spells came from the crowd disarming the three in front. "Do you know who I am?" Silvermane asked with a smile. He waited for a second as the Death Eaters recovered the fallen wands. Now they were nothing more than stupid muggles. How cute, they dressed alike and they were all fighting for the same cause. However, the Harry Potter incident only made the Death Eaters better. They knew what to look for, Voldemort had made more Horcruxes to replace the ones that the Potter boy had destroyed, and the likes of Bellatrix Lestrange and Lucious Malfoy, whom had almost lost the war for them had been dealt with. Silvermane was a new breed of Death Eater. The man was cruel. He looked at the group in front of him, yet something inside him told him not to deal with these as he dealt with the others. He enjoyed his job, he enjoyed causing pain, yet he felt as though he could make an example of these runts. "Go ahead. You may speak." He said, with a calm voice.

There was nothing Faust could do but watch in terror as Micha was slain. The killing curse worked too quickly to stop it. A flash of green light would make the large bay window that looked into the seedy little tavern bright for a moment. The other Death Eaters watched on in amusement while some muggle pets balked and pressed themselves against their owners legs. Such instant death seemed to frighten them considerably. Instantly Faust turned away and pulled out what appeared to be a Chocolate Frog card. On the front a strangely still Dumbledore looked up. Looking at it would show that it was not an actual card. He took out his wand and tapped it quickly to call the others. They needed to get the body out of there. The Dark Lord was a master when it came to Inferi and it was best not to risk their friend becoming one. Not only that, but Roslyn insisted on proper burials for all of her subordinates. As the card against her skin tingled Roslyn knew instantly that something was wrong. She had barely made it to the new potions shop. She looked up and saw Faust in the crowd, his expression was dim. Desperately she began to push her way through the crowd, withdrawing her wand. Some of the more aggressive witches and wizards tried their hand at making her pay for her rudeness, but she stunned them with blazing red sparks each time. A path of crumpled men and women fell behind her. Her hood fell down exposing her hair in a main of thick waves and unruly curls and at that point she was getting too much attention. Where?! Was all she said to Faust and he pointed in the way of the tavern. Both made their way into it. Moira found her way in as well, slipping in casually through the door. The Brown eyed, freckled faced girl blended in quite well to the background. It made her particularly useful to trips like this. That and her uncanny abilities for Charms were a great asset even though she was shy. Instantly Roslyn spotted the body of her ally and she swore loudly. Fuck me with a rail! Dirty, fucking, son of a- Ros we have bigger problems Moira squeaked. Her green eyes widened a moment as she looked around. They were quickly being surrounded. The three survivors pressed their backs to each other. Faust smirked. You call this big? Weve fought more and lived to tell the tale.

The other Death Eaters were too easy to distract. They just allowed some kids to outsmart them. He saw the little exchange that the red head and the boy had and soon enough he was hit by a Stupify curse. His anger started to build, yet his face still remained calm. Their leader was good. He was a big enough man to admit that. However, he was sick of these childish games. The catalyst for this whole ordeal was that fucking boy. He would be the first. Then, he would kill that clumsy sniveling runt who was looking for her wand. Finally, he would torture their leader, find out where all the others were hiding and then he would exterminate them. Getting to his feet and dodging yet another Stupify, he watched his subordinates run around with their heads cut off. If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. He seemed to melt into the chaos around them. Death Eaters were flying all around and he heard her shrill laughter. This is what put him over the edge. He needed to find an opening. His plan was perfect. He would make them suffer that was for damn sure. As the red sparks fell from his wand, Faust was enjoying himself. This was almost too easy. They were slowly paving their way towards the door and their escape. THey had been in worse situations and they had actually been able to get out of most of them. As they moved towards the door, Faust looked at Roslyn. He had always had a thing for her, and when they got out of THIS situation, he would make it apparent. However. . . "AVADA KEDAVRA" The green light was a blur and it hit him right in the chest. Immediatly dropping his wand, he fell to his knees and looked up at the girls still moving towards the door. A little gasp escaped his lips as the world faded to black. He never got to tell her, he never got his way. Right when he had enough courage to, he was struck down. To be honest, this was probably his fault. He had gotten cocky and this was the consequence. He completely forgot about Silvermane.

There were murmurs throughout the crowd as their wands went flying. The redhead was becoming quite the outlaw according to their whispers. A slight smile crossed her lips. It was true that she had become the poster child of that particular rebellion. She was beautiful and fiery and, desirably enough, a pureblood. Her wild magic had shocked and awed many; compared to her numbers she had taken down a good percentage of Death Eaters and loyalist to Lord Voldermort. In a twisted way most of them respected her aplomb and tenacity. Both she and Moira shot a look towards Faust, who simply nodded. They knew their task at the moment. Faust had, with his particular skills, saved them more than once. He was a master of wandless magic and occulemency. Sticky spots like this were his forte as it were. Distraction was what the girls had to do. No, should I? Roslyn asked with wide-eyed innocence. Though she knew bloody well who she was speaking with. This man was much more notorious than any other Death Eater she knew. He had been responsible for so many deaths and the very sight of him was repulsive. Santa Claus, I think. Hes just shaved the beard. Moira chipped in. There was a quake to the girls tone that Roslyn wished did not show. Santa what? Is that some fucking muggle bullshit? You said a swear! Now he wont give us presents like mummy and daddy said he would. Their childish banter did distract most of the Death Eaters in the room. Some of the muggle pets giggled at the act before them but were quickly silenced by the pull of their leashes and even some slaps across the face. Faust was quick to work. Three wands came flying back to their rightful owners and each made a grab for their own. As soon as Roslyn felt hers in her grip she aimed all around. Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy! Three shots were fired at the closest ones. More red sparks were flying from Fausts wand but not a word was said as he fired them off in a much more rapid succession than Roslyn could manage. However, poor Moiras wand had missed its target and she fells to the floor to scoop it up as quickly as she could. My wand! Death Eaters fell around them and Roslyn had to move to dodge stunning curses herself. A shrill bit of laughter escaped her. The thrill of this sort of game was what she liked the best. It was dangerous, yes, but she knew she was going to go out somehow, so why not with a blaze of glory?

The man's thin lips formed a sneer as he watched the fiery redhead lose her temper. The slimy man was one of his lieutenants, yet he strangely did not care that he was being tortured on the floor. After all, he did bring it on himself. However, as the fiery redhead lost her mind, some of Silvermane's better operatives took the notion to be one step ahead, disarming Moira and with an arm around her neck and three wands pointed at her, their escape route was cut off. Just to think, if they would have left that stupid little boy, as skilled as he was, they would have at least been able to escape with their lives. What a shame. The Death Eaters fell around her, writhing in pain, still being unable to recover. Silvermane took this oppurtunity to step out. It was quite the show and he wanted to show her that he appreciated her work. Simply smiling at her, Silvermane started to fire green bolts of another Unforgivable Curse at his fallen comrades. They were grunts anyway, when one fell there would be another three to take their place. That was what was nice about winning that last conflict, there were no shortage of cowards to follow blindly about behind the Dark Lord. Sure, Silvermane had a few favorites, but it wasn't anyone here. Silverman even took the time to meet eyes with the fiery redhead as a green bolt fired from his wand and hit the slimy man on the ground. Pointing his wand at her, he was ready to dispell whatever spell came at him. After all, his dueling skill alone allowed him to rise the ranks of the Death Eaters and he highly doubted she was the duelist to dethrone him. He knew how to block any spell. That was the key, he was a defensive duelist. "What a nice job." The man sneered as he looked at the work they had done. What was once a full room of blathering Death Eaters, only stood the grey haired man himself, the red haired hot head, a handful of Death Eaters, and of course her squeaky, less confident friend. As they stared each other down, he tried to decide what to do with her. In truth, he killed all of his own men, she didn't quite seem to have the guts. Sure it was one thing to use an Unforgivable Curse for the first time, and sure it was one thing to use the torture curse, but in the same sense, she had made an effort not to use the Killing Curse. She probably didn't have it in her. With skillful eyes, he noticed small things around them. First, there were the dead Death Eaters around him, then there was the attained member of her party behind her towards the door, then there was her. Yes, she had a look of pure anger and hatred around her, but there was something else. There was something about the two of them and something between them that would have made her so angry that he had fallen in battle. Friends? That was for sure. Siblings? No, she would be in a far less functioning state of mind should that have been the case. They were clearly more than just friends or co-workers. Silvermane picked up on this quickly. "I'm so sorry for that ill placed spell." He said as he slowly walked in a circle around her, wand still pointed at her to block any spell that would come his way. "I was actually aiming for you." He said with a laugh. "I mean, such a shame to end the life of such a skilled boy. I mean, WANDLESS MAGIC?" He said with more emphasis on that last part. "Who would have thought that someone who practiced that forgotten art actually still existed? And at a such a young age too." In truth, it was almost like Silvermane was stalling for time. What the hell was he going to do with her?

Faust! Roslyns voice shattered the din. She had caught the green light out of the corner of her eye. In the loud noises of the ferocious battle she could not hear the shout of the killing curse or else she would have attempted to set the source off his or her balance. That was a common tactic of hers, after all; to barrel into someone with fist flailing and wand forgotten. It was with the upmost horror that she watched him fall. In truth, she had developed feelings for him as well. He had always been so strong, clever, and confident that she sometimes felt as if she could follow him with wide, puppy eyes like all of the other girls in their small rebellion did. Instantly anger boiled inside of her and she jumped over Moira, whom had found her wand and was aiming well placed Jelly-Leg at the legs of their enemies. Death Eaters toppled over. It was rare when someone remembered the counter curse to such a rudimentary spell and, if she wasnt so angry, Roslyn would have complimented her friend on thinking outside of the box. Instead rage ruled her. Her wand pointed wildly. Unforgivable Curses meant nothing to her now. In times of duress things like that could be considered forgivable. But she did not care. Crucio! Someone went down and writhed in pain. Crucio! She directed another blow towards another man and he, too crumpled and screamed in agony. Which son of a bitch did it?! she demanded through clenched teeth. Tell me who and Ill spare the lot of you from pain! Ros youre scaring me. Moiras voice was a faint whisper but, someone was creeping behind her and she shot off a spell behind her. Stupefy! The sound of another crumpling to the floor was nearly completely lost. "Come now!" A particularly slimy man said as he approached her. "We should not be fighting so boldly. Roslyn, Roslyn I knew your father. The family Defoe has been quite the cherished fam-" The redhead did not even let him finish his sentence. She rose her arm and pointed directly at his chest. She screamed out the torturing curse and he fell to the floor, writhing.

The man let out a tiny laugh. As if she was going to be able to do anything to him. He was Andrew Silvermane, he did and said what he pleased. Still, he kept his focus and his eyes narrowed in on her. He watched her friend get groped and he just shook his head. He let out a laugh and then his eyes focused back on the girl in front of him. He wondered why she was being so upset, he was giving her friend a compliment. Sighing, he made a slow walk around the room. "I was giving your friend a compliment." He said as he just started her down. There was a lot of tension in the room obviously, but Silvermane didn't show anything. As far as he was concerned he had the upper hand in this fight. He had a hostage. There wasn't much now for there to happen, unless a compromise or something were to arise, but even with that said, what could she possibly offer him? She didn't have anything that she couldo ffer to Silvermane. Well, there was one thing. . . "Let your friend go?" The man said in a pompous tone. "And just why would I do that? The muggles wimpered. They sure didn't like to be in this situation and quite honestly most felt for the girl and the redhead. In fact, in some way they hoped they won this fight. Then maybe they would be free and be able to move onto more important matters, like back to their normal and everyday lives. . The man moved towards her friend and towards his fellow Death Eaters. He put his wand in her face and whispered some downgraded, disgusting things to her, and even made a motion to lick the side of her face. Should this fiery red head do anything, her friend would be struck down. Even then, his reflexes were far to fast. That's how one becomes a skilled duelist after all. He heard the squeal from the girl and he looked back towards her. The ball was in her court now.

A loud scream cracked through the room. They had Moira! Roslyn could not stop the noise as it tore from her lips to cut through the tavern again. How she wanted to cut through the all. Although Moira was much more timid than herself, she was a brave girl who did not deserve to be put in that situation. The girl squirmed in the arms of her captors but there was nothing she could do. A Death Eater in a shabby looking man groped at her through her robes and grinned towards Silvermane. Can I keep this one for a nigh or two before we get rid of her? The words made the brunette squeal loudly, which brought rancorous laughter from all who had a grip on her. Roslyn felt that same flame build inside of her once more. How dare they taunt a dear friend after killing another!? Again her wand raised but she had to jump out of the way of red sparks as they flew at her. One of the witches had snuck up on her and had meant to knock her out. The redheads infamy meant that there was a rather large bounty on her head to any who could bring her in as a prisoner. A green wall of light took the witch out rather speedily and Roslyn looked wildly around. Who else was on their side?! Then she saw the direction the Killing Curses were coming from. It was the bastard who had killed her Faust. Her lips curled into a vicious snarl and she fired off a disarming spell but it missed her target. He was moving too much around the room. Finally he came up to her and she clutched her wand tightly. You do not talk about him that way. She warned him in a dangerous tone. Let my friend go. She doesnt need to be groped at like a stuffed bear.

The man let out a little laugh. His mind worked. Any information he could get out of the redhead, he could most certainly get out of the whimpering piece of trash that had been accosted by his Death Eaters. He looked towards his men and they looked back, almost as it they were trying to communicate or something. Alas, his men were too stupid and he sighed to himself as he realized that there was no mental connection. He was going to have fun with this one, it's not often that someone as fiery and as beautiful just turns herself in to someone like Silvermane. The man was a piece of shit. He really was. He had few good qualities about him. There was no sense of compassion, no sense of decency, and furthermore, no sense of what was right and what was wrong. However, Andrew P. Silvermane was a business man. He valued things like someone's word and being a very good bargainer. When he said he would do something, kill someone, he did it. Usually within the next few days. So of course he would honor the bargain. The man behind Moira opened his mouth, but a cold look from Silvermane shut him up. The grip on the poor brunette tightened, as the man was growing more and more upset with Silvermane. He started to mumble to himself, out of anger but when a slap to the back of his head brought him back into reality, he quickly shut his mouth. This probably wasn't good because Silvermane was shooting him a look of death. Silvermane decided he would agree to her bargain. After all, it remained fact, whatever he could get out of the brunette, he could probably get even more information out of red head. If she was actually the leader, Silvermane could torture her, do what he wanted and get whatever information he could possibly get from the girl. He walked toward the brunette and picked up her wand from the ground. "Eleven, maybe twelve inches. Oak. with unicorn hair." He said as he looked it up and down. "Good make, nice flexibility." He pointed the wand at Moira and made a motion like he was casting a spell of some kind. Laughing to himself, he gave it another good look and dropped the wand. The next sound that was heard was the sharp sound of the wand snapping in half underneath Silvermane's foot. Moving back towards the redhead, wand still pointed at her he let out a smile, showing his perfect white teeth. "I agree to your deal." He said in joy. "Your wand please." He said holding his hand out.

I dont care what youre saying about Fa- Roslyn snarled but she cut herself whenever the Death Eater Silvermane walked towards her friend. Moira whimpered as the words were whispered to her. She shook her head nearly violently as the tongue pressed against her cheek. Tears fell down her cheeks though she was one to cry in captivity. Anyone was, especially when they were being pawed at and treated like a piece of meat. Men were disgusting creatures. The others that had a hold of Moira laughed heartily and another squeezed at her chest, making her cry out even more. Ros help me! she begged. The redhead was trembling now. She did not know what to do. Should she trade herself from Moiras safety? Could these horrible men even be trusted to do that or would they both be taken captive? She clutched her wand tightly in her hand and her pale blue eyes darted around. There had to be something she could use to her advantage. Something out of place that she could use as a distraction. For the most part this little fight had gone very much the way of most muggle showdowns and gunfights. Outside of the box, Roslyn, outside of the box! How could she though with his wand pointed so menacingly in Moiras face? Roslyn did not want to lose another friend. She had already lost Micha and Faust- her beautifully clever and brave Faust. Moira may have not been nearly as courageous as the rest of them but she was loyal and funny and compassionate. Let her go and I will come with you willingly, Roslyn finally said through clenched teeth. Shes a good girl. I, on the other hand, have wounded many of your kind and planned attacks that have depleted your resources. I am the one whos face leers hideously from those wanted posters plastered about Perhaps she could play to his vanity. If he brought in the leader of the most notorious rebel group it would elevate his standing even more. Her look was steely and her stance was stiff. Even now she did not cry; determination and gall were etched on her soft features.

With a nod, two Death Eaters swooped around Roslyn. one snatching her wand, and the other putting a spell onto her wrists that acted as some kind of handcuff binding. With their new prisoners, and exactly on queue, the Death Eaters all turned into black smoke and flew out the window, laughing the entire way, leaving Moira behind in the bar. Alone. He was a man of his word. As they flew, a quick sleeping spell was placed on the redhead. The room they had placed her in was dark and made of stone. It was cold and damp. With her wand seperated from its owner, it was very easy to manipulate her without much resistance. They had a pair of muggle handcuffs around her wrists, a blindfold over her eyes, and she was sitting on a wooden chair. This was Silvermane's interrogation room. Something that he used and loved to use quite often. As she was coming around, Silvermane was elsewhere trying to appease his dark lord. Kneeling before him, Voldemort said something in his Parceltongue. Silvermane could understand it, but he couldn't speak it. As Voldemort spoke, Silverman just nodded in understanding. To sum things up, Voldemort wanted him to just get some information out of her and then he said he could do what he wanted. "Yes, my lord." He said as he stood and walked out of the room, head still bowed. As he exited, he made his way towards the interrogation room. Sitting on the other side of the table across from her, he uttered a few choice words, and a green mist came out of his wand and into her face. This was the awakening spell. Soon, she would come around and she would be very groggy. However, it would take her a second to come to her quick senses, so he decided he would play around with her. He did have a piece of Faust's hair after, perhaps a Polyjuice potion was in line. . .

The sound of the cracking wand practically broke Moiras heart. Her expression was shattered; her mouth hung agape and her eyes were wide and rimmed with tears. Beneath the fingers of the Death Eaters she trembled half with anger and half with despair. Roslyn could not blame her. There was something very special about the connection between a witch and her wand. They were like best friends and companions. Rage bubbled inside of the redhead for Moira. Let her go first. Roslyn spat at him. I wont be unarmed with her still in the clutches of your goons. What had he expected from this all? She was not fool enough to give up something so precious. Not when it was her and Moiras only lifeline in this whole situation. Her grip on her wand grew tighter and more desperate still. She had had that wand since she had been eleven years old. Thirteen inches, ash, with phoenix feather as the core. It was a wand for the incredibly stubborn and spirited. It was very much a reflection of what she was inside. To see it snapped for no good reason would throw her into a blinding rage. She had not experience with that Death Eater. All she had heard was secondhand tales of his cruelty. For all she knew he would eagerly take her wand, snap it, and then slay Moira without a second thought. The other Death Eaters were become weary of the game that was being played out. They wanted to go home or return to drinking or whatever other things men such as those did in such establishments. Let her go and youll get my wand and me. Moira cried out. Dont! Get out of here! Youre more important than I am! Roslyn did not even dignify that with a response. Moira always had romantic ideals when it came to their small resistance group. She had always imagined Roslyn to be some great saint of sorts leading her warriors through the shaff that were the Death Eaters. As if she were some bloody Joan D'Arc. Instead she turned towards Silvermane and took a step towards the two with her arms up in surrender. "I haven't got all day." she told him with a tone of impatience.

The man sitting at the table loved mind games. He loved to make his victims panic. Sure, it was one thing to get information out of someone through torture or some kind of truth telling serum, but that was much less fun than seeing the panic on someone's face. Hearing the fear quiver in someone's voice, or better yet, seeing their bodies shake with pure panic. He sat and watched as she processed what had been going on. This was Silvermane's sick pleasure, this was what he liked to do. Break people. Make them bend to his will, make them putty in his hands. There was only one he had not been able to break, and it was not Voldemort. It was a woman named Rose, his now deceased wife. Smelling the cold air to himself, he pushed out from under the desk and his chair screeched against the floor. He moved towards her. He had let her friend go as he had promised, however, if she or any of them were to cross him again then they would be dealt with harsh consequences. He was a noble man. Head of the prestigious Silvermane Estate. Father of three, two were deceased now, killed in the fucking first war, and the other worked directly under him. His wife, as aforementioned was named Rose. She was disgusted with the man he had become and commited suicide, leaving an almost empty shell of the former Andrew Silvermane. He had been an auror, one to bring down the Dark Lord, but soon corruption and hate filled him after his sons had died, and this is what had become of him. "Tell me about your little resistance group." He started with. He knew he wouldn't get anything from her with that simple question. He knew that she was going to try and spit on him or give him some useless remark along the lines of: Fuck you, or even "Burn in hell, yet these things never phased him. She was probably a dirty mudblood, who tried to fight for what was righteous in the world, what she wanted to see, what she wanted everyone to hear. She probably wanted to die a martyr for the cause, maybe have a statue erected in her honor, but Silvermane wasn't going to give her the chance. He was far too proud. Why should she benefit in the long run because of him? No, he fate was that of embarassment and failure. The noise of heavy footsteps, dripping water, even an occasional fly buzzing here and there could be heard through the silence. He didn't expect her to talk, and he almost hoped that she didn't. A heavy inhale, and the man walked to her back, untying her blindfold and moving to sit back in his seat at the table, as to get a good look at her. She certainly was not terrible looking, yet something about her seemed oddly familiar. He had never caught her last name, though the grunts seemed to know her quite well. She had been running rampant in his parts, yet seemed to stay under the radar from his watchful gaze. Fucking grunts, want to handle things themselves. Who knows how many her little group had been able to kill? Sitting very taut, very proper, he sighed again. "Why don't you tell me about yourself?"

This was Hell to her. Roslyn disliked the idea of being taken alive but there was no choice in the matter. Moira deserved a happy life. She deserved more than interrogation and death. Still there was resistance from the spicy redhead as they snatched her wand from her and put her in those magical cuffs. A tearful sob escaped from the pixie-like brunette and Roslyn looked towards her to mouth something but, in a flash, they had taken her away in a swarm of laughter and a bilious cloud of black smoke. Where she ended up she did not know. Her head was spinning madly as she came to; throbbing with pain and confusion. Had they been able to knock her out or had she shamefully fainted? The latter did not seem possible but she hated herself if either one were true. She was stronger than these damned cowards who hid behind painted skulls and black hoods! As she tried to pull arms out to stretch, she hissed. Sharp pain shot from her shoulders and came down to her wrists. Cold metal bit against the skin of her wrists. What was this then? If she had been more in her senses she would have realized that they had tied her to a chair. Hello? she called out into the room. Nothing answered her back except her own voice, thick with exhaustion. She had not realized that it was a wizard that had awoken or what dastardly deeds he had planned for her. Just my luck. Panic started to settle in. She could not see. She could not even throw up her arms to defend herself. What sort of curses would be flung at her to torture her into giving up information? Her lips would remain sealed through all of it. Roslyn was not the type to give up the secrets of her friends and fellow freedom fighters. The prospect of torture, however, did not thrill her.

"All very interesting." The man said with a interested tone. The man had known many a Defoe. They were all very good Deatheaters, though he wondered if they had any relation with her. However, he was a man that never thought to big into relationships, especially with subordinates. Standing back up and moving back to her, he placed the blindfold back around her head, unsure as to why he had even taken it off of her. Now it was time for his interrogation process to begin, and he very much revelled in the fact that she was a very attractive young female. With the blindfold back into place, he put his hand on her shoulder and Apparated her and the chair to a new location. In this location, the sun was shining bright, there were birds chirping, and there was even a waterfall in the background. Someone had told Silvermane that this is where one went when they wanted to relax, and that's exactly what he wanted her to do. Relax. That was part of his interrogation technique. Besides, he was going to torture her, but he wasn't going to be bringing her pain. Moving back over to her and putting a hand on her shoulder, he breathed in slowly and even took a moment to brush her fiery red hair out of her face. Moving back to another table that was in this little area, he picked up his wand. He Accio'd a few potion making supplies and began to mix the potion. Letting her sit and stew for about an hour or two until the redish, pink potion was finally finished. It had an odor of freshly picked strawberries, oysters, and even a hint of something as simple as saffron. All muggle ingredients, but all suspected aphrodisiacs. Smelling the potion and deeming it was almost ready, he dropped one final touch into it, some wormwood, almost to act as a thickening agent. As he moved back towards her, his wand in hand, he muttered a curse under his breath."Imperio."He said as his wand was trained on her. "You will drink the potion I pour down your throat." He said as he tipped her head back. Pouring all but a little bit of the pink potion down her throat, and making sure she swallowed it, he took the curse off of her and moved to sit back down in the chair behind the desk. "What you just drank was a potion that will increase your sexual arousal to an unbearable point unless you do something about it." He said in a very flat tone. The only problem that was posed to her was, her hands were bound behind the chair. Let the fun begin.

Roslyn chewed on her tongue. Did he expect her to simply answer his question? There was no chance in bloody Hell that she would give up the information he wanted her to. The men and women of that resistance group had become her family. She expected to take any information she had about them and the group to her grave. A sharp intake of breath was taken and she twisted her arms behind her. Those damned metal muggle cuffs. Magic could be, if the person had a strong enough will, broken. Many had resisted the controlling curse because of a strong will. However muggle made contraptions such as these metal bands thoroughly confounded her. The sound of footfall encircled her and she felt his eyes upon her. Her fingers flexed and she ground her teeth. The blindfold kept out any signs of light and all she could see was darkness before her. There was nothing more at that time than to be able to at least see what was happening. Finally the footsteps stopped behind her and the cloth had been taken from her eyes. She blinked dramatically as the light came flooding across her sight and blinded her for a brief moment. After a second the brightness faded away and the room came into sight. It was not as glamorous as she had imagined it to be. For some reason she had gotten the notion into her head that everything a high ranking Death Eater owned was opulent. Her bright blue eyes followed the path of a buzzing fly before locking on the graying man who sat before her. Why should that matter? she asked coolly. At least she felt less panicked now that she had her sight though, really, she did not know if that was better or worse. Now she could see what was going to happen to her and would be defenseless. Your type isnt exactly the type to actually care who they are torturing for information I imagine. However, to answer your question I am Roslyn Defoe; blood traitor and shame to the Defoe name.

Clearly, the girl did not know the potion was simply fulfilling her urges. The man just sat there and let her freak out. It was fucked up, but who was to say torture was meant to be humane and legal. Just ask the muggles what happened when they tried to interrogate the Muggles in the ways that were humane. It didn;t quite work did it? Just look at the situation they were in now. They were kissing the feet of the ones that had liberated the rest of the wizarding community, even if they hadn't realized it. The red head could yell, scream, curse do what ever she needed to do in order to feel better about what was happening but that was the nature of the interrogation. She had tipped the chair over and now he would move and continue with the process. Using magic to grab the chair and have it follow him, he led it over to a stone wall in the middle of the little grotto. He knew that if he released her cuffs she would just be trying to claw his face, however, as he got there, he just placed another Imperius curse on her. "Stay calm and don't move." He said as he unrestrained her. Pushing her over to the wall and using such things as muggle chains reinforced with magic, he chained her to the wall, moving away again, the chair disappeared and there she was, restrained in a modern day muggle way. Modern day that there was a tinge of magic laced in those cuffs, and he sat back in his own chair. Releasing her as he walked away. Pulling out a pipe, he patted in some tobacco and waieted for long enough to start questioning her. This was his form of torture on her, and he felt that this was fitting for a fucking sniviling little cunt. He would know where the rest of her friends were and even her friend known as Moira would die. It was his job, find the stragglers and the revolters and bring them into justice. Tapping his fingers and puffing his pipe, he listened to her pleas and her anger, finding it the slightest bit arousing. Everything was going to plan. He ws going to break her. Get her to crumble at his feet and beg the Deatheater to please her. Then, he would make her his personal pet, the one hundreth resistance group that he had crushed under his foot. Something that he deserved and something he was sure the Dark Lord would grant him. For him, the fun was just beginning. .

To her dismay he placed the cloth back over her eyes, effectively blinding her again. A growl sounded in her throat and her hands twisted behind her in a vain attempt to free them. Of course they would not come free. Whatever spell he used to tie her to that chair had been skillfully and effectively cast; the only thing she could do was move her fingers. The pressure on her shoulder did not help her agitation any and she had to fight the urge to turn her head and snap at his fingers. There was a pop and the strange, pinching feeling that came with Apparation. When they appeared at their destination, a warm breeze caressed her exposed skin and she felt the heat of the sun on her. A birds song was on the air that accompanied the trickling and crushing sound of a fast moving body of water. A long while passed by with little sound, save for the bubbling of the cauldron he was brewing some sort of potion in and the natural noises around them. Nervousness curled in her stomach as she waited. A few times she nearly came to speaking but she would not give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was getting beneath her skin. Instead she took the horrible silence in stride and mused inwardly, finally allowing herself to relax somewhat. Whatever was going to come, was going to come, and she could not do anything about it. The scent of the potion was strong by the time it had finished and she could easily catch strawberries and something oddly fishy within the aroma. Odd. Already her mouth was watering and she, for some reason, clamped her legs together tightly. At first she had been sure he was brewing some sort of truth potion but now Roslyn was not so sure. A curse was whispered beneath his breath and there was no preparing for it. Even with her strong will she could not avoid being put beneath his control. Although she would have tilted her head back and taken the potion easily, he tilted her head back anyway and practically forced it down her throat. She swallowed every last bit of the odd tasting brew. Instantly heat spread through her and shot strait for her loins. Even before he had told her what he had done, she knew. You bastard! she exclaimed once he released her. She rocked in her chair. You disgusting, vile, prickhead! Slimy little! The feeling pressed more heavily between her legs. A throbbing had started there, hot and heavy. All of her growls turned into whimpering and she rocked harder against the seat of the chair but the ropes were taught. She could not even grind herself against them and, instead, she moved so hard that she fell over. Her red hair fluttered all about her and her body hit the ground with a soft thud. Sweat formed on her forehead. Brew the goddamned cure! She cried out shrilly. This is sick! Even for a Deatheater, this is fucked up!

Shaking his head slowly, though he knew she couldn't even see him, he spoke. "Only to the special ones." He said with a slight tinge in his voice. The pipe continued to smoke and every once in awhile he would toke and poke at it with a wooden match, keeping the nicely lit flame inside the bowl glowing. The air dispersed into the wind and Silvermane smiled as he looked over the side of what appeared to be a little carved out grotto on the side of a mountain. They were a few thousand feet up, but with the use of magic and muggle slaves, Silvermane had turned this area into his own little hideout of sorts. The silver haired man brushed his locks aside. He was a simple man really, patient, caring when it came to his work, careful, and able to withstand many enemies. He had the ability to process things really quick and come up with a concise, quick, and effective plan to getting the things that he wanted. She was starting to beg and her will was starting to falter, however, he didn't warrant her pleas with even a noise. No response, no nothing. Perhaps something would come out of her if she thought she was alone. There was a silence that hung in the room. Something that could make even the strongest muggle criminal shoved into solitary confinement to break. The waterfall sounded dim in the area where the new wall that she was confined to was located. Silvermane's long and slender fingers tapped against his table. On his fingers, a ring that formerly belonged to Lucious Malfoy, one of the Dark Lord's horcruxes (which he got from disposing of Miss Bellatrix Lestrange,) and finally a ring which bore the crest of the Silvermane family, proud and majestic. With dim eyes, he looked over her. Her form was starting to sag and weaken. There was a noticable spot forming on her pants and her voice was beginning to fade, not much but just a little. These were the types of things he was noticing. He let her beg and plead him for a few minutes longer. All he wanted to know right now was information. He had checked to see if she had any wires on her, any communication to the outside world, and for all he knew, she was clean. However, should he get the information he needed, he would take care of them himself. Finally, after about an hour or two, which for her must have seemed like an eternity, he spoke. "Where are your friends and where is the location of the headquarters." His tone was very calm. He knew she must be close.

He began to drag her to an unknown place through magic. She felt the tug at the back of her chair as she was pulled along. Fear should have been her natural response. There was no saying what was going to happen to her. Those moments could have been her last but she could not think about even being terrified. All her body wanted was that sexual release. There was a sick satisfaction that pooled in her stomach as he chained her to the wall and muttered the Imperio curse. The potion was making her crazed. The heat of his body felt wonderful. Even the brief contact he had with her as he tied her to a wall made her want more. Disgust mingled with the raging lust. How could she want him to touch her?! Rebelling against the curse was impossible, however, so she simply took the strange and horrifying torture. Her legs pressed together again and she twisted herself in her bindings. So do you do this to all of the women you capture? She questioned through spittle. The anger in her tone was evident and she did not even bother to cover it. A powerful wave shook her. Pressure centralized in her clit; making it painful. She cried out. Sick, disgusting, asshole! Again she cried out as the throbbing became worse. Tears sprung to her eyes. This was the worse pain that she had ever gone through. Fiery and passionate, her lusts had never gone unfulfilled. Her fingers twitched. Impulsively they wanted to go between her thighs to stroke the pain into delicious pleasure. Wetness pooled in her panties and soaked them through. If she were naked, droplets would have been rolling down her thighs. Make it stop! Make it stop! she finally pleaded. The Crucio curse was welcomed at that point.

