So You Want To Learn How to Kill People? Lesson 1

[Lienn~]

Lienn smiled, content in her conversation with Darien, Excel, and the other nice boy who she hadn't been officially introduced to yet (Xeryth), when the monster of a teacher appeared with a small puppy and...bit into it?!? and splattering the entire class with its blood. All the color drained out of Lienn's face, all calm composure gone, looking completely horrified. Was this, was he a man?, insane!?!?!? She looked down at her white dress, feeling sick as she looked at the red splattered on white. She sat frozen in her spot, watching the monster of a teacher, Der Mesherererglgkjhg, rant on and on, the walls shaking with his voice. But no, it wasn't from his voice, the room wa actually moving!! Down! Possibly to Hell, as the Der Monstermeizer declared.

If possible, Lienn grew even paler when the man told them they were going to each be fighting monster people, or something, and that they would have to kill them! This was a class to LEARN how to kill, wasn't he supposed to go over some techniques or something first? She felt Excel holding onto her arm tighter, and a spur of her caring instinct sparked again. Oh my, if she was frightened, she couldn't even begin to fathom how Excel felt. The girl let go as she went after the light bullet that went through the floor, chasing after the light. Lienn leapt forward, catching Excel by the arm, her voice urgent but strained soothing.

"Excel! You do not need that light, we have our own...n'ayez pas peur."

She sounded more sure than she felt. But she inwardly promised that she wouldn't let anything happen to her new friend Excel, or Darien, or the other kind boy if she can help it. The Der Monstermeiser was trying to split them up, terrify them, and make them fail, but she wasn't going to let that happen. Not for one second. Her inner strength surged as her stubborn will took hold, but it didn't help return the color to the girls frightened cheeks, she doubted she'd return to her normal flushed hue until this was all over.

"Le ciel m'aident..." Heaven help me..

She whispered, staring at the windows as what the teacher declared as Hell came into view..

[Phae]

Phae looked at the small blonde girl holding Jonathan's hand. Truthfully, she was happy Jonathan had found someone he deserved someone. And she was rather cute. She waited patiently for an answer when the girl pulled out a note pad that said her name. Ahhh, easy way to meet when neither of you speak apparently. Phae almost chuckled thinking about how the one most silent person she had ever met, Jonathan, had indeed found a attraction to a innocent..Madelyn apparently, who didn't speak as well. But she could see there was something between them when they exchanged looks and she couldn't have been happier.

"Great to meet..." she was cut off as the teacher decided to finally make his belated appearance.

By God the man.. er beast..er whatever was huge! Her eye brows shot up as she watched his every move. The cutest small puppy in his hand made her relax. It seemed that though the man was very imposing and very scary himself he must have a soft heart. And the cute puppy in his arms only took some of the edge away from the large professor. Well.. she just hoped not to be groped while passed out during this class. Mmm yeah that would be...

OH MY GOD! She gasped and took a step back as the man took a chunk out of the puppy literally eating it alive. Her hand found Onira's hand and clasped it tightly. Not tight enough to hurt just enough to tell him she was scared and needing her big brother at the moment. The puppies cry resonating in her mind as her eyes remained transfixed. That laugh. It filled the room seeming to echo off the walls in her mind as she pressed up against Onira. The only person in here she could really trust like this. Jonathan would need to take care of Madelyn and she wouldn't burden him and Onira.. well he was stuck with her apparently. She could only watch in complete horror as the images would forever be burned in her mind. Her fingers they entertwined with Onira's. The puppy.. oh my blessed God the puppy. She cringed by Onira putting her head on his shoulder as she could no longer look as tears leaked down her eyes after seeing the French students sprayed with the blood of a dying puppy. She luckily didn't see the boy (Mayon) getting the balloon of blood as she had her eyes clenched tightly hiding herself by Onira. On Onira almost. She hoped he didn't mind and chances are he wouldn't. He was always there for her and this would be no different she assumed.

The.. maniac began to speak and suddenly she wished she was anything but German. Not that it really mattered but she knew she wouldn't eat for a weak and it was debateable if meat would ever be on the menu again. Slowly she turned again but her hand still clutched Onira's. She listened she didn't want to but it wasn't like she had much of a choice in the matter. God why had she signed that damned waiver. Note to self: NO MORE WAIVERS!!! She looked to Onira for support once again now wishing Junpei had signed up for the class. She needed something Gods how she wanted to run. Was she the only one scared out of her mind? Probably not but damn it was like she couldn't move anyway. She was stuck in place. Her head shot back forward her eyes wide.. *gulp* MAKE US KILL!!! Oh holy mother, please forgive me.

Then they were obviously going to hell. She looked back at Onira and bit her lower lip a habit she didn't do too often she knew of all the people in this room Onira knew her best. This was definatly going badly. If they weren't already in hell then she wasn't sure she wanted to see what hell really looked like. She backed up her body against Onira. She was scared. Yes, Phae was very very very scared. BAM! His poleaxe hit the floor and the building began to move. Oh God! What was going to happen now?

"Onira.." she whispered as the building continued to move down.

The bullet the one some boy in a mantle had placed to give them some light went out falling .. falling down. Oh Dear Lord what lay down there. The rain of blood continued from above but now it was more like a drizzle than the droplets from earlier and the smell was even more intense. She used her free hand to cover her nose but the stench would not be stopped. Her head shot up when he said they were living and moving. She almost fainted.. what.. what was moving? This was going to be the worst class of her life. At this rate she would never sign up for another class in her life. Leaving the academy all together was sounding like a very good option at this rate. Did they not screen the damn teachers before they let them in? Her eyes widened again when he called her and Jonathan out for being German. What did they smell different? She turned to look at Jonathan and swallowed nodding to him. His hand over Madelyn's face covering her eyes. Well at least she was being spared some of the nightmare. Thank any higher power for Jonathan.

