"[Don't move!]" shouted the apparent leader of the eight heavily-armed guards surrounding Axel, guns pointed and fingers on triggers. "[Keep your hands where I can see them!]"
True to orders, Axel didn't move, keeping his gloved (and blood-spattered) hands aloft. He didn't even move to wipe the splash of blood off his cheek, though the dark red was clashing with his hair.
"[He was armed a minute ago, Captain. I know it,]" offered one of the guards, exceedingly anxious about this tall, too-thin man with the unlikely hair and the all-too-comfortable demeanor for one caught and surrounded while unarmed - this man who had until a few moments ago been slicing through their numbers like a deadly dervish.
"[Then find where he stashed his weapons!]" roared the captain. "[Hell, search him too, and make sure he hasn't gotten anything else hidden up those sleeves.]" One of the guards moved immediately to obey, searching the prisoner with efficient, practiced movements. The captain wasn't in the best of moods; he had been getting only radio silence from too many of his squads around the building for the last ten minutes. And while information was scarce, what he had heard about the other departments was causing a sick, angry knot to form in his stomach.
A call came from down the hall. "[Sir!]" A guard, clearly shaken, came to a winded halt before his captain. "[Sir, the labs. All of them are out. Most of the tech's been fried and- and the technicians, sir... well, them too.]"
"[What about Admin?]"
"[No one's heard from Lambert's group for the past-]"
"[Hey! What is this?]" The surprised voice of the guard searching the prisoner made the captain and the newly-arrived guard turn to see what had been found.
A cat?
The searcher gingerly pulled the remarkably clean, white cat from the pocket of the prisoner's bloodied black coat, like some horrible parody of a magician pulling a rabbit from a top hat. Anger surging, the captain stepped forward, opening his mouth to ask the prisoner what kind of stupid, sick joke he thought he was playing-
-just in time to see the cat fix its bright green gaze on the guard that held it. The cat was growing, impossibly, its lower jaw dislocating as it opened its mouth and lunged forward with the speed and motion of a snake striking, closing its jaws on the guard's neck with a sickening crunch as the sharp, ivory teeth met in the middle.
The guards could only stare in horror, and that's why, by the time they noticed the fiery chakrams that had manifested in the prisoner's hands, it was already too late for them.
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"[Don't move!]" shouted the apparent leader of the eight heavily-armed guards surrounding Axel, guns pointed and fingers on triggers. "[Keep your hands where I can see them!]"
True to orders, Axel didn't move, keeping his gloved (and blood-spattered) hands aloft. He didn't even move to wipe the splash of blood off his cheek, though the dark red was clashing with his hair.
"[He was armed a minute ago, Captain. I know it,]" offered one of the guards, exceedingly anxious about this tall, too-thin man with the unlikely hair and the all-too-comfortable demeanor for one caught and surrounded while unarmed - this man who had until a few moments ago been slicing through their numbers like a deadly dervish.
"[Then find where he stashed his weapons!]" roared the captain. "[Hell, search him too, and make sure he hasn't gotten anything else hidden up those sleeves.]" One of the guards moved immediately to obey, searching the prisoner with efficient, practiced movements. The captain wasn't in the best of moods; he had been getting only radio silence from too many of his squads around the building for the last ten minutes. And while information was scarce, what he had heard about the other departments was causing a sick, angry knot to form in his stomach.
A call came from down the hall. "[Sir!]" A guard, clearly shaken, came to a winded halt before his captain. "[Sir, the labs. All of them are out. Most of the tech's been fried and- and the technicians, sir... well, them too.]"
"[What about Admin?]"
"[No one's heard from Lambert's group for the past-]"
"[Hey! What is this?]" The surprised voice of the guard searching the prisoner made the captain and the newly-arrived guard turn to see what had been found.
A cat?
The searcher gingerly pulled the remarkably clean, white cat from the pocket of the prisoner's bloodied black coat, like some horrible parody of a magician pulling a rabbit from a top hat. Anger surging, the captain stepped forward, opening his mouth to ask the prisoner what kind of stupid, sick joke he thought he was playing-
-just in time to see the cat fix its bright green gaze on the guard that held it. The cat was growing, impossibly, its lower jaw dislocating as it opened its mouth and lunged forward with the speed and motion of a snake striking, closing its jaws on the guard's neck with a sickening crunch as the sharp, ivory teeth met in the middle.
The guards could only stare in horror, and that's why, by the time they noticed the fiery chakrams that had manifested in the prisoner's hands, it was already too late for them.