How cute. She didn't want to rat her friends out because they were her "family." Silvermane, of course, was not going to let that answer fly. She could just stay in a state of frustration and need for the rest of time as far as he was concerned. Besides, what the hell was she going to do, she was as helpless as a fucking muggle child. Silvermane never bought on to the idea that the muggles were inferiors to be perfectly frank, he merely joined the cause because. Well, his reasons were his own. Moving slowly to her, he knelt down next to her and with his long, slender, and pale fingers touched her inner right leg, moving it in a sensual motion, taking great care to get close but not too close to her throbbing area. His hand was wet with her juices and now, with his touch, he was just tantalizing her. Teasing her, making her in that much more frustration. He had truthfully never used the potion for this long, so he had to commend the girl that she was doing a fine job of resisting, but it was only going to get worse. The once fiery redhead was miserable now. Pathetic even. All becaue she wouldn't disclose the location of her friends. She was once so proud, yet once she had met him for the first time, all things had changed it seemed. The man almost looked at her with pity. Almost. However, he needed the information and he couldn't let her move on without it. "I am afraid I need that information." He said with a sigh as his hand moved ever so close. It wasn't as though he liked this. Well, he did, but that was beside the point. He wanted that information so he could squash another rebellion. Granted, this was a new type of interrogation he was working with, and the potion could be much more powerful. If need be, he would take things down that route. If it were up to him, this little group would be squashed that evening, and Roslyn would help him do so. It was not a hard thing to do and they didn't stand much of a chance. Even if they went into hiding, Silvermane would find them.

The silence was worse for her. If he had made a sound, had argued with her even then she would have been able rage out in his direction. Then she would have been able to ignore, to a slight extent, the painful pulse that was going through her body. The seconds crawled by painfully slow. Blood sounded louder and louder inside of her ears until the sound of the waterfall and birds. Her breathing caught in her chest as she yelled, begged, and demanded that he let her free. It did not take long for her vigor to turn into sobs of frustration and of desperate need. This was more sadistic than the things she had been told. Death Eaters had been known for their abject and wanton cruelty. Never had she imagined that one would stoop to using sexual arousal to twist information from their captives. The amount of time that had passed was unknowable to her. It had to still be early within the day. The sun was still warm and the breeze only held a slight coolness. Her puss had soaked through her pants at that point and a large wet spot was completely visible. She could feel the wet material of her pants pressed against legs. What she wanted to do was meet his calm tone and horrible question with fire. Her friends were the only thing that she had. Her family had disowned her. Even though she could not see him, she lifted her head in his direction. A tongue came out to lick at her full, yet dry lips. I I Her voice sounded truly pathetic. I cant. Theyre all Ive got, those people. I promised to protect them! Truly she sounded miserable.

The man laughed to himself. She would only be hurting herself. Sliding off her pants and peeling off her panties, he now soaking wet pussy was exposed to the cool, comfortable air of the outside. He made a move to remove her shirt also, taking great care into not ripping it or tearing it. When he got her fully nude, he walked her clothes over to the desk and set them down. Her pants and panties were soaked in her own juices, which was something he found quite interesting from a girl that was a proud and strong as she was. He half expected her to be a lesbian, and the one that wore the pants in the relationship at that, but it seemed it didn't even matter, now she was in the palm of his hand. With the noise of heavy footsteps he made his way back to the poor helpless girl. Kneeling down next to her, he placed his cold hand on her now bare inner thigh. Moving it ever so close to her slit, however, never touching it, he leaned in close. His mouth was right next to her ear and his warm breath blowing against that side of her face. "Just give in and tell me where your friends are." He whispered, pecking lightly at her cheek, nibbling at her earlobe and even moving to place tender kisses down her neck. Did he want to do much else? Sure, but he wanted the information that she concealed a whole lot more. He rubbed his hand across her stomach, moving closer to her spewing pussy, but still, never went as far as to touch it. The man thought, should he end this torture, grant her release? No. He was going to wait for her to break so he could finish this chapter and maybe think about what he was going to do with her. It was unclear in his mind where he wanted to go with this. He could humiliate her, like he had humiliated all the other potential leaders of all the other potential revolutions. He could keep her for himself, perhaps as a little pleasure slave on the side whilst he finished his ever important work for the Dark Lord. There was no way the man would be able to court her, especially after this, but even then, a romantic relationship for Silvermane? And with the fiery redhead? There was no possible way. Silvermane wouldn't even consider it. However, she did remind him of his Sylvia. Shaking the thoughts out of her head, he got back to his work. Running his finger along the outside of her slit, and giving her neck another tender kiss, he smiled. "It could be so easy. This entire thing could be done with." He said as he traced it some more. Only the tip of his finger bothering to break the seal that her two lips formed. Silvermane was very good at being patient.

Roslyn bit down on her lip. Sweat rolled down her face and she strained against the chains again. Of course this did not do anything to help her. Instead the metal bit into her wrist and ankles, causing temporary pain. A pain that did not match the agony that beat itself in hungry thumps and rumbles, not by a long shot, and she growled at him. The touch against her thigh made things a thousand times worse. Her eyes clenched tightly together and she trembled from desperation. The fire licked desperately inside of her and it felt as if she was burning from the inside out. Damn you! she whined. She wanted the words to be sharp but with that potion pumping through her veins, all she could manage was a rather pitiful sound. There are different ways to get information! Why this way? What is the matter with you!? Her lips twisted. Damn him? Damn her for being so weak minded! The Imperius curse could easily be brushed off by someone with a will such as Roslyns (when she wasnt being thoroughly terrorized), the Cruciatus Curse was just as easily dealt with, even the Killing Curse would be welcomed with open arms at this point, but this was too foul to be ignored. Why, she was shocked that he didnt have a supply of Veritaserum for such purposes. Then again he probably took pleasure in causing as much despair and pain. Just a little rub, she pleaded suddenly. It wont take much now. Just a touch, I am sure.

The man had gotten what he wanted, but even then, there was still more information to be attained at hand. Smiling as he had gotten the information he had wanted, he gave her what she had been wanted and pushed more than just the tip of her finger into her tight slit. Just a little reward for being a good little torture victim. The man let her have a moment and still teased he a little bit more, feeling around inside with the one finger, before withdrawing it. "What kind of spells." He said frankly. "Tell me in detail." He said as he leaned in and licked the side of her face. Nothing really, just something to show his dominance. He was taking great pleasure in this. He did know that he was a little bit of a screwball sometimes. She was quite an intricate specimen, a nice little body, well toned and quite the face and set of teeth on her. At that moment, a thought crossed his head. How hadn't Godric's Hollow been destroyed? He figured that was one of the first things that the Dark Lord would do. Had they rebuilt it? If they had, was there some kind of Underground Railroad there? Silvermane was well versed in the likes of Muggle studies, afterall, if we didn't learn from history, we were doomed to repeat it. He waited for his answer as the thought to himself. Should he overrun the tiny little village with lots of Death Eaters, how would the small group hold up. Looking back down to the girl, he added to his inquiry. "How many are there." He simply stated again, knowing that he would get the answer out of her one way or another. Sure, he would be able to just use a truth telling serum on her, or some other form of torture where pain to extremities were more the focus, but this was so much more fun. . .

She feared him, she realized, as he began to undress her. The act of removing her clothes further showed her how helpless she was. There would be something that he noticed, likely, that made her feel more exposed. Roslyn was picky with her hygiene and there was not a trace of hair beneath her head on her body. The redhead clearly took care of herself physically as well. Lean muscle sculpted her body in delicious, toned curves. Another cry ripped from her as his hand teased along her inner thighs. More of her juices trickled down her legs. The man had to get some satisfaction out of this sick form of interrogation! Her lips screwed together tightly and she shook her head violently. His hand traced along her taught stomach and he whispered into her ear, the heat from his words made a tremble go down her spine. What would happen after she broke, for now she was certain that he would not let her ever feel anything but this until she did; death was out of the question? Momentarily an image of Moira flashed in her mind, followed by the image of her dearest Faust. Then their faces were lost in the searing heat of her lust. A tip had entered her! Her toes curled. Godrics Hallow. She whispered finally. Were based in Godrics Hallow. Protection spells have been splattered all over the area powerful protection spells.

The man wondered how long it would take to get her to cum and what she would do after the potion wore off. She would probably be ridden with shame and guilt. However, she had given the information he required. She must have underestimated the Death Eaters thinking that they wouldn't be able to get through their barriers and there were at least 50. Thinking to himself for a second, he realized that he could send a task force of Death Eaters that he had personally trained, therefore he knew they were the bes they had, or he could send a wave of Death Eaters, doing what they needed to do to get through the barrier. Standing up, he had all the information he wanted from her, yet he would not remove her blindfold. Not just yet. Heavy footsteps seemed to walk away from her, and there was silence for a second as Silvermane took his robe off and put it around the chair. Undressing further so he was in the nude also, it was time to have some fun and give the redhead what she had wanted. Stroking himself for a second and getting himself to have a fully erect cock, he moved back over to her. The footsteps weere actually silent as his heavy shoes were off, and he leaned down to her. She could probably feel his presence near her, but he moved his cock towards the opening of her slit. Deciding to see how far he could take this thing, he pressed his lips against hers without any warning and even moved to push her lips open with his tongue, feeling the outside of her teeth before retracting. If he was going to fuck her senselessly like the little revolutionary she was, he was going to do it right. He was between her legs now, teasing her opening by trailing his cock on the outside, this was going to be fun. Finally, he lifted her legs up in his hands to give him better access to her, and he pushed into her, planting another passionate kiss on her lips. She seemed pretty tight, and he wondered who had gotten to use her before him. There was no foreplay, there would be none, he would just use her, then move on to the mission of destroying her revolution and running Godric's Hollow into the ground. Slowly, he began to thrust into her. The man wondered if this was considered rape, she did want it didn't she?

A finger had slipped inside of her! A shudder went through her body and her chains rattled slightly. Just when she thought she was about to cum (as she had thought it did not take long to work her up to that), he took his delightfully wriggling finger out of her now spilling snatch. A look of indignation crossed her features! She had given him what he wanted! Of course she left out certain little bits that were important. The surface of the small alcove had been obliterated by Voldermort himself as a sign of his victory but beneath is where her resistance had found shelter. Of course. She groaned loudly. He wanted to know more information. He tongue moved across her face. This normally disgusting act took on new meaning in their situation. It made her more acutely aware of the power he wielded over her. Spells! Charms! Ah Roslyn could barely think. All she knew was that he had stopped giving her that pleasure right when she was about to explode and now she was in more agony than before. Whatever she and her fellows had cast around the husks of homes that served to cover the entries into their underground headquarters slipped out of her sex craved mind. Theyll be nearly impossible to break through, though! By the second she was becoming less and less rational. Until the potion wore off she knew that it was going to be dreadful. Clearly he did not intend to actually fulfill the pleasure that was needed. It was only a ploy to get her to open her mouth. Shame filled her. A lot. She managed out. Perhaps nearly fifty that live there; more whom come in for missions so much more. The resistance had grown in size over the last year that she had been running the show. Slowly they were getting support and slowly they were building their supplies. Fifty or so had moved to the headquarters simply because their homes and families had been destroyed by Death Eaters. The others came in for planning. Roslyn had seen more than two hundred faces at least.

The man slowly thrust into her, withdrawing and beginning the whole process over again. However, his inner demon wanted to see the girl's eyes. He had never slept with an enemy before and he wanted to see the lust in hey eyes, reaching up and pulling the blindfold off of her face, he watched her reaction as the light blinded her, but kept thrusting into her using his arms to prop her up a bit. The man had to admit, this was the first intimate interaction Silvermane had had with anyone for quite awhile. It was something that he needed to do more often, as he often found himself tightly wound, about to do something crazy or something that he would regret in the future. There was no worse combination for Silvermane, being out of "action" for several months and returning after doing the Lord's bidding to perfection and getting chewed out for something by the Dark Lord. Turning back to her, he leaned down and placed a little bite, right on her neck, as his strained face let out a grunt. This was a pretty nice area for a man so cold and dark inside. The waterfall, the grass, the birds, they all added a nice area and a nice vibe, though the two who were actually doing the fucking, clearly had clashing personalities and ideals about the whole wizarding world. The man continued, he thought it was quite odd that he was fucking a girl who was shackled against the wall, however, he would unlock her if he wasn't as paranoid as he was. If he unlocked her, she would probably make a move to alert her friends of their impending doom, tell them to scatter and scramble their forces, even conscript some more people to die for their cause, and that was something Silvermane just could not stand for.

Roslyn wondered where he walked off to. She had heard him walk away. The heaviness of his boots even in the soft grass made a thudding sound. A whimper escaped her lips. How could he leave her like that?! He made her give out the information on her resistance and now he was leaving her to stew in her own juices until that terrible potion wore off. God help her when that potion did finally break its hold over her. He returned. Although she could not see, she could feel him all around her. The heat from his body and the tension between them caused the fair, nearly invisible hairs on her arm to stand on end. Revulsion was overtaken by the need that she had. All she could think about was getting it. Unlike the other revolutionaries under her care, the redhead was nearly celibate. Of course, like any hot blooded woman, she like a good go in the sack but she was selective. Only the bravest men had been allowed inside of her. Now a man that was domineering, manipulative, and slimy was poised outside of her gushing cunt. His mouth pressed so hard against hers that she thought he was going to crack her teeth. His tongue pressed inside of her mouth in a stark act of dominance. She was sure that was what this was about. He did not very much find her attractive but he got off on the power he held over her. He played with her body some, rubbing his throbbing member up and down her opening until she couldnt take it any longer. Before she could plead with him again, however, he had lifted her legs and thrust inside of her. A startled gasp came from her and she tried to inch away. It felt good and she wanted it, yes, but it was intense and she was frightened. The slow thrusting soon quieted that fear and she let out a soft moan. Her muscles tightened. She wanted to thrust back and to dig her nails into his skin. Roslyn had always been a scratcher and was bitey as well.

Just like that, she was done, and with one final thrust and one final groan, so was he. Cumming inside of her, he placed another passionate kiss on her lips before pulling out of her and standing up. His slender, pale body was hunched over, and he moved back towards his clothes. He would leave her there, it wasn't as though he could just let her loose, then what would happen. He would deal with her after he was all finished with dealing with her friends. Putting his robes on, he didn't even bother to look at her before Apparating to gather his troops. There he was, standing before a legion of Death Eaters. His task force standing behind him, they were well disciplined killing machines. They would go in last and help clean up the mess that the other Death Eaters would cause. The new Death Eater order was gaining numbers every day, however, any opposition they faced would be eliminated. They would take no prisoners, nor would they leave any survivors. Silvermane gave his little speech, a pretty basic one, they would not all make it back, and all the fine jazz that came with the duty of being a leader as he was. With that, they moved out, taking care to ready his own wand. Moving slowly towards Godric's Hollow, he didn't even know where to begin. Looking around at the smoldering buildings that were still up, they must have had an underground area. He had brought along a few of his smarter more intelligent members to help figure out where they were. It wouldn't take long for them to run this order into the ground. The Death Eater would go about this the way that he would go about any job, with care and precision. As the intellegence operatives figured out where they were hiding, the revolutionaries probably had time to figure out what their plan to counter attack was. There were only three of them investigating Godric's Hollow, the rest of the troops would come afterward when they actually knew where to atack.

There was lust in her eyes, that was true, but there was something else burning behind them too. The anger there likely told him that if she got free, ever got free, that she would completely and utterly destroy him. That was for damn sure; she would not just kill him. She would make him pay for this. Though, at that present moment, all she could think about was the pleasure. Sickeningly, being able to see his face as he used her body added more to that excitement. The more he pushed inside of her, the louder she became. Her curls bounced and moved with his rocking and she bit her lip to stifle her moans. He was relaxing during all of this but she was practically crawling the walls of her own skin. She hated being unable to act to anything. All she could do in that scenario was react, a scream issued from her as he bit down on her neck. The hours the potion had worked on her body caused her to be ultra sensitive. Every thrust inside of her was wet and noisy. Her pussy began to tighten around him as her eyes rolled back in her head. She was going to explode! She did not hold anything back and instead let herself feel anything. Not that she had much of a choice in the matter. This had been burning for long, long while. Finally she slumped in her chains, panting from it. Sweat rolled down the side of her face and she felt dazed. She tilted her head down, no longer able to look Silvermane in the face. If she only had her wand! That was something she never, ever should have given up. Although it was a noble thing to do, it had resulted in this. Though she never could have foreseen such a torture routine.

Intellegence had turned to him. "We have probably waited a bit too long." He said with a sigh. "They probably moved their weaker members and left some kind of diversionary force." He said as he moved, standing closer to the outside of the village. "We will need to take a high ranking member of that revolution hostage, that way we can get him or her to tell us what we would have to do in order to find the stragglers." He said as Silvermane thought of that little runt girl that he had let go from the pub earlier that day. "Also, we will need some runts to absorb the initial wave of skill, that way we can see where they are coming from so we can disenchant them." He said turning to Silvermane who was looking over the entire situation and terrain. Though he had never captured anyone from that particular revolutionary group, he did in fact capture their leader however. They were probably in a state of disarray, scrambling to find supplies and personnel and everything. This would probably be their first and last chest. Nodding as his intellegence man finished, he looked towards the mob of Death Eaters behind them. Before Silvermane, Death Eaters were known for simply being for just numbers, more quality than quantity. With that said, Silvermane was trying to change that, adding a sort of "Black Ops" group of Death Eaters. Most of them, were in fact the normal scrub Death Eaters. They strived more on the fact that there was alot more of them than anything else. Turning towards them now, he smiled. "We are looking for a mousy brown haired girl." He said as he turned. "Now, TEAR THE PLACE APART." He yelled towards his mob. With a lot of screaming and alot of pounding footsteps, Death Eaters flooded into the village, launching a variety of spells every which way, destroying and trampling everything in their path, looking for a simple sign of a hideout. It didn't take long for one of the many members to find it. Their plan of having a choke point seemed to be working at first, the Death Eaters were losing alot of men, however, their numbers would overrun them eventually.

Roslyn was left to stew, still chained to the wall and exposed to the elements. Guilt overtook her and she sobbed bitterly, his cum dribbling down her leg. What would happen to her friends? There was no way she could magically get out of that situation; the chains not only kept her physically bound but had also tapped her abilities as well. Warning them was out of the question as well. Hopefully, hopefully Moira had some sense to her and had taken precautions when Roslyn had been captured. Despite her faith, the brown haired girl had to know that everyone (even Roslyn) had limits. Moira, in fact, had gone through some preparations. There had always been faith in their leader, this was true, but Roslyn had told them all not to have too much confidence. When someone was captured they went through the same routine: magically seal off all but one entrance, get the children and weaker persons into a safe zone to be transported by port key to another place, have sentries set up at various points, and have those at the ready poised at the mouth of the only entrance, ready to bottleneck and intercept those who came in. During the hours that Roslyn had been gone the children and injured had been evacuated to much safer grounds. A warning had gone out with the injured. Once they got the information out, everyone else peppered around the country was to be on guard. This wasnt just anyone that had been stolen away. It was Roslyn Defoe, cherished resistance leader. If information had been weaseled out of her, it was likely that everyone was in danger. Mousy Moira was able to rally the remainder left and to get them where they needed to be. Still, she was not nearly as skilled as the redhead was and very few took her bumbling seriously until she informed them that everyone but her and Roslyn died in that routine trip for supplies. It had been a little over three hours since the horrible events had unfolded that the coin tucked away in her pocket began to hum. The first of the Death Eaters approached. Swallowing harshly she began to throw up more spells around their home. This was not a part of a contingency plan but the freckled girl figured that a little extra protection wouldnt hurt.

The surging ground forces just kept pushing the revolutionaries back. For every Death Eater that fell to one of their curses, another four took his place. An explosion was heard and their stronghold was burst wide open. That didn't take long at all. Sure, the numbers seemed to be thinning just a tad, but the battle still raged on around them. There honestly wasn't much that the revolutionaries could do. Silvermane had brought too many troops, too much magic, and too much skill. As he looked around the battlefield, it was painfully obvious who the better trained Death Eaters he had brought with him. They were dodging spells, anticipating movements, and keeping the wave upon wave of Death Eater pushing. Sure, some of his better men were being worn down, and most of them had taken a potion so they could see invisible entitis. It wouldn't be long until this base was overtaken and they needed to get out and try and regroup elsewhere. One of the other revolutionaries, whose name was Johnny Falcon, moved towards Moira, firing off a killing curse and blasting one of the elite members of the Death Eater core. Firing off another spell and blasting back a couple of the regular ones, he moved silently and swiftly. "Moira." He said with a heavy australian accent. "You need to get out of here. You need to rally some troops behind you." He said as he picked a piece of rubble out of his beard. "I will keep a couple of the Falcon Core here to cover your tracks." He said as he peeked around the corner and blasted another Death Eater back. Looking around, he leaned in and kissed Moira hard. He was unsure if he was going to be able to see her again and after all, she was his fiance and he did love her like one. However, it was more important for Moira to get out, someone with actual intellegence, than it was for someone like him. He was smart, but he didn't know how to mobalize or what actions to take when they needed to make a dire decision. He let out a sigh and mouthed the words "I Love you." To her, before he jumped over the barrier and charged into the fray.

Moira was running around the space of the battlefield. Unlike Roslyn, who lead the charge in the midst of the fighting and chaos, the mousy girl much preferred to be on the outskirts and observe. It painted a much more vivid and accurate picture. Although shy, the freckled witch did have some sense about her when it was time to muster it up. She winced at what was happening. They had easily found their way around the smoldering shell that was once the wizarding community of Godrics Hollow. The mouth of their main hideaway was found without much issue at all, after the protection spells had been broken. She observed that the bottleneck tactic had been working. Some of the Death Eater numbers were being shorn down, though with the growing numbers of masked men, she knew it would not be long until their small forces would be overpowered. Again she moved around. Early on she had cast a concealment charm around herself to allow herself to move freely and unmolested. Again she pressed her finger to the coin in her pocket to activate the sentries into action. With cracks, ten appeared behind the Death Eaters at the opening of the renegade lair. They all began to fire off killing curses. This was no game. Voldermorts dogs had decided to unleash fury on them and the only course of action was to push back. They were a little like vampires and werewolves in that sense; they had to protect what was theirs with all that the resistance could muster. The wisp of a witch shuddered. This was likely not going to end well. Instead of revealing herself, she crept towards the battle. Many had her pegged completely wrong. Even Roslyn had assumed she was spineless and skittish. But all of those instances were with face to face battle. Perhaps she was really a coward but, concealed as she was, she knew she had the upperhand. Muttering spells beneath her breath so she would not be heard in the clamor of the fighting, she began to pick off Death Eaters with well aimed curses.

As Falcon moved through the ranks of revolutionaries that had stayed with him, he shouted out orders and tried to lead by example. "We have to hold them here!" He called out, firing off killing spell after killing spell, taking down Death Eater after Death Eater. His number two, a man named Ronald, stood right by his side. After all, he was his best friend. The two launched spells, and though there were about forty of them to start and try and buy time for Moira abd a few others to get away. Slowly, their numbers faltered and soon there was only a handful of them left, Ronald, Johnny and a few others. Johnny was even lucky, a misplaced shot barely glanced off of him. It had been a few hours now, and Johnny was sure that Moira and company were able to make it out. Falcon didn't even want to think of Roslyn, their brash and fearless leader. He didn't think Silvermane would kill her, but he shuddered at the thought of what torture had befallen her. After all, she was one of the major reasons he and Moira were even together. The two men sat behind a barrier, feeling the after effects and hearing spells go shooting over the top of them. Classic Ronald pulled out a flask and the two men took turns taking drinks from it. Laughing, Johnny and Ronald figured this would be one of their last moments together, but alas, they didn't want to think about it that way. Finally, Ronald spoke up. "Listen." He started, and before Johnny could even say anything, Ronald cut him off and continued. "If our movement is going to be successful, you need to stay alive and make it to the end. Not only to train our new men, but also to give Moira some much needed support." It didn't take long for Johnny to realize what Ronald was propositioning. Taking another drink from the flask, Johnny knew better than to argue against his friend. Putting a hand on his shoulder, his eyes became a little tearful. There was nothing for him to say, but he knew Ronald was right. Only his best friend was about as skilled as Johnny was, and only his best friend would be able to hold off Silvermane and his dogs for long enough to get away. Johnny was about to open his mouth, but Ronald cut him off. "No. Just go." He said with a smile. As Johnny turned to leave, he heard Ronald speak up behind him. "I need two volunteers who are willing to buy some time for our cause." He said as a man and a woman stood up. "The rest of you go." He said, and as the last remaining survivor headed through the portkey, Ronald fired a spell to cave in and destroy said portkey. Taking another drink of scotch, he heard heavy footsteps approaching, knowing them as the footsteps that would inevitably lead to his death. Silvermane looked over the faces of the dead bodies, before he got to where Ronald was hiding. Peeking his head out, Ronald stood strong with the two volunteers that had stayed with him. There was a brief silence before all three tried firing spells, Silvermane dodged or blocked two of the three but one spell hit him square in the chest and sent him flying against the wall. Silvermane tasted his own blood and stood, clear anger in his eyes and his voice as he fired two quick killing curses, blowing away the two volunteers. His eyes narrowed on Ronald. . .

The girl jumped at the sound of her voice, even if she was familiar with the man who it belonged to. She had been so caught up in fighting that any unexpected noise would have spooked the living daylights out of her. Her hand gripped tighter on her wand and she wheeled around. A cry of relief escaped her in that moment. Her beloved Johnny had survived the fray to that point! All the mousy witch wanted to do was dissolve into tears, her bottom lip even quivered but she managed to pull herself together. What they needed was a leader and, unfortunately, that role now rested on her shoulders. She relished the kiss and savored it. Who knew when or even if they would be able to see each other again? In times like these, death was almost a certainty. All around them people were dying: Death Eaters and revolutionaries alike. But they did not have the personnel that the Dark Lord did. They did not have the resources either. When he pulled away she felt strangely cold. Her bottom lip trembled again as he professed his love for her in a hurried whisper. This was no time for it, she knew, but she reached out for him in attempts to stop him from going. That was certainly a suicide mission and her heart broke as she watched him dash off. Be safe, she whispered beneath her breath, daring not to go any louder. Werewolves were on the side of the Death Eaters. Even in the din of battle being too loud could catch their attention. Those horrid creatures were known for taking young women as their prizes back to wherever they came from, either as snacks or to change them into mates. A shudder went through her and she hung her head. You better come back to me. Moira had lost many of her friends that day and was going to lose more. How would she survive if her fianc died as well? Squaring her shoulders she went back into the chaos of the fight. Her face contorted as she whispered out her curses. She did not like using ones that would kill her opponents but this was war. There was no quarter or mercy in it and, while it hurt her every time one of her killing curses hit true, she knew it was for the greater good. Now she needed to get who she could around and out of there. An emergency portkey was waiting somewhere the next block over. As she darted around she noticed that the main opening to their underground lair had been ripped asunder. Their chokehold didnt last long but had been super effective. Corpses of the less competent Death Eaters littered her way and she fired off shots at the backs of some of them clogging the entrance still.

Needless to say, the battle with Silvermane had not gone well for Ronald. As he lay on the ground, blood trickling from an open wound, the taste of blood in his mouth. Spitting, he felt the footsteps as the half giant moved with Moira. His eyes widened as he realized what had happened. All of their efforts were for naught. She had still gotten captured and so many people had died for no apparent reason. His body filled with anger, not only for his own death, but for the death of all of the different people that had tried to cover her tracks. As the giant approached, his eyes lit up with glee at who his half giant friend had found. "Very good, my dear Urg." He said firing a pinkish mist from his wand and putting the girl to sleep. Turning back to Ronald, who lay there like a pathetic dying puppy, his wand broken from the battle, three or four arrows sticking out of the man, and a bloody nose and mouth, Silvermane leaned down and put his hand on Ronald's shoulder. "What a pity." He said in a very calm voice, Silvermane did not get worked up about anything." To be frank, part of Silvermane pitied the man on the ground. He had actually been a worthy advisory. Standing up, he looked down at the man. Deciding the only action was to put him out of his misery. A quick green flash and he had done his deed. Moving back towards the half giant, he grabbed the limp body of the girl and hung her over his own shoulder. Moving back towards the opening of the hideout, he looked over the crowd of awaiting Death Eaters. "Mission Accomplished." He said as the crowd exploded in laughter. "There will be a big reward!" Another explosion and Silvermane moved to Apparate once more to his special area. By this time, he had no idea what his other prisoner was doing. He moved quickly. The room Roslyn was in was just one of many different interrogation rooms in one complex, however he had another plan for this mousy, dark haired, quiet girl. Dumping Moira in a dark room, he stayed for a second brewing a potion for the girl. He had to perfect things for the troops after party. Chaining the girl at the neck with a heavy magical and the chain led to a heavy hook at the center of the room, and moving over to the girl, he woke her up. Silvermane then Apparated to check on his other prisoner. A man came over the microphone. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN." He shouting to the tune of a roaring crowd. "OUR FAITHFUL DEATH EATERS HAVE FOUND THE TRAITORS AND NOW WE WILL SHOW HER THAT BETRAYING OUT GREAT DARK LORD WAS SOMETHING TO NOT BE TRIFLED WITH." The crowd exploded with cheers. "THE POTION SHE HAS DRANK, WILL MAKE HER COMPLY WITH THE NEXT ORDER WHICH IS. . . . PLEASE THE MEN PUT BEFORE YOU!" A few doors opened up, and some of the Death Eaters that had been vital in taking the hideout over, filed into the room, even old Urg the half giant and some of his fellow half giant brothers. As he walked back into the room with Roslyn in it, he smiled. "How has your time been?" He asked, waiting for the action to get started in the old Muggle stadium before he tried to figure out where the rest of the refugees were.

Moira had gotten into several duels as she attempted to gather more and more people. It seemed as if it would not end. Noticing that she was the one that Silvermane had described, they were not aiming to kill her. That was something she had noticed halfway into the skirmish. No one making killing blows against her. A cold, ice like lump fell to the pit of her stomach. Part of her felt that she would rather die than be captured. Who knew what horrors awaited her if she allowed herself to be taken by them! So she fought and fought desperately, gathering survivors as she passed them. More and more people meant that she had more firepower behind her. Making their way through Godric Hollow wasnt easy and by the time the small handful of survivors made it to a place where they sneak towards the next block, Moira was exhausted. Her spells came out half hearted and she panted heavily as she approached the destination. Go wounded first! she said to her group. She directed them towards an opening in a fence that lead to the portkey; a trashcan lid that rested at the hole. There werent many there. Only five or six perhaps but it was a tight fit and Moira was heavily pinched. Alright! Ouch! Barth, dont be so pushy! Well all get out, I promise I But she was cut off. As everyone else touched the knackered up metal lid, a large hand grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her up. In shock she dropped her wand and, in horror, she watched as the small group disappeared without her. The man who had scooped her up was, in fact, half giant. Or at least that is what she assumed from his size (although he was squatter than the groundskeeper she had known at Hogwarts). Her legs kicked and her hefted her over his shoulder like a sack, ignoring the faint physical attacks from the flailing activist. Mr. Silvermane! he called out as he bounded through the battlefield. I think I got er. This mousy, sticky thing is the one you were lookin for, right?