The floor stopped moving and she listened as the crazy man began to talk again. Oh geez! Oh.. no! They were really going to have to kill. She almost fainted again. The smell getting to her stomach she was thanking God once more that she still never had much of an appetite after her hospital stay and had decided against eating this morning. *gulp* One.. one hundred.. people. True live.. people. Her knees went weak as she leaned against Onira for a moment before taking a deep breath and standing again. She wasn't weak .. she could be strong. Tears leaked from her sapphire eyes down her white cheeks as she stood strong once more her hand however never left Onira's. She knew it would later he needed them to cast his magic. But right now she needed him.

The poor French girl (Excel) was going to have nightmares for the rest of her life after that beast came out of his.. pants? Oh Dear Mother of God what in Heavens name was going on in here. She stuck close to Onira. She didn't know where else to go. She was scared. Scared to death. Five minutes!! She swallowed hard and gave Onira a tight hug letting go of his hand it was only thirty seconds or so but she needed it. Phae was a very physical person and right now her big brother was what she neeeded. Taking a deep breath with tears still rolling down her cheeks as she turned staying close to Onira she drew her sword.

"Inferno!" she called and the mana crossed the blade the metal erupting in flames that moved around it. This would be her first spell other could come later but this would work for now. Sword mage she was and she was ready to fight. Kill.. no. Fight.. yes!

[madelyn]

There are times in life when one regrets making decisions. Good or bad it could go either way. It all depended on fate and it depended on the kind of chance you were taking. Now, when most students of any kind of school decide to sign up for a class no matter how forbodding the title is you think.. hey I'm safe right? Well the blonde, Madelyn standing the blonde falling down upon her as she held the hand of the only man that had every heard her speak. This was one of those choices that she would love to take back at this moment. Luckily at least for her Jonathan was there for her. She knew he was trained and she knew he was smart anything he told her she would head and take as advice. When he told her to stand guard her eyes never ceased to move every so often doing a circuit around the lit portion of the room.

But nothing could have prepared the young blonde girl for the ... thing? that seemed to appear out of the darkness. His patched clothing, his weapon they all exuded danger and finess. Yet the puppy seemed to confuse her. Her brows furrowed for a moment. Why was such a large man would be carrying a puppy. Madelyn thought back to the class title and she looked back at the man for a moment before Jonathan covered her eyes and the next thing she knew the puppy was screaming and yelping in pain. Her hand grabbed Jonathans tightly now probably hurting him but she was scared as the tears rolled down her cheeks mingling with the blood that was now dripping from her face to her clothing. She moved burrowing her face her eyes shut tight into Jonathan's chest just having to hear.. but no.. no she wouldn't hear she began to humm. Because humming wouldn't cast a spell but it would help her concentrate on something other than the sounds coming from behind her.

Her humming.. it filled her ears as she tried not to listen her body trembling in fear as she stayed close to Jonathan never moving just humming waiting.. for what she didn't know but somehow she knew the puppy wasn't the worst. Her humming was however cut off when her eyes shot open at the mention of hell. Wait.. there was a more horrid hell than the current one? She burrowed into Jonathan deeper. Yes she was being a coward. But when you spend eight years being beaten and abused and then finally get a reprieve the last thing you needed was a crazed teacher on a 'lets go to hell' rampage. She shook more trembling against the love of her life afraid.. so afraid as the floor began to move and the shower of blood began to dye her hair red. She felt so dirty. She could no longer hum she could only stand there listening to the sick sadistic thing speak. Trembling. Ever trembling. Her eyes opened wide as she looked up at Jonathan.. what is alive? they asked... what is moving? Oh God she really didn't want to know did she. But then he told her. Not Jonathan no... he would have spared her. It was him. That sick man ... thing behind her the one she refused to look at 100.. real people. Trembling.. shaking.

She didn't know who got threatened to be raped but she sure didn't want it to be her. Sobs racked her body silently as her fear took hold. She hadn't been this afraid since she had gotten to leave her uncle. So cry she did and she didn't care what anyone thought. She wasn't a fighter. She was a support mage and when the man yelled five minutes she knew she had to pull herself together. Jonathan would need her. They all might need her. She pulled away and wiped away her tears when he kealt down she got onto his shoulders and quickly assembled her flute. She was ready to play and ready to sing. She was ready to support those that would be fighting. Those that would have to kill. She leant down for a moment and tucked Jonathan's hair behind his ears to get it out of his face while he shot. She kissed his temple lightly and leaned down into his ear.

"I.. love.. love you Jonathan. Be safe. I will...help you.. if I .. can." she whispered in his ear so only he could hear. Another kiss on his temple and she was ready.

[Xeryth Varson]

Like a long, slow buildup to the crescendo, the teacher finally made his appearance. Large, imposing, frightening, and quite literally oozing nothing but malice and destruction from his persona, Der Metzgermeister brought forth his first implement of horror: A tiny little puppy dog.

Before his appearance, however, Xeryth's personal group of people was joined by yet another French-speaking person, who introduced himself as Darian Dumonte. He, Excel, and the other girl (Lienn) began conversing in French, leaving Xeryth rather alone, even though he was right there next to them. However, Xeryth had no trouble understanding them, simply by closing his eyes. Entering Mind's Eye View, Xeryth simply focused on a form of his more passive mind-reading skill, instead of broadly feeling emotions and base intentions as the ability usually pertained, Xeryth sharpened it to understand spoken intentions specifically. This helped Xeryth to understand the whole of the words spoken, if not the actual literal translation. He smiled a bit to himself, pleased with his trick. He hadn't known he could do that beforehand, the thought simply occured to him, and, on a whim, he tested it out.

