Charlotte was relieved to hear Dagonet’s voice. She didn’t know anything about the shift in plans and the way it sounded it was time to go.
Opening the door Charlotte flung her arms around his neck. “They are getting more powerful by the day,” she said indicating to the two kids.
In the distance there was an explosion but there was no fire to go with it.
Mordria watched him walk away before she returned to those that had more information. The mutants that worked in the worse jobs and were hardly noticed. While they seemed fun loving and cute because they didn't want to fight, didn't mean that they weren't prepared to go the lengths that they needed to to be safe.
Meanwhile Charlotte was still holed up in the room upstairs with the kids. The kids were each using their powers as they saw fit which made her not want to go outside of her room.
Seth had put his bags into the car the night before and been up since the crack of dawn.
"Can we go already?" he asked his mom impatiently. He was beyond excited to get to the island. The last couple of days had seemed endless. Now the time was finally here and he was stuck waiting on his idiot brother who, for some reason, hadn't packed the night before. Red was upstairs with him now getting it done, "So what if Richie is short on socks it'll teach his dumb ass to prepare better."
Today wasn't a particularly special day. Her family was out looking to buy slaves. Some for the house, some for the games, and some for entertainment. It wasn't an odd occurrence. Violet had been to dozens of them with her mother and father. The only unique thing that was happening today was that her father said she could choose some slaves of her own.
Unfortunately for her father, he didn't specify which type of slaves she was permitted to purchase.
The market was bustling with shouting people trying to sell the slaves they had. Each vendor having all sorts of slaves. From wereshifters to low level magic users.
As they looked Violet wandered away from her parents, her servant scurrying behind her as she came upon a man selling wereshifters trained for the gladiators games. She looked over each one, not considering to purchase anything yet.
Charlotte had been stolen from an orphanage when she was small by a man, a young man, soon after her parents and sister were brutally murdered. She still didn't even know the man that took her from the orphanage was the same man that had killed her family. The man himself was cruel and expected a lot of Charlotte. He took a special pleasure in making her hurt.
Fortunately the mousey woman had a small sanctuary to go to. It was an archaic book shop with books that dated back centuries but the owner didn't seem to mind that she came in just to read as she couldn't afford any of the books in the shop.
That day she walked in with a sling and a black eye, not uncommon for the mousey woman. "Arkasel?" she called out as the bell echoed in the shop.
The skies were overcast and flickering with lightning as he rode for the city. Despite a sense of urgency that left him wanting to push the horse harder, Dag forced himself to maintain nothing more than a canter knowing he needed to preserve the horse's endurance for later. He already had miles on the threat at his back. An army that size couldn't travel nearly as fast as a lone horse and rider.
Rain was just beginning to fall as Gallows carried his rider through the gates. Dag slowed the animal to a brisk trot as they cut further into the city. It had been many years since he'd set foot there. The streets seemed both familiar and entirely different.
Dag didn't remark on that for long, though. He was narrow mindedly focused on his goal as his horse approached the keep's courtyard.
As Gallows slowed, Dag swung easily from the saddle. A stable boy trotted forward to take the reigns, but he only shook his head once, "Go fetch your master," he ordered instead, "tell him Marcianus has come for payment."
Alice was chasing a vampire. She jumped between buildings before she rolled and fired at it clipping it in the shoulder. As she jumped to the next building the creature hissed at her turning to face her. "You'll never keep me dead."
"I guess that's just a matter of opinion," she said as she held out her pistol to fire. As she lifted up the weapon there was a shout and both of them looked up as a man with a cloth parachute came tumbling into Alice dragging her across the ground before he tumbled into the roof. Once she was able to wrestle away the vampire as gone and she sneered angrily and went toward the man struggling with their parachute. She wrapped him up in it more, wrapping her arm around his neck. "Who the fuck sent you?"
Alice and her family, aka Damian and Derek as her parents had died a few years prior, had taken up residence in a werewolf camp for the night. They knew it was dangerous but they had been doing it for every full moon for 3 years. Alice had just turned eighteen and tonight was supposed to be a hell of a full moon, unfortunately it would be hell on earth as a rowdy pack of werewolves came in.
The noise from them was nearly thunderous as they went out and started to strip down for the full moon to go out. The three Gregory's would look to their werewolf friends. "Stay safe tonight."
There were deterrents setup for the Gregory's themselves so they figured they would be safe. Unfortunately, they would end up chased into the woods. Their friends would find them. Derek dead, Damian bitten and Alice simply covered in blood.
Mordria stood in front of the crowd directly in front of the first Union center in Phoenix. Why they chose Phoenix to be the fourth Union center in the united states? She had no idea. She thought the place was terrible and it didn't help that she was assisgned to stay here and oversee it for at least the next six months.
It almost felt like a punishment.
Mordria still smiled and did her speech, she cut the ribbon and then the after party with liquor was amazing... what she could remember of it at least.
Shoes in hand, Mordria stumbled as she ran into the nearest wall as she walked toward what she was pretty sure was her hotel. Then again, everything looked the same.
Violet didn't move to get off of him, instead she kissed him again. Eventually he got the hint and slid his hands around her ass and lifted them both up. She wrapped her legs around him, hiking her dress up higher to keep it from tearing.