The Death Eaters had formed a circle around the girl. The rafters were high enough so that the crowd could see what was going on, and there was even a sort of tiny creature with a sort of device that was able to transmit the carnage over the entire magical network. They would make an example of this one, considering how the same revolutionaries number one was already chained up somewhere. No one even knew where she was, only Silvermane. The problem with this situation, was that the Death Eaters were all dirty and very different in terms of their mannerisms. Not all of them were as proper and as suave as Silvermane, in fact, most of them weren't. Soon enough, two other men moved closer to her, and their grubby hands worked at ripping and tearing at her battle torn clothes, getting them off in no time. "Look at those cute little panties." They had said as the man who was currently getting his dick sucked was groaning. Smiling, they just ripped her panties off and her bra, and the tiny mousy girl was in the middle of a group of men, all intending of have their way with her in the most uncanny of matters. The man whom she had her lips around had let out a groan, but it wasn't going fast enough. Gripping the girls head, as she was on her knees and he was standing, he started to thrust into her face as though it was a ripe vagina or another hole for the picking. He was mildly long in length, standing fully erect at 8 inches. Still, his hands were under his hair and pulling her face, holding it for his thrusting hips. He couldn't imagine it felt great for her, but it felt awesome for him. Behind all this happening, others had moved. All different lengths and girths. One moved under her and just shoved his cock into her warm and waiting pussy, another man moved and thrust into her awaiting asshole. When one man would cum, they had a choice to make. Either cum in whichever hole they had been occupying at the time, or pull out and cum on her. Either way was fine with them, but nonetheless, they were all getting pleased and they were all using the poor girl's body. Coming up quickly for the girl was the half giant that stood patiently in line. The man sat in the chair. So she didn't like her room? Interesting. She ws still naked and he cold cum was dry on her leg. "I'm sorry." He spoke slowly. "How rude of me not to clean you up after I was done." He said with a smile as he motioned to his dried seed. "I need to know some more information from you." He said bluntly, before moving on. "The portkey in your old hideout. Where does it lead to?" He asked her. Gently, he set a crystal ball on the side of the desk. After saying a spell, he would show her the poor girl who had tried to fill in for her. He didn't even bother to interrogate her. She was a prize for a job well done. Maybe he would even use her as a sex slave for his men. . .

It was a horrible blur for the mousy young woman. The half giant kept her thoroughly held tight and panic flooded her senses. She did not even realize that she had been taken successfully to Silvermane until she heard him utter the spell and, by then, it was too late to do anything. The mist sent her instantly into a sleeplike state. When Moira awoke she was laying face down. Cold metal encircled her thin neck and she felt a chain lay heavily across her leg. There was a taste in her mouth that was bitter and she assumed that she had been forced to drink something. Naturally she assumed it was something to force her not to lie. Those were common in interrogation processes werent they? Her head was still hazy and she pulled herself up slowly. She was met with bright, blaring lights that stung her eyes. She reeled back to find that the collar around her neck kept her practically pinned to the floor. When the loudspeaker system blared the petite woman squeaked. It was confusing for her. At first she thought that she was going to be publically executed and that made her panic more. Then, as the words sunk in she took in a sharp breath. All of her color drained. The jeers rang in the confined space and she hid her eyes from the men that filed in. There werent many in comparison to the raid on their hideout but, to please, there were more than plenty. Since she was chained to the floor Moira could not even crawl over to the men to please them. There was a compulsion to do it. Finally one of the taller men walked up to her, running his fingers through her shoulder length brown mop. Revolutionaries never used to be so cute He told her as one hand stroked the side of her face. The other reached down and undid his pants. Moira flinched as the cock sprang forth but she did as she was bade to; she couldnt stop herself. Her mouth wrapped around his member. Meanwhile Roslyn had fallen asleep. It was difficult to do as she was still chained to the wall, but somehow she managed. When he came and wakened her, a groan escaped her lips. A sharp pain was between her shoulders and her arms throbbed with the extended time up in the air. Her eyes narrowed on him. Just wonderful. She told him flatly. This place is just ever-so charming.

The announcer spoke up. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, REMEMBER THIS IS BEING BROADCAST OVER THE ENTIRETY OF THE WIZARD WORLD AND MUGGLE NATION." He said as the crowd started to cheer. "ALSO, THE FUN HASN'T EVEN STARTED YET, AS WE HAVE OUR COUPLE OF HALF GIANT GUESTS!" The crowd roared again in applause and cheers as the poor, tiny, mousy girl's body was used and abused by the men. By this point, her body had a nice little glaze over it, and men who had already fucked her, got into line to fill another hole. There was different mixtures of cum dribbling out of alot of her holes as the relentless Death Eaters continued their assault on the girl. Clearly based on her howling, she was a virgin, especially in that tight little brown eye. Finally, some of the Death Eaters started to file out of the room, looking rather pleased with themselves for a job well down. However, the problem was, the half giants who had almost spear headed the assault and whom were the reason for this type of spectacle had not had their fill yet. Finally, the half giants pushed through. They bodies reaked of sweat and other bodily fluids. Their cocks had more length, and about three times the girth. The crowd watched in awe as a few of the giants unsheathed their enormous erections and prceeded to get to work, one in her ass and one in her pink little pussy, another one shoved his length right into her face and the half giants let out roars of satisfaction and pleasure. The crowd almost felt sorry for the tiny girl, except for the fact that she was the new face of the revolution. The man watched her get angry, and it was actually a little satisfying for her. Still, as the half giants took their turns, Silvermane almost felt sorry for the poor girl that had to go through this torture. She was being humiliated on live television to much of Voldemort's conquered realm (which was much of Europe, they were even expanding farther past that.) There was no way that the poor little girl was enjoying this kind of abuse, but even then, she should have gotten out of there when the other cheeky brit had bought her time. Turning to Rosyln as she made her comment, the man stood up and walked over to her at a rather quick pace, placing his pale, slender, cold fingers around her neck and applying a little pressure. He absolutley hated when people questioned his word. His eyes narrowed and his grip on her increased a little bit. The thought of bashing her head against the back stone seemed a bit appealing, but her refrained. "I did." He said bluntly. "She got herself captured in the battle when we razed Godric's Hollow." He said, feeling the need to defend himself against her. Letting her go and moving back to the table, straightening himself as he let her catch her breath. "Tell me where the portkey goes, or I will resort toothermeans to get the information I desire." He said slowly.

With loud catcalls Moiras clothes were ripped from her body. Although she was not as well toned and shapely as Roslyn, she did have her charm. Her body was slender and willowy with curves that delicately flared out. Tears formed in her eyes but she could not stop herself. Whatever had been given to her made her comply; she could not fight as she was stripped. She gagged loudly as the one at her face began thrusting into her mouth with wanton pleasure. His length pushed into her throat over and over and over again. Though the pain that pinched in her esophagus was quickly forgotten when a man slid in beneath her and pushed is hard length inside of her pussy and when another quickly forced his member into the tight bud of her ass. She howled through the meat in her mouth but that did not matter. Whatever she was going through did not matter to those using her body. After one man came, another would come up and fill the very briefly unoccupied hole. Teeth grazed her nipples and breasts. Bruises formed where she was gripped. Cum covered almost every square inch of her body. The fiery redhead glared openly at him for that slight. The bastard had used her as a cum dump after feeding her a potion that would make her insane until she got some satisfaction. He had the audacity to apologize for not cleaning her up. Fuck off! You think I would tell you anything more?! Roslyn snarled at him, spitting in his direction. Her eyes then widened when she saw what was shown to her in the crystal ball. Her guts twisted and anger boiled in her more powerfully than it ever had before. She could feel the blood rushing in her ears. You said you would let Moira go! Asshole! What she was seeing was disgusting. Was every woman taken alive taken as a sexual slave as well?

As the man moved to sit back against the wall, bringing his hans together and intertwining his fingers. He looked her over, sure, she did say something about torturing her already. He moved back towards her, feeling the need to release some of his pent up anger. The man sighed for a second. There had to be some kind of a set escape plan for the revolution. They seemed to be organized enough in order for something like an escape plan. She was the one that probably put the plan into action, and he moved back over to her, blindfolding her again, and even moving to place a sort of sound dampening ear muff over her ears. This was his sort of solitary confinement. After they were silent for a few minutes, Silvermane brewed another one of those aphrodisiac potions. He knew she had been keeping information from him, and he was planning on getting said information. The smell was probably pungent enough for her to know what was coming, and after anotherImperiocurse, the potion was sliding down her throat. Now, he was controlling most of her senses. He told her how to feel, he took away her sight, and he took away her free movement. This was the utmost form of domination. The half giants worked, tearing and prodding at the tiny girl in front of them. They had more stamina than those other men, and they had more force and more of a sexual appetite (if that ws possible) As time went on, the giants thrust harder and harder, using their giant hands to keep her in place and immobalize her even further. She had all of her usable holes plugged and the giants made their grunts and their groans. "Why you no enjoy?" The one in her mouth said into her face. The crowd was trying to cover their eyes, but it was a sort of like a bad car accident. They couldn't turn away.

The poor girl had no idea how to react to such length and girth. As the large members were shoved inside of her, she let out a garbled howl. Before Moira had thought she had been through Hell with the other men but the half giants were proving that what she had been experiencing before was a delight compared to this. Every thrust of their massive members sent her reeling in pain. It was a shock that she had not been killed by their sheer size all at once but she felt tearing. Her insides were being shredded by them and she knew that there would be medical treatment. She was, in fact, to become a sexual slave for the lot. She felt it deep within her bones. Roslyn watched with horror the fate of her friend. The crystal ball seemed to amplify the image, making it appear larger than what it was. Her stomach churned in disgust. She hated Silvermane. She hated him for letting this happen. Moira was a good girl and did not deserve such treatment. Though she only had a moments thought on that subject. Her captor had turned around and his hand squeezed against her throat, silencing her effectively. She swallowed hard as he spoke to her. Yes, she was cowed into submission but that anger was boiling hotter and hotter by the second. A strange gurgling hiss escaped her throat as he pressed down harder, a good majority of her air having been cut off. He pulled away, leaving her to gasp for breath. You already tortured me for information, she croaked. And there are dozens and dozens of portkeys around Godrics Hollow. I do not even remember where a quarter of them end up. Most werent even implemented by myself.

The man smiled. He had more in store than just this, and in reality he wasn't doing this to try and get information from her. Granted, it would be something that would be beneficial to him, yet he needed to have some release and some sort of a reward for a job well done at Godric's Hollow. Letting the potion stew as he had done before, he moved closer to this time. This time, he wanted a little bit of danger in his pleasure making with her. He knew she loathed him. That wasn't hard to assertain from her reactions and the voices that she had given him in the past Moving near her now, it had been almost a half an hour and he smiled, grazing her cheek with her finger. Drawing his wand, he pointed it at the cuffs around her wrists, and they clicked open. Then, he pointed his wand at her neck restraint, and it too clicked open. Moving the wrist restraints and the neck restraint off of her, he debated whether or not to unlock her leg restraints. Shit, even if she did manage to get his wand and kill him, there was no way she was going to be able to get out of this location. He also figured he could overpower her anyway. Pointing his wand at the restraints on her legs, they clicked open also. Moving to take off her blindfold and her ear restraints, he smiled as he stepped back. This was going to be fun. The onslaught was over. The floor slipped out and the girl's tiny passed out body just lay on the metal floor. She was still sticky from the seemingly gallons of cum that had befallen her body, there was no way to clean her. A few wizards who had worked at the arena new they had a new attraction there. The wizards around her started to spray her with water in order to clean her off, and after this, they would take her to the doctor and see what the damage was.

A strange sickness twisted at Roslyns gut as the blindfold was returned and, this time, was paired with muffs that stifled all of the sound around her. She felt the strange pressure that silence caused in the ears but was grateful that she did not have to hear his persistent, demanding orders. In that time she relaxed, up until the smell of that particular potion wafted into her nose. Loudly she groaned but she could not hear herself through the blasted things on her ears. You cant be serious! she bellowed at him through clenched teeth. She much preferred being tortured through pain than with the horribly shameful arousal that the potion. There was no way to fight swallowing the nasty stuff, either. Again he cast the Imperious curse (though she could not hear the word Imperio muttered) and the potion slide easily down her throat. Dont you have any more tricks than this? Its a little pathetic, you know. How was Moira supposed to enjoy this? She had been forced into this position and, while the potion coursing through her veins made her pleasure them with no fight, it did not make it so shelikedthe treatment. Her body hurt so badly that it was actually start to feel numb to everything. Her eyes closed and she could not stay awake any longer. Her eyelashes fluttered and she passed out.

The man saw the lunge coming, yet he still took it anyway. Her nails dug into his skin, even drawing blood, and her legs kicked his shins and legs, yet the man just stood there. He towered over her, and his muscular body stood like a tall sheet of dense steel. Let's be honest, Silvermane had been through worse. There was nothing she could do to him that was worse than a spell he had been hit by. As a high ranking Death Eater, he had trained himself to have a higher pain tolerance. He felt the nails in him sure, but his face wasn't phazed. What was he going to do with her? He had to put this down before she tried to claw at his neck or his face. Finally, he grasped her wrists very firmly and tried to subdue her in the physical way. He was much stronger than she was, he was in better shape, both mentally and physically than she was, and, his sexual organs weren't throbbing at the moment. Twisting her arm behind her back, and pushing her against the deck, he smiled to himself. With his forearm, he pushed her over the desk and with his legs, he pinned her against the desk. With the threat subdued, he took a second to breath in the old air. She was struggling still, but he was fully able to handle it. It wasn't as though she wasn't strong, it was just a matter than he was stronger. He had a bigger frame and he had much more rigorous training. He could only imagine how she was feeling. The region between her legs oozing with her sexual juices. How did she really expect to beat the man with no wand? Even if she did have a wand, it would be a stretch. "Naughty girl." He breathed over her. The cuts on his chest starting to bleed a tiny bit. "Now, beg for me to relieve your tension." He said as he just held her against the desk. Either way, he would get what he wanted, whether it be through Roslyn or Moira.

By the time he had moved towards her to undo her bindings, Roslyns blood was coursing so quickly that she could hear it drumming against her eardrums. She needed release. Her whole body was trembling from a sickening desire and want. Her breath came out in hungry puffs and desperate whimpers. It was not fair that he had so much control over her body! He forced her body to become stimulated! As his finger drew across her cheek, she shuddered and a fine trickle of arousal went down her thighs. Repulsion and desire tugged at her insides and the urge to vomit came and went. To her surprise, however, he did not continue his onslaught of torment. Instead he began to unchain her. First the cuffs on her wrists came off. She could not stop her arms from painfully falling to her sides. Blood rushed into them causing a horrid pins and needles effect until she was actually able to move them again. Next came the ones on her sore legs, stiff from the hours of immobility. She flexed her fingers and wriggled her toes as he took off her blindfold and sound blockers. She was a mess. Her face was puffy from crying and distorted between hatred and lust. Her eyes, however, were defiant as always. Conflicting emotions pulled her in different directions. She hated him. She hated him for going back on his word and for subjecting Moira to those horrors. She hated him for the horrors he had thrust upon her. She wanted to use his body, though. Maybe she could even rape him to make him realize how it felt; though that likely wouldnt do a lick of good. Only a moment had passed, however, before she lunged at him. Her nails attempted to dig into any flesh they could. Legs that still hurt kicked out, hoping to strike something. Yes, she was horny but she could take care of herself once he was gone. It was a good thing that Moira couldnt feel the water pressure against her broken body. It would have been completely agony. At least she was clean. It was not long after that, that she was taken to an infirmary to be checked out. Potions were forced fed to the petite, pixie-like girl as she slept. It was with a jarring pain that she awoke, the skele-grow that was given to her mending up a completely shattered pelvic bone quite painfully. There was a cot beneath her, the canvas-like material pulled hard against the metal frame. It wasnt luxurious but it was better than what she honestly expected. The cuts on her face caused her a little bit of discomfort but they were mending nicely as well. The room that she was in was dim and she could not see much but she had a feeling that she was behind some sort of bars.

The silver haired man had her right were he wanted her. Sure, he wanted to fuck her and make her scream, but at the same time, he wanted to make her squirm. He was still clothed after all, and even then, he wanted to still play. As he laughed, he leaned down, his hot breath on the back of her neck. His laugh was something of a harsh laugh that cut through the air. "Now, now." He said with a slight smile. "I don't think you really want it." He said as he straightened his own back, standing over her with a snide smile. Finally, the doctor had finished the check up of her body. Everything was perfectly fine, both literally and figuratively. "Well, we will have to put you into a sort of detainment cell until your wounds heal." He told Moira as he moved back towards the counter. He was a very fine doctor, albeit a muggle, he was a very fine doctor indeed. These were the perks of being assimilated into Death Eaters world. The finest medical attention and the finest medical supplies that could be had.

Roslyn growled viciously as he took the beating. He wasnt fighting back and that only served to make her angrier. How dare he play with her in such a way! Her nails dug into his flesh. Her feet made connection with many parts of his body and, still, he did nothing! For a moment she had even forgotten about her sexual desires that the potion brought to a simmer. That all came back, however, as he took control over her body. Suddenly he had pushed her over a desk and pinned her against it with his legs. His body was stronger than hers especially when she had just been unchained from hours of confinement. He lurched over her. The heat of his breath fell over her bare skin and she shivered from the sensation. Arousal twisted at her dripping pussy even harder as he whispered into her ear; called her a naughty girl. Her lips dried and she licked them with an equally parched tongue. She did not want to beg. The redhead was a proud, powerful woman and despite him attempting to break her, she still was stubborn to a fault. A frustrated cry escaped her lips and she thrashed a little more beneath him, tears streaking down her face. He would take it anyway. He showed he wasnt below such things. Fine! she snapped at him. Please, oh please, screw my brains out!

The party was going full-swing, the guest celebrities drinking and dancing without a car in the world. Tyra Banks, Beyonce, Miley Cyruss, and Emma Watson were dancing together, teasing the men around them.. and some of the women more than likely.. while celebrating their latest projects being finished. "Nice moves!" Tyra called over to Emma. Emma and Miley were currently grinding up against each other, laughing each time they did it. Beyonce whirled around and started doing hip bumps with Tyra. Life was good, and would only be getting better. They were all at the top of their game. None of them notice the dark man who moved through the party, sliding closer to them. A light sheen of sweat on her forehead, Miley yelled out, "I'm getting drinks! You three in?" The other three nodded, and they stepped off the dance floor to move over to the bar, each getting a glass of wine before turning and leaning against the bar casually, watching everything around them. All were dressed to kill, with tight, formfitting skirts and dresses, showing off every asset. They were the cream of the crop, the people that the world loved, and to their credit they rarely ended up in tabloids or magazines. Instead, they worked hard to keep their noses clean. Well, except for Tyra. Tyra enjoyed a good time more than the others, without a doubt.

Drake had been working for the company for more then 3 years now and in that time he had become one of their best agent to find the "target" and retrive it for them before training them then handing them over to be sold. He sat back in his chair all dressed up. There was supposed to be a big party for Celebrities, some A list group who thought that they were untouchable that they wouldn't get caught and disappear like some of those B list stars. Laughing he got up and headed to his car and checked his trunk for all of the tools of his trade. His ropes, gags and chloroform. Getting into his Car he headed out from his house and into the city where the after party was being held. Drake was able to slip into the party, conning many people into thinking he was someone important. His dark black hair and dark eyes always gave him an air of mystery. He chatted with stars and producers alike as he looked around for his next targets. Who would the company want now. it had to be someone really at the A list, someone who would actually cause a spark once she was kidnapped and never seen again. Then that would strike panic into them and make them know that they were not safe. He knew that they operated all around the world. Some in shadows and some in plain sight of others. They were able to put themselves into top levels of government. who knew what position they held. But they were bringing these powerful women and taking them to become their slaves to show everyone they they were truly in power

The girls drank their drink quickly, asking for more, unaware that there was anything other than wine in it. They laughed and chatted, sharing stories about agents, press, and random encounters with fans. Finally, Miley set down a second, empty glass of wine and called that she had to go pee. The wine seemed to have gone straight to her head, and she wandered off, looking for the bathroom, walking through the room into a darker hallway, entirely and completely lost as she wandered the building. It had to be around here somewhere, but her thoughts were heavy. That wine must have been very powerful! Still, she really did have to pee. Looking around, she tried to find someone that could give her directions. The music thumped and people were talking, but she couldn't quite make out the way back to them.

Drake watched everyone making key notices of who was around. He also made notice of those whom he worked with that had infiltrated the party as well and who they had their eyes set one. Drake gave a quick nod to one of his brothers who was already heading out where one celebrity was headed out on her own. But drake watched the four that just walked in together, Tyra Banks,Emma Watson,Miley Cyrus and Beyonc Knowles. He grinned and licked his lips just thinking about being able to control those stars. He grinned knowing it was all a matter of time and soon it would come to grab these girls but first he had to think of a plan to be able to get them all alone and one by one so that no one would suspect anything until it was too late. Drake knew he had some useful tools that could ensnare a girl quickly, also some tools were granted from some very important "friends" from afar. He nodded and watched as some stars walked outside making themselves easy targets for his kind. "No I need to focus on those two, they are my main target..." He also believed that he knew a way to make them drop their guards. He knew the bartender was one of theirs and gave a slight nod. as he was making a drink for the two girls he slipped something into their drink that would help them droup their guard and make them easier targets for Drake

Tyra and Beyonce needed the fresh air, needed to get away from the crowd of people that had been pressing around them. They loved the attention, but sometimes they just needed to get away as well. They talked for a bit about different dress designers and their plans for the next year when Beyonce felt someone grab her wrist. She tugged at it with her hands, trying to dislodge it, when a rag was pressed into her mouth, and she sucked in the fumes without even realizing it. Her eyes became heavy, her breathing slowed, as she watched someone else pressing a rag against Tyra's face. "Wh-whu-" she managed to mumble before lost consciousness, falling back against Drake's body helplessly. Slung over his shoulder, she was carried to his car and gagged with her wrists, thighs and ankles tied and a blanket thrown over her. Tyra was placed next to her under another blanket, hidden from view. Meanwhile, in the party itself, Emma needed to go to the bathroom and asked Miley to go with her. They went in, talking and gossiping, not even noticing the door being locked behind them. After finishing on the toilet, they washed their hands and then went to use the hand dryers. It took a moment for it to warm up, but then it kicked in more powerfully than they expected, filling the air with the odorless control substance. After a few moments, the aide opened the door and laughed as they could only passively watch him. There was something wrong - they couldn't control themselves. They wanted to scream at the man in the women's room. They wanted to run. But they only watched as he approached. He then told them to lean against the wall with their hands behind their backs, and they did so immediately without hesitation, thinking it seemed like the most normal thing in the world to do. They leaned with their faces against the wall, hands held firmly behind their backs, looking at each other silently.

Drake watched the ever growing list of celebrities that were walking around until he saw the four that he would take this night. He had noticed that Tyra Banks and Beyonc had headed outside away from the large group to the outside which was fairly empty except for the black night and the stars. His enhanced eyes were able to give him a good look of them, the gold sparkling dress that clung to Beyonc's curves which stopped at the top of her thighs which were clad in sheer pantyhose. He grinned and quietly walked out knowing that no one had seen him head out and even if anyone did no one really cared. Once he was outside he walked up behind Beyonc and with one hand grabbed her by her wrist that held the wineglass to make sure she didn't spill and so she would grab onto his hand with both of her's leaving her unguarded and that is when he brought the drug soaked cloth to her mouth and held it over her mouth and nose letting the drug lull her to sleep. "Good night pet." He quietly spoke as he felt the singer fall agains't his body as the drug took affect. He quietly slipped out of the grounds with the unconcious woman over his shoulders till he got to his car. Once there he gagged her with a cloth and tied her wrists behind her back, tied her thighs and ankles before placing a blanket over her to keep her hidden. As Drake was capturing Beyonc another pair of hands had grabbed Tyra and used the same cloth on her tying her up and carrying her back to the car. He knew that his species's form of the drug would keep a human out cold for a good few hours which gave him time to pick out his next two targets and get them into the car and transport them back. But the next two would be a little more trickier, they liked to hang around the crowds. For that he had a small ball that was made by his kind. it would work. He laughed before heading back into the party to scout for his targets. He then noticed that Miley and Emma had walked into the bathroom. one of the attendants quietly walked over to the bathroom and locked it from the outside. He knew that no one else was inside and thus it would be no problem to set their plans in motion. It seemed that perhaps the hand dryer wasn't working properly or was it for as it was spouting off hot air it was also releasing a odorless, tasteless gas that would soon have the beautiful woman in a daze and easily controlled. Once it was well in the bathroom the aid walked in looking at Miss Cyrus and Watson. He laughed and walked over to them. "All right sweeties, lean against the wall and place your hands behind your back and make not a noise."

The girls were unloaded one by one, taken into a cabin far from civilization and bound in individual pens. Emma and Miley were still unconscious, but Tyra and Beyonce started to come to shortly after they were bound to the walls, unable to move. That didn't keep them from struggling, however, fighting the bonds that held them back and trying to get free. Gags kept anything more than muffled noises from escaping as tears ran down their eyes. A man came in, with shocking dark hair and eyes, and told them there was no point in attempting to escape. They tried to kick and claw, but they were entirely helpless. Meanwhile, he grinned and called them by name, telling them they would be trained and the failure of one is a failure of all of them. Tyra could tell that Beyonce was there as well.. but were Emma and Miley as well? She hoped not.. for their sakes! She shivered as he ran his hands over her cheek, her waist, teasing her skin under her hose. He told her she looked good, and she winced and tried to look away. He told her she should always try to look good, and she jerked her head at him, cussing him out through the gag. "Master?" she thought, "is this guy crazy??"

All the girls were loaded up and placed into the car before being driven off eithout anyone seeing this go down. Drake laughed and kept driving as he got to the large cabin and pulled up where he hid the car. He got out and looked over at Beyonc and Tyra and licked his lips before calling over some help. They opened the door and pulled them out while he opened the trunk and pulled Miley out and then pulled Emma out as well. He watched Beyonc as they held her and dragged her inside before tying her over to the pen and made sure she was locked it. Both Tyra and Beyonc would of started to come around and wake up but it was a little too lay for them. both were tied to the wall of the pens and kept gagged. Drake watched the girls as they were put into their cages and locked in and tied. The guards watched as they all woke up and moved around only to discover that they were bound and couldn't move. "well well well awake now are we?" Drake looked at Beyonce and grinned. "It won't do you any good to try and fight as there is nothing you can do about it. Drake watched the two girls and grinned. "So now miss Knowles and Banks, You will be trained next and its best you don't try to resist otherwise you risk yourself and your friends safety because when one screws up everyone else will be punished." He walked over to her running his hand against her cheek, letting his hand trail down over her waist, feeling the hose over her legs. "you look good and know that looks often please your master so you will do your best to make sure your appearance pleases your master"

As Tyra watched, a woman walked in carrying a small child and with two bodyguards following. Her heart skipped a beat as she thought the woman was there to save her and the others. Instead, the monster who had stolen them talked with her.. something about a lord and a birthday gift and stock. She had no idea what this man was talking about! The child looked around, though, and pointed out Beyonce and Tyra, stating that he wanted them. Beyonce wanted to ask what he meant, why he wanted them, but the gag let her do nothing more than mumble and cry, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. Then, she sank back into darkness as she was knocked out once again. When their eyes opened, they saw a freak show in front of them. Semi-human creatures, blends of man and animals like tigers and wolves, and they screamed out at the strange sight!

Drake shook his head. "I wouldn't be like that if I were you." He looked over to notice a womman walking with what looked like a small child but that child also had 2 bodyguards following the woman. "Ah the young prince and lady Jolene." He smiled and looked at them. "Im assuming that lord Vao wants someone for Prince Abel's birthday gift, well we just got our new stock in so if he would like to see I would be more then happy to show you those whom we have." Abel looked around at all the girls as he spread out his wings to stretch them out before looking back at his mother then the bodyguards. Abel nodded and looked at Beyonc and to Tyra before nodding. "I want them." Drake nodded and looked at the prince and nodded. 'All right then my young lord, It will be made." As the girls slowly came around they could notice this wasnt some normal area..these men were not just human but creatures who had long since vanished from mankind's eye. living in their own socieity, they were human animal crosses. mostly though they appeared to be either tigers and wolves.

Tyra and Beyonce were pulled out from their cages and roughly had thick collars fastened around their neck. They cried out in outrage at this, struggling to free their hands and take the collars off. Meanwhile, Abel wrapped his odd tail around himself and smiled, making them look away, sobbing. They were then taken roughly to a car, with Beyonce tied down on the floor of the car, her butt forced to rise far into the air as Tyra was placed on his lap, her hose sliding against him as he asks her how she would please her Master. "Master! I don't have a Master, damnit! I won't please anyone I don't want!" A shock ran through their body and the squealed out in surprise, being told that they should answer if they didn't want to be punished. He licked his lips evilly, and Tyra shivered at the sight, almost glad Beyonce couldn't see it. His hands slid over her firm breasts, rubnbing them and squeezing as she squirmed in his lap, trying to find a way to get free. Beyonce made muffled sounds as she struggled to get off the floor. He said they would prove a fun challenege, but it would have to wait while they were trained. Trained?? Trained for what, they both wondered, their eyes meeting and fear shining in their eyes. Emma and Miley had been chained in another pair of pens and had gone through similar experiences, fear and anger surging through their treatment and how helpless they were - so different from their carefree life just a few hours before. Bracers were placed on their wrists, binding them and limiting their movement, as someone introduced himself as Pyrodock, and that they could call him Master. Miley couldn't help it, and snickered at the idea of calling someone Master. It just seemed so silly. Emma tried to get her to stop, fear clear in her expression, but Miley kept smirking and snickering.

The Bodyguard spoke with the cell guards and had Tyra and Beyonc both pulled out and collared Abel looked at the two girls and smiled wrapping his tail around his waist. "good good." He looked over at his mother who was about to say something until he spoke. "I know I know, Dad says only one now and the other will be during the party itself. He looked over his two new girls and smiled before he headed back with them having both put into a car and driven, during the ride he had Beyonc tied to the ground in front of him with her nice ass on display to him while he held Tyra in his lap enjoying the dress and hose she was in. "tell me how you will please your master." Abel looked at Beyonc and shook his head as he kept pressed against her during the trip but he sent a small shock through her body when she stayed silent. "I would advise you to do all that you are told my pet unless you want me to punish you." Abel watched Tyraa and grinned licking his lips. "Now I would tell you to do as you were told and answer my previous order." He held onto her letting his hands move over her breasts which he gave a squeeze. he then also looked at Beyonc and grinned as she kept struggling in the ropes that held her down. "I can tell that you will prove a fun challenge. but it will have to wait till after the party which is a few days, but in the meantime you will be trained." meanwhile Emma and Miley had been bought in a pair as well. He watched the two, putting the bracers on their wrists which would keep them from running far. "My name is Pyrodock, though for now you can call me master."

Tyra wasn't squirming to please him but to escape, but he didn't seem to care. Instead, he just licked his lips and seemed to enjoy it as she struggled during the trip. Finally, the car stopped and the two women were tugged out of the car. Abel claimed Tyra, his weird tail stroking her thighs under her dress, teasing her skin. He directed the guards to take Beyonce to a private pen until after the party, whatever that meant. Beyonce was taken into her room and bracers were placed on her but she wasn't actually bound anymore and could move around. As soon as the guards left, she began to explore the room, looking for a way out. There was a lot of different, wonderful furniture but she didn't care about that. She had to get out! Surely there were people looking for her! If she could just find a way to get word out! She moved to the door, however, but she couldn't walk through it.. the bracers held her back. Cursing, she tried and tried again, always failing! Meanwhile, Emma and Miley were led out by Pyro, the bracers on their writers glowing a moment as they moved into what looked like an apartment. They were told they could do and go where they want, but they couldn't leave and had to do what they were told - that if one of them messed up, the other would be punished. Emma and Miley shared a terrified glance with each other - what had seemed ridiculous had suddenly become much more real.

Abel looked at Tyra and held onto her and grinned. "oh You'll do fine my pet you'll do fine." He grinned and licked his lips watching as she kept squirming on his lap to try and keep him interested and happy through the ride back. Once they were there Abel pulled Tyra out while his bodyguards grabbed Beyonc and looked at Abel. Abel just nodded watching them. "This fine one Will stay with me." As he pulled Tyra close to him, his tail sneaking up her dress. "She will be with me while the other one. have her put in my private pens that I had furnished for the time being until after the party." The guards nodded and grabbed Beyonc and dragged her to another room. Her ropes were traded for bracers that with a touch would lock her hands together and her feet. She was allowed free roam in the room which was actually quite well to do, a large sized bed, bathroom, closest and dresser and everything she would need. yet when she tried to leave the room the bracers would keep her from leaving, almost like those invisible fences they use to keep pets in. Pyro watched Miley and Emma leading them away from the pens and to what seemed to be a nice flat and ushered them in. The bracers hummed and glowed white before returning to gold. "Think of this as your house, able to go where you want..but you wont leave unless I let you.. Learn this..as long as you do as told I wont have to punish you. but should one of you act up, the other will be punished..I like to think of myself as caring and I can be kind, you will be fed, clothed, sleep in a bed but will also do as told..there are others out there who are not as kind."