Thankfully, since he wasn't technically reading their minds, none would feel his presence there.

Before too long, however, the light faded, both metaphorically and literally, as Der Metzgermeister made his grandest appearance. Xeryth's eyes went wide, his former composure beginning to slip as the man brought out a puppy. Unlike all others there, Xeryth had the ability to feel the man's emotions and intentions. Thus, when everyone recoiled and shock, horror, and surprise as aptly named 'Butcher' bit into a living, breathing puppy dog, causing it to scream and cry in anguish and pain, Xeryth had been looking on in horror since the puppy was brought out. The sheer madness in the intent, however, had been enough to force Xeryth to silence, rendering him incapable of warning those near him.

The blood, however, happened too suddenly and too quickly for even Xeryth to pick up on. Splatter.

He found himself, as well as the rest of his French-speaking compatriots, stained with stinking red life-force, the last liquid remains of a poor dying puppy dog. Xeryth could only grimace and shake his head. He no longer had any idea what to think for this class. The teacher was truly insane, giving little to no thought to his actions. Not only would be impossible to read, he was unstable enough to make that a truly dangerous thing, indeed.

The man soon laid out his conditions, setting out what Xeryth deemed a relatively drastic shift in events. He bit his lip in worry, taking in the words of the giant before him.

We're not learning... we're being forced to kill...? But... how? Why? Who?

The chilling prospect forced a long, low breath from Xeryth, and he looked about at all the students who had joined him in this class. There were quite a few of them there... but would they all be leaving? If Der Metzgermeister truly intended for them to kill, then... they would have to be killing each other, right? Xeryth's questioned would be answered as the entire building began to sink.

And we descend deeper into the depths... of Hell...?

The group sank, sank, and continued to sink, Xeryth beginning to feel the paralyzing fear of nearly all those present. Shaking it off, Xeryth did his best to block the general influx of emotions roiling off of the students, deciding, for now, to focus his passive ability upon one person only: The Giant of a German standing before him, his poleaxe imbedded into the ground.

It wasn't long before the building-turned-express elevator to hell hit the ground floor, and an angry banging, clamoring sound was heard from another door that had suddenly appeared. Quickly, Xeryth focused himself on the direction of the door, and a shockwave of negative emotions hit him, with enough force and fervor behind them to almost knock the poor boy over. Quickly blocking that group of emotions out as well, Xeryth concentrated again on what was suddenly becoming the task at hand. By this time, however, all of Xeryth's shock, fear, and surprise had been taken from him, leaving him feeling slightly empty. This man, in the course of only a few moments, had already left most of the room reduced to a blubbering pile of worry and fear. Playing on their emotions, he had put nearly all of them at a definite disadvantage. Xeryth, meanwhile, who had spent so much time back at D-13 learning how to not let emotions cloud your judgment and your psychic abilities, simply felt emotionally tired.

It was as if his heart had run three marathons in a row. He simply could no longer muster forth the emotional energy to feel anything when Der Metzgermeister finally unveiled to the students his master plan: Forcing them to fight and slay one hundred possibly armed human beings. Of course, he didn't need to feel anything, the rest of the class did all the feeling for him. Having experienced that could easily drain a person emotionally. However, even Xeryth felt a sudden twinge of amazement when Der Metzgermeister revealed his particular plan, not to mention his private parts, for one Excel Esprit.

The young psychic's eyes flew open, in shock, worry, and-

Wait.

Focusing deeper, Xeryth noticed something about his words. They... they seemed to ring hollow in his mind, as if they carried no weight. Xeryth's eyes narrowed and his face scrunched up as he tried to decipher the truth behind Der Metzgermeister's words.

It's as if... there is none. No truth at all. Could he be... faking it?

Xeryth shook his head, unsure if the man was bluffing or not. He knew that the man's words felt strangely to him, but he also knew one very important thing: This was NOT the type of bluff you tried to call someone on. If Xeryth was wrong, Excel, a friend of his, would be put into considerable danger. And Xeryth could not abide by that. The mere thought drained all those last vestiges of fear, both his own and everyone else's, from his body.

Xeryth's dull blue eyes seemed to get a little colder, and he barely noticed Excel faint beside him.

Five minutes to prepare, eh? I won't even need that much.

Immediately, Xeryth stepped forward, making the first actual move of any of the students. Others drew weapons, some mentally prepared themselves, and one little rather unharried boy simply put on a pair of black leather gloves. Xeryth, however, his cold blue eyes set and empty, walked up to face the door, standing a good seven feet from it. Telekinetically, he pulled the sleeve of his right arm up, rolling back to hold it in place above his elbow. His gold-and-black bracer was revealed to the world once more, the strange armor-like item that some had seen before, always upon his arm.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and focused a sudden signal to the bracer. A foot and a half long blade of what could only be pure psionic energy burst forth from the bracer, about as wide as Xeryth's arm.

The PME. Psionic Manifestation Emitter. The only piece of D-13 Xeryth took when he left, aside from his own name. The high-tech device operated on the psychic energy constantly emanating from any person with psychic prowess, harnessing it and manifesting it into a form that was not only visible, but harmful, as well. With it, Xeryth could cut through nearly anything with the sheer energy produced. This would be the second time ever Xeryth had ignited the blade, the only other time being against the genetically created monster of the Dantet Nahrak. Another long, low breath escaped the young boy's lips.

"If they are to come, Butcher... let them come. Perhaps, before this is over, you may share your title."

The voice came from Xeryth, but it seemed not his own. It was stronger, more full of confidence, and even a shade deeper than usual. If one had ever spoken to the boy through telepathy, the voice they'd heard in their head would match up to the voice they were hearing in their ears perfectly.

