Sozo meets Claude

Claude Beauchamp:   “Finally.”
Claude lowered his shoulders in relief. “Each sample is organised” It had taken
Claude a solid week to organise all of his new poisons and vials after
returning from his trip to France. “Now, wherefore…urhk..”
Claude doubled over violently. “Curses…I hath forgotten to…” Claude fell to his
knees. He had run out of blood bags part way though his trip and, after getting
so lost in his organisation, had forgotten to hunt when he had returned. He
brought a shaky hand to his face. Animal blood wouldn’t cut it; he knew it was
already to late but he could try. He just had to be fast. He couldn’t use his
superhuman abilities being this weak. He would just have to hope that no one
would be up this late at night. Gathering himself up off the floor Claude
opened his door praying no one would accidentally come across his path, lest
they be eaten.
Catt
Hatter:  *Despite it having been a long day, Sozo was too restless
to sleep. Night was one of the few times he felt comfortable moving about the halls.
With no one awake in sight, he could breathe easy in the normally bustling
hall. His red and brown eyes traced potential paths through the hall and around
the display cases. Taking a deep breath, he charged at one of the pillars that
stretched all the way to the ceiling. Without pause he planted his feet one in
front of the other and ran up the support as far as he could before losing the
momentum. His hands slapped down on the third story banister and he hauled
himself over. Only the third floor, he needed to do more training.
Just before he was about to take off running again, he heard a door open on the
far side of the hall. He ducked behind the pillar and carefully snuck a peek at
the source. It was a blond boy in rather old style clothes, he looked like he
was about to be sick. Sozo quietly pulled his head back behind the pillar and
hoped he hadn't been noticed.*
Claude Beauchamp:  *Claude
dashed out of his room in a panic to get out of the society. He stumbled down
the hall clutching himself in pain. He just reached the top of the stairs when
he picked up on something in the room. He could feel a presence but he could
not sense exactly where, at any other time he would have been able to pinpoint
its location. His senses were naturally heightened to make him the perfect
killer but in his weak state he could only feel someone watching him. He hoped
whatever it was that it did not have blood*
Catt
Hatter:  *Sozo held his breath behind the pillar. Why had the boy
stopped? Had he seen him? Sozo really hoped not, he didn't want to talk to
anyone.
His heart began to beat harder as stress and a lack of breathing began to
deplete his body's oxygen reserves.
Just go away! He thought, blood beginning to pound in his
slightly pointed ears as the moment dragged on.*
== Obtained From ==
A Dark Night in London
Category:Side Story
Category:Introduction Stories
Category:It's Raining Ice Cream and Body Parts