Abel looked at Tyra and licked his lips looking her over before thinking about what to do with her. " Tell me my pet, what are you deepest and darkest fantasies and fetishes. So that I know how to reward you for obeying your master." He was using every bit of control to not jump up and pin Tyra down to the floor and have her right there. He watched and waited to see if Tyra would obey him or not, and as he was dealing with her the Bracers on Beyonc's wrist would of glowed before having the bobby pin break. After that it would of sent a small shock into miss Knowles, but the shock wouldnt of hurt but actually pleasured her. Pyro looked at the two girls and just shook his head as they seemed to want to be defiant. "I really didn't want it to come to this but fine.." He sighed watching the girls before sending the shocks through their bodies, giving them pain and pleasure mixed together. He knew he'd be able to break them. He let the shocks carry on for a while until he stopped and looked at them. "It grows late at the night..Your room is down the hall and to the right. You may sleep if you want."

Ibuki - Ninja Village, Japan Despite the fact that the sun was barely creeping it's way past the peaks of the mountain that surrounded the small village, there was chatter and sounds circling the air as the ninjas were getting ready for their morning routines. Some were sharpening their kunai while conversing, others carrying buckets of water from the nearby well, a few already stretching for the training to come. But, although most of the villagers were already awake, if not all, one laid sound asleep, curled up in a ball on her mat, a little bit of drool coming down the side of her lips. Then came a small jab in the side of her stomach to disrupt her peaceful slumber. Moaning a bit in annoyance she tried to ignore it but then came another, then another. Shifting her position, turning around to face the other way, Ibuki tried to get back to sleep but the little pokes keep persisting on the back. Eventually her eyes lazily opened to reveal a small creature anxiously watching over her. "What is your problem Don-chan?" she mumbled as she sat up, wiping away the drool from her mouth with the back of her hand. The little tanuki, a pet she had kept as long as she could remember, tilted it's head slightly before pointing out of the window at the sun, which had risen up now to illuminate the once dark room. It took a while to register but the female ninja suddenly realized what it meant and almost jumped up from the mat. "I am so late!" she exclaimed to practically no one as she hurriedly made her way to a nearby table and began wrapping her bare feet with a reel of white cloth bandages that laid upon it. Doing the same with her ankles and shins, Ibuki turned her head to try and find her arm guards. "Where are th-" she said to herself before Don-chan made it way onto the table in front of her holding the pair in his tiny hands. With a smile she hurriedly placed them on her, grabbing a couple kunai and began out the door, the tanuki following alongside her. Although early, ninjas started their training at the brink of dawn in the clearing and she already knew she wasn't going to make it in time. As she made her way through the village, a lot of the people who weren't in training shaking their heads as she made her way through them, she pondered what would happen. Another scolding? More chores to do after? She groaned at the prospect of cleaning out the dojo yet AGAIN. Jumping onto a branch of one of the large trees of the forest she began to rush through, going from tree to tree as she zipped through. Soon enough, the trees began to open up a bit in the dense forest revealing a brightly illuminated clearing with bodies all warming up and sparring. "Made it!" she exclaimed with joy as she hopped from the last branch down to the ground. Hopefully being just a LITTLE late wouldn't be too bad In her hurry she didn't even get to notice the woman hiding below that last tree, watching the ninjas. Don-chan, however, did and, instead of following Ibuki down to the ground, stayed in the tree, watching her. Why did she look so familiar to the tanuki?

The woods were quiet....too quiet. And it wasn't that Juri sensed any kind of impending doom. It was peaceful. Serene. BORING. Juri just felt like screaming, like smashing some trees to the ground with her bare hands. The Korean girl wished she could be out of here as quickly as possible, the sooner the better. She wasn't here to enjoy the scenery. No, she'd sooner have this place leveled. She was here because, in the last tournament, she had encountered a female ninja named Ibuki. This ninja girl seemed like the perfect test subject for the female exclusive "Feng Shui" engine, the very power that Juri herself held. Now that she was in charge of SIN and Seth was dead and buried, the psychotic bitch was ready to conquer the world. And for that, she needed soldiers. Finally, after what seemed like hours of walking, she finally reached a clearing. It seemed well used, but was at present, empty. A slow, sadistic smile crept onto Juri's face, licking her lips in anticipation. This was the place. This looked like their training ground. All she had to do was wait, and eventually, her little kunoichi would show herself. After that, it was a matter of beating her...then using her to sate her desires. She had to resist the urge to play with her own breasts at the tought, her over active libido tempting her....one of the side effects of the Feng shui engine.

Ibuki - Meadow Training Grounds, Japan Sheepishly giving the mentor a little grin and shrug as she made her way towards him, standing in the middle of all the sparring ninjas, Ibuki already knew she was in a heap of trouble by the look on his face. This was not the first time she was late to daily training in the morning and, the last time this happened, her mentor had chastised her in front of all her friends and fellow trainees. Embarrassing beyond belief, especially since she was one of the older members of the group at 19. "Sorry Sensei, I wa-" she started to say as her mouth opened but was cut off when her mentor raised up a hand. Oh-oh. But he didn't seem to be angry, staring off past her into the trees from which she had just emerged. As she turned her head back to see what he was looking at, her mentor's eyes tightened and there was a loud crash that emanated from that area. "Oh little ninja giirrrl! Come out and PLAAAAY!!" The voice was feminine and loud as the sound echoed throughout the meadow, drawing the attention of all the ninjas-in-training towards the spot where a woman now stood, one foot up against the trunk of the large tree she just toppled. As Ibuki squinted to try and make out who it was, her mentor was already sprinting past her towards the woman, almost a blur himself. No intruders were allowed to trespass on the sacred grounds of the village and this woman was no exception. The voice thoughwhere had she heard it from? As her mind frantically tried to work it out, it went to the latest World Warrior tournament that occurred only a couple months ago where she had snuck out to participate in. Ibuki had not won, instead forgetting about the prize to go hang out with a girl she met, Sakura, but had heard rumors of one who had literally almost decimated most of the entrants. Many she left near death, others were not so lucky. Those who had survived had almost been paralyzed, both in fear and due to physical injuries. The ones that could speak though only said to "Beware of the Spider". Could it be? "Sensei! No!" she yelled as he made her way towards the unmoving woman and jumped high in the air towards her, throwing a pair of kunai where she stood. As he landed from his jump, he looked behind him to see if he had hit his target and, instantaneously, his satisfied smirk turned into a frown when he realized the woman had barely budged, except for her right leg. It was raised in the air, the two metal kunai in between her toes, expertly caught. "How di-" he managed to get out before the foot came down, throwing the sharp knives back at him, piercing his shoulder while his students gasped in shock, Ibuki included. Bleeding down the side of his standard ninja uniform, he grasped at them but felt himself slowly start to pass out from the pain. She must had struck a nerve with the throw, causing him body to go into shock. The students slowly watched the woman as she smirked to herself, apparently satisfied, before turning towards the group. As everyone slowly began to back up while she made her way towards them, Ibuki felt a pang of fear. Why was this woman here? Was her sensei alright? How did she manage to subdue him so quick? The entire group was silent along with the stranger as the only noise that was left was the mentor slowly slumped against the tree, not dead but gravely wounded.

Just as Juri was getting fed up of waiting, her target arrived. She was moving fast, a blur through the trees. A normal person would have had a tough time following her, but Juri was not ordinary. Her glowing eye started to grow brightly as she got more excited. Her pussy actually began to get wet from the mere THOUGHT of pummeling this girl into the ground. Using the Engine's power, she zipped between the trees on the ground with ease, not noticing the tanuki that had stopped to stare at her. Her legs were a blur of motion as she tried to speed ahead of her target. If Ibuki noticed her, it was still all well and good...but she would prefer to ambush her prey. Finally, she got one tree ahead of the little ninja girl. Skidding to a halt, Juri did a small, standing jump....then did a spin kick, accompanied by malevolent purple ki. She actually laughed out loud as her leg easily splintered the trunk, sending the tree crashing down to the ground. Not too subtle, but it got the job done, and it was a raw display of power. Power she'd soon use to subjugate Ibuki. "Oh little ninja giirrrl! Come out and PLAAAAY!!"

Ibuki - Meadow Training Grounds, Japan "Well, now that THAT's out of the way, I'll be taking what I came for. Ibuki, I believe your name was." The voice chilled every bone in Ibuki's body as she heard her name being mentioned by this obviously demented woman. The tone wasn't even menacing but moreplayful. As if this person was having fun instead of invading a village of trained warriors who would not hesitate in killing her. The woman herself was dressed in strange garbs as well, her loose pants clearly suited for a more kicking style of combat while her topwait. The intent of it's design was as clear as the lake she swam in during her training. The Spider. "No! WAIT!" Ibuki yelled as some of her classmates ran towards the lady in an attempt at an assault. They stood no chance, being only youngsters who were still learning how to properly fight. If her sensei was so easily taken down, these students would Grunts of pain and shouts broke through the air as this woman quickly dispatched the few that tried to attack her, birds flying off from the trees at the sudden loud noises. The students that were too scared or shocked to do anything seemed frozen as the woman's heel crushed down against the last of her attacker's chest, a grunt escaping from his mouth before his eyes closed shut. Ibuki found herself wanting to rush to help them but her legs felt paralyzed. No, you have to hold it together. These students were counting on her, as one of the more experienced of them, to keep everyone safe and being a coward wasn't going to help right now. This woman clearly wanted something to do with her and it was time to step up and face her with all her training. "Well THAT was fun! But I'm only here for one of you!" With a gulp down her throat Ibuki made her way forward out of the small crowd of frightened students, the grass of the meadow crunching underneath her cloth wrapped soles. "I am Ibuki," she said, trying to keep her voice steady, making sure she was prepared if any strike would come her way. This woman had already proved her speed was unparalleled and any hesitation could result in her getting beat down. "What do you want? Why are you looking for me?" she continued, putting on a brave face as she stared at the stranger and met her gaze. As her eyes met the target's, it was obvious something was wrong with one of themsomething different at least. There was some sort of symbol imprinted on it, and it slowly spun, unnaturally. Was that the source of her speed and strength? As they faced one another, a breeze picked up, Ibuki's long ponytail swishing around and all was silent. "Who are you?" she asked finally, confused yet determined.

Juri looked on at the rest of the group with a brief look of boredom as their stupid teacher lay bleeding on the ground, his own weapon stuck in his shoulder. Useless, she thought. It wasn't the instructor she was after. No, that sack of garbage wasn't worth her time. No, she already had her target. She turned to the group of trainees, who seemed to observe her with shock, awe...and more then a little fear. She could practically SMELL it. Good. They should be afraid. "Well, now that THAat's out of the way, I'll be taking what I came for. Ibuki, I believe your name was." The trainees gasped. What did this crazy woman want with their classmate? Some backed away, while others looked on with grim faces, clutching kunai between their fingers. True, their instructor had fallen...but they were well trained, and there was a lot of them. Surely they could win! One student jumped high, throwing the deadly daggers, while two students rushed Juri from the ground. It was a mistake. Juri actually laughed. Had they not seen what happened to the master?! With a spinning kick, so knocked away the airborne dagger meant for her, and it instead lodged itself into one of the charger's kneecaps, and they fell to the ground writhing in pain. As the other student got close, she kept up the momentum, sweeping his legs from under him....then slamming her heel into his stomach. The wind was knocked out of him. The ninja that landed saw her comrades fall and hesitated...and that was all Juri needed. Dashing forward, a simple cartwheel kick to the collarbone was all it took, and the ninja was out cold. Licking her lips, Juri, ran a hand across her breast plate in an almost seductive manner. "Well THAT was fun! But I'm only here for one of you!"

Juri waited for what seemed like minutes for someone to speak up, when in reality, it was only a couple of moments. She was about ready start start breaking bones just to get someone to talk. She actually raised her leg high above her head, ready to bring her heel down on some poor trainee's arm, when she heard a voice. "I am Ibuki." Juri turned to the source to find the girl that had arrived late to the training ground. Funny, she just knew it was her for some reason. They stood staring at one another for a good long well, Juri wearing an almost silly grin on her face, still tingly from the pleasure from crushing the other trainees. She slowly lowered her leg and stared the girl in the eyes. There was bravery in those eyes...as well as fear. Perhaps this girl would prove a challenge. hopefully she was a prime candidate. "Who are you?" Juri laughed at the question. How cute! She was ANGRY! Angry that Juri had trashed her friends! She was going to enjoy this.... "I suppose it won't hurt to tell. My name is Juri....and I'm here to make you my servant!" With introductions out of the way, Juri suddenly flung a distant kick....and misty purple ki shot straight at the kunoichi Ibuki.

Inoue Orihime slowly cracked her left eye open as she heard the sound of her alarm going off. She couldn't help but feel a little disappoint for she was probably having the best dream of her life. Her She slowly sat up in bed, rubbing the sleepiness out of her eyes. She threw her legs over the bed and quickly slipped them into her favorite house shoes. She stood up and gave a big stretch before she yelped as her back popped. "Oh darn it!" She huffed as she headed towards her bathroom. She took her time getting ready, showering, brushing her teeth and finally putting on her school uniform. Her uniform was basic but cute. A grey skirt and a white blouse with a cute little red bow on the front. It was spring time so she didn't have to wear that dreadful grey jacket. She quickly packed her lunch and started for her apartment door. She had a good ways to walk to school but she knew Tatsuki, her best friend, would be waiting just a few blocks from here to walk with her. She hummed to herself until she saw Tatsuki ahead of her. She grinned and quickly waved her hands above her head. "Tatsuki!" She yelled, running to catch her breath. They chatted a bit and started off towards the direction of the school. "So, Orihime, have you heard about the new student we are having today?" Tatsuki asked as they turned down an alley. Orihime cocked her head to the side, she had heard nothing about this. "New student?" She asked excitedly, "We haven't had anyone new around here all year!" She was always excited to meet new people; it was just in her nature. They chatted about what he may look like, his personallity, grades, etc, when the school building finally came into view. "Sorry Orihime, I gotta run to the school Dojo before First period!" Tatsuki waved goodbye and quickly darted off. Orihime smiled as she approached the building. As she got closer, she noticed a very tall boy standing outside the gates and he looked rather confused. Her heart skipped a beat! She knew it was the new transfer student and from looks of it, he was lost and not even inside the school yet. Being the person she was, she walked up behind him and tapped his shoulder. "Excuse me, do you need help?" She smiled, waiting for him to turn around.

Oboro Moritsunemade his way to school; he'd be a new transfer student from Okinawa. He wasn't quite sure what to expect; his parents said that they had to move for some odd reason. Being seventeen years of age, he couldn't exactly argue. He ran a hand through his short, jet-black hair as he walked. He hated the uniform; it itched like crazy and felt small on him. "For crying out loud, screw the dress code". he grumbled as he undid the second button from the top; now it fit him better. He'd need to see about getting a bigger uniform, this one was just one size too small. Standing a good six feet tall and being broad of shoulder, not too many clothes fit him right; his parents were fairly well-off and had most of his clothing custom-tailored. However, getting a school uniform like that was proving more challenging than one might think, so he would have to wear it for just today and perhaps tomorrow. Luckily, the pants were fairly loose, but the shirt stretched a bit too tightly for his liking. Eventually, he reached the school itself; he then smiled, "Hey, not bad, not bad at all." He then looked around to see some of the other students; mostly girls is what he saw. Very attractive ones, too."Score!"he thought to himself with a wide smile; his other school was a sausage fest. Eye candy was always nice to have on hand, and such a wide variety too. But he would only look briefly and not touch; he made the mistake of doing the opposite of that in Okinawa and learned his lesson. Still, his gunmetal gray eyes, speckled with bits of cobalt coloration, shone brightly from his face. People had called him 'Bright-Eyes' back at his old school for this unusual eye trait. And some were actually polite to ask how his eyes got that way; he had no idea and he told them just that. He was fully prepared to repeat himself if anyone decided to ask. "OK, so where do I go?" he said as he looked at his schedule, trying to see where his first class was.

Orihime gasped as the young man turned to face her. He was huge, he towered over her like she was nothing but a tiny ant. She blushed as his eyes staring right into her large brown ones. He was quite a cute, she had to admit that he was actually far better looking than her current crush, Ichigo. She shook her head and quickly bowed to him. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to startle you like that." She said as she looked back up to him, the scratching back of her head. She didn't miss the fact that his eyes roamed over her body, checking her out. She signed mentally, that was the first thing guys did when they met him but who could blame them? Since her first days of middle school, she had been cursed with quite a large set of breast. It caused her so much trouble! From guys to back pains. She was about to wave her hand in his face when he finally spoke again. She was thankfully he had nothing rude to say about her chest, there could have be hope after all. "It's nice to meet you, Moritsune!" She grinned cheerfully at him. "I'm Inoue Orihime and if you don't mind, let me see your schedule." She took it from him and read over it carefully. Her eyes lit up as she handed it back. "Well, it looks like your day just got better! Me and you have the same classes!" She clapped her hands together. "You can just follow me around all day as I show you the ropes." Without thinking, she grabbed his hand and starting leading him towards first period. Once they arrived at Classroom 1-A, she opened the door and stepped in, motioning for him to come in with her. The whole class became silent as he walked in.. She hated to admit but he was rather strange looking for this area and knew she would have to help him make it through the day.

Moritsune practically jumped out of his skin, giving a short yelp when he felt someone tap on the shoulder; he was so engrossed in trying to figure out where everything was that he didn't hear the girl walking up behind him. "Hey, what's the big...." he said but paused when he saw no one there. He then looked down and saw a very cute red-headed girl looking at him. "Oh. Well, hello there, ma'am." His gunmetal-cobalt eyes scanned rather obviously in a once-over of her; she was cute. But, Okinawa taught him that cute ones were already taken, and he really didn't feel like getting into a fight on the first day. Maybe later, he would fight to win her over, but not now. "Yeah, I could use some help. But where are my manners? I'm Oboro Moritsune, the new transfer student. This is my first day here and I feel like I'll just end up wandering the campus aimlessly without some help. If you have some free time, would you mind helping me find my classrooms?"

Orihime couldn't help but feel a little as the entire class became silent. Every head in the room was now currently looking at Moritsune and her. She couldn't help but give a nervous laugh right as a paper ball was thrown at his face. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand as she looked at him, a very wide amount of emotions crossing his features. She quickly glanced back at the class and put her hands on her hips. "Whose the wise guy who threw the paper at our new students face?" She demanded as her eyes scanned the group of students. Either they avoided her eyes or some of them smirked; she wasn't really a very intimidating person. She sighed as she lowered her head, if only Ichigo was here he would have been up here helping her. After a moment most of the students went back to their own conversations. Sgt looked up at Moritsune and smiled. "They will grow on you I am sure." She motioned for him follow her as she lead him to the back of the room. In the last row, she finally sat down. "You can sit here in this seat, the owner of that desk is probably going to be late anyway." She couldn't help but notice Uryu Ishida staring at them intently. Why would he have interest in the new student..? He was antisocial and usually avoided any confrontation; yet they were fixed on Moritsune. She shook her head and looked back at Moritsune with a smile. "So Moritsune, what brings you to Karakura? It's rare to see new students in this small city."

Moritsune was about to ask where they were before he felt Orihime grab his hand."She's a bold one, I like that. Either that or just someone who's easily excitable. Either way, I think I like this girl."he thought to himself. Though he sighed mentally when she gasped; he wondered if people would poke fun at him for his height again. It wasn't that it was painful, more like extremely annoying. People weren't clever, they always called him 'BeanStalk' or 'Skyscraper.' But, she didn't comment on his height, at least not directly, something which he was thankful for. As Orihime led him through the halls to the classroom, he followed her motion and stepped inside. The chatter that went on in the room came to a dead halt; he sighed in his head."This is going to be Okinawa High all over again. Why the hell did I have to be so tall?"he said in his mind. It was always either his eyes or his height, nothing else about him. He rubbed the back of his head and smiled nervously, "Uh....hello. My name's Oboro Moritsune. I just transferred here from the high school at Okinawa, so...please be patient with me while I adjust." At this a ball of paper came and hit him in the side of the head. He heard some snickering, but didn't see where it was coming from."Guess I'm getting into a fight today, fantastic."Moritsune thought to himself. His strange-colored eyes scanned the room looking for the dead little fuck who threw it. Unbeknownst to Moritsune, if a certain orange-haired boy had been in here, he would have been all over the kid who threw the paper ball. But he was off in a fight outside of campus, so he would probably be a little late to class.

She frowned as he told her some of his life story but something told her there was more to him than that. She just smiled though, not wanting to be rude by trying to pry his past out. "Don't worry about it! You are a friend of mine now." She grinned happily. "Meaning I'm here to listen to you talk whenever you need it! I have a tendency to talk to much and never shut up." She huffed as she caught herself about to go on a strange ramble. She looked up at eyes, they were quite striking.. nothing she had seen before. "Why would people tease you so much? Your eyes are beautiful.." She blushed as she complimented him. "Don't worry, these people aren't bad, just have to get used to you. "Anywaaaay.. There isn't much to know about me I think." She paused for a moment as she thought of where to start. "Well, I lived with my brother, Sora, for a long time. He took me away from our parents because they were abusive... But three years ago he died in an accident." Her eyes gave off a soft, sad expression as she thought back to her beloved brothers death. "So, ever since then I've been living on my own." She laughed, this is when most people became upset. "It's okay though, if anyone messes with me.. I can kick their butt! I do have a Black Belt." She started to fiddle with her thumbs as she continued, strange how she was already giving this much information to him. She felt like she could trust him. "I also love food but most people think I eat weird. My favorite is Red bean paste with buttered sweet potato and leeks! But really that's about it.." She blushed as she noticed she just talked his ear off.

When no one stepped forward to claim ownership of the paper wad, Hotsuma decided to let it go; he couldn't just start kicking the ass of everyone in the room until he got the person who did it. Well, he could, but the risk outweighed the rewards in this scenario. When he found the person who did it, however, he'd 'teach' them to watch where they threw their garbage. But he'd save that for another time; he then followed Orihime and sat where she directed him. He noticed a strange, raven-haired boy with glasses staring at him."What's his deal?"Moritsune thought curiously before sitting down. "Well, my parents thought it would be a good time to move. I wasn't exactly an honor student back at Nago High School; people often teased me for my height, and that prompted me to put them in their place. The combination of me getting into fights constantly and my father being reassigned made it pretty clear that we were moving out." He then sighed before continuing, "Sometimes they also poked fun my eye color; though mostly that was an honest question from curious males and overinterested ladies. I don't why they're like this; as far as I know, no one else has this eye color scheme." He then looked over and smiled, "But that's enough of my sob story. Tell me about you, Orihime."

She laughed as she noticed how he was becoming a little bashful from her words, she had never seen a guy be like that over her complementing something simple like their eyes. Heck, she wanted to keep staring into them but she would probably come off as a creeper! She couldn't help but blush at his words. She never found herself to be a strong or intimidating person, she just was put into some really bad situations while she was younger. "I never really thought of myself that way actually, I just think I'm a normal girl who tries her best to keep others happy." She smiled as her eyes looked down into her lap where she was currently fidgeting with her fingers. She had never been so open with someone so quickly like this but something about him that made her feel alright around him so quickly She giggled at his comment about life, he was right though. She was young and should live life how she wanted. Just as she was about to respond, he said something that totally caught her off guard. "What!" She gasped loudly before covering her mouth with her hands. "You want me to come live with you? B-But that would be such a burden to take in someone you hardly even knew!" She knew her face was dark red as she stumbled on her words. She noticed that he held his head lower after asking her such a thing and she kind of felt bad. "Well you know.. I might take you up on that. The area of town I currently live at is kinda becoming dangerous anyway!" She smiled trying to cheer him up. "I think it would make my bother happy to know I was safe." She reached over and placed her hand on top of his. "Please don't feel bad about asking, I can tell you regret that, but it actually made me happy."

"That's good to know, Orihime." He then chuckled when she basically called herself a motor-mouth before adding, "Trust me, there were some girls at my old school that could probably give you a run for their money." Moritsune couldn't help but flush slightly when Orihime complimented his eyes; she wasn't the first, but Moritsune wasn't used to being complimented about them. It made him strangely bashful. "Yeah, I know. I'm the FNG around here. That's Friggin' New Guy, in case you wondered." Of course, there was a more inapproporiate word that went there, but he tried not to swear in front of a lady. But whenever he got in a fight, he cursed like a fucking sailor, no matter who was around or who he was fighting. Moritsune then listened as Orihime told him probably one of the worst things he could have heard; well, two. Not only were her parents abusive to her, her only relative that cared for her was taken away. His large fist clenched slightly; he couldn't imagine living without parents or family. But she'd done it, for three years. That made her tougher than any man he'd known from his own school, it made her tougher than he was. And he wasn't afraid to admit it. "I will say this, Orihime. You have one hell of a personal consitution to go through all that and still carry yourself so high." He then grinned playfully, "I think I'm actually a little intimidated by you." He could tell she wasn't lying about it either; something about told him she wasn't the lying type unless it was for a good reason. "Well, I don't think they're too far off, if that's your favorite. But hey, you only live once, so enjoy it how you see fit." He then gave a small sigh and said, "Forgive me if this sounds too forward, Orihime, but if you'd like, you could come stay with me and my folks. We have a guest room that's unused." He then realized his potential mistake and turned his head in shame."You just met her, Moritsune. You need to learn to keep your mouth shut sometimes. Now what is she going to think?"

Orihime giggled as he rambled on about his house and family. "I guess I could come over tonight and visit you family." She paused for a moment. "I wouldn't want to move in without the proper introduction first anyway." She smiled, still not moving her hand from his. She couldn't help but notice how strong they felt and slightly calloused. His face was still slightly red and she could feel a blush slowly creeping on her face. Just as she was about to ask some more questions about his house, the classroom door swung open and there stood Ichigo and Chad. She felt Moritsune hand leave hers and she quickly stood up. She saw how rough looking they both appeared and knew they had been in another fight. She started to grow nervous as Ichigo made his way to her but his eyes weren't set on her but Moritsune. She stood there awkwardly waiting for them to finish speaking. "Well, I'm glad you two seem to get along well!" She chimed in after a pause of silence. "Sometimes Ichigo can come off as scary." She gave out an awkward laugh as she scratched the back of her head. She looked Ichigo up and down again and huffed. "Tatsuki is going to kill you if she find out you were in another fight.." She giggled as she saw the dark hair girl enter in.. with the teacher in behind her. Her eyes widen as she quickly sat down, hoping Moritsune would do the same. She smiled as Ichigo and Chad went to take their seats while Tatsuki glared at both of them. "I'll meet you after school if you want me to go by your home tonight!" She whispered as the teacher began class.

Moritsune was so embarrassed at himself for being so direct that he didn't register Orihime's acceptance of his offer. It wasn't until he felt a hand on his own that he looked back at Orihime and heard her tell him not to be ashamed of asking that he felt a sense of relief. He then chuckled before responding, "Whew, that's good. I thought I really screwed up there. And don't worry about being a burden; my family's done this before and I see no reason I can't join the little tradition. You'll find the Oboro household to be very accommodating.""Oh great, you dunce. Now you sound like a freaking TV advertiser. Get it together man!"he scolded himself again. His face was still a bit flushed from his extreme bout of personal shame; Moritsune was still somewhat naive when it came to women, and most found his directness to be very off-putting. Just then, the doors opened again; the room went silent as anorange, spiky-haired boyand anextremely tall, dark-haired boywalked into the classroom. They both had a couple of bruises and scratches on their face and bodies; they obviously won whatever fight they were in. Moritsune could tell they fought together by the fact they both had marks and came in together. They were both obviously fighters; Moritsune could see it in their body language. The murmurs in the classroom resumed once the initial shock wore off; clearly this was a near-everyday occurrence. The orange-haired boy and dark-haired boy made their way to Orihime and in turn, Moritsune. Moritsune sat up in the desk, pulling his hand from under Orihime's. There was an awkward silence before the orange-haired boy spoke,"Looks like you made a new friend, Orihime. You must be that new transfer student."Moritsune nodded and introduced himself when he stood up from the desk; he would prove to be just as tall as the dark-haired boy. "I am. Name's Oboro Moritsune.""Kurosaki Ichigo."The taller dark-haired boy then introduced himself"Yasutaro Sado. I heard you were from Nago High School in Okinawa." Moritsune nodded and replied, "Yeah, that's me. Looks like you two had some fun." Ichigo gave a derisive snort and said with an annoyed expression, not that it was directed at Moritsune,"Bunch of annoying punks trying to prove they were tough. So bothersome."

No matter how hard she tired, Orihime couldn't focus on her lessons that day. She fidgeted and bit the end of her pencil as she dozed in and out of her daydreams. She was kinda nervous meeting Moritsune this afternoon. She could always decline his invite but she was feeling lonely living home alone.. And if her brother was here, he'd make sure she went. She sighed as she looked at her book in the last class of the day. It was history and she was trying hard to focus on the history of WWII but she just couldn't. When the final bell of the day went off, she quickly bolted out of her chair, sighing happily that the day was finally over. She looked around and spotted Moritsune standing up as well. She quickly walked over to him and smiled. "How was your day?" She said. "Sorry we couldn't sit together in this class, Mr. Jones prefers assigned seats still." She waited for him to pick his bags up, before they started towards the door. "So you want to hang around the school for a bit? or head on towards your house?" She questioned as they dodging all the other noisy kids in the hallway.

"Sounds good" he whispered back; he then stared ahead and listened as the teacher began the lecture. Moritsune still felt a little weird that he'd been so direct in asking Orihime to stay with him; for some reason a nice girl like Orihime being forced to live alone like that just didn't sit well with him. He was just glad that she accepted his offer; he was sure his parents would find Orihime to be acceptable, not that their standards were very high to begin with. His folks were very laid-back; though they could be very stern when they needed to. Especially when he got into fights; which at his old school was quite often. Mostly because of his size, people thought he was a tough guy; well, he was when he had to be but he tried to be friendly to people and show that not all giants like him were bloodthirsty brawlers. When class was over, he stood and said, "Well, since we have the same classes and I don't know this school one bit, could you lead the way, Orihime?"

She blushed as they walked towards the gates of the school, awkwardly chatting like they may have known each other for years. They noticed that other students were giving her strange stares like she was kind of weird walking with him. She felt bad because she knew that his strange appearance would be hard to accept but she had a feeling it would work out fine in the end. She had a feeling that some of the students thought she might be looking for him for more than friendship though, due to her larger set of breast and built, people assumed she slept around. She honestly never had done anything with a guy before! She huffed as she looked down at her feet right as she heard a loud scream and hands wrap around her neck. "Inooooooooooooooooue~!"Cried Chizuru behind her. Orihime gasped as two soft hands came up and groped her breast from behind. "Ahh! Chizuru!" She cried out as she tired to pull the girl off of her. Orihime's face was bright, bright red as she struggled. She couldn't help but look up and see the surprised expression on Moritsune. At the same moment, Chizuru pulled away from Orihime and glared at Moritsune."Now who are you?"She growled at him."Are you after my Orihime too?"Orihime made a small "eep" sound as she ran inbetween both parties. "Chizuru! This is our new transfer student, Oboro Moritsune!" She gave her a weary smile. Chizuru turned her nose to him as she looked at Orihime."Inoue, I worry about you sometimes."She huffed."But if you need some time to "relax", you know where to find me."She gave Orihime a hug as she before she left them. Orihime sighed as she looked up at Moritsune. "Uh.. Sorry about that. She kinda has a crush on me.. and doesn't take well to other guys." She took him by the hand, pulling him out of the school gates and on to the road. "Let's get going before she finds us again! Lead the way Mr.Moritsune!" She teased.

Moritsune found it difficult to concentrate; while it was nice Orihime accepted his offer, he still felt like such a creeper for being so forward. He wondered what she thought about him, if she felt that he was creepy. His eyes gave off that vibe to some; since they were so unique in their coloration, people tended to shy away from him. His height made people afraid of him too; it would come as no surprise that he felt very lonely at his old school. That made it hard for him to make a lot of friends. This school seemed to be a little different, but not by much. It was quieter, more organized sure, but the students for the most part still tended to stay away from him. When class was over, Moritsune let out a sigh of relief; history was such a boring subject to him. While learning from it was obviously important and that much he knew, studying it just seemed to be remembering important dates and people. He saw Orihime approach him; he felt so nervous around her for some reason. Well, in his eyes, she had an incredible figure. He knew being that shallow was terrible, but he was working on it. He also liked that she seemed eager to befriend him, though he was certain she was that way with everybody. He then answered her question, "It was alright, Karakura High is pretty different. A lot quieter for the most part." He then chuckled when she mentioned assigned seats, "You guys are luckier than I was. Every class was assigned seating; the teachers actually did research on the students and assigned them based on how big of troublemakers they were thought out to be." When she asked him if he wanted to head home or stay here. "Going home sounds nice. I gotta warn you though, my father's a bit of an....eccentric. Mother is very pleasant though, you'll like her a lot."