It was as if Xeryth's mind had finally stepped up to take control of Xeryth's body. And these men who had to be killed would find out the hardest.

[Shea]

Tucking a locke of her raven colored hair behind her pale pierced ear she let her pale green eyes scanned the room taking in all the students. Darian began speaking in french to two girls and one young blonde boy.

Mayon it seemed was alone against the wall and the group next to her seemed the most interesting. You on one hand had the perky redhead who was hyper and about as happy a person as she had ever seen in her life. Her name was Phae apparently. Then you had the white headed boy that showed no emotion what so ever. He seemed so cold and distant but her eyebrow rose when he took the young blonde girls hand in his own showing brief emotion for her alone. Ahh..girlfriend. Shea smiled at them they were cute in a way. The girl herself it seemed didn't speak at all. She pulled a notebook out and though Shea couldn't read what it said the redhead seemed to understand. How.. interesting. However Shea did not introduce herself. No, she was just staying quiet against the wall.

Her attention now drawn away from the threesome and to the middle of the room where the ugliest ..thing known to man came out of the darkness with a puppy?! Shea's dark brow rose as she stayed leaning against the wall watching.

She let her eyes fall to the floor as she listened until suddenly her head shot up. Eat!? He's not... HOLY MOTHER! She watched in utter horror her eyes wide as she watched him take a bite out of the puppy and watched him spray the blood all over the french group. She swallowed hard and looked around seeing everyone's reactions. Everyone except the little blonde boy seemed to be as shocked as she. The white haired boy holding his hand over his girlfriends eyes.

She took another deep breath trying to calm her racing heart down wondering just how fast her dancer legs could carry her to the door and out back into the happy sunshine where she could just faint and wake up repressing this memory for all eternity. But no no.. lets get it worse shall we? Oh yes of course why ever not. Her hand went over her mouth as her eyes widened when Mayon got covered in the blood. Shea's stomach turned and she turned her back to everyone losing her lunch. Everything she had eaten was now gone as she leaned against the wall trying not to let anymore go.

Breathe... breathe..in .. out...

The Beast.. yes there was no other word she could think to call him began to speak. And she began to tremble. Shea wasn't a girl that cried a lot and right now was no different. No she trembled right now shaking visibly as she listened to his plans for the class. She swallowed hard. She couldn't kill. There was no way. The man was nuts. Who the hell hires these people!?

With a smack of his pole into the floor the blood that had been dripping began to drizzle and she closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again. The building began to move and now Shea was moving as well. Pushing herself off the wall she moved to Darian fear in her eyes as she took his hand her own shaking in his grasp.

Her grasp on his hand would only get tighter as they finally landed it seemed and The Beast began to talk again. Beyond was a door and from his speech there were 100 people. She couldn't kill. Not people. Not innocent people he kidnapped no matter if they were criminals or not. She looked over at Darian she didn't care that he had blood on him not at all.

"Fight together?" she asked hopeful. She knew that if he knew her at all he would know that she had very few fight spells and was mostly a support mage. But she would do what she could to help and to fight. He would also know that she was unable to kill. Her kind nature prevented it really.

Five minutes. She couldn't be ready in five years muchless five minutes. She looked over at Darian again. Her green eyes deep with fear.

[The Helper]

The Music of Destruction

"TIME'S UP... Time to die..." He said, snapping his fingers. But the question was... who was going to die? The whole room reveberated, the head statue at the top of the door suddenly wailing out, a woman's voice, the six drumming statues.. coming to live, playing their drums, evil magicks at work. An unearthly host of screams filled everywhere, swirling all around the Arcane Academy students, Der Metzgermeister just laughing at them.. the rhythm of battle, the rhythm of war... he'd fill them to the brim, fill them till their battlelust could no longer be sated... The Song of Rage, the song of destruction. Twisted evil spirits filled Der Metzgermeister's eyes, as suddenly, with a huge heave, he jumped, up until he was at the third level of the sunken building, an amazing feat, an amazing height.. seventy-four feet, perhaps. But then, this was his lair. And here.. he controlled all. Wists of black winds rushed up before the group. What appeared before them.. a vast translucent group of people. All dead. Some with arms missing, some with battle armor that was only worn from centuries ago, some, a millenia ago, all battle-worn, all glaring at them, with strange smiles on their faces, staring at them, hungrily. But.. they all faltered before the sudden gaze that seemed to penetrate through all of it. Blood began to drip down the walls, as the walls turned to flesh, eyeballs opening up in various places from the wall, looking at all of them, a hungry sound coming from below, as what appeared to be giant teeth had its tongue begin to scrape along the bottome of the grated floor. This whole place... was a demon!? And then... with a nod, the foreboding looking spectres turned at them, their mouths spitting ectoplasmic spit into the air, as they all chanted:

[shadow=black,left,300][glow=black,2,300]"YA!" "YA!" "YA!" "YA!" "YA!" "YA!" "YA!"

"YA!" "YA!" "YA!" "YA!" "YA!" "YA!" "YA!"

"YA!" "YA!" "YA!" "YA!" "YA!" "YA!" "YA!"

"YA!" "YA!" "YA!" "YA!" "YA!" "YA!" "YA!"

"YA!" "YA!" "YA!" "YA!" "YA!" "YA!" "YA!"

"YA!" "YA!" "YA!" "YA!" "YA!" "YA!" "YA!"[/glow][/shadow]

Their voices, their voices, echoing, screaming through the building, unable to tell where they began, where they started, or where it all ended, all that had died in past battles, rushing into the group, running past them, leaving the chills of their ghostly residue. A darkish red aura beginning to emenate from Der Metzgermeister as he looked at the Arcane Academy students, the room suddenly devoid... the drums, the drums, the drums, they continued to play, echoing into their hearts, the desire for battle in every beat. The desire for blood, the desire for...