She really hoped Chizuru didn't leave a bad impression of her with Moritsune. She didn't have anything about Chizuru and her liking of girls, but she couldn't see herself dating the girl. She was a good friend and had been with her almost as long as Tatsuki and wouldn't want anything to happen to that. She giggled as Moritsune started talking back to her, glad to see that he was opening up more and more. She felt kind of lucky to be talking to such a handsome and exotic looking man. "I don't mind a little trip, as long as I can leave before night falls. It's kinda scary walking home at night." Just as she was about to speak up again, she heard him loudly snap at the people around them who were staring. She blushed as she watched all the people take off, leaving just them walking down the road. "I don't think they mean anything by looking at.." Was all she could finish as she heard a loud noise coming right towards them. She saw it, the car racing right towards her. She stood there like a deer in headlights, unable to move but her eyes as wide as possible. She could feel her hair whipping around her face and right before she let out a scream, she felt her body being pushed. She gasped as she hit the pavement, hard. She yelped as her shoulder and leg scrapped along the rough ground. She looked up just in time to see Moritsune's head slam into the wall, his body falling limply to the ground. "Moritsune!" She cried out as she scrambled to get up as the car took off, leaving the road clear expect for her and Moritsune. She ran to his side, lifting his head. "Moritsune! Wake up!" She cried out as she started to search his pocket for a cellphone, and much to her luck.. she couldn't find one. "Damn it!" She cursed, which was rare for her. She could feel tears building up in her eyes as she looked at him, his face scratched and bruised. She had to get help but she couldn't leave him here, and that's when she made her mind up. One thing about Orihime they didn't know, she was a Black belt and had a lot more strength than people gave her credit for. She positioned Moritsune around her so she could pick him up and carry him on her back. She read many stories where women had carried their husbands and family, so why couldn't she. She winced in pain as she lifted him, her leg swollen and sore. His dead weight body was almost to much for her and that's when she heard the sound of a car coming again. "Oh no.." She whispered as she closed her eyes for impact. But she was never hit, instead the car pulled infront of her and a woman came out of the driver side in a panic.. All she remembered as the woman taking Moritsune and hauling him into the back seat and pushing her into the front seat before darkness took her.

As they walked and talked, Moritsune also noticed the looks being sent in his general direction; though they seemed to be looking at Orihime. What? Was it against the law for her to talk to a new transfer student? The thought of Orihime sleeping around never even crossed his mind; her demeanor seemed too innocent. He'd seen a lot of 'loose' girls at his old school, the real hardcore sluts, and he could tell by looking at Orihime she definitely wasn't one of them. Though when the blood-red-headed Chizuru decided to call out her name and molest Orihime in a somewhat playful fashion, Moritsune was quite surprised indeed. Though when she confronted him and accused him of trying to get after Orihime, he was about to explain himself when Orihime decided to do that for him. So all he could do was stand and watch; though a curiosity crossed his mind when Chizuru emphasized 'relax'. Was Orihime bi? He strongly considered asking her before she told him about Chizuru's crush; in hindsight, Chizuru now had the body language of a lesbian. And even though he wouldn't admit, he had a temporary fantasy of Chizuru and Orihime making out, and boy was it hot! He then mentally slapped himself, saying in his mind"Jeez, Moritsune! Don't be a lecherous old pervert!"as Orihime led him outside of the school. He then couldn't help but laugh when Orihime called him "Mr. Moritsune." Giving a small grin he teased back, "OK, right this way, Miss Orihime. It's a fair ways away from here, but not that far." As they walked along, he noticed that more of the students were looking at them weirdly; he then said quite loudly, "Why don't you all take a picture? It will last longer!" This caused them to scurry off; he then grumbled "Man, it's like a crime to be friendly to people these days. Sheesh." Though something else would seek his attention; he heard a car engine that seemed to be getting louder quickly. Looking down the road, he saw a car going very fast. "What's that guy's hurry?" he asked to no one in particular; though now it seemed to have hit something and came barreling straight toward them. Time seemed to slow down for him as this happened; "What the fu...." he exclaimed before he remembered Orihime was with him. He then pushed her out of harm's way; though he would prove not to be so lucky. The car clipped him hard, causing the boy to emit a pained grunt and get thrown into a wall as the driver corrected its course and kept on speeding off. Moritsune's body hit the wall hard, his head whipped up and slammed against it, rendering him unconscious as his body slumped to the ground in a sitting position.

Mrs. Oboro had just been on the way to surprise her son by picking him up from school when she saw a young girl on the sidewalk in a frantic. As she drove closer to the girl, she noticed another body on the ground, beat up and covered with blood. She slammed on her brakes as she saw it was her son. She quickly jumped out the car and pulled her sons body away from the crying girl and laid in him the back seat while she forced the girl into the passenger seat. She quickly got back in the car and turned the car towards home. Looking over, she saw she young woman passed. She heard her son waking up and trying to talk to her."Don't speak. I am getting you two home so I can check you guys." was all she said as she raced home. Orihime's body felt heavy as she slowly started to wake up. Her mind was foggy and her body ached as she tired to turn over. She groaned loudly as her eyes opened and she was met with an unfamiliar room. That's when the events of the day came back to her and she bolted up, ignoring the pain in her body. "Moritsune!" She cried out, scared she had lost him. She looked around the room and found she was the only one in here. Just as she kicked her legs of the side of the bed, a older woman walked in the room with a tray. "Hold it Missy." She woman said with a firm voice."You don't need to move much or you will open your wounds back up." Orihime's eyes went big as she noticed her leg, arm and face had bandages on them. "Where is Moritsune? Is he okay?" She woman smiled at her."He's fine, I'm Moritsune's mother, Akiko."She walked over the Orihime and began to examine her. Orihime blushed as she watched her. "Would it be okay if I saw him?" Akiko nodded her head, standing up."Just be careful. You will find him in his room, right across the hallway." Orihime smiled as she slowly got out of bed and nervously entered his room. "Moritsune?" She called out as she closed the door behind her.

Moritsune would be out cold for a short while as he rode in the car; he woke up in a haze. His head throbbed and his body felt sore; he blinked a few times and raised a hand to his head. "Ugh, wha...." He then noticed he was in a car. "How did I.." he started before he remembered, "Orihime!" His fast-acting made him clutch his ribs in agony; they felt like they were either slightly broken or heavily bruised. Either way they hurt like hell. He looked to see her out cold in the front seat. He then looked to the driver and saw a very familiar face in the rear-view mirror. "Mother? Where did you come from?" As he looked back to Orihime, he couldn't help but feel guilty; he'd obviously hurt her when he pushed her. But he couldn't let her get hit. It wouldn't have sat right with him, and if it did with anyone, he'd gladly punch them in the face repeatedly for any decency in that regard.

Her heart skipped a beat as he replied back to her. She quickly made her way to his bed, avoiding random things in the floor. She smiled happily at him as she stood by his bed looking down at him. "Please don't be sorry Moritsune, if it wasn't for you.. I could have been hurt badly or.. dead." She whispered. She looked him over, frowning at how badly he was hurt, much worse than her. "I've only known you for a little bit and things have already gone bad." She sighed heavily. "I've always had bad luck follow me around but I never thought it would hurt other people too." She could feel tears building in her eyes as she spoke. "Just a few weeks before you came, I was shopping when a car had almost hit me again..." She paused for a moment. "Ichigo and some girl he knew came to make sure I was alright but I was, just a small bruise on my leg." She wiped a tear off her cheek. "I didn't mean to ramble." She gave a small smile as she lowered herself to her knees so she could be even with his face. "I didn't know your mother was such a doctor! She did a great job fixing us up, don't you think?" She glanced around his room and giggled at how plain and bare it was, but it kind of suited him.

Moritsune was led inside, stripped of his shirt and pants, and treated for the gashes and bruises he had all over his body. Currently he lay in a bed with a blanket covering up his body enough to where only his bandage-covered arms lay resting on top of him aching a little despite the severity of his injuries. Each time he breathed it hurt a little; he just hoped Orihime was alright. "Well, this is great." he mumbled; here he'd hoped things would go his way just once. But no, someone had to be a jackass and get Orihime and himself nearly killed. He then tried to cheer himself up with humor. "Well, at least I can scratch 'Save a pretty girl from getting hit' off my life's to-do list" he said before letting out a small chuckle. That turned out to be a bad idea, as he felt a job of pain in chest. Grimacing he laid even more still than usual. He then heard Orihime cry his name out; he felt a huge breath of relief leave his chest since he now knew she was well enough to say something. Well, so was he, but he looked in a worse shape than her. When she came in, he noticed that she had some bandages on her leg arm and face. "Yeah, I'm right here." he then said in a somewhat guilty tone. Heaving a somewhat pained sigh, he then said as he looked at her, "Sorry, Orihime. Even though I tried to help you, you still got hurt."

Orihime had no option but to jump away from Moritsune's bed as the loud and boisterous man waltzed into his room. Her eyes were wide as dinner plates watching the scene before her, his father was much different that how he acted. His father was doing all kinds of strange hand and feet movements, tears streaming down his face. After the initial shock of it all, she had to smile. She was glad to see that his parents were at least very kind people. They truly cared for him as if he was their own blood son. Just as she was in the middle of her thoughts, his father turned towards her, his own eyes growing larger. She couldn't help but blush as he took on more of a proper tone, taking his hat off and bowing to her. She quickly returned the bow. "A-ah! Yes, I'm Inoue Orihime. You son saved my life today and your wife fixed me right up, she did a fantastic job!" She rushed the words out of her mouth, "Nice to meet you Mr. Oboro!" Before anything else was said, Mrs. Oboro walked in the room with her hands on her hip."Masahiro, what are you doing coming into the house yelling like that? You know very well that my patients need to have a quite relaxing environment to recover."She huffed out."Now please, go downstairs, the police department is on the phone with a possible lead of the hit and run."She smiled at her husband as he said his goodbyes and left the room."Now kids, you can talk but please come down for dinner in thirty minutes."She looked over at her son."I believe we have some things we need to discuss."She turned and walked out of the door, shutting it behind her. Inoue let out a sigh of relief when it was just her and Mortisune again. She couldn't help but laugh softly. She felt a little sad at though, knowing this is what a real family is like. "You are really lucky, Moritsune. Your family seems so nice and caring." She smiled walking back over to his bed, gently sitting on the edge of it. "Do you want me to head out of your room so you can get ready for dinner?"

Moritsune listened as Orihime explained that she could have died if he hadn't pushed her out of the way. "Yeah, but still...." he started to say but trailed off. He then tried to respond when she started to beat herself for the bad luck. When she finished, he chuckled a bit and said, "Trust me, I know all about bad luck. But at least you have friends that cared enough to check on you. Whenever I got overpowered at Nago High School, they really let me have it. Sometimes it was so bad I couldn't even get up to walk. They either had to carry me to the hospital or have my parents come get me. It was lucky that my mother's a registered nurse and managed to get a transfer job over here in Karakura Town. So she definitely knows her way around bandages and all that. I don't know how she does it." Just then he heard the front door burst open and a pair of feet bustle down the hall; Moritsune then muttered "Oh, crap" before the door to his room burst open. In the doorway stood a short man in a Japanese police uniform, his face streaming tears as he rushed to Moritsune's side."Moritsune! My son! When your mother called, I rushed right over!"He then grabbed his son's broad shoulders and pulled him up slightly,"Did you see him? Did you see the asshat that hit you?"Moritsune then grimaced; he grumbled "F..father, no I didn't. Now put me down please, this doesn't exactly feel pleasant." His father laid him back down and said rather confidently and excitedly as he pointed a finger to the ceiling,"Well, don't you worry! The Karakura PD won't stop until this crazed maniac is found and brought to justice! No one hits the son of Oboro Masahiro and gets away with it!"He then held his pose for a few seconds; Moritsune then put a hand to his face and said quietly, "Father, we have a guest. Calm down, would you?" Masahiro then looked down and behind him and saw the stunning redhead; he then bowed and took off his cap revealing a slicked head of jet-black hair."Ah! Hello! My apologies, I did not see you there! You must be the woman my wife brought in! She's really something isn't she? I'd introduce myself, but I'm guessing you heard my name already! May I be so bold as to ask yours, young lady?"

She was quite curious herself to what his mother had meant by her statement. Maybe she already knew what they had planned? She seemed like a very intelligent woman and nothing probably slipped passed her. Meanwhile, his father had caused her to blush when he was teasing Moritsune about asking her out. He was probably just messing around, she that great of a person she felt like. She smiled as his mother shut the door, leaving them alone once again. "I did agree but I am interested to see what I have gotten myself into her." She giggled as she placed her feet on his bed. She was sitting indian style on his bed, making sure sure he had plenty of room to move around. "You know, having a "brother" again would be nice. I bet Sora is smiling right now knowing I have finally found a family to help me." She sighed happily. "I enjoy your company, I don't mind waiting a bit longer to go down. To be honest I'm quite nervous about all of this." She looked down at her lap, fiddling her with a lose piece of thread on her shirt. "People are going to start rumors as to why we would be leaving to and from school together. I already have a strange reputation as it is. Thankfully, I am not bullied anymore, due to Tatsuki always saving me... and I have a feeling you would too now." She shook her head, wanting to change the topic. "Anyway, how are you feeling? Do you need to me to help you with anything?" She stood back up, looking down at him carefully. "You must be in so much pain right now, I feel so bad." She leaned over and smiled at him. "I'll help you up, we should probably head downstairs."

"Ah, he did, did he?" Takes after his old man, hahaha"Masahiro then replied joyfully; he then knelt down and gave his son a small nudge with his elbow,"So, did ya ask her out yet, boy? She's a real cutie."Moritsune's face, what little could be seen anyway as it was half-wrapped in bandages, turned a very deep shade of red as he stammered out, "F...Father! I just met her today! Don't ask such things!" Just as Masahiro was about to tell his son it's never too son for love to bloom, his wife walked in and scolded him for his boisterousness."Yes, dear. My apologies. Thank you."He then walked out of the room, saying his goodbyes before disappearing. "A...alright, Mother." he then replied to her statement; though he paused when she told him that they had some things to discuss. What did that mean? But before he could ask, she was gone, leaving it just him and Orihime again. When she commented on his luck about having a wonderful family, Moritsune gave a weak smile and said, "Well, you agreed to stay with me , right? And I know my parents will agree, though it may take a few days to get everything arranged. So they're going to be your family as well. Truth be told, I've always wanted a brother or sister." He then replied to her question, "Not yet, I don't feel like getting up right now. If I may, I'd like to enjoy the pleasure of our solitude for a bit longer."

He was right, Chizuru will throw a fit when she sees her tomorrow! She didn't didn't even think about how she would explain this at school tomorrow; with her luck Chizuru will think Moritsune took her down a dark alley and beat the crap out of her and is staying close to her to make sure she keeps her mouth shut or else. Her face went pale as she thought about Tatsuki as well... She would have a fit and probably try and kill Moritsune herself. She quickly shook her head, not wanting to see the emotions that came across her face. She moved a few steps back from his bed, as he sat there and tired to get up, blushing has the blanket slid down his chest, revealing his half bandaged and half exposed chest. She couldn't help but notice how nice of a body he had on himself... She diverted her eyes to the floor, not wanting to be rude as he grunted and groaned sitting up in bed. She nodded her head as he asked her to grab a shirt from his closet. She walked over to it and opening it, viewing his wardrobe finding very plain shirts, no designs.. just plain colors. She picked up a black shirt and brought it over to him. "I hope this one works, it was a tough choice." She teased him. She helped him pull the shirt over his head and his arms through the holes. She was so close she could feel his body heat against her skin. She could feel herself being drawn to him but before she moved closer to him, she snapped back and quickly took a few steps back. "Kids! Dinner is ready!"She suddenly heard her his mom call from down the stairs. "I guess we better get downstairs before they come up here and question us."

"Ah, it's alright. Let 'em have all the rumors they want; if anyone gives you a hard time, let me know. Your 'brother' will take care of you, most definitely." he then said in response to her quandary, giving her a confident smile to help ease her worries. "Sounds like this Tatsuki girl is quite a feisty one; there's a guy at my old school who loved girls that could hit." He then paused when she asked if he needed anything and offered to help him get up from bed. "Oh, Orihime, don't worry, it's a lot worse than it looks. I promise" He then sat up with a grunt; sure it hurt like a bitch, but it could be a lot worse. And besides he didn't need her worrying on his account. If Nago High School had done anything for him, it was make him tougher, more durable. He then used a lot of obvious effort to swing his leg over the side of the bed; Orihime would see that he was still wearing pants, luckily. She would also see just how broad and defined his chest was, despite having his right arm, shoulders, chest and torso wrapped in white. There wasn't any injuries on his legs, though, unlike Orihime; he then chuckled lightly and said as he rested on the edge of his bed, "We're gonna have a hell of a time explaining this at school, aren't we? I bet Chizuru will go ballistic when she sees you." While he didn't know Chizuru on a personal level at all, he could tell from her previous actions and words that she was very attached to Orihime. He then looked at Orihime and asked, "Could I ask you to grab me a shirt from my closet before we head down? Any one will do." If she looked into his wardrobe, she would find quite plain clothing; logoless shirts and the like, mostly. Kind of like his room, very plain and undecorated. He never really saw a need for anything like that, anyway.

She laughed at his statement. "He would make a nice billboard though."She thought to herself. Her little thought caused her to blush even more, she shouldn't be thinking thoughts like that! She bit her lower lip, and just smiled at him as she tired to ignore the growing redness in her face. She watched as he moved, his body would twitch in pain but his face hid it well. She frowned but her brother was the same way, always wanted to be strong for her. She was happy to see he could stand up on his own, not much seemed to be wrong with his legs, that she was thankful for. She seemed to had forgotten about her own ankle injury though because when she took a step to follow him, she almost fell over from the pain that went through her leg. When he looked back and offered her his help, how could she refuse? She would need help going down the stairs, putting that kind of pressure on it would cause it to take even longer to heal. "Sure, if you don't mind. I might be quite heavy." She teased as she limped her way over to him. She blushed as she wrapped her right arm around his bicep and leaned into him. She could feel the body heat coming from him, enjoying being this close to him. "Lead the way good sir." She giggled, trying to make things less awkward for them.

Moritsune chuckled as Orihime pointed out his lack of diverse clothing, "Yeah, well, never was one for logos or anything like that. Made me feel like a walking billboard; given my size, I could probably apply for a job as one, hehe." He completely missed Orihime's blushing, mostly due to the discomfort he felt in his own body. He coordinated his movements with Orihime's to try and get it ove rhis head. It was one that was made for him, so it wasn't all that tight on him; that much he was thankful for. His whole upper body felt incredibly sore, like he worked out too hard and didn't stretch. Some movements sent significant jolts of pain through him, but he managed to hide most of them in his body language. He didn't want Orihime helping him; not because he hated her or anything, just that she was hurt as well. He could feel the stitches from his head wounds starting to itch; this was going to suck. "Yeah, you're probably right. Knowing my father, he'll give me a real hard time if I take any longer." he then replied to Orihime's suggestion; he stood with a loud groan and started making his way to the door. He then stopped after a few steps and looked back at Orihime to say, "You have a hurt ankle; you can lean on me if you want....You know, to help keep the weight off it. Mother wouldn't be too happy if one of her patients was hurt even worse." While part of him wanted her to be closer to him, the larger part was just trying to help her recover more quickly.

Orihime smiled at his little comment as they headed towards the stairs. Her chest was pressed up against him as she clung to his arm but she tired to press that though out of her mind. It wasn't his fault, he was just trying to help her. As they descended the stairs, she would go down one leg at a time, her ankle felt like it was on fire from putting all her weight on it. She sighed happily as they reached the final step and made a B-line towards were the dining area was. She smiled brightly as they entered, his father quickly bouncing up to help her. Of course, he couldn't resist giving another "Lovebird" crack which caused her to blush. She noticed how Moritsune stuttered on his words as her tired to argue that fact, she had to giggle. She was so happy to finally get off her ankle that she sat down with a ungraceful flop as his father helped her. "Ahem, more like his mother?" Akiko suddenly perked up."Would you mind explaining what you mean by that, dear."She said, glaring daggers at her husband. She laughed as her husband tried to cover his tail."I never understand why I put up with you but like they say, love can do crazy things to people." She faced her son as he spoke to her, and gave a small smile. "Everything is wonderful, Mority."She teased her son, for he hated that nickname. "I am just curious as to why you were with this lovely young lady. You never made friends in the past and here you were today walking with this girl, Orihime, to bring her to our house.." She paused for a moment."I found this strange. Is there something you need to ask me?"

"Of course not, Orihime." he said as he stuck his arm out slightly; the pain of moving it kept him from sticking it out too much, but it was enough to where she could wrap her arms around it. "Onward and downward, then" he replied with a small chuckle of his own. His own face flushed as he felt her ample chest on his strong arm, but turned his head slightly so that the bandages hid it. He took his time going down the stairs, letting Orihime set her foot down as much as possible before proceeding to the next one. While it didn't take a horrendous amount of time to climb down, it definitely took longer than it would have. When they finally reached the downstairs, Moritsune saw both of his parents already at the table."Ah, there's the two resident lovebirds! Let me help you there, son!"Moritsune's face reddened even more, putting his previous embarrassment to shame as he replied, "F...Father! Show some restraint!" He then let Masahiro help him seat Orihime comfortably so that her leg wouldn't twist uncomfortably. The two men then took their own seats again, Moritsune giving his father a very disapproving look, to which the black-haired man replied,"Oh, lighten up, son! Your old man's just teasing you! Honestly, you're more like your mother than you let on."He then realized his slip and tried to recover, his face sweating a little and his hands raised defensively with a sheepish grin on his face,"Not that it's a bad thing of course, hehehe." Moritsune just sighed and defused the potential situation, "So, Mother, you said we had some things to discuss when we were upstairs. Is everything alright?"

"And it's apparent I love you, I put up with your butt all day." Akiko teased back to her husband. "Though I prefer you weren't sparkling in any manner."She smiled slightly. She turned back to face Moritsune, seeing that his face was turning a darker shade of red by the minute."Oh hush, I've called you that from the moment I first had you in my care. You will learn to love that nickname."She told him. Inoue was beat red during their family conversation. She was just called Moritsune girlfriend! She tired to hide her face behind her long hair, hoping she could go invisible. Never in her life had anyone ever considered her a girlfriend, she was always in the "friendzone" with any guy she liked. She heard Moritsune bicker back at his parents, that was until he brought up the very reason she came... Her moving in. She loved how quickly his father responded but there as a slight pause from Akiko. Akiko sat there in silence, looking at Moritsune and then to Orihime multiple times with a serious look on her face. If Orihimie didn't know better, she looked very displeased about this idea, it was going to be a "No", she just knew it."Well this is quite a question to throw at me after everything that went down today, but..." She made a long pause before a sneaky grin spread across her face. "I think Miss Orihime here and Moritsune would give us beautiful grandchildren!"She exclaimed loudly, joining her husband. Orihime thought she was going to fall over in her chair and die! All she could do was look at Moritsune with a smile, embarrassed.

"You know I love you, honey. And besides, if it wasn't for my sparkling sense of humor and unbounded energy, what else would you see in me? Hehehehe."he then responded to his wife. Moritsune chuckled as his father tried to recover from his mistake; anyone would see that Akiko was the power-holder in the house. Not that Masahiro was a weak-spined baby, but he knew from experience not to make that woman angry; despite having a delicate-looking frame, she could hit like no one would believe. Moritsune groaned as his mother called him by his least favorite name, "You really had to call me that just now? You know how much I hate that name, Mother." Masahiro just laughed,"Oh, Moritsune, you need to learn not to be so serious! You're not in Okinawa anymore! Besides, we're your parents! Don't you know? We're supposed to embarrass you in front of your girlfriend."If there was a new shade of red that was just invented, that was the color of Moritsune's face at that. "W...whoa! Whoa! I just met her today! It's not like that!" Moritsune loved his parents to death, but sometimes they were just too much. When his mother then asked him if he needed to ask her something, this brought everything to a standstill; Moritsune gave a small cough and said, showing just how direct he could be, "Well, I was talking with Orihime today during class, and she told me she lived alone. So, I tried to be friendly and offered her to stay with us. So, I had planned to have her come by and meet with you to talk this over, just like we're doing now. So my question to you, Mother and Father, is....Would it be alright if she stayed with us?" He left out the part about her family; it wasn't his place to reveal personal details. Masahiro put down his teacup and thought about it for a few seconds; a big grin then came across his face,"You take after your old man, my son. Of course she's welcome to stay here, at least in my books. We have an extra room she could use."He then put on a playfully pouting sad face and turned to Akiko,"What do you think, dear? We can't let this fine young lady be alone like that!"

Orihime couldn't help but giggled as she saw how Moritsune looked. She wasn't sure if he was angry, embarrassed, insulted.. maybe all the above? His normal, calm face was gone and she could tell her was holding his mouth from saying something he might not want to. She did remember him saying that his parents were a tad different, but he seemed to have had a good family who was there. She was slightly jealous of him but not in a sense of resentment, just she wished she had the chance."This is your chance, you bimbo!"She suddenly thought to herself. His parents did actually agree for her to stay, they just answered it in a way neither of them saw coming. She quickly stood up, stumbling over her chair. She bowed deeply to his parents. "Thank you Mr and Mrs. Oboro!" She said. "I don't know how I could ever thank you!" Akiko smiled as she stood up and walked over to Orihime. She wrapped her arms tightly around Orihime and squeezed her into a giant hug."Oh dear, you are just to cute!"She exclaimed."I am so happy to have a girl like you to become my new daughter, I've always wanted a girl of my own." Akiko then let go of Orihime and motioned for her husband and son to come over. "Come, let's have a big family hug." She said, clapping her hands together. Orihime gasped as the woman took her into a hug. She thought she would pass out from how tightly she hugged and her eyes were huge as she asked the others to come and join them. She was going to be pressed up against him even more, not that she would really mind. She knew the next few years of her life was about to come a lot more interesting.

"Hahaha, and that's what I love about ya, honey! Sharp like a knife and beautiful like a diamond!"Masahiro then exclaimed, wrapping an arm around his wife's shoulders; Moritsune wished he were invisible. His parents seemed to be going over the top; then again, they were always like this. "Yeah, love it like a hernia." he then mumbled, too low for either of his parents to hear."Hmmm, you say something, son?"Moritsune just looked up, caught by surprise but recovering quickly "Eh-he, no, Father, nothing." Moritsune himself just paused as his mother contemplated whether Orihime staying here would be acceptable; unbeknownst to him - or Orihime for that matter - they were thinking the exact same thing. She was going to say 'No', or at least something that would equate that answer. Moritsune was about to argue about how she'd told him that her area was becoming really unsafe to live in when he just stopped dead at her answer; he could have sworn his jaw hit the floor like a lead brick. Masahiro just roared with laughter,"That's my Akiko! Beautiful grand-children indeed!""Mother, not you too...." Moritsune muttered, covering his face in his hands and muffling his voice; if ears could blow out steam like in the old cartoons, Moritsune's would be spewing it like geysers. He then looked to his left to Orihime smiling at him; her face was absolutely red from embarrassment like his. He just returned the smile with a weak one of his own; he then tried to derail the conversation now that it had been settled, his eyebrow twitching ever so slightly in annoyance "So, Father, you were on the phone with the Karakura PD. Did you find anything out?" Masahiro paused and said,"Well....they've been tracking a few cars that were seen speeding away from the general vicinity. But they're working on figuring out who did what; luckily the car in question was caught on videotape, so they should have a match soon."

It was now Moritsune's turn to chuckle as his mother embraced Orihime; she could be quite affectionate whens he wanted to. He was certain Orihime wasn't expecting that; her facial expression was priceless. And now that Orihime was part of the family, she would get all the benefits of being under the Oboro family roof. There was naturally some documentation that needed to be done in order to give Orihime the full benefits, but that was another worry for another time. Moritsune, however, would soon get to eat that little chuckle of his; he got up and made his over to where they all hugged, like the ideal happy family. His father joined in on the fun, saying proudly as he squeezed Moritsune's bulky form,"Now this is perfection!"Moritsune knew Orihime was squeezed against him; not that he particularly minded. In fact, part of him wanted to be even closer to her."Not yet, Moritsune. Calm yourself....besides, she's probably already taken. You're just wasting your time."he then scolded himself. Things were definitely going to get a lot more interesting around here; little did he realize how much the tensions would run high.

Shang Tsung sat like a king in his elegant throne at the end of the massive dining hall, one hand propped under his chin and the other draped languidly over the armrest. His soulless eyes of dark hazel were molten beneath the rich lighting above. His oily black hair was drawn back into a tight ponytail and his long black coat with it's winged back collar gave him a demonic glow. His almond eyes were narrowed and his penciled brows were furrowed as he looked over the long wooden table stacked with food where his fighters alighted to share meals. He began drumming his fingers upon the intricately carved armrest of his tall chair seeming in an all too pensive mood about something. Shang Tsung's fighters; men and women of many different shapes and backgrounds began tearing into their food like packs of ravenous animals, not one of them showing the slightest trace of dining etiquette. The sorcerer's lips tugged back ever so slightly into the faintest evil grin when suddenly a sound arose from beside him, a gargling sound. He dropped one arm and swung a look to Prince Goro whom was standing next to him, nearly twice the size of any normal man at full height. The monster was clearing his throat. A disgusting process thought Shang Tsung. Prince Goro stood erect in all his ugly mass, two meat slab arms folded over his rigid chest while the other two dangled at his sides. He maintained a goofy simpleton's grin on his face as he glanced back at Shang Tsung. The sorcerer smiled, one that suggested "you're just a big stupid ape aren't you? You haven't the slightest clue that you're merely a pawn in the grand scheme of things?". The two of them exchanged looks for a moment before Shang Tsung rose slowly from his throne. When he did, he ushered in a new wave of silence as every fighter at the table froze in place, some even in mid chew were reluctant to move a muscle. Everyone except Kano were like living statues. Kano, the blithering thug was still slobbering over an enormous turkey leg, tearing the juicy golden brown skin apart with his bad teeth. Shang Tsung seemed about to speak when Kano interrupted with a mouth full of food "Well come on then, out with it already" he said arrogantly as pieces of chewed meat flitted from his flapping jaw. Shang Tsung's eyebrows arched for a moment and then he smiled his viper's smile at the man. "Very well" said the sorcerer smoothly, his voice so low and calm that it was almost bewitching. "I'm sure you all know that we've won nine mortal kombat's in a row thus far" he started and the fighters all cheered for a briefness. "So then I'm sure you know that outworld needs just one more before it can mount an attack on Earth Realm" then there was another quick cheer. As their voices died to simple murmurs Shang Tsung spoke with renewed vigor "This is it! You will do battle with the combatants of Earth Realm as well as Raiden's handpicked warriors one more time and you will win!" The table was alive with rowdy cheers and applause. The sorcerer tilted his head back and a surge of power emanated from him like a sonic blast that reverberated through the room as well as every warrior present. The crowd, Goro and even that idiot Kano were all in silence now as Shang Tsung held out a hand and drew an inky black aura around himself. He was pulsating with dark energy now and his presence filled the hall completely as it blanketed every available atmosphere. "Or your souls will be mine!" he hissed. With that said the aura snapped into him once more and the room returned to normal. Kano laughed nervously and shared elbows with a man beside him, nudging the warrior and telling him about how he plans to rip his first opponent in half just like the turkey leg he broke between both hands with a sickening crunch. Shang Tsung grinned wolfishly and turned on his heels, clasping his hands behind his back as he strode over to where his throne was. He stopped abruptly and three shadowy figures crept out from behind it. Sub-zero, Scorpion, Reptile, you three will assassinate Raidens warriors before their respective battles commence. Outworld will not tolerate any losses at this point. As the three figures stepped into the light their ninja garbs became suddenly visible. Sub-zeros were blue on black, Scorpions gold on black and Reptiles green on black. They each stepped forward and gave a solemn bow before receding back into the shadows. Lets see how you handle yourself this time Raiden Said the sorcerer quietly to himself as he twisted back into his chair, his elbows digging into the armrests as his hands laced together in front of him. He let his eyes fall over his fighters once more and he became, as he often was, contemplative.

The setting takes place at the docks in Hong Kong where Raiden was waiting for his warriors to show up and board the boat for the first Mortal Kombat Tournament that was on Skull Island and he knew that some of his warriors would be late and he sighed. Johnny Cage was walking with Liu Kang and said to him,"I heard a rumor that the two sub-zero brothers have a younger sister and I'm not sure if that rumor is true or not though,we'll ask Raiden that question right Liu Kang." Liu Kang said to Johnny,"Yes that is correct and their is the boat and their is Raiden waiting for us both and I wonder who else is on this boat and hopefully we'll win this tournament to stop Outworld from winning all the time and let's not keep Raiden waiting Johnny." Johnny Cage followed Liu Kang to where Raiden was standing and another warrior was standing beside Raiden and she was wearing a cloak over her outfit so none of the enemies will know who she is at any cost and she sighed. Johnny and Liu both said to Raiden,"Raiden who is that warrior that is standing beside is he a good fighter or he is here to watch this tournament hmm Raiden.?" Raiden said to Liu Kang,"Why don't you ask this warrior for yourself hmm Liu Kang go ahead and ask this warrior that question I dare you to do it." Liu Kang looked at the cloaked figure and said to him,"I am Liu Kang and are you a good fighter sir hmm.?" The cloak figure said to him,"I'm not a guy I'm a female and I'm a pretty good decent fighter, and my name is Tanja." "And I'm the two sub-zero brothers younger sister,and yes the rumor is true that I do exist". "I'm keeping my identy well hidden from any of Outworld warriors if they find out who I am they'll tell a certain warrior and he won't give up until I'm etiher dead or under his control." "And I'm not going to let any enemy take control of me Liu Kang. Raiden will take you and Johnny to your cabin on the boat it was nice meeting you Liu Kang." Tanja walked away from all three of them and walked into her cabin that she didn't have to share with anyone at all and she sighed. Raiden leaded Liu Kang and Johnny Cage to their cabins and he went to his own cabin and thye were just waiting for Sonya Blade now,because Raiden knows that Sub-zero1 younger brother will meet them at the tournament and Raiden sighed. The boat leaves the docks and Sonya Blade runs onto the boat and she just makes it in time and she looks up towards the night sky and she sighed and wondered what people she'd meet at this tournament and hoped that their was another girl on Raiden's team then herself.

Reptile stalked the shoreline on silent feet, watching from a distance as the warriors of Earth Realm descended their ship's gangplank. One by one they filed out onto the island and his gaze finally alighted on Sonya. He quickened his pace, feeling the sand shifiting soundlessly beneath his wrapped feet as he made his way swiftly within striking distance. His cloaked visage moved fluidly among the shadows, he circled and sidestepped carefully searching for the best opportunity to strike to present itself to him. When it did as slow and quiet as possible Reptile unclipped his breather and curled back his lips, his gleaming fangs dripping with poison were glinting in the soft evening moonlight. Sonya took one more step, bringing her body into perfect alignment and Reptile hissed, spitting twin missles of deadly venom that streaked through the air. At the last possible moment though he watched as Tanja managed to shove the girl just beyond harm's way. Her ice clone bubbled and vanished almost instantaneously as it was consumed by the poison. Reptile hissed his displeasure and wasted no time in fleeing the scene. He clipped his mask back on and dissapated into the shadows beneath the cover of night. Back in the dining hall: The massive ornate double doors were thrown open with alacrity as Shang Tsung strode in, his long black coat billowing in his wake. Accompanied by a small entourage of warriors he made his way up a few risers to where his throne sat in towering display. He gave a deft turn and his fighters followed suit. His eyes went to Raiden for a moment, flickered over to Liu Kang and then drifted back over the table of Earth realm warriors. "For our honored guests" he announced, feigning every humble tone in his voice. "A highlight of last year's mortal kombat". Shang Tsung settled back in his chair, hand under chin as he often preferred and the show commenced in the space between the dining table and the platform upon which his throne sat. Two familiarly dressed men shouldered their way through the crowd of fighters and took up stances in the middle of the room; one was dressed as Liu Kang's older brother and the other dressed as the persona Shang Tsung used to defeat him. Both warriors began their fight, starting off strong in the beginning, Liu Kang's older brother appearing to have the upper hand. It suddenly became obvious that this entertainment was no simple show of hospitality but rather a trap, sprung to draw Liu Kang into a blind rage that would give the sorcerer an opportunity to allow his warriors to intervene and kill Raiden's prized fighter. Shang Tsung watched with delight as the actors came to a finish, Liu Kang's brother had been pressed back onto the defensive by a few underhanded tactics and finally he was dealt a reenacted death. Only the death was all too real, just as the sorcerer planned it, he smiled showing utter lack of sorrow for his fallen warrior. Shang Tsung rose from his chair, held out his hand and whispered "Your soul is mine". The dead fighter's body twisted and convusled before popping out a small gossamer strand of energy that slithered through the air and absorbed into the sorcerer's palm. Many of the audience were rendered silent by the display and suddenly all eyes went to Liu Kang for his reaction....

One of the ninjas said to Shang Tsung,"What about that new warrior that Raiden found on the edge of a shoreline water that he betrayed the lin kuel ninjas. i'm not sure if this new warrior is a male or female and this warrior is mysterious he or she comes and goes when Raiden needs this warrior help. I just hope that new warrior is not a threat to any of your warriors or even to you my lord Shang Tsung." Meanwhile on the boat: Raiden sees Tanja looking at the water and he said to her,"So far the enemy does not know you are helping us to take part in this tournament Tanja, and I know that your oldest brother feels threaten by you and he thinks that you are dead,but your not. The enemy will be a bit surpise about this and do not worry none of Shang Tsung's warriors will dare to harm you once we get to the Island, Were finally at the island and stay close to me and the others understand Tanja.?" Tanja looks at Raiden and she said to him,"Yes I do understand you nice and clear Raiden and we'll win this tournament for sure and Scorpion has forgoten that I saved his son life's from the lin kuel ninjas and my good brother and i are wanted for betraying "The Lin Kuel ninjas. I'm glad that I didn't follow my oldest brother footsteps at all. You saved from near death and I thank-you for that Raiden. You are like another father to me and I'm ready to fight for good and make evil pay for the things that they have done to certain warriors that have fought in the previous tournaments,I will not fail and I will not let my father down and I promised him that I'd seek revenge on the warrior thta killed him and my mother. Reptile is going to pay very dearly for my parent's death I'll make sure of that Raiden." Raiden nods his head to agree with Tanja's words nad he leaded him and his warriors off the boat and up to the stairs and Tanja sensed that something was not right and she scans the area very carefully and she quickly creates an ice staute and pushes Sonya Blade out of harms way and Tanja wondered who tried to attempt to kill Sonya Blade and she saw no one around. Sonya said ot her,"Um thanks for protecting me Tanja and you will be a great warrior just like your father was and this Island has changed a bit not sure why though oh well." Raiden finally leaded all of his warriors to their rooms they were staying in the Island resort and all of his warriors walked to their rooms and got comfy and they all finally settled in until it was dinner time which was in an hour from now. Johnny said to Raiden,"Are you sure that girl can help us win this tournament and how do we know that she won't turn against us like she turned against her older brother and the lin kuel ninjas? How can we trust her hmm Raiden.?" Raiden very queitly said to Johnny,"Tanja will never turn against us at any cost she is not like her older brother or like Scorpion in anyway, she'll be very useful to us. Once Scorpion finds out that Tanja is alive he might help us out I'm not sure though so do not worry about a thing ok. It's time ot eat let's go Johnny." Johnny, Liu, Raiden,Sonya, and Tanja all followed the other warriors to the dinning room where the rest of Earth Realm warriors were having dinner and Tanja kept her cloak over herself to keep her hidden from her older brother eye site at any cost. And she was the mysterious warrior that one of Shang Tsung ninjas told him and he thinks that Tanja is a guy,but she is actually a female. She sat close to Liu and Johnny and they all begin to eat their food up. Until the doors the opened up and Shang Tsung and two of his warriors entered into the dinning room with some ninjas for a bit of entertainment for their guests,and Tanja felt a bit unease about something and she keeps certain thoughts out of her mind and she kept quiet and wondered what kind of entertainment that Shang Tsung will be showing all of these different warriors from different realms thta always took part in this tournament every four years.

Shang Tsungs eyes were alight with the chance to do Liu Kang harm, his mouth a fixed rictus of excitement until Raiden stepped in. He felt his brow furrow slightly, heard the Earthrealm warrior threaten him in open display before the entire hall and he almost let slip an arrogant chuckle. He pulled his fingers into a balled up fist and finished consuming the soul hed collected. His eyes rolled back slightly and he pushed a long hard breath from his lips, relishing in the revitalizing surge of power that followed. He flicked his hazel gaze back once more to the Earthrealm warriors who appeared to be leaving now, staring down his nose at them until the doors were closed after them courtesy of two of the sorcerers undistinguishable followers. When the entryway banged shut Shang let the smile ebb from his face, flipping his sights back on the table of fighters. He glowered down at them, noting a few of the more resilient warriors faces that had the boldness to glance back at him, though however short their gawking was the sorcerer still appeared provoked and looked upon their turned heads, reprimanding them with his glare. He motioned with a twitch of his neck for his men to join the Earthrealm fighters at the table and then lowered himself into his throne once more. Subzero and a small clan of men assumed to be his subordinates occupied a modest portion of the castle with an open ceiling due mostly to the decaying stone work. Crumbling pillars of pitted cement stood half their original size, fringing either side of a long stretch of floor where old pieces of a torn and charred red carpet littered the ground, leading a grubby pathway to set of squat steps that rose to a considerably more elevated platform. The blue and black garbed Ninja stood back straight, arms folded and gaze stoic over the groups of sparring clansmen. He made no acknowledgement of the messenger ninjas report at first, instead he kept his body, his head, everything forward and away from the man. M-master? the man tried but again there came no response. He took a hesitant step towards Sub-zeros back but froze mid footfall when the master ninja spoke. I know were the words that emanated from him in a deep resonant bass. I knew the moment she stepped foot off the boat. My eyesight extends to every part of this island. He said, speaking of course of the Ninjas he left stationed around the beaches. Your report is late. What do you propose we do with her? and again there was no answer. The man finished taking his step and placed a hand on sub-zeros shoulder. M-master? he had time to utter before Sub-zero rounded on him, gripping his wrist tight and encasing his entire arm in a mold of solid ice. His booted foot came swinging around, shattering the mans frozen limb into pieces and leaving nothing but bleeding socket where his shoulder once was. The man screamed, dropping to his knees but sub-zero merely stepped around him, disappearing into the shadows in the direction of another part of the castle. Arriving moments later sub-zero hid among the matrix of wooden rafters crossing the unfinished ceiling of one of the castles ancient guest rooms. Hed received word that this was the chamber Tanja would be assigned, the perfect place he thought to finish what he failed to before, so many years ago.

Liu Kang was very upset and he wanted to fight Shang Tsung right now and Raiden said to him,"You are not ready to face Shang Tsung not yet,your not strong enough to fight ihm here right now. You need more trainning before you can fight Shang Tsung Liu Kang." "I know this has goten you upset once again do not let Shang Tsung get to you,he is trying to make us warriors attack him right now." "We will not fight Shang Tsung and his warriors unti lthe tournament begins tomorrow morning right at 11am and we'll do well I know we can win it ok." Liu Kang said to Shang Tsung,"Once I get more stronger then you I will kill you with my bare hands like you killed my brother,your team will fail and Earth Realm warriors will win this round for sure you'll regret the day that you killed my brother and I'm out of here let's go Raiden, Sonya Blade,Johnny Cage and Tanja." Raiden and his team all left the dinning room and headed towards their room and Tanja knew that she is in grave danger since Shang Tsung knows that she is alive and he'll tell her oldest brother,then Scorpion and then Reptile, and she sighed. The ninja heard Liu Kang saying Tanja and he disappeared to the area where Shang Tsung warriors were resting and trainning and the ninja approached Sub-Zero and said to him,"Your sister is alive she is with Raiden team and she is one of Raiden's chosen warriors to tfight in this tournament." "I thought that I'd let you know this info and what are you going to do about your sister and how are you going to deal with her in the tournament hmm Sub-Zero.?"

Tanja felt like someone was in her room and she scanned the area very carefully and she took a few steps back towards the door that leaded out of the hall and her room was right across from Raiden room and she knew that her brother would try to sneak attack her before the tournament even started. She looked up to the wooden rafters and she quickly saw someone among the shadows of the rafters and she formed na ice ball and hit that beam that person was on and she glared at her brother,"You have no right to attack any of Raiden's warriors and if you attack us a lot sooner they the day of the tournament, the gods will punish you very serverly and send you back to hell where you belong brother." She knew that she shouldn't of said those things because she knew that her brother hated those exact words with a passion and she was ready to run like heck and get out of her room at any cost for safety reasons.

The party was the talk of the city, all the top celebrities were going to be there. Everybody wanted to get into it, even the press were trying to sneak in too, but they were only allowed to the door before security moved them away, but they were presistant, still trying to get in and get pictures of the celebrities as they got out of the limos, just as they finished taking pictures of one celebrity, another turned up. A long white limo pulled up outside the building, the camera's of the press flashing frantically already. The car door was opened by a waiting door man, and out stepped Jennifer Lopez, wearing a long sparkly silk dress, with a split up the front, leading along her long legs. She smiled at the press and gave them a small wave, and even posed for a few photos before she made her way into the building, once inside she helped herself to a drink and went to mingle with some of the other celebrities. The press disappointed that Miss Lopez was now inside they set on waiting for the next car to come, they didn't have to wait long, when a black car pulled up, and in the same fashion as before, the door was opened and out stepped the celebrity. This time it was, Tyra Banks, wearing a short blue ruffled strapless dress, she also smiled at the camera's and possed for photos. This was the routine for all celebrities when arriving at parties, get out the car and have some photos taken. Tyra, soon followed Jennifier through the doors and helped herself to drinks. Two cars pulled up together next, the first car door opened and out stepped Jennifier Love Hewitt. She was wearing a long blue/purple dress, that fastened around her neck, sort of like a dog collar. Her back open to the air. "Hello" she smiled at the press, not staying for many photos, eager to get in and get herself a drink. The other car door opened too, and Beyonce got out of the car, the press all shouted at her,"Beyonce, get us in? Beyonce, one more pic, just one more?". Beyonce smiled and gave them what they wanted, she gave them more attention than the celebrities before her, before she smiled her good byes and caught up with Jennifier at the door. "Hello, Jennifer" She smiled, as they both went off to get drinks, music playing in the background.

Drake had been working for the company for more then 3 years now and in that time he had become one of their best agent to find the "target" and retrive it for them before training them then handing them over to be sold. He sat back in his chair all dressed up. There was supposed to be a big party for Celebrities, some A list group who thought that they were untouchable that they wouldn't get caught and disappear like some of those B list stars. Laughing he got up and headed to his car and checked his trunk for all of the tools of his trade. His ropes, gags and chloroform. Getting into his Car he headed out from his house and into the city where the after party was being held. Drake was able to slip into the party, conning many people into thinking he was someone important. His dark black hair and dark eyes always gave him an air of mystery. He chatted with stars and producers alike as he looked around for his next targets. Who would the company want now. it had to be someone really at the A list, someone who would actually cause a spark once she was kidnapped and never seen again. Then that would strike panic into them and make them know that they were not safe. He knew that they operated all around the world. Some in shadows and some in plain sight of others. They were able to put themselves into top levels of government. who knew what position they held. But they were bringing these powerful women and taking them to become their slaves to show everyone they they were truly in power

The party was really beginning to pick up, the celebrities were all having a good time, helping themselves to the little snacks, that were wondering around with the waiters/waitresses. Beyonce and Jennifer were chatting away with a couple of other not so well known celebrities, when someone approached them. They both studied the new guy as he approached and kissed there hands. Beyonce looked at him, and gave him a warming smile "Nice to meet you, Drake. Its a good party isn't it? I'm enjoying it very much. I am very busy, but I've got a day or two to relax before it becomes mega hetic again, so thought I would make the most of it." She said casually. She looked Drake up and down for a moment, she couldn't help but notice that she didn't really recognise him, but she shrugged it off and turned to face Jennifer. Jennifer now to was smiling at Drake "Pleased to meet you Drake, have we meet before?" She asked in general kindness as she too, like Beyonce, was thinking the same thing about not knowing who he was. The two woman looked back to each other and smiled and continued on with their conversation, glancing back at Drake every now and again. Over in the far corner of the room, Jennifer Love Hewitt came to the last drop of her drink, she finished it off and set the glass down on the tray of a passing waiter. "Thanks" She smiled, "Could you get me another, please? I'm just popping to the ladies room". Having said that, she smiled at the waiter again and then went insearch of the bathroom. She stepped inside and stood admiring her make up in the mirror. She was applying more lipgloss when Tyra came out of the toilet from behind. "Oh hey" She said to Jennifer as she looked up. "Good party?" she smiled, while she was washing her hands and looked at her make up in the mirror too.

It had been some time but drake made his way through the crowd watching everyone trying to find his next target. He noticed someone speaking to Beyonc and Jennifer and who waved him over. He slowly walked over and gave a quick nod to one of his partners before her turned to face the popular divas. Drake nodded and gently took their hands and kissed it. "Ah my dear Ms.Knowles, Ms.Lopez, I am Drake Ramerez." He gave their hands a light squeeze as he watched everyone making key notices of who was around. He also made notice of those whom he worked with that had infiltrated the party as well and who they had their eyes set one. Drake gave a quick nod to one of his brothers who was already heading out where one celebrity was headed out on her own. He grinned and licked his lips just thinking about being able to control these humans. Knowing it was all a matter of time and soon it would come to grab these girls but first he had to think of a plan to be able to get them all alone and one by one so that no one would suspect anything until it was too late. "Well I must say Ms. Knowles you are looking awfully well tonight I do hope that you are enjoying this party for now. who knows when the next time you'll get to really relax due to a hectic work timetable." Drake did his best to act as any other star and human but deep down it enraged him as much as he knew it upset the prince that these far less superior and weaker creatures could even think that they were on the top of the food chain. Hell in history all the progress that was ever made was due to his own kind aiding the humans so that they could be used for their own purposes

As Tyra and Jen chatted while sorting there make up out, they could feel their eye lids getting heavier, yawning slightly. "I've suddenly gone very... um.... tired" Jen said as she looked over at Tyra. Tyra smiled and nodded, "I know what you mean, same here, plus I feel like I have a headache coming" she said as she leant back against the wall, holding herself up by it. Jen had put both hands on the sink, just as she did that, a man walked into the bathroom. Jen looking up at him, the room spinning, but she could see him enough to know he wasn't a woman, "I'm sorry but this is... the... um Ladies" she said getting slightly confused by what was happening. The two ladies heard what the man said and gasped slightly, but they did what the man said, as they werent to sure what was going on, or if it was a drugs bust or something, and they didnt wanna seem to suspisious if they said no. "Whats happening?" Tyra asked, looking back at he man. Beyonce and Jennifer looked at each other for a moment, at the words of getting girls for clients, before looking back to Drake. It was then they heard the words, they didn't think they had heard to begin with "We're wanted?" they question, "What? By who?" they continued, yawning slightly. They were feeling very tired, they weren't sure if they had had to much to drink, even though they had only had a couple. They shrugged of what he had said, incase the booze had made them misunderstand what he had said. The two felt themselves being lead outside by the guy, but they couldn't stop it, they tried, but they couldn't, their bodies just kept following. They wanted to shout out and say that something was going on, but when they opened their mouths nothing came out. Once they were outside, they felt themselves being lent up against a car, and had their hands tied behind their back. "Whats... going on?" Jennifer managed to say.

Drake nodded and one of the attendants quietly walked over to the bathroom and locked it from the outside. He knew that no one else was inside and thus it would be no problem to set their plans in motion. It seemed that perhaps the hand dryer wasn't working properly or was it for as it was spouting off hot air it was also releasing a odorless, tasteless gas that would soon have the beautiful woman in a daze and easily controlled. Once it was well in the bathroom the aid walked in looking at Ms Banks and Miss Hewitt. He laughed and walked over to her. "All right sweeties, lean against the wall and place your hands behind your back and make not a noise." Drake looked at Beyonce and Jennifer Lopez and nodded. "Besides helping up and coming celebrity's career's to rise I also run a small import and export business for selective clients. Be it expensive cars, toys, girls and drinks, we can get what a client wants and deliver it to them. and for right now, you're wanted by someone." He smiled knowing that she had drank enough of the laced champagne to put her under its spell, to others They would just seemed drowsy from drinking but they wouldn't be able to say or do anything, they would be a prisoner inside of their own bodies. "Just sit back and relax you two, it will all be over soon." He looked at The two and grinned before gently helping her up from the seat. when a waiter walking by asked if they was okay he simply gave that they have had a little too much to drink and he was getting her a cab to take home. He walked her out to the back before leaning her against a car. He then tied her and placed her in the back seat before pulling out a small black card and opening it. The image looked to be of a boy no older then 17 but he had animal look to him, yellow eyes, pointed ears and fur. "You have her?..Good..you have the next target order as well." Drake nodded. "Yes my prince." He then turned and looked at Jennifer and Beyonc and grinned. "Well your new master is the prince, feel lucky."

The Aid walked over to Jennifer and Tyra and ran his hands down their backs to the edge of their dresses before lifting them up and hooking his fingers to their panties and pulling them down their shapely legs before pulling them off. He then had them open their mouths and he stuffed their mouths with their panties and then pulled out some tape and gagged them then taped their hands behind their backs. Once he was done he lead them away out a secret exit and to a waiting car where he had Ms.Hewitt and Ms.Banks lay down on the back of the seat. Once all of the Girls were loaded the Aid nodded to Drake and sent him off. Drake laughed and kept driving as he got to the large cabin and pulled up where he hid the car. He got out and looked over at Beyonc and licked his lips before calling over some help. They opened the door and pulled her out while he opened the other door and pulled Eva out and then Beyonc. He watched the girls as they held them and dragged them inside before tying them over to the pen and made sure they was locked it. Both Eva and Beyonc would of started to come around and wake up but it was a little too late for them. both were tied to the wall of the pens and kept gagged. They watched the girls as they were put into their cages and locked in and tied. The guards watched as they all woke up and moved around only to discover that they were bound and couldn't move. "well well well awake now are we?" Drake looked at Beyonce and grinned. "It won't do you any good to try and fight as there is nothing you can do about it. So now miss Knowles, You will be trained next and its best you don't try to resist otherwise you risk yourself and your friends safety because when one screws up everyone else will be punished." He walked over to her running his hand against her cheek, letting his hand trail down over her waist, feeling the hose over her legs. "you look good and know that looks often please your master so you will do your best to make sure your appearance pleases your master.

Rina read book hastily trying to skip through the scenes to the best part of the romance novel, "Quickly, quickly" she said as she laid in bed, speeding her way through the book she smiled sitting uo as she got to the scene she wanted. Her aunties had told her "Never ever niece" "Ever read a sex novel before bed" they finished each others sentences like usual. In her haste to get to her desired spot she was tired, slowly drifting as she read the pages blurred and she slept falling to the bed. She woke up later, rubbing her eyes diligently as she looked around 'Oh No!' she thought 'this wasn't home at all, no no not at all'. She looked around taking in the forest path, the tree she sat under was most definitely not her comfy bed. She looked around "Where is this place, this place im in, the place that is not my bed?" she questioned standing and walking away from the tree to the path that twisted before her. She heard a sound, it made her jump, jump it made her as she turned to see, a wonderful beauty passing along the path, a strange girl she was indeed, she wore strange clothes and her body was not normal. She cursed the mannerisms of though her aunties had passed to her throughout the years. She approached the girl waving her arms she seemed in a rush but still she waved "Excuse me, Excuse me!" she called the girl seemed to keep moving, Rina thought she went unnoticed until they bumped with a bang, and both the girls fell to the floor with a thud.

"Oh, no," would say Aunt Alice. "That was not what happened at all! For when that happened, it went this way!" "Oh, no," would reply Aunt Miyuki-chan. "That was not what happened at all! For when that happened, we met that person!" She had done her best to listen attentively, but when it came to their eighteenth birthday, it seemed that Aunt Alice and Aunt Miyuki-chan confused more than enlightened. The place would call either be called Wonderland (if you asked Aunt Miyuki-chan) or Sexland (if you asked Aunt Alice). For, as She grew up, She had heard, from her Aunts, about Wonderland (if you asked Aunt Miyuki-chan) and Sexland (if you asked Aunt Alice), but it was not until their eighteenth birthday were She allowed to learn who one would meet in Wonderland (if you asked Aunt Miyuki-chan) or what would happen if one went to Sexland (if you asked Aunt Alice). But, alas, what would be a delightful tale of ticklish fantasy were it said once individually by Aunt Alice then Aunt Miyuki-chan became a trial of boredom when told by both together. She was both becoming aroused (for they were indeed being told what happened and who was there) but also sleepy (for Aunt Alice and Aunt Miyuki-chan did disagree so). But at least did they dream and that is what our tale is about. Alice in Sexland: Miyuki-chan in Wonderland:

Rina cried out, she laid on the ground with the girl in her lap, the force of the fall had made her sweat as she watched the girls things fall from her purse, she looked at them blinking, confusion set in as she picked up a carrot thing and stared at it, looking at the girl her outfit was ridiculous for being worn outside. She paused her thoughts and looked over her, the ears and tail white as snow as she looked to earphone that was lying still, she picked it up slowly and a blush swept her face, the girl was listening to the most dirty of things. She looked at the other earphone nestled in the girls ear as the both listened to the text being spoke as she shoved for the girl to move "Get off, Get off i have to go" she said wishing to try and find a way home. This place was strange but she remembered something, a education on sexland from her dear auntie Alice, she told her about the bunny that would show her the way, to the deepest parts of sexland where she would stay. The girl was definitely the one she was told of, the clumsy yet focused girl who would only hear half of a sentence if it could be revolved around something she liked. She explored the bunny girl, she was enthralled in her as she traced a finger along her curves and prodded the tail that didn't to move, she poked it again and yet it still stayed still. She was confused the tail was part of the outfit, but this wasn't the case, not the case indeed, the girl was heavy which Rina found strange they were not much different in height and weight but she couldn't squirm her way free. Rina blushed the carrot in her hand vibrating softly, she wondered what it was as she looked at the girl in her lap "Get off me please" she said a more polite tone in her voice as she started to squirm again feeling her lap pushing against the bunny girl's chest a blushed crossed her cheeks again they glowed red as she pushed and shoved but it was to no avail, the girl remained still she didn't move and inch as Rina's soft hand brushed tail moving it an inch.

"Oh, no! I shall be late! I shall be late!" She woke up near the forest tree, and neither bed, nor book, nor Aunt Alice or Aunt Miyuki-chan were to be found. Instead, what would she see but a most hurried woman in the most strangest of outfits! Yet this would be the least strange of the strangest things she would see! "Oh, no! I shall be late! I shall be late!" repeated the most unusually dressed woman. Though perhaps the notion of riding a red skateboard on a forest path would be more absurd. She wore a red one-piece shoulderless tuxedo-styled leotard, that showed off her lovely long stockinged legs. And she was quite audible with her "Oh, noes", as she was listening to an iPod while she was riding her red skateboard. And, of course, she was wearing bunny ears and her costume had a bunny tail. But where would we be without an encounter? A red skateboard on a forest path was indeed absurd, as, at the most inopportune moment, the young woman, who we shall name Bunny-san, hit a most inopportune rock, and flew off the skateboard indeed. She flew off the skateboard to, where else, but the lap of dear young Rina. "Oh, no!" Bunny-san repeated once again, her luscious body prone and reclining, and her chest firm and mysteriously aroused, and Bunny-san herself optionally unconscious if convenient. And, from her purse, she spilled carrots! But these carrots... they weren't quite carrots! Carrots certainly weren't blunt at the end, where they? And surely, these batteries that fell with the carrots... they wouldn't fit an iPod at all! It was indeed a most mysterious sight. And were Rina to accidentally and inadvertently listen to the iPod, also laying nearby, they would have heard "Ohs" and "noes" of a different sort, explaining Bunny-San's mysterious condition. For Bunny-san's iPod had been downloaded with the entire audio library of Literotica's text stories and poetry. Kids these days and the things they listen to.

Rina looked at the bunny in her lap, she was starting to press into her more feeling her breasts almost rub against her thighs, This bunny was actually forcing herself onto Rina, that wasn't good Rina wanted to go not stay, she wanted to run not play. Alice had told little Rina of sexland, how once something was started it wouldn't be over till the participants came. She had started this playtime, her curious hand that poke and prodded at Bunny's tail, this was her doing and now she had to get out of it. She thought of a way but that would be rude, to ouch a stranger like that in the middle of a road. She looked at the bunny in her lap and felt the carrot in her hand vibrate more violently, this day was certainly turning out strange. Rina looked at the girl in her lap, strange girls like this were everywhere in Sexland her auntie Alice once said, she felt the bunny girl push her rear into her hand, she was moving to accomadate for her exploring hand?. Rina was confused and wanted to stop but her hand had other ideas and it moved to the tail, she soon discovered it wasn't a tail at all, but a thing like the carrot with a tail on the end, this thing was pushed deep in her ass but why would this bunny do this. Rina shrugged as the tape played in her ear "Fuck her, Make her Cum" the tape said as if it was reading the moment and telling her what to do. "Bunny your all pent up, ill help you release oh yes that will be fun" she said moving the tail in and out slowly as her other hand moved to grope her breasts. Rina couldn't stop herself this was wrong and she knew it, her hands kept playing but her mind was questioning everything, eventually it stopped and she felt the buzz, the vibrating carrot brushing against her thighs and inching closer to her hole, she wasn;t going to put it inside was she and then a small memory rang through her head "If you meet bunny, watch out for her carrots, she likes to see how many you can hide" Aunt alice said that and Miyuki agreed this wasn't what she wanted, she didn't want to be filled by those things. Looking at bunny she felt a urge to go on, to touch her more and to let there play time run long. In her pleasured state she felt her hand move down, she stopped playing with the tail and picked up a carrot slowly turning it on. In a second of judgement she flicked the bunny suits's crotch to the side, and with a buzz and a pop the carrot was inside, the bunny's reactions made Rina get wet, she wanted to play and have fun with this girl, it was sexlands effect and it hadn't finished no not just yet. "Come...Come...Yes...Yes let's....come..." she said slowly as she moved the carrot in and out of bunny's hole, her other hand trying to take of her bloomers so Bunny could play with her.

Oh, dear! Oh, dear! She's truly touching my rear! Bunny marvelled at the wonderful audacity of the young woman under her. Bunny was merely minding her own business when she crashed into this mysterious Alice! Or whoever she was called -- Bunny was quite distracted as Alice was touching her curves... playing and probing her tail! Oh, and the little birdies tweeting in circles above Bunny's head was distracting as well. "Oh... yes... please more more more!" Or at least that was what the naughty erotica playing on her earbuds was saying. The audacious Alice under her was listening to it as well. And playing with one of Bunny's carrots! How rude! Well, Bunny was distracted so it didn't really matter. Bunny sooned moaned a little herself as she rubbed her tail against this Alice's hand. It felt good to be touched there, and it certainly felt good to rub her breasts against this other Alice. "I'm late... I'm late... I need to go... I need to go..." she slowly said, closing her eyes, as she lay on top of the girl. For this Alice seemed to be lingering a little too long on Bunny's body. Alice traced Bunny's curves, the tight red bodystocking hardly defending her from the ladylike touches of this new Alice. Bunny squirmed as this Alice touched her tail, and responded by pressing her breasts, firmer and harder, into Alice's body, the space between her legs. "I know! I know! I know how I can go!" For this was Sexland, and one way to get a woman off was, well, by getting a woman off! Bunny arched her back, lifting her hips, allowing Alice's exploring hand to move down... down, down, down, to the rabbit's wonderful hole. And the carrot? Well, there were more carrots where that came from. Came? Yes, cumming would be a wonderful idea. As Alice was playing with Bunny's backside, Bunny picked up another carrot and turned it on. On, on, on. It hummed, vibrated, alive. Perhaps it was more rabbit than carrot? Bunny carefully lifted Alice's white, apron-like skirt, and found her bloomers, all lovely and white. She gently stroked it against Alice's leg... her thigh... closer to Alice's own rabbit hole. "I need to go... I need to go... I need to come... I need to come..." Bunny said, gently sighing as Alice played with her.

Bunny continued to press her body into this Alice's body! Her massive, swollen breasts were ready to burst out of her tiny red dress! Her nipples rubbed against Alice's thighs, and Bunny gave out such moans and sighs. She slithered in the road in the grass, as this Alice gently toyed with her ass. Bunny giggled and her butt wriggled, as Alice slid the tail-thing in Bunny's ass. "Fuck her, make her cum" cried the tape. "Yes, fuck me... make me cum..." repeated Bunny. She let out another moan as Alice pushed the tail-toy deeper and squeezed her receptive breasts. Perhaps this Alice had listened indeed. For Bunny gasped as Alice slid the vibrating carrot into Bunny's tight little rabbit hole. "Oh, yes, oh, yes, Alice you're the best..." she moaned, as this Alice slid the carrot deeper... deeper.. into her hole. Bunny moaned as the winsome carrot began to fill her slit, vibrating across her lips... irrigated by the luscious juices leaking out of Bunny's hole. Speaking of holes, Bunny began exploring this Alice's. Helped by this Alice herself, Bunny slowly pulled down this Alice's bloomers, exposing her own youthful entrance. Bunny ooohed and aaaahed at her delicious wonderful pussy. "Oh, my, oh, my..." Bunny let out a sigh. As her hips undulated to the toys in her ass and pussy, she began to lick. Lick, lick, lick. Sliding her tippy tongue up and down this Alice's slit. Bunny nibbled, gently, this Alice's outer lips, grazing them across her teeth, sliding them under her tongue. She began to flick, flick, flick, flick, her tongue across this Alice's button, sucking the dear thing under the hood. "Mmm..." she said, moaning, her tongue and chin awash in this Alice's juices. Bunny took a carrot, and also slid it in, deeper, deeper, into Alice's hole. The carrot was thick and hard, firm and stiff. Bunny occasionally licked and bit at the carrot, too, as if it were an alive and lively thing. She turned it on, as the delicious stiff thing began to vibrate. Bunny then moved it, in and out of this Alice's quivering quim, as Bunny gyrated her own wanting pussy against the carrots in her slit and ass. Bumping and looking for a F writer to continue this thread! Seems I can update more SRPs once I get to the naughty parts...