Etheral music played...

Theme Music:
Zerstören (Destroy)- from the Album Rosenrot
By Rammstein

English Translation

Meine Sachen will ich pflegen

Der Metzgermeister pulled on a chain... the drops of blood stopped. And then, chunks of flesh came, the blood coming thicker, his voice carrying on, never stopping for a moment,

Den Rest in Schutt und Asche legen

One man at the ceiling, held up by several chains in different ways across his body screamed, and then died, his left arm falling off, down, down, down to the ground, with a splatter, next to Phae.

Zerreißen zerschmeißen

... So much blood...

Zerdrücken zerpflücken

... Bloody flesh falling onto the grated floor, seeping into it...

Ich geh am Gartenzaun entlang

Wieder spür ich diesen Drang

An eerie loud breath taken in, from up above. He... he was enjoying this..!!!

Ich muss zerstören!!!

The ghosts came back out to play, swarming around in the sky, flying through all the bodies, shrieking, shrieking, shrieking in their unearthly voices..

[shadow=black,left,300][glow=black,2,300]"YA!" "YA!" "YA!"[/glow][/shadow]

Doch es darf nicht mir gehören

Ich muss zerstören!!!

Again, Der Metzgermeister screamed at th em.. but they wailed back.

Doch es darf nicht mir gehören....

NEIN!!!!!

Body parts began to fall from the ceiling, falling all around them, the blood, the blood, quickening in its drops, as the metal door emenated, and the shouts of desperate men suddenly roared through! Der Metzgermeister pulled tighter on the chains that cut through all the once living beings, that cut them all simeltaneously when he pulled on the chain. This was about to become a bloodbath. He looked at Xeryth, a strange grin, fury in his eyes. Wants to become a butcher himself, eh?... Let's see how they all did then...

* * * * * * * ...In The Masses... * * * * * * *

Not one single one was unkempt in some way. Some were cleaner then others, others were so bad as to be holding their own limbs in a desperate fighting stance. Scars and some bitemarks could be seen. Had some tried to eat one another? Quite a few had on some medieval-looking armor, with swords, warhammers and other things. Some were just armed with planks of wood, or other miscellaneious things. "Get them! Get them! Its them or us! Them or us!!" rang out one who was rather strong looking, large muscles upon himself. "ATTACK, JUST LIKE WE PLANNED!!" As a sudden group came rushing out, armed with knives, guns, anything quick, anything light, the leader revving up, pulling out his weapon.. a bloody chainsaw. "KILL THEM QUICK, KILL THEM FAST!"

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The Fight Turns Intimate

OOC: Some of this is God-modded for the sake of storyline. Forgive me.

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Excel:

A boy, eager, a boy, desperate, rushing towards the group, past the Pscyhic, suddenly stopped, as he eyed a girl, his eyes quivering, taking a step back. "... No... thi-this can't be. EXCEL!?" "GET OUTTA THE WAY KID, IF YOU CAN'T KILL HER, I WILL..." came another voice behind him, a dirty look man, with an axe in both hands, stopping right in front of her, using his momentum, in a low-swinging axe swing, when he stopped, and fell forward, a knife in his neck. From behind, the boy looked at Excel. "... Oh my God..." Tears were on his eyes, as he rushed forward, dirty, bloody, hugging her suddenly. ".. Do you remember me, Excel? It's Tod, Tod Stonmeir!" he said, hugging her so closely to him. He couldn't believe it...

As to who this dirty looking boy was, with his right-short sleeved white shirt dirty with mud and blood.. surely, this was a strange reunification. A young boy, perhaps the same age as excel, with puppy-blue eyes, brown hair, and a rather adorable smile.. whenever he was smiling, that was. From up top, Der Metzgermeister smiled. Just as he planned... some of these bastards knew his ... 'students'. How ironic.

Lienn:

Randomly, a man without any weapons at all, his foot-long boner bulging out of his pants, walked up to Lienn. "You've got nice breasts. Can I rape you?" He suddenly began to drool, both hands going onto her chest, salivating, his eyes going up into his head, as he moved in, putting his hands on her but, thrusting himself onto her, dry humping her, his desperation at its greatest, moaning over her, enjoying himself thouroughly, forgetting that you need to INSERT yourself into a woman in order to rape someone. Thirty-eight years in maximum security will do that to you.

Xeryth:

Immediatly as the charge began, someone began to shoot into the crowd, suddenly jumping next to Xeryth. ".. My, my... how strange. It's been a while, Xeryth.." said the unkempt man, as he checked. An extra clip, and seven shots left. Sighing, he smiled. "... Well, I'm certainly not gonna sit around and watch the guy I freed die, now am I? I'm not gonnna be the hypocryite now.." He smiled.. but he knew how ironic this was.. and what his fate was going to be. Der Metzgermeister noticed this as well. Was he a mind reader? Damn... how'd he let a magical one into his prisoners? Well... this made things interesting. The 'leader' who he gave the chainsaw to was getting very pissed, he noticed, as many of his lads died, and others were betrayed, before they were even attacked. How delightful... war always was one to include so much deception.

A tired looking bald man, with a prisoner's vest on. The D-13 gave him up delightfully, after he was recaptured, when they learned of Der Metzgermeister's class for him. But, already, so full of fighting against authority, he even turned on the man who was trying to save him. The man kept consistent to character, that was for certain. Der Metzgermeister smiled, amused to himself, as he licked off the retina of the lamb's eyeball, from one of the hanging carcasses. Popping it in, he gave a little crunch on it. A crunch. Good... such delightful little treats. The demon building was enjoying the pouring bloodbath from atop... some bugs crawling through the grounds, tearing apart those who had already fallen to those who were traiterous. The young boy holding excel, standing over excel, suddenly pushed her back, looking in horror at these bugs, as they tore apart the body of his former comrade, crying into her shoulder for what he'd done.

Robert:

An unkempt person, with gray hair that jetted out towards both sides at the back of his relatively bald head slowly approached him, hungrily, short, insignificant. To know that he was a dead man was one. To know that he'd helped care for this man was another. HE HAD SHELTERED THIS BOY... and just because he was non-magical and wanted to see what it was like to be magical, he was imprisoned.. he'd only sacrificed a student. Was this so wrong? "YOU, FILTHY BOY..." his hands tightening around his plank of wood, as he swang his plank of wood, not enough to kill, not enough to incapacitate, but to knock him over. His hands, he rushed down to the boy's pants.. straightening him up. ".. YoU SHALL BE MY BI-- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-----" as he pulled down his own trowsers, just barely thrusting it into the crack of Robert's ass, as his life began to drain out of him, and he fell back, lifeless... his dried up penis having snapped off, left in the only revealed part of Robert's slightly exposed ass..

Phae:

Mr. Guttenberg felt bad. He always felt bad. But... his family... Der Metzgermeister captured them all, apparently, from their prisons, beat them all, and yet, gave them a chance to freedom. About a hundred of them, versus some magical kids. Magical. Somehow.. he didn't like those odds. But Patricia was waiting, had been waiting for him, so patiently. So much regret.. but what could he do? The crops had failed, and there was no money to be found on the land.. only the people. Taking a flick at his moustache with his left hand, he rushed over, among the first assigned to try and strike. He wanted to go home. But.. he fell short, fell to a walk, fell to a stop, falling to his knees, before the red-head, his knive still in his hands. "... I remember you! Your face... My God, my child, you've grown up to become so beautiful, just like your mother. You've got her eyes... what was it.. Ph-Phae! Yes, Phaedra!... And you have your father's hair.." he bowed his head, as the mobs around him garnered closer and closer, cautious of the magical students and their abilities... "... And we're supposed to kill you youngin's!? Hah!... hahaha... this is... this is such a cruel joke. Dammit...." as he whirled around, facing the mob, his knife bared. "... DAMN this twist of fate!!" He backed up, to the left side of Phae. [color=maroon".. Forgive me... I have sinned."[/color] ... But how would he get back to his home, his family? He was fighting alongside an enemy, her father's kin.. the daughter of whom he was indebted to the father for their health-care and generosity. He could almost laugh. Tears fell.

Der Metz Germeister looked around.. bored. Spotting a rather huge cow carcass, he grinned, looking down at the red-headed german, and the person who had apparently taken up room aside her. My, my... so many traiterous bugs. And yet, they were still all going to die. Heaving up his poleaxe.. he suddenly struck through the cow, cutting through the chains, as all the flesh, blood, bones came raining from the ceiling, all at once, bits and pieces of blood-rusted metal, falling before the sky, so many dead, falling from the sky, crashing around all over them. Zerstören! The monster below them roared in delight, its bugs claiming the flesh, through the thin holes. Guttenberg pushed Phae out of the way, as he held her up then, holding his knife in a fighting pose. ".. Are you alright, Miss Weiss?" as the desperate prisoners began to falter before the massive blood of rain. He weathered it off as if it were nothing. He was protecting someone, now.

Onira:

"I am the Eggman! OOOhh. I am the Walrus! Coo-coo-kachoo coo-coo-kachoo! I'm flying..." said the hippy man as he waltzed up to Riekana, holding up two slabs of wood which were his 'weapons'. He just began dancing around Onira, apparently suffering from too large of a withdrawl to even understand he was supposed to kill him. He went behind Onira, beginning to give him a backrub. ".. Feel the love, brother... make love, not war!" as he laughed to himself, beginning to dance around even more. No one approached Onira from then on. .. It was too.. freaky. And no one really hard the heart to tell him 'get the fuck away from him', as he was all but a dead man. But.. he seemed harmless enough. He strode up, as a huge lug of a fellow decided to take some courage, and swung his broken glass bottle at him, but the hippy, stopped him, with a wave of his hand.[/color] ".. Come now, brother... there's no need for that." .. Too scared of the hippy, the man backed away.. He'd been among the only amusing people in the whole metal box, except for perhaps a few of the more psychotic of them, he was.. almost too cool to kill. Der Metzgermeister slapped his hand into his face. He wanted to kill that hippy... soooo much. He gripped his poleaxe more tightly, as the blood fall began to fall more. The tongue beneath the surface licked at it, hungrily, leaving everyone with the feeling of a tongue having just slid under them.

Madelyn:

A particularly plump man with a red-purplish face walked around, in a wife-beater, seeing this treason, firing a few shots in the air. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!? KILL THEM, DAMMIT.." he screamed at the traitors. But his eyes dropped. Was that.. was that...!? "LITTLE WENCH, YOU'RE TRYING TO FIGHT ME, EH!? SHOULD'VE LEFT YOU TO DIE WHEN I WOUNDED YOU..." he cried out, realizing who it was, as he charged at Madelyn.. little bitch... little bitch! Keeping him from living his life, will she!? And who the hell was this bastard?! They could both die!! He swung back his cleaver, aiming a chop at her neck, raising his pistol, trying to aim to shoot the white-haired German in the head.

Winters:

The chop to her neck was stopped by a resolute thwack to the back of Madelyn's Uncle's head. A black man, with a dog tag stood there, staring at Winters. "Corporal Winters, Sir!" he cried out, saluting, folding up his piece of wood by his shoulders, as if it were his gun. "It's Private Smith Jacobs.. I was caught stealing rations, and killed a man sir.. I'm sorry to disgrace you. But what the hell are you doing here, sir!? he said, questioningly, as the fat man beside him began to recover.

Shea:

".. Well... you've turned absolutely beautiful, my dear." said a rather fit man, a piece of wood in his right hand. ".. Shea.. do you remember me? I was your Ballet instructor... Mr. Guard.. my.. you have filled out so well since I last saw you... can I touch you?" he said, unblinkingly, an eerie sound to his voice, his torn up man-ballet suit seeming to eck closer and closer to her, suddenly, raising up the plank of wood and smacking her across the face. He jumped on top of her, his hand, going down to her legs, pulling on the skirt, and tearing away at it, revealing the final barrier. His eyes goaded over, as he began to salivate over her legs. ".. My, my... how delicious you've become..." he said, as his fingers went to the top of her black panties, his left hand suddenly pulling out his 'crown jewels'. "..I didn't just teach you girls to become limber for no reason... let's see how well you've kept your 'figure', shall we?" he said, as he slowly began moving his finger to move aside the barrier..

Darian:

".. My Lord... how wonderful to see you in such terms.." came out a haggard looking swordsmen. There was a patch over his left eye. ".. Do you remember me, young man? I was your butler... Godfried. Oh... I have waited for this moment, sir.. I have waited... HAVE AT THEE" as he lunged at the young man. Stopping the blade at a inch's width, suddenly turning it around, cutting down two people who were charging to the side of Darian. [brown=color]"... I daresay we should clean up these ruffians. I am indebted to your family, even if I did steal from them.. this shall be my atonement![/color] as he turned around, sweeping his rapier before him, slicing at the shins of two charging prisoners. Left hand behind his back, right hand raised, he indeed looked as though he had some fencing skills. He backed up, slapping Darian on the cheek. A strange smile on his face. ".. I'll cover you my Lord."

Mayon:

A strange looking man sped up, past, behind Mayon. He looked like a teacher, winking towards him. "Remember me? I was your second grade teacher.. Mr. Rogers." Mayon. My, how he'd grown up. His muscles built up, his eyes, so determined... so sexy. Putting up his knife, defending for Mayon, he slid behind him again, smiling. "... Sorry to deceive you." as suddenly, his pants burst open, and he rammed himself into the pants area, engulfing it in the cloth, but knowing he was violating his former student. Putting a knife to his neck, he smiled. ".. Sorry, but.. I always did like you. You always looked as though you had a tight ass. Why do you think second grade was such a breeze, you dumbass? Now... slide down your pants, so we can both enjoy this, before I have to kill you.." he said... he became so hard... oh God, he wanted him now! He thought he could feel flesh.. he smiled evilly, his yellowish eyes gleaming. ".. Hello neighbor... auwuwauwauwauwa..."

[The Helper]

OBJECTIVES:
-STAY ALIVE
-KILL ALL OPPOSING FORCES

NOTES:
-EVERY 5 PEOPLE KILLED IS 1 EXPIANCE POINT. UP TO FIVE EXPERIANCE POINTS TOTAL.
-YOU WILL BE GRADED ON HOW WELL YOU REACT TO THE POST AND HOW ACCURATELY ACCURATELY.
-87 PRISONERS LEFT

TURNCOAT PRISONERS:

-Tod Stonmeir:

Weapon: Knife

Str: 15
Dex: 25
End: 10
Int: 10
Wis: 10

Crimes: Killed a man.

Notes: Was always one to watch Excel from a distance, as she would usually walk in the graveyard. Developed a very large crush on her, but, never managed to manage a word with her, or approach her. A few days before Excel went to Arcane Academy, Tod was walking with his younger brother Ryan, to the candy shop with their weekly allowance. A man from a nearby alley jumped the little brother, breaking his neck, stabbing a knife into his head repeatedly. Tragically, they had come across their town's psychopath, who had been on the run for weeks, killing people at random, but always managing to escape. Infuriated, Tod reached for the knife, startling the killer, and slashed at his face, and went to his throat, slashing repeatedly at his face. It became so severe that the pscyhopath's face became unrecognizable. Everything that seemed worst-case scenario for him seemed to happen to him, from then on, his father disowning him, being sent to Juvenile Hall, until, one day, a crazy looking German broke in, and kidnapped him.. he's been stuck here, ever since, always wishing he could've said good-bye to that little girl he always had a crush on.

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-Aaron Henly, formerly A.K.A. "Mindtrap":

Weapon: Pistol, Clip

Magical Abilities: Mind Read, Control

Str: 20
Dex: 15
End: 20
Int: 20
Wis: 20
Ene: 40

Crimes: Led the Mind's Exiles, was arrested by the D-13 Military. Sentenced to death for treason.

Notes: Having lead the Mind's Exiles, being a former D-13 member, he fought back against the 'evil's' that the D-13 was using on people who would've led rather ordinary lives, other then their psychic advantages. Not much is known about him. Is a skilled fighter, an ace with a gun, and psychic himself. Very cunning, but a man of honor.

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-Mr. Guttenberg:

Weapon: Knife


Str: 25
Dex: 7
End: 21
Int: 17
Wis: 19

Notes: Gave Phae a candy when she was little, when he could still afford to have her father as a doctor. A farmer, he turned to a mugger's life, when his crops stopped yielding profit, and he couldn't even feed his own family. It's a life that he's ashamed about, but, one that he turned to, in desperation. He looked at welfare as terrible.. and therefore tried to steal only from those who were corrupt. His skills were not as good, however, as the child-raised mugger... and thus, he was caught. He admired the Weiss family, for their eternal kindness. Has a heart of gold, really, and knows what honor truly is.

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-... "Hippy Man":

Weapon: .. He seems to have discarded it.

Notes: ... I don't see a point in him having stats. You either kill him, or keep him there to ward people away from you. HE'S A HIPPY.

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-Private Smith Jacobs:

Weapons: Wooden Plank

Str: 14
Dex: 15
End: 23
Int: 15
Wis: 17

Notes: Not much is known about him, but, apparently, he stole rations and killed a man. Has shown signs of definite remorse. A typical good guy/confused guy.

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-Godfried:

Weapon: Rapier

Str: 20
Dex: 30
End: 10
Int: 25
Wis: 27

Notes: He's a butler loyal to the Dumonte's. A 'butler'. Therefore, he's a badass. 'Nuff said.

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TURNCOAT PRISONERS:

-Prisoner Leader:

Weapon: Chainsaw

Str: 40
Dex: 15
End: 60
Int: 25
Wis: 25

Notes: .. He's just a mostly pumped up muscle head. But, he knows how to wield a chainsaw--- Woop! Friendly fire!

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-Madelyn's Uncle:

Weapon: Pistol, Butcher's Cleaver

Str: 27
Dex: 7
End: 11
Int: 15
Wis: 13

Notes: The abusive, alcoholic uncle of Madelyn. He is the one who has scarred Madelyn so many times with a whip on her back, cut open Madelyn at her side, and continously abused her. He taught her.. mostly when he was sober, but in general, he was an ass, sober or not. No quarter should be given for him, he wants to be free, and he'll kill you to do it.

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-One of Robert's Caretakers:

Notes: ... It doesn't matter anymore. He's dead. Oh, and the tip of his dick is stuck in Robert's crack.

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-Mr. Guard:

Weapons: Dropped the plank of wood, hands, 'Man-Gizmo'

Str: 25
Dex: 25
End: 30
Int: 20
Wis: 15

Notes: This sick, sex-monster has been training little girls in ballet for a long time. Not just to teach them, but to make them limber, where he would normally intoxicate them, and rape their unconcious body, having them awaken in the practice room, pretending as if nothing's wrong. Shea was a long-time target of his, but, he never got the chance to, and disappeared, as the police arrested him, as he was raping one of her classmates. As to whether or not Shea knew about this is unknown, as this was two years after she had left her ballet lessons. As a ballet teacher, he's very agile, but, since he's trying to rape Shea, he's very vulnerable right now, and can be killed easily.

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-Mr. Rogers:

Weapons: 'Man-Gizmo'

Str: 15
Dex: 15
End: 20
Int: 25
Wis: 15

Notes: He's a sick man-pervert who touches little boys. Literally. Michael Jackson, except, he didn't turn white, as he already was to begin with. He favored Mayon, back in second grade, but didn't get a chance to rape him, as he left too quickly, after the final bell rang. Two years later, and seven rape cases later, he was finally convicted, and sent to jail. A few months ago.. Der Metzgermeister picked him up. As he's currently in the process of trying to penetrate Mayon's ass, he's very vulnerable right now, and can be killed easily.

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-Random Rapist:

Weapons: None

Notes: He doesn't deserve any stats. If you don't kill him... I swear to God, he's such an easy kill...

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Prisoners Left:
83

POST ORDER:
Excel
Helper
Lienn
Helper
Xeryth
Helper
Robert
Helper
Phae
Helper
Onira
Helper
Madelyn
Helper
Winters
Helper
Shea
Helper
Darian
Helper
Mayon
Helper

[Excel Esprit]

Excel's hand twitched lightly, slowly going over to the long pole of a weapon and her fingers curling as she grasped it lightly then strengthened her grip on it. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, a blurry vision for a bit before she brought her free hand over to rub them both. Where was she? What had happened?
The small girl slowly rose up so she was sitting up instead of laying on the floor. As if on cue, Der Metzgermeister's voice and words rung out as he informed them all their time was up.

'Ah oui! Je me suis évanouie...' (Oh right! I fell unconcious...) Excel thought, tucking her legs in closer to her while she supported her upper body with her hand which grasped the weapon of hers. Her other hand was brought up to her face, her teeth lightly biting on her index finger. It was time....Time to fight...Time...to kill. Excel's worried eyes changed to determined however her heart pounded with worry, completely contridicting the act she had put up.

The room was shaking, and if Excel had stood up, she'd have fallen right back down either by the loss of balance or from the shock. She bit harder on her finger as she listened to all the frightening sounds whimpering softly to herself.

Soon enough, she heard them all yell out. Yell out to come and kill them all. With that heard, Excel brought up her hand and grasped the pole with her other one too, squeezing it tightly. She'd be forced to do something she'd never wanted to experiance. Kill. Other then the fact that if she died, she'd kill everyone seeing as what Der Metzgermeister said, she wasn't afraid of getting killed. Even if she was young, Excel had done everything she had ever hoped of doing, and so she could die in peace.
But, not today. Today, all the non-magical people were the ones to die, and she would have to do her best.

Soon enough she saw someone come to her, someone rather young like herself (Which she thought was quite odd). He knew her name! Excel squinting her eyes a bit as she took a good look at him. She pushed herself up from the floor, seeing as sitting around would just make her vulnerable. The pole was held firmly in her left hand alone now, easily surpassing her height with an extra 9-10 inches. She was taken aback a little since he seemed to know her, and was caught completely off guard. Her eyes quickly shifted towards the other man who yelled out, gasping a little as her eyes snapped open. She leaned back a little, bracing for impact but was shocked as it was stopped and the man keeled over. Behind him she saw the boy again and shook her head. "Mer-" she started but was cut off by him.

~".. Do you remember me, Excel? It's Tod, Tod Stonmeir!" ~ he said before being pulled into an embrace. 'T-Tod?' she thought. 'Who is...that?'
She thougt back when she was back home, she had seen him watching her once in a while but never really paid any mind to it. Her eyes widened as she nodded. "Oh my, yes!" she