Sharp gray eyes surveyed the crowd as those in the mass spoke. Tightly pursed lips sipped at the pitifully watered down drink which he had been surved by a buxom young serving-girl. Deft fingers of the free hand twirled a small, roughly-carved knife of hand-made origins, the tip occasionally heard grazing the wood of the table as it did so. Pausing at the words, the knife was caught halfway through one of it's rotations, with the tip of the blade resting on a thumb visibly scored by the force of a taught bow. A small smirk crossed those same pursed lips that moments before had been sipping at the drink, a soft voice stained with a distinctly foreign accent came across the rim of mug. "I think --" That grin broadened, "-- I think our king wants to cause trouble for somebody." A chuckle, "Or somebody's givinghimthe trouble." It was safe to say that Camae was the polar opposite of his female companion. While she was a tall, masculine goddess wielding what Camae lovingly referred to as her "double-headed decapitator", he was short, more lithe and agiliy inclined, and against his leg rested a well-crafted bpw and sternly strung bow-string. His skin was well-tanned from time spent on the coasts, with hair that was a mix of a rusty brown and a dark blonde, tied back in a long pony-tail that stopped just below his shoulder blades, his slim and pointed jaw-line visibly lacking a recent shave, and being almost heavily clothed compared to many of the patrons: boots adorned with straps and fur within, rusty-colored leather pants, an incredibly baggy gray shirt with sleeves down to the man's elbows, and a recently repaired vambrace on his right arm designed to protect the sensitive veins within his wrist from a bow's harsh wrath. On a simple leather belt he wore was his quiver, with belt aslo sporting an empty slot for the knife he held, and three of it's twins. So most definitely not like the axe-wielding woman beside him. "I think we should see what it's about. I hardly think these cut-purses in this place stand much of a chance." His grin remained there as he sat his drink down, "After all,I'mhere."

The tavern was full. Men pressed closely together, united by their desire for strong drink and the buxom serving wenches who squeezed their way through the crowds, trays held skilfully high enough not to bump heads or spill watered ale. Tarantia was equally full, every adventurer, treasure-hunter, sword-for-hire and thief within three-hundred miles had flocked to the capital, eager to hear whatever it was that Numedides II was willing to pay a fortune in gold and jewels for. The summons had come a month earlier, an official decree in every city and town in Aquilonia, the kings own guard, the Black Dragons, nailing proclamations to the walls of the town halls, taverns, even temples were ordered to carry notices declaring that King Numedides II was recruiting mercenaries, whatever their character, and would pay handsomely for a job well done. The details were sketchy at best, wild rumours flew about the city as to what the work would actually entail and one voice rose above the others in the tavern. Spying, said one man, a thick-set Zingaran pirate with a gold tooth and a scar on his left cheek. Why else would the king not use his own guard for the job? Ye cant trace hired swords as easily. I reckon weve got ourselves a treasure hunt, replied a tall Zembabwan, his bare chest glistening in the warmth of the inn like polished ebony, The king is after a jewel or some rare metal. Something thatll make what were getting for the job seem like small change. Youre wrong, grinned a wiry Hyrkanian armed with an unstrung bow, He wants someone done in. His grin broadened and he drew his thumb across his throat. Other voices chimed in and argued, the words fading to a background drone as two figures who had managed to secure themselves a rickety table sat and listened without commenting. One was a large woman, taller than the other women present, and indeed than most of the men. Her shoulders were broad, arms and legs well-muscled without being gross and her bronze skin showed old healed scars from long-ago battles. Her hair was long and black, worn in a series of tangled dreadlocks that hung to her waist and tied with a few bits of carved bone and feathers in a barbaric fashion. The womens eyes were deep grey and serious, yet laughter lines were prominent around them and her mouth, which carried a silver stud through her lower lip. Resting against the wall by where she sat was a huge battleaxe which, despite the razor sharp edge, looked well-used. The womans gaze was on the room, watching and vaguely listening to the speculation and she shrugged when the individual bits of conversation faded out, lost by the noise of the crowd. What do you think Camae? she asked, turning to look at her comrade.

"The fuzz in my head sounds more intersting than some noble speech." Camae replied. With that, he quickly finished the contents of the cup, and threw it rather lazily down to the table. Rising up, he retrieved his bow, kicked his chair back in with one booted foot, and turned to the door as the other patrons of the establishment began heading out the door to the streets. It was there that he could catch glimpses over the heads in the crowds of that instantly recognizable polished black armor that had been seen all over the place as of recently. He tried to stay near Macha, of course: using the simple appearance of a large, muscular, and axe-wielding woman to make the crowds part as he felt himself get ushered to whatever group it was that the Legionairies felt was appropriate for him. He had his right hand on his bow-string the entire time, keeping the same arme looped through it as he went through the jumbles of people who had yet to be grouped: still sticking close to Macha. "I feel like cattle." He remarked irritatedly to Macha, speaking just loud enough for her to hear him over the crowd.

Then Numedides had better count his teeth when were though, the barbarian said, And his daughters. The rest of her muttered words were lost in the depths of the leather cup as she took a long draught of the weak ale. The better inns were well prepared for the influx of fighting men and women, removing the drinking vessels made of metal and ceramic and replacing them with something less lethal. The pewter they usually carried could be used to stove in an enemys head, and shards of broken pottery held a keen enough edge to cut through skin. The stitched leather would collapse if used as a bludgeon and the ale was carefully diluted to the point of flavoured water. They hadnt counted on the relaxed weapons laws and the jugs of imported spirits being sold in less reputable riverside taverns, and despite their efforts, drunken and heavily armed warriors lurched from tavern to brothel and back again. Macha drained the cup and placed it on the table. A smiling barmaid appeared through the crowds and offered to refill it but the barbarian put her hand over the lip of the cup and shook her head. It may be as weak as cats piss but Id rather hear every word of Numedides proposal and not the fuzz in my own head. As she spoke there was a sudden scuffle towards the door and the blast of a horn echoed above the noise in the tavern. The drunken adventurers were exiting, pushing their way into the streets as men in the polished black armour of the Black Dragon Legion rode up and began sectioning them into groups to be brought before the king. Macha pushed back the low stool she was perched on and reached for her labrys. Cmon, were being called.

Camae had never been a fan of guards. If he had been a dog, or perhaps some othe ranimal, his hair would have been standing up on end as the group went down the street, and the closest equivelant was the fact that the archer's head seemed to be on a constant swivvle as they walked. Not taking as much time to enjoy the surroundings as his friend, he still lingered at the back of the group: watchingeveryperson who might have been a guard -- which was just about everybody who wasn't eitherinthe cluster of cut-throats and thieves, or staring at it from the windows and doorways of the surrounding homes. Regardless, he still felt relatively safe from any sword-wielding guardsman who wanted his head put on a pike for all to see. If he couldn't get the man at range, then he had a woman wielding a huge axe if they tried to get close to them. Then again, Macha was the kind of person who would -- He was instantly snapped from his own internal monologue as said ax-wielding barbarian spoke up. "Aye. He probably wants sell-swords so whoever he wants dead can't find out if we fail." He shrugged, "Or he just doesn't want to spend money on his own fancy guards." It was then that, he too, noticed the distinct lack of the famed slaves about the garden, "Well, damn. Here I am hoping for a quick swing, too." He chuckled, "Well: it's better this way. Women have a problem with resisting my charms." A small, low chuckle followed.

Hmm, the woman grunted in agreement as they moved towards a knight sat atop a chestnut coloured horse, a plume of scarlet feathers exploding from the crest of his black helm. He jabbed his gauntleted finger at them and about a dozen other adventurers and indicated they should follow him as he wheeled his mount around and sat off at a walk along a wide main road which led up to the palace. Macha took her time, hanging at the back to give her the opportunity to look about Tarantia as they walked. Tall walls of thick yellowish stone, bleached by the sun to a paler creamy colour encircled the city in several rings with equally thick hardwood doors and iron portcullis for the gateways. Everywhere the presence of the guard could be felt, especially as they entered the palace courtyard. Its well defended, she remarked to Camae, Numedides cant fear invasion and wed make a ragtag army of looters and deserters anyway. Must be some kind of sneak job. The enclosed inner courtyard was dimmer and cooler than the bright city streets, and Macha heard the running water before they came to the fountains and pleasure gardens. There was no sign of the famed veiled slaves brought in from Koth and Shem and Macha assumed they had been secreted away from the sight of hundreds of lusty men. She cracked a grin at Camae. Numedidess slaves must be in his harem, better luck next time.

A man of money and wonder-lust, Camae was hardly as disdainful of the king's arrogant displays of wealth, and this combined with his wonder-lust to make him look upon the tapestries and other fineries within the walls of the king's home with a sense of jealous envy. Always a man who fancied fine drinks, delicious food, and believed himself to be quite a charming man when it came to dealing with the opposite sex: he had always pined for every way to show his wealth (of which he had little) and fame (of which he also seemed to have little, these days). However, he still felt a sort of resentment nestled somewhere deep in his belly. Not inspired by the diety-driven emotions of his partner (seeing as he did not see all that was around him in the world as the intelligent design of an as of yet absentee mother or father figure). Instead, his was rather driven by a mixture of greed, and the obvious displeasure that his Cimmerian friend clearly felt at all of the --pleasantriesaround them. "I really wish the king would be more willing to share some of his treasures." Camae remarked irritabely, "At least for those of us who actuallywork." It was at that moment they entered the throne room. It was illuminated by the rather dim-looking light shining through winter clouds over-head, the tables sitting empty where once the angry and disatisfied locals would have sat on any other day, and with the mercenaries standing at the walls to observe the group as they entered. To be honest, the entire situation seemed rather unreal. It was the royal throne room, absent of activity, almost entirely silent save for quite murmerings and foot-falls on the ground, and in front of the kinghimselfwas the most scruffy-looking group of sell-swords and cut-purses to ever stand within sight of the walls of this royal estate. A lesser man might even go so far as to say the whole scene was a touch comical, in fact. However, Camae was much stronger than that -- not. "Damned hilarious, this is." He remarked to Macha, following behind her like a shadow of lethal support, as the archer always had, "I take little stock in 'curses' and 'magic'." He chuckled, "I think maybe he ate a bit of bad beef. Wants the butcher killed for negligence." Another chuckle, with a hand over his mouth to stifle it for the sake of the serious-looking guards nearby, "What say you, Macha?"

Macha grunted again as they were lead through ever more luxurious surroundings, the king clearly enjoyed displaying his wealth and power and she inwardly sneered at the soft comforts. Born in the dark, grey hills of Cimmeria, the woman had grown up amongst a stern and laconic people who disdained soft easy living. Even their deity wouldnt help them. He breathed life into each Cimmerian at their birth and that was all Crom ever did for his people. A pair of double doors were thrown open to reveal a throne room, a long chamber with six high, arching windows along the west wall, sending in thin wintery sunlight. Two long, low tables ran the length of the room, usually full of people waiting for an audience with Numedides. The chamber was free of petitioners however, and Macha counted thirty guards watching the batch of mercenaries warily. Two men looked down the length of the room, up on a raised dais. One in a large ornate chair gilded with gold leaf. He sat heavily, his long beard grey, his robe of state unkempt, and a circlet of gold set on his brow. The other was a well-dressed younger man in a dark doublet and breeches and as Macha approached, she could see the resemblance between the two men. Numedides has aged terribly, she remarked to Camae in a low voice. Years in a matter of months, perhaps hes been cursed.

"Aye." Camae chuckled, "I feel bloody honored." The king had never really come across as a man who hesitated in the face of a group like the one that stood before him now. After all, if it weren't for his charm and straight-forwardness (though his father being king before him did help): he probably wouldn't have been able to make it as the king of the land. Yet there he was before them, looking more aged and vunerable than anybody had ever seen him, and (unlike his prick of a son) was on the verge of tears as he attempted to tell the mercenaries what it was they were needed for. It was obvious, even if he had yet to actually say it. He wanted them to head in to Zamora, find "that bastard spider-haunted cult", and get his daughter back. Or, if she was dead, then he would most likely want the cult and all of it's members to follow suit. However, the reaction of many of those in the room showed their lack of courage. Never one for such pitiful cowardice: Camae stepped forward. As some of those amongst them drifted for the back of the room, he actually called out to the nobleman. "Aye, King!" He shouted to get the attention of the king and his son, "You have my bow!"

Any response was cut short by a shout for silence and the tall, grim-faced woman merely arched a brow at Camae as the king raised his head and looked down the length of the hall, as if noticing the assembled gang of warriors for the first time. He had been a handsome man in his youth, the smooth good looks now passed on to his son who watched the mercenaries with undisguised superiority, and even in his more advanced years the king had retained an air of easy charm and well-groomed satisfaction which Macha had seen in him only months earlier, as she remarked to her companion. The lines etched into Numedidess faced made him look ghastly, his skin ashen, he was more like a corpse than a man, and Macha was hit with an insight that the king was grieving. You, the king snapped, his voice was strong despite his appearance and carried down the hall. You are some of worst thieves, murderers and bandits that have ever plagued my lands. There was a low sound of shuffling feet, his words couldnt be denied and the sense that this was some kind of ploy to get the hireswords together and butcher them was slowly dawning on some of those assembled. Some of you have defied me and my laws for years, stealing my gold, ravishing my concubines and vanishing into the night. Hes heard of you, Macha whispered to Camae. What an honour. You are here, because of those very deeds. Because of your daring, your arrogance, your nefarious skills. I have need of them. There was a low murmur of voices. Clearly the kings speech was rehearsed but now he seemed to break the icy shell of his demeanour and slump a little in his chair. My daughter, my youngest child, my beloved, Numedidess voice cracked and he swallowed down a sob. What the king is trying to say, is that the Princess Aurelia has been kidnapped, interjected the young man beside Numedides, the kings son which would make him Aurelias brother. His grief at the loss of his sister didnt seem quite as deep. That bastard spider-haunted cult in Zamora have her! roared the king. Fevered whispers echoed through the hall and Macha glanced at Camae as a few warriors began winding their way to the back of the chamber and slipped out. Aha, so now we have it. A rescue mission into Zamora. No wonder Numedides recruited so many of us. So few will dare to go.

Yet another year at Hogwarts once more. If he had been in charge of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class his attitude might have been different. Then again, maybe not. He didn't hate potions, in fact he loved it but he had always wanted to teach the other class. Lately he had been consumed with trying to create new potions that could be put to use in defeating the Dark Lord. Or at least harming him in some manner. It was a rather tricky and almost impossible feat but he hadn't given up yet. Severus held a grudge against the Dark Lord for killing Lily when he had begged him not to and had been given reassurance that she would remain safe. The fact that she had been killed regardless angered him to no end, amongst other emotions. One of these days he would come up with it. Of course he needed to test it out as well but doing so was dangerous on a person. He certainly wasn't going to use it on himself and so that left him with limited options. There were lab rats and other things but he disliked experimenting on live creatures who had just as much right to live as anyone else. For a few days he had been at a loss but had managed to discover a very unique solution to his problem. He had found out that some talented boys were making creations that could withstand the roughest treatment and reacted like live human dummies. Exactly what he needed. The only problem was that Snape did not want to go through normal channels in order to procure such items from them. So, he paid strangers to do so for him from time to time when he needed a new supply. So far it had worked out fairly well. He might not like the Weasleys but those two boys were definitely talented. Severus strode into the classroom where his students waited for him and headed for the middle of the room. His eyes came to a rest on Alex for a brief moment. "This is not a fashion class Miss Taylor. Make sure to remember that next time." Snape said, noting her choice of clothing and the makeup she was currently wearing. It went against school rules and he did not let anyone get away with breaking them. "Today we will be starting to make Swelling Solutions. Taylor. Tell me what the main ingredient is for this particular potion." He said as he waited for Alex to respond to his question. It was simple, one ingredient and he expected her to know. There was no reason why she shouldn't. His eyes swept throughout the entire class, taking note of everyone around. No one was sleeping which was good because he would have singled them out otherwise and totally destroyed them. There were many ways of accomplishing such a feat and he would have no problem doing such a thing, in fact he might actually enjoy it. Severus returned his attention back to Alex once more as he waited for the girl to speak. If she didn't he would be disappointed since she was one of the few who actually seemed interested in the class. But he had learned not to expect anything from his students in the past and that had not changed as he had gone through the years. "Well?" Snape demanded, not liking to have to wait for an answer to come for a question he'd asked earlier. He liked quick, precise answers.

Alex had red hair. That was the first thing anyone noticed about her. Not the carroty red of the fair skinned and freckled, rather a more coppery shade like autumn leaves. It was longish and curled rather than hanging straight in the fashionable styles most of her peers wore. It was her best feature certainly, and until the previous spring had been the only obviously feminine thing about her. She was rather too tall and had been skinny and boyish but a summer of lazing about at home had fattened her up and when she returned to Hogwarts in the autumn Alex had something more of a girls shape. She was in Ravenclaw, a bookish house that valued intelligence over appearance and while Alex wasnt the oddest looking girl in her school year, that particular award went to Connie Ramsbottom an unfortunately named student with wiry black hair and an overbite that could open butterbeer bottles, there were other more comely girls attending Hogwarts. Alex didnt have many friends at the school, and those she did drifted in and out of her life with the exception of Jude Fletcher, a Scottish girl with muggle parents who Alex confided in absolutely, with one exception. She had a crush, a very secret one that she had told no one about, except for her diary which she kept locked away. The pages had been deeply inscribed with her feelings, it was a tome of forbidden lore in every sense of the term, for she couldnt let anyone read it. Alex had never felt this way about anyone before, certainly not about the muggle actors and footballers that her mundane friends swooned over, and not any of the boys who she sat in class with. The other girls had their crushes written in ink on their arms, whispered them to each other and giggled whenever one promising new Quiddich talent swaggered past, broom tucked under his arm. Alex couldnt do any of these things, she fancied a teacher. Whats more she fancied the most despised and ridiculed teacher in the entire school, the dour Potions Master, Professor Snape. Shed been frightened of him when shed been in her first year of Hogwarts, like many of the other girls and quite a lot of the boys too. Though the fear never entirely went away the other students tempered it with contempt, yet something happened to Alex last autumn and she found that she was entertaining the kinds of thoughts about Professor Snape that were usually reserved for boys her own age. She caught herself looking at him one day, so intensely that when he glanced up, his black eyes locked onto hers for a few moments before she flushed pink and looked back at her work. Alex couldnt help it, though she tried to put the thoughts out of her mind. She found herself dressing in a way to accent her newly formed breasts and the curve of her waist, touched her skin lightly with makeup and wore pale scents whenever she had a class with the professor. She wondered what his mouth would feel like on hers, his lips were thin but looked inviting. His robe appeared to be spun of some rough cloth and she wanted to run her hands over the slim form of his body and feel the fabric buff her palms. She mused about the scent of his skin, whether it would be warm and smooth and... Alex! came a voice rudely butting into her fantasies. Wha? she said, looking up, hazy eyed at Jude. What are you doing, you look like a dozy cow Jude said. Potions class in ten minutes, come on. Right said Alex, grabbing her packed satchel. She pulled it towards her across the grass, turning away and missing the small dark book that slid out and lay there.

One thing was for certain, Professor Snape did not like to be kept waiting and he narrowed his eyes at the student before him. Finally the girl managed to drag up an answer and he raised a brow. "I trust you will not take so long to answer next time I call on you, Miss Taylor." He said and then turned away from her to continue with his lecture, making sure to spot any students who might be taking advantage of this opportunity to nap or do other things. Snape was just itching to punish someone but unfortunately, he couldn't do it for no reason which was disappointing. He finished his lecture and then made his way over to his desk and leaned back against the edge of the table. Right next to his right hand, lying in a haphazard manner as if it had fallen out of someone's bag there, was a little black book which probably belonged to Alex. At the moment, it seemed Snape hadn't seen it but if left to his own devices, eventually he would see it and realize it wasn't his. Snape looked around the room, making sure everyone was doing what they were supposed to and no one was slacking off in the process. They were all supposed to be making their potions. It was then that he saw Alex ruffling through her bag and he narrowed his eyes at her. "Miss Taylor. Exactly what are you doing right now?"

She knew the answer to this, it was a fairly easy question, something that would have usually been aimed at a second or third year student, but for that moment Alex couldnt remember. It was his eyes on her that made her forget everything. He had that effect on most of the other students as well but she doubted for the same reasons, especially the male students. They shivered from fear or the sense that something terrible was about to happen, but Alex flushed and stammered from an entirely different circumstance. Erm. Well. I think it might be. Er. A sharp pain in her leg made her jump as Jude kicked her under the bench. Puffer fish! she exalted, Eyes, their eyes. Um, puffer fish eyes. Her face was like a beetroot at Professor Snapes expression, as if hed expected nothing more from a particularly dense species of monkey and she ducked her head and reached down to rub at the sore spot on her shin where a bruise was beginning to form. Whats wrong with you? whispered Jude when the Potions Masters gaze left them like a black searchlight to pierce another student. Youve been weird during Potions for weeks now. Alex shrugged and looked away, reaching into her bag for her Potions text book. It was there, the brown-bound tome heavy and well-thumbed, but her little black book wasnt. Without trying to draw attention to herself she started pulling out everything she had stuffed in there earlier, fear gnawing at her belly like a rat. Shit, its not here, she whispered to herself.

The TITAN formula, derived from the special brand of Venom that Bane had been using for years, cooked from a recipe that only he knew, was something dangerous. IT was more potent the the Venom that he used, imparting on its users even greater increases of muscle mass but it had its downsides, while Venom normally clouded the mind with rage ones faculties still remained intact if you kept focus on what was important... TITAN however turned its users into monsters, massive even by his own muscle bound standards and with freakish bony growths jutting from their bodies... the rage of Venom increased to a level that couldn't be controlled leaving the users mindless. Bane however had recently acquired several samples, the Bat thought that he had destroyed it all but Bane had managed to hide a small amount of it away just in case and after a quite easy escape form police custody he had it again. For a few weeks he had hidden out in a warehouse that he had prepared to use as a hideout, beneath it was a massive underground complex that he was using in a lab to experiment with the drug... a hybrid of TITAN and Venom, not quite as powerful as TITAN but it allowed him to achieve the results that he liked with a much smaller dose. Gone were the bulky tubes that ran across his entire body to pump him full of the drug which was required to keep him at his peak, instead only a single heavily reinforced line leading from a small control dial on his wrist to a storage unit and injector surgically implanted within him. However he still wasn't ready for the Bat, not yet anyway... the first time he had struck out against hit most hated foe he had planned ahead for months, wearing him down one step at a time before he finally struck and brought Batman closer to defeat then anyone else ever had. Since then he had used only his strength to fight against the Master Detective, he had to use his brain, psychological warfare to bring him lower before lashing out again... the next time they fought he would break the Bat. Sitting in the room that he used as his bedroom, a far step up from what he had been sleeping in so recently, a lavish chamber with a bed more then large enough to fit his seven foot tall four hundred pound frame. He was contemplating what best way to start his new war against the Bat... where best to start the fight. It was in the middle of his thoughts, unable to find a new approach yet that the alarm in the chamber for the sample of Original TITAN went off... for anyone to penetrate that far into his compound they would need to be quite skilled indeed and he could only think of one who might be able to pull that off. The mouth of his mask split slowly as he smiled, he knew that Batman had a soft spot for that particular thief and this might be the best place to start. Rising to his feet he moved from his bedroom and to the TITAN chamber, moving far more silently then someone of his size should be able to do. Gato Puta. He growled, his eyes narrowed as he eyed the Cat, annoyed that she had noticed his approach. The only way out of this compound is past me... and we both know that the odds are heavily against you... give me the TITAN and I may be gentle.

This should be so easy that they'd need to invent a new metaphor. Steal a sample of TITAN from the hulking Bane, and get it back to a drop off point. Simple. Clean. And way, way, way too easy. In fact, this really wasn't what Selina usually stole or where she directed her talents. However, the pay being offered was too much for a girl to turn down, especially given the amount of shiny things involved. So Catwoman had agreed to do the job easily enough. Now she reached up, sliding her clawed hands through a grating and gently removing it. A light drop did mean some noise, but Catwoman intended to be far gone from the scene before the hulking brute who hid out here was even aware she'd been there. The agile woman already starting crawling out before the grate touched the ground, and had almost flipped and slid seconds after it did. The woman stretched, hearing the sound of her tight leather outfit stretching across her taut form. Selina had the lean form of a gymnast and crime fighter, both of which she was, however, she also had decidedly feminine curves. Hips that flared sensually, and breasts that rose out attentively upon her chest. Some would have considered such a body a drawback: noticeable breasts were hardly recommended when slinking about. In fact, Catwoman did have some problem dragging those mounds over air ducts and squeezing into tight places. However, she'd also designed hercostume and lookto take advantage of the situation. Tight catsuit that clung to every succulent inch of her delectable body, with a long zipper half unzipped in front. Most thugs wasted a second looking at the valley of cleavage displayed before them, giving Selina just enough time to finish them off. Just thinking about it now made her plump lips curve into a smile, her green eyes dancing with merriment. The Cat nearly skipped her way over to where a vial rested on a podium. There were alarms and your standard defenses, nothing that really phased Catwoman. She flipped, gyrated, and hacked her way to the vial, soon holding it up and admiring the liquid within. A small sample, certainly nothing like the containers that more frequently dotted the city or showed. But that was what the person wanted. "Almost too easy," purred Catwoman, sliding the vial safely into her cleavage. She'd turned to start flipping again, when she realized that she wasn't quite as alone as she'd been from the start. "You move fast for someone the size of a small elephant." It was Bane.

Bane thought for a moment about her offer, watching as she drew the vial from the place that her costume was clearly designed to draw eyes towards. He knew that many people thought of him as a barely human monster without any emotion other then ambition or rage but that wasn't the least bit true. Like any other man Bane still had desires, perhaps even more powerful then those of the average man because of the amount of time that he had to put them aside just so that he could work on his ambitions. He was smirking now as he watched her, quite a few ideas running through his mind as she spoke of a way that she could possibly be of use to him and yet she wasn't mentioning the way that he would most like to use her. Clearly she was trying to take advantage of his instincts as a man though, her choice emphasis of words was hardly subtle in the least. Did she think him a mindless animal that could be manipulated in such a simple manner? Keep in mind that I would defeat you in every fight. He warned her quickly, stating it as a fact and not an opinion. But you offer me a partner ship and yet you don't even take a step towards me for fear? He asked with a small sneer, mocking her now though he knew she was more dangerous then she appeared. He had seen the results of her whip before and while he knew that pain alone wouldn't be enough to give her an advantage he was also aware that she had the uncanny skill to hit him in the eye and while he was temporarily blinded getting past wouldn't be all that hard. Moving forward he was like an avalanche on legs, filling the hall with his massive body and closer in her whip wouldn't work as well as it would at a distance. Perhaps you and I can work out a deal though Miss Kyle. Her name well known in the Gotham underworld, her costume not doing anything to hide her face. However this is hardly the place for us to discuss a business deal, if you would be so kind as to follow me we could arrange some sort of mutually beneficial relationship. Reaching out for her one of his immense hands, large enough to nearly encircle her waist, took hold of the arm which held the TITAN sample, covering nearly her entire forearm and her hand, careful however not to squeeze to hard, seeing no reason to powder her bones or destroy the sample without any need. Not much force would be needed to hold onto her and drag her off, his immense body was nearly immune to pain and she lacked the strength to fight him off.

The only way out? Catwoman spent a few seconds looking around, not quite willing to trust the muscle bound man. However, she did recall that he was much smarter than you would think, especially given his size. Plus, Catwoman's self preservation instincts were quite high. She reached into her cleavage, withdrawing the vial and looking at it. Technically, Catwoman didn't want the vial; someone else did. Stealing it had simply been a job. While not completing a job wasn't exactly good for her reputation, it wasn't worth getting her back broken by Bane. Still, Catwoman wasn't quite willing to simply give up. "Don't you think we could come to some kind of agreement?" she asked, her voice nearly purring. Normally she would have approached the villain, walking sensually all the while, but normally said villain didn't have an impressive reach and the ability to crush her bones to powder. "We both know that you'll win in a fight ninety nine times out of a hundred. I'm not the Bat. But isn't there a little favor this little kitty could do for you? Maybe a little 'I scratch your back, you scratch mine.'" Like Catwoman hadn't already done that sort of thing before. It was remarkable how much people were willing to let you get away with if you were willing to do them a favor. Probably helped that Catwoman had one of the highest success rates in the city, and nearly everyone wanted something stolen at some point in time. "I mean, you're so strong you can break bat-backs," purred Catwoman, smiling. She waved a hand at Bane as she spoke, then waved a hand at herself, "But I'm lithe, agile,flexible. I can sneak into people's bases and steal what they most treasure," she held up the vial. "Doesn't that sound like a useful talent? All it will cost you is this itty bitty little vial. Surely my services are worth more thanthat."

Bane only laughed at her comment about working together, in his eyes he was seeing this as her working for him... or rather serving him in the most carnal way possible. He doubted she would be too happy with it but its not like she would be able to do too much to stop him now that he had the idea in his mind. He would easily be able to just do whatever he wanted with her, and now that he had his hands on her she didn't have much of a chance to use her greater agility or speed in order to escape from him. Once he had her immobilized he would be able to lock down his little hideout to make it practically impossible to get in or out of, the underside of the warehouse where he was hiding out had been recently used as a backup control facility for Hugo Strange and was top of the line. I wouldn't quite call what I am thinking of a partnership. He said as he led her from the chamber where the venom had been stored and through a hall into his personal chambers, clearly it had been put in place for Strange because unlike the dull grey metal that filled most of the facility this room had lush green carpets and a dark rosewood paneling along the walls... appearing to be more like an upscale apartment then anything else... even the bathroom that was attached to it had been done up in perfectly white marble. Make yourself comfortable. He instructed her as he closed the door behind them, the thick wood locking tight with a loud click and without the code to be used for the keypad she would never be able to undo the lock. Reaching up he slowly removed his mask, something he used for intimidation but he knew that in the confined space of his personal chambers he was plenty intimidating. As the mask was removed and set aside on a special stand his face was revealed, his features surprisingly more regal then most would think... patrician in aspect with icy blue eyes, his hair shaved down close to his scalp. And do us both a favor... set the TITAN aside. Right now you might be thinking of taking it to help you escape or over power me but I have killed more then one person on that drug before and I don't think you would provide any more of a challenge then Jokers thugs had been. He was eying her now with lust, she was in his place now, where he was in total control and able to relax a little bit... and he could have her any time he wanted her now.

As Bane stepped closer, Catwoman tensed. She might be able to find a way around the massive man, or possibly exploit his weaknesses. Every one of these villains had some kind of weakness or another, though usually it lay between the zipper of Catwoman's suit. Her careful green eyes watched each hulking step, noting that he too moved with caution. His eyes could be hit, and she wagered that with a good whip lash, she could entangle the tubing upon his back. However, Selina really did prefer to talk her way out of a situation rather than fight, and so far Bane was proving a good deal more reasonable than she expected. "Well, I'm willing to talk," she nearly purred. He came even closer, and Selina thought about taking a step back, merely tensing instead. "There's no reason for us to fight each other, not when we'd work together so much better." Bane reached toward Catwoman, and her eyes widened for a moment. A massive arm encircled most of her free hand. Catwoman half expected Bane to start squeezing, to break the arm, or possibly to fling her against a wall. Already Catwoman was relaxing, trying to make her body as loose as possible for him. However, the grip proved to be light, surprising her, making her eyes go wide yet again. Well, people did say that Bane had a mind behind all those muscles, a sharp one too. Perhaps it was best if she didn't underestimate that either. "Lead on, muscles," she said, nodding with her hand. "I'm all ears." As soon as Bane started moving, Catwoman would follow, almost meekly. She kept her eyes open and alert, scanning the area, looking for chances to escape. There was some appeal in working with Bane though, or at least, getting on his good side. You never knew when a hulking mass of muscles would come in handy, particularly if you were a small, agile woman.

Most people assumed that Bane would live in a simple metal cell with nothing more then a cot and a thin blanket in order to keep himself from growing cold as he slept. It was an image that he often liked to cultivate and at times he had lived in that fashion but he knew that living in a spartan setting didn't really give one much of an advantage when it came to their abilities. Living in comfort might soften some but so long as one maintained their discipline there was no difference between living in comfort and forcing ones self to avoid the comforts of modern living. The room might have been built to the specifications that Strange wanted but Bane was greatly enjoying himself in it. He could see how the Cat was studying the room and attempting to find things of value to steal and Bane put it down as compulsive behavior on her part, let her scope the place however she might like... there was nothing he was attached too other then the TITAN and she wouldn't be getting a chance to take it anyway. I wear the mask to intimidate others, to see the face of a man offers comfort even when that man wants to do you great harm... but to see a mask that betrays almost nothing of the persons emotions or intentions makes your opponent all the more frightened of you, and a frightened for is hardly a foe at all. True Batman wasn't frightened by his mask but the common street thug or hired muscle would be less likely to try to face off with him after staring at the blank mask that he wore. Her suggestion of liquor, sarcastic or serious was only met with a grunt from the hulking masked man, he avoided drinking alcohol except for the most special of occasions and with Miss Kyle in the room he didn't want to give her a chance to drug anything that he might be drinking... that wasn't something he would put past her. Help yourself to some wine if you like. He said as he gestured to the rack that was next to the bed, a few bottles stored in it, not one of them opened but from his understanding of wine they were of superior vintages and years. Dr. Strange was kind enough to see that his own quarters were very well stocked while the barracks for the mercenaries that he employed have little more then bunks and lockers. Perhaps once he was done with her for a bit he would use that room as a place to store her... there was a brig around but he very much liked the convenience of having her stored in a room with so many places to use her in a wide variety of ways. Now as for playing... I am hardly opposed to the idea though if I were you I would cease referring to me as muscles. I am Mr. Bane and will be referred to as such.

The laugh sounded quite loud in the contained building, enough to make Catwoman nearly wince. What was with Bane? Most of Gotham's underbelly had reasons behind their madness, goals. As far as Catwoman knew, the main thing driving Bane was some kind of revenge, since he'd been incarcerated since he was a child or something. Truthfully, she hadn't exactly spent hours researching every criminal in Gotham; that was what Batman did in his spare time, not her. What she did know was that she was in close proximity to a hulking man who had far more intelligence than most. They were getting into closer and closer quarters too, and the warehouse transformed from something shabby into something impressive enough that Selina let out a low whistle. "Quite a nice little hideaway you have here, muscles," she drawled, taking a few steps ahead of him to look around. Her eyes were already appraising the various goods here, mentally pricing them. Selina herself didn't even live in quite this much luxury, and she wasn't sure why exactly Bane would. Wasn't he one of those Spartan types? Oh well, she'd just have to concede that she knew next to nothing about him and really didn't care to learn anytime soon. Catwoman turned as the door closed, her eyes falling first upon the door itself, noting its location and the keypad, then on the man who'd closed it. She let out a low whistle, smirking. "Not bad looking, muscles. And here I thought the mask was so you didn't scare away the kiddies." A pause while she waited for his suggestion. Set the TITAN aside, she might take it? Did he mean drink the stuff or slam it into her body? Now it was Selina's turn to laugh. "Nice true, big guy, but I'm not about to poison myself with the drug that has Joker on his death bed. I'm certainly not going to let go of my best card. You'll have to do better than that." Bane stared at Catwoman; she recognized the staring and recognized the expression as well, having seen both before. The coy woman stretched then, letting her costume slide over her body, lifting her breasts teasingly, before lowering her arms and smirking at Bane. "Why not try plying me with alcohol next, muscles?" teased Catwoman. "Or are you one of those who goes straight to business. You know how kitties so love to play around a bit first."

So many things there deserved stealing, or at least admiring. Catwoman had to consistently resist her urges, reminding herself of what she'd come here for. Getting caught by surprise was a good way to wind up dead, or locked in a cell somewhere. So the thief instead refocused her attention on Bane, offering him that easy smile of hers. "That sounds like Batman's reasoning," she nearly purred. The whole mask thing, that is. She got it, to some degree. It was part of the reason she dressed up as a cat too, though she hadn't bothered with the whole mask thing in a while now. Still, felt weird hearing it from Bane. Catwoman strolled about till she found a seat comfortable enough to sit on. Once she did, assuming there was one, she'd slide into it as smoothly as possible, crossing her legs and facing up at Bane. He'd offered her wine in the meantime, and she seriously considered following him up on the offer. Sealed drinks were much harder to drug than opened ones. Still, she thought better of it; if he weren't drinking, than she probably shouldn't. That didn't stop her from glancing over and seriously considering it, especially as she saw what the year was on some of those bottles. "Would you prefer if I called you hulk?" asked Catwoman, her voice light and teasing, eyes sparkling with mischief. She never saw the point in all the silly codenames that everyone seemed to use. In fact, she barely used her own, just letting other people call her that (though it seemed like hardly anyone in Arkham didn't know that Catwoman was Selina Kyle; the nasty side effect of getting arrested on a semi-regular basis). "So what did you have in mind for our playtime?" she asked, wanting to move the conversation along. "Did you want me to go out and nip a little something for you? I'm sure you've noticed how easy it is for me to just slide on in to people's bases and get what I wanted." She was tactfully leaving off the "getting caught" detail, since that was hardly going to increase her bargaining power.

It was an awkward thing to watch even if Elena was a total stranger, as it is the Turks and the ex-members of Avalanche seems to have a strange kinship. Perhaps it's because they fought each other many times during the Meteor Crisis, whatever it is, Reno and Rude would often visit the 7th heaven despite having access to better, bigger bars close to the Shin Ra building or even inside it. At first the blonde thought it was a case of 'keep your friends close and your enemies even closer' but the way things have been going, Avalanche is more often than not their allies than their enemy. "Hi" She replied, trying to force a smile. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop, sorry about that" She looked around and noticed that there is no one else there yet but them, which is fine, she wasn't here to mingle. "Gimme a shot of Gin" Elena asked, sitting her shapely ass on the barstool. "Just got through a long day". A Turk's day is rarely without some kind of shady work, Elena was sent today to shoot a man in the kneecap for trying to screw the company in a software purchase. She was glad she didn't have to blow his brains out but Elena has never been one of the, as Reno aptly put it, 'Proffesionals'. She needed a drink in days like these. "What just happened between you and spiky head there.." She started, sipping her drink and feeling it wash down nicely. "..Is exactly why i only have casual sex, all the good parts and none of the Drama"

Tifa Lockheart made her way down the steps to the main room of her bar, 7th Heaven. Cloud was hot on her heels, saying something or another about how he would be gone for a few days doing deliveries; or so she assumed. She'd gotten to used to hearing this same account of words time and time again, though it never ceased to irritate her. They were together...at least she thought they were. They screwed, they lived together, they were taking care of Marlene together; what the fuck else did she have to do to keep him from being so damned cut off and emotionless when it came to her? She swore sometimes that he was just emotionally cut off from existing. "Yes, Cloud; how long do you plan to be gone this time?" She almost all but snapped out. She turned to face him, her hands on her hips in agitation. Cloud sighed and avoided looking at her. "Why do you get so mad?" "Because I -!" She made a noise and then poked him in the chest. "Look at me for once, damn you." He seemed reluctant but did as she demanded. "We have sex, Cloud. We live together. We might as well be together, or married; who the hell knows anymore! But can we pretend for one minute that you aren't trying to cover up your need to run by using made up excuses about work?" He almost appeared insulted. Almost. "Tifa I - " She tossed up her hands and shook her head. "Yes, finally, some emotion from you. Little too late; you know what? You want to go, just go!" Tifa knew she was being unfairly short with her spikey haired lover, but she had become increasingly frustrated with him over the last few months. His little disappearances hadn't helped either. He stared at her, for a very long moment, then nodded curtly. Cloud wasn't one for confrontation. He picked up his cell phone, his keys, and looked at her briefly before departing the bar, passing Elena who had, at some time during the argument, appeared in the door way. Tifa almost flushed at knowing the Turk had seen most of what had just happened. She cleared her throat, pushing back the anger and the tears. "Hey there, Elena. Long time no see!"

Elena laughed abit too loudly at the question. It sounded naive but perhaps it is how 'normal' people think. In the line of work she's in, 'Companionship' is a burden. It makes you soft, it creates that state of mind inside you where you put the chance to be with someone above getting the job done. Life as a Turk is sweet and Elena never thought that she wanted anything else other than the life she has now. "Companionship.." She said, looking into the glass as if the answer is inside the clear liquid. "We have each other, as Turks. We know that when the time comes, or when we need one another, the other Turks will be there for us" She gulped down the content of her glass in one go, reaching for the bottle and pouring more inside it."Which, to be honest Lockheart, is more than you can say about spiky head" She somewhat regrets what she said, but those were honest words and they were already spoken. "But at least the sex is good right? I mean Cloud is so strong, i bet he breaks you in half and in a good way, everytime you get between the sheets" Elena quickly added, trying to steer the conversation away from the more serious matters. "I bet that Buster Sword is not the only big thing he has"

Tifa moved to do as Elena asked of her, placing herself behind the bar; a glass was placed before the Turk and Tifa absently knocked the Gin bottle off the shelf into her hand, flipping it to pour some into the woman's glass. She placed the bottle down on the counter top and slid the glass toward her. "I'd comment, but I don't even know if what we have is a relationship," She shrugged her athletic, fighter's shoulders, and nodded. "It's never been...said, more implied than anything else." Her long legs carried her around the counter and she placed herself on the stool next to the blonde. "I bet you have stories, but don't you ever get lonely for more than just sex?" She asked her, mildly curious; Turks tended to be promiscuous, she knew. She wondered if that was just the way they were, or if there was more to them, if sex was all they wanted, or if they actually wanted companionship. Still...some of those Turks; she wondered if they'd been hired on looks alone.

"Oh do i" Elena smirked mischievously, like a giddy teenagers about to share dirt about a first date. She shifted on her chair, eager to share her stories to a friend. Unlike the men of the Turks, the women are not close-knit and does not talk about their sex lives with the men of the organization. Perhaps it's because there's so few of them and that they rarely meet, or it's a competitive thing where each girl tried to get the affection of their male partners. Reno definitely had his share of willing fuckbuddies. "Some of the turk guys are rather unpredictable" She started, pouring a glass for her new girlfriend. "Like Rude, you remember Rude right? Quiet guy, tall, bald, well built?" The Turk agent's lips twisted into a gleeful smile. "He's quite..lively in bed, kinky bastard..He's into bondage and costumes and..Well he's into aloot of things" She didn't stop there, one by one Elena dispensed the details of her sexual encounters with the Turks, some were memorable, some were funny and some were downright nasty. "I swear..After that night with Tseng, i never want to see another chocolate fountain" Elena laughed boisterously. "Oh and Reno...Mmmmmh, now There's a stud" She said, licking her lips. "I like it big, do you?" She asked before continuing.

Tifa had to catch herself and quickly at that. Cloud probably wouldn't want her spilling the details of their sex life, but what else did he give her besides that? Nothing, nothing at all. "Cloud...well, itisgood, I guess." She clucked her tongue absently and propped her elbows on the counter top of the bar. "He is very passionate or rough though. he isn't like you'd expect him to be," she added after a long moment of silence between them. She turned her gaze to the Turk, sweeping in to hopefully change the topic; Tifa really didn't want to talk about Cloud, not after he had pulled one of his disappearing acts on her again. It would serve to irritate the fighter's already agitated mindset. "What about you?" She asked then. "I bet you have some stories of our Turk friends," she chuckled softly, her brown eyes glinting.

"Huge, my dear, is about this big" Elena said, pushing a chilled glass onto Tifa's hand. It fits nicely in her grip, though the comparisson would probably have been nicer if Elena did not pick something so cold, it's hard to imagine a cock in your hand when it's cold as ice. Regardless, she picked it for it's girth. "Huge is when a man makes you feel helpless with the way he's stretching you" Her eyes strayed across the table, trying to find something else. "Reno is...Beyond that, the man is so well hung that i can barely describe him.." Her eyes suddenly stopped at a liquor bottle, and as she pushed it towards the Bartender, the Turk grinned slyly. "But i can give you a rough estimate." The bottle was not the biggest in the bar, not by a longshot but then again Elena wasn't comparing bottles, she was letting Tifa know how big the red haired turk is. Her finger wouldn't even be able to reach around the bottle, it seems almost impossible that a man can be that big. "Oh and trust me dear..He knows how to use it..Everytime he fucks me, i can't even stand up afterwards from all the mind blowing orgasm.." The turk is getting more and more flustered, the alcohol, the memory of Reno's manhood, it was all very arousing. She decided she'd pay Reno a visit tonight. "Amazing isn't it?..I bet you'd love to give it a go. Any sane woman would"

Tifa tried to keep her poker face on when Elena began to gush, especially about Rude; the fighter certainly hadn't been expectingthat. She took the glass into her hand and took a swing of it, enjoying the warming sensation as it burned down her throat to her gut. Her lips twitched, whether she liked it or not, and did her best to hide it behind an intrigued smirk. Some of the other stories just made her want to put her hands over her ears; she'd opened a Pandora's box by asking Elena about her stories, it seemed. She was never going to look at chocolate fountains the same ever again, that was for sure. The blonde ended up on Reno and Tifa suddenly found herself listening more intently than she had before. Hewasthe most attractive of the Turks, in her opinion. And she was mad at Cloud, so why not? She nodded and took a drink. "I do like it big; why? Is he huge or something?" she asked, and despite her nonchalant attitude, she was definitely listening.

"Why not?" Elena said with raised eyebrow "You like it big, he's gigantic, it all fits well..really well in fact" The turk chuckled like a dirty old man. "Come on, aren't you just a little curious? It's not like your 'boyfriend' is here for angry makeup sex, might as well find a man to take it out on" If only Tifa would turn around, she'd notice the redhead in question walking into a Bar, but Elena being the sly girl that she is distracted her, making the busty bartender focus on the bottle. "Think about it...What do you have to lose? Cloud can't break up with you because you're not really dating" The blonde started to reach for Tifa's hand, clasping around it and moving it up and down the bottle, making her stroke it the way she would a cock. "And this is Reno" She added "He's a fine man..now try and tell me you never once thought of spreading your legs for him?". Behind Tifa, Reno is smirking silently, somewhat amused by what's happening. He wasn't sure on the detail but he liked where it's going.

The fighter held the chilled glass in her hand for a moment and then quirked a brow. When Elena passed her the liquor bottle, her eyes widened substantially. There was no way way the red headed Turk could bethatbig...was there? She didn't doubt that Reno knew what he was doing, but her mind was considerably dialed in on the fact Elena had given her. To her shame, her's and Cloud's argument was almost instantaneously pushed to the back burner. Tifa's chocolate eyes watched the blonde girl's face become flushed, her eyes slightly hazy in appearance as she recalled her fun times with her fellow Turk. Despite not needing another glass of alcohol, Tifa's hand had never left that bottle. In actuality, her fingershadtightened around it. Swallowing, the poured another glass of the Gin and downed it so quickly she nearly choked on it. Her eyes found Elena and she stared for a very long moment, adjusting her stance on the stool as her words stroked curious fantasies in the fighter's mind. "There's no way..." she finally said, before shaking her head. "Did you guys bet on me or something? See how likely I'd be to believe this?" Much to her shame, Tifa was actually blushing. "Bet to see if I'd be so intrigued I'd hunt him down..." her voice trailed off when she realized her body had tingled at that thought. Well, fuck.

"Tifa and i can take care of our own business" Reno cut in, sitting next to Tifa. His suit was, as always disheveled, half tucked in and half hanging out in that trademark way of his. Some of the Turks joked that Reno isn't messy, he's making a fashion statement. His wild hair tied back in a ponytail, unlike the other team member who kept their hair neat. "Do you mind?" Reno asked Tifa, prying the liquor off her hands gently and drinking the content down straight from the bottle as if nothing embarassing just happened. Elena winked at the Bartender and stood up, walking out of the bar. "You're welcome" She whispered before dissapearing. The silence that followed was quite long, minutes after minutes passed with Reno downing the drink bit by bit, the seconds on the clock echoing through the bar. Only when he finished the content did the redhead turn towards the Bartender. "Tifa" He stared firmly into her eyes, his icy stare piercing through her defenses. "Close the Bar" He bluntly said, though he did not explain his words, his eyes announced his intention loud and clear. He wanted to fuck her, long and hard and he wants to do it over and over until one of them cannot continue. There was honest desire in his eyes, one that never appeared in Clouds cold distant eyes. "Close the bar" He repeated.

Tifa wasn't exactly the modest sort, of the sort of woman who'd blush when anything sexual was being spoken of. Hell, she was actually quite a woman in bed; being a fighter had that affect. Yet as Elena spoke of the red headed Turk that way, suggesting that she spread her legs for the man and wasshowingher via a liquor bottle how stroking him would feel...she flushed, oh boy did she flush red. Whether from embarrassment, or from the sudden wetness between her legs, she wasn't certain. Strangely enough, she didn't put her hand away. Least, not at first. She allowed Elena to stroke her hand up and down the bottle, her mind instantly following suit to imagine Reno's cock, and his face, his lithe frame; the shock that came along with the image of herself being pounded by the man, had her trembling. Which she was certain Elena could feel, so she pulled her hand away, her breasts heaving beneath her top as she tried to control her now thumping heart. "Elena, really...Reno and I..." strange how she couldn't finish that sentence, with either a denial or an acceptance. No, wait, just strange that she couldn't push out a denial. The hell was wrong with her.

The sound of his footstep came closer from behind, stopping as he stood there waiting for her to lock the door. Once the click of the lock was heard, Reno held Tifa by the waist, kissing and nibbling on her neck, making his way to her ears. As he suckled on her earlobes, a bulge pressed against the Bartender's ass, hinting at the truth of Elena's words. It's hard to tell with the pants still on but it was big indeed. "Do you know how often i fantasize about you, even as i fuck another woman?" He whispered, slowly unzipping her top and letting those divinely luscious breast of hers free. Reno handled them like they were the most precious thing in the world, fondling them skillfully, grabbing without squeezing and using his fingertips to toy with the nipples. "You're so beautiful..I wanted you from the moment i zapped you." He said, half joking about their first battle. Tifa's chin was turned aside, made to look at him and without any delay, Reno kissed her, showing more hunger in that one moment that Cloud did during all this time they were together. The redhead groaned, his tongue pushing in to dance with hers. Eventually, the kiss heated up even more and Reno turned her to face him, pinning her against a wall so he can make out with her more easily while he stripped his suit off, layer by layer until he stood topless in front of her, smirking mischevously, then, like a pouncing animal, he darted forward and claimed her tits, suckling wildly on her nipples.

When she heard his voice, she froze. Like, just stiffened up and nearly turned bright red; her eyes found Elena, even as Reno pried her frozen fingers off the bottle, and she realized that the blonde turk had known he was there. Oh, she was likely to seek her out for this mortifying moment later and kick that shapely ass of hers. She was never going to live this down. The silence seemed intense, as Tifa watched Reno down the rest of the bottle of Gin, Elena's words were repeating themselves in her mind. She nearly jumped when he said her name. Her chocolate eyes found him and stared back into his shockingly blue ones. His look made her tremble and suddenly the fighter felt almost defenseless, something she hadn't felt in a long time; right on the heels of that was desire. She couldn't deny that. Cloud...though they had sex, even a lot in standard terms, he had never looked at her like the Turk was looking at her now. "Reno..." before she could object, he repeated the words and suddenly, she didn't want to object. She swallowed thickly and rose, grabbing the keys from behind the bartop and walking across the room to lock the doors to 7th Heaven. God, was this really happening?

Reno felt his animal lust take over, his massive rod straining so hard against his pants that it's almost painful. He was lost in her tits, those heavenly globes that have captivated all men around her. It's one thing that everyone can agree on, Tifa has the best pair in all Midgar. If you ask any man in Avalanche to name a pair of tits they want wrapped around their cock, they would answer Tifa. Except maybe Cloud who would brood and sulk instead of answering the question. Cloud, how Reno hated the man. He's not even sure why, there was never any personal issues between the two of them. It was simply the alpha male mentality, he can't stand him because they were both simmilar, they were both strong leaders of their respective teams. "Fuck Cloud" Reno growled when Tifa mentioned the man. "If the man wants to keep chasing the ghost of a flatchested whore, you have all the right in the world to pursue other cocks in his absence..He won't know" For now, Reno added in his mind. Fucking a goddess like Tifa is sweet, fucking Cloud's 'girlfriend' is even sweeter, but the idea that he will one day flaunt it to his face is the sweetest of all. The turk grabbed her by her hair, and shoved his tongue inside her mouth again, trying to tear down her defenses. Meanwhile, his cock was finally taken out, and he guided Tifa's hands to it, showing her what he's offering her. The bottle was, as Elena said, a rough estimate. The real thing was slightly thicker and rock hard.

Tifa blushed and bit her lip when Reno's arms came around her waist, pulling her back against him to he could sample at her neck. She made a breathy noise, and angled her neck to give him better access. That arousal she had first felt at Elena's word came flooding back as she felt his cock against her ass, hinting at Elena's words being possible. His words had her trembling, his hands on her breasts almost heavelny, her nipples turning to stiff peaks as he toyed with them. She chuckled faintly at his words, biting her lip. He turned her chin, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment, before their lips met. His kiss...oh lord, his kiss. There was so much damn hunger in that kiss, so much more than she had ever felt. Her tongue dueled with his, sliding over it, touching it. It became so heated she wondered if she were even breathing. He turned her and pinned her to the wall, the fighter giving a long moan into the kiss as they came together like an inferno. When the kiss broke, she opened her eyes to see the man stripping of his suit, leaving his chest completely bare. Oh god, was that man hot. But she had always known that. He pounced on her, attacking her large breasts and licking at her nipples. She cried out and dropped her head back, shifting slightly at the sudden arousal and dampness between her legs. She couldn't help but arch her breasts into his attentions even as her dragged her nails over his back, just enough to leave faint red in their wake. "God, Reno!" She shuddered, then almost whimpered. "This isn't right, what about Cloud?"

Somehow, Reno's momentum was cut short the moment Tifa's hands wrapped around his monstrous cock. "Oh man.." He chuckled, clearly enjoying the attention she's giving it. "Cloud doesn't deserve such talented hands.." He told her, kissing her neck and biting hard, Reno wanted to leave a mark. "That's it girl..go harder..jerk it.." He whispered in her ear with that deep sexy voice. The cock was warm in her palm,twitching like a living being. As she moves her hand along it she'd feel the thick veins covering it, giving it a peculiar texture. The testicles were large and heavy, a sign that he is a fertile man with lots of cum to offer. Unlike Cloud's cock which is straight, Reno's rod curved upward powerfully, a quality that had Elena going crazy due to it's ability to hit her G-spot. Reno watched her give him a handjob, smirking and groaning every now and then to let her know when she does a good thing. "If your hand is this good...I can't wait to feel your mouth." He hinted.

For some reason or another, Reno's words had her shuddering with restrained desire; it was almost taboo, to be here, thrust against the door with the Turk lapping at her tits like they were the nectar of life. Damn, no shit, Reno knew what he was doing. The lingering thoughts of Cloud were stubborn, but they were no match for the skill seduction of the red headed Turk; who in their right mind who refuse him, anyway? She gasped as he gripped her by her hair, moaning loudly as he thrust his tongue between her parted lips to eat away at her resistance. She lost her train of thought, reeling from the onslaught of Reno's experiences and calculated attack on her senses. It was a moment later that she realized that the man had taken her hands and wrapped them around his now exposed cock. Her mind went blank. Oh fuck...Elenahadn'tbeen lying...if anything, the blonde Turk had been a little...under in her estimation. She swallowed, a whimper slipping into his mouth from her own as she shuddered, hands trembling slightly as they took hold of his magnificent cock and stroking it up and down,havingto use both of her hands. Yeah...Fuck Cloud.

Her hesistation brought him to the realization that Tifa never had a man as big as him. Reno was not dense, he knew he was better endowed than most men but he never made a big deal out of it. The fact that he might be a more hung man than his rival however, brought to him the simple macho bullshit satisfaction that all men secretly enjoyed. Her tongue made him shiver. Reaching down, he caressed her face gently and tilted her face up. She's lovely, there is no denying it. How a man can choose wandering around in search of whatever it is Cloud is searching for, over staying at home between her legs every single day is beyond the red headed Turk's comprehension. "Never had one like mine?" He asked, rubbing it in her face literally, constantly reminding her senses of how long and thick he is, trying to make her anticipate the unavoidable moment of penetration. Reno pushed the tip into her mouth, loudly moaning his pleasure. "Open up wider.." He told her, putting a hand on the back of her head and pulling her forward, slowly guiding her to swallow his length. It would be a challenge indeed but Reno is intent on getting a deepthroat from the busty bartender. "Slowly...Slowly babe.." He muttered, pulling more and more, stopping whenever she coughed or gagged. "Ah...That's it...Now...I'm all yours.."

His bite to her neck caused her to whimper a moan, almost dropping to her knees right there, her knees threatening to buckle. Her pale skin reddened, bruising slightly under his sharp teeth; a mark was what he wanted, and it was a mark indeed. There wasn't any way that Cloudwouldn'tsee it. Her hands stroked over his massive erection, touching it, feeling it, exploring every bit of it; even his sac was large, intimidating the fighter some. She could certainly seewhyElena was addicted...who wouldn't be. The thing was...beyond extraordinary...but how did Elena manage to evenwalkafter fucking this beast of a man? His hint had her licking her lips, her nipples hard and peaked atop her more than generous breasts at the thought. Her heart pumping wildly in response, she slid slowly to her knees and drew her tongue over the head of his cock. She swallowed; she could do this...she thought she could. She licked at the hole, then the edges of his head, before, while stroking with her fingers and hands, she lapped at his length with her tongue.

"Honestly? No," she mumbled, not exactly wanting to stroke his ego, but it was hard not to when she was holding such an impressive length in her hands. With his reassurance, she found that she was easing into a little easier than she a moment before, at least with her hesitation fading away. Her lips parted wider, like he encouraged, sliding over the massive head of his cock as he eased it into her mouth. His guiding helped some, but it was still hard, a challenge even for her - but if there was one thing Tifa didn't do was let any challenge get in her way. She braced her hands on his thighs and slowly continued to take him in, thankful he would stop each time she gagged; which, realistically, she did. There was no way she couldn'tnotgag on it. Tifa was determined, fighting the reflex to gag as she took him slowly into her throat; giving the Turk a deep throat best she could manage, but was still most likely better than most as she breathed through her nose to make it easier. She made a noise as she took nearly all of him in, the vibration from her throat tickling his shaft before she pulled free, coughing a moment, before she returned to do it all over again.

It was strange what compassion and concern for your other human beings could do to a person. He was by necessity an altruist, but something years ago had driven him to be this presence, this ever-vigilant eye over the city that sacrificed so many things, and in return, was met with anonymity. His social life, let alone schooling, had been put aside for pursuit of this: a dream that was fulfilled every night amidst the chaos, the guns, the wounds, the beatings. It was something he craved. That something brought him there that night. The scream was audible, even from the distance he was at. He landed on one of the nearby branches, the branch shifting with his difference in weight, threatening to snap. He leaped forward, using his agility to propel him further than a normal human could, being at the peak of human perfection, twisting and thrusting his right hand out in mid-air. It released a hook attached to high tensile-strength proportionate cable, usually used to tether him to a building and swing him, but at the moment capable of being a makeshift lasso. But he had faltered for a second too long. The man had been launched, the end that extended from the bracelet he wore striking into the ground, spreading apart as it was customized to do. Nevertheless he tugged at the planted cable and jerked himself forward, toward both women. He landed on his feet and came to stand, a head over six two. He was muscular, roughly two hundred and forty pounds of it. The spandex suit he wore was red and black by pattern and design, but was simplistic. He wore a mask that covered only his eyes and nose, a crimson color to match the suit. Attached to his lower back was a small crimson cloth that came to cover one of his legs to the knee and dangled behind him the same length. This hid his utility belt and devices he use regular. He retracted the cable into the bracelet and looked between them. How strange. He wasn't used to being beaten to the punch. He gave the woman who had been covered a soft smile, his auburn hair swept back and unkempt from traveling the city. He spoke to her, his voice kind, yet strong, "It's good to see you are safe ma'am. Make sure to thank this....citizen, for lack of a better word. Seems she beat me to the punch." He took another gander toward her.

Violetastood out on her balcony as she just couldn't stand the movements down below the royal sector of the planet. As the youngest daughter of seven children of the king much was expected of her. Her old brothers and sisters had conquered planets in hours yet she refused to do such things. She felt like forcing things on people was wrong. The religion of her people were of power is only taken not gained is not something she ever agrees with. While in truth she was one of the strongest of her people. Her power of flight, creation, movement with her mind and the ability to see into the future was something they had never seen at such an amount before. While her older brothers and sisters had one maybe two of her abilities no one other than her father had all and even there there was rumor how she could one day become stronger than him. Looking to the heavens seeing the two moons as they stayed in the sky she gave a sigh before looking back into her room. With one last look she flared her power around her and shot out of into the sky. Leaving the planet for good as she traveled to her hideaway. Only once there she entered her ship which would get her across the universe but then she would have to rely on her own power. Finally getting to a safe distance she left her ship once again setting off to find a planet she could hide away in. She really didn't know what she could do as she moved quickly she found earth. It was young and quite stunning in her mind as she went to where the moonless night was over the planet and landed. She moved through the skies trying to keep herself hidden. Only as she moved to land she saw what the people were wearing she quickly created clothes that covered her black outfit and her purple tribal tattoos. Even the one that was on her face disappeared as she moved out onto the street. She wasn't sure what this place was like as she kept moving through everything taking it all in and within a week she had figured out the English language in New York and even created herself a name got a job at a cafe. Originally she made herself money to get an apartment she was quiet happy with how things were going so far. Her now long black hair with the streaks of purple shined in the moonlight as she walked through the new york park she heard screams. Her eyes suddenly glazed over in purple as she saw a woman being thrown down. As her eyes returned to her human green eyes she moved quickly her clothes changing as she took off in the sky a trail of purple star dust behind her as she moved to the men picking on up and throwing him away. "What do you think your doing" she asked as she created a blanket and coat for the woman to cover herself with. She really couldn't believe this.

Like that the woman had left him to tend to the denizen of the city she had saved. He made sure she was focused and not privy to shock before he left her. He raised his left hand as he came to rest upon a ledge on a rooftop, pushing in the transceiver and signaling to the person on the other end he wished to talk, "Hijack a satellite. There was a strange person earlier. Seemingly advanced strength, flight capable. Could be something to contend with, even with her seemingly good hearted nature." The person responded, "Well naturally a thermal scan should show a difference, but there was something else. Some kind of dust emitted as she took off into the sky. See if you can track it. I want to talk to this person." He traveled from one rooftop to the next, waiting on the reply. Then the bone in his ear vibrated, signaling it was time to receive the call. With a quick application of pressure, the person on the other end fed him directions to the woman. He moved more quickly than he had before until he saw her sitting on the edge of a tower. He laid a hand on one of the edges of the rooftop he was on and a blast from the gauntlet, one of concentrated sound, propelled him into the air. With a flourish and a twist, the cable extended and caught the tower. He jerked it inward and used the momentum and velocity to swing up to the roof. He surpassed the height of the edge by a few feet, coming to land squarely on his feet, ten or so feet from her. He was sure by now she had heard him. He retracted the cable and began walking toward her, "Who are you? What you did for that woman was heroic, but it seems like you didn't really have those intentions. What are you intentions, actually?"

Violeta looked over as she saw a man touch down after what looked to be a gentle swing on a cable of some type. She didn't really think much of it yet as she noticed the outfit and how it was different than what she had seen before she was a little uneasy with him. She slowly started to raise off the ground a gentle glow of purple surrounded her. Her mind searched for the right words to use, as she reached the words she gave a soft smile towards the two. "They are in your hands now" she said as she took to the skies. She didn't know what had come over her when she had came to help but this really wasn't something she was use to. While she had always wanted to help she wasn't sure if this was the way. So far her taking over the cafe and giving people jobs seemed to be good yet it left her feeling that she wasn't doing enough for the planet that unknowingly took her in. As she got away from the scene she came to the top of a tower and touched down on the slanted roof going to stand over the gargoyles on the sides. She liked the city as she saw many goods things about it yet as she saw the dangers she still wondered if maybe she should be doing more. Giving a sigh she sat down hanging her legs over the edge of the building as she tried to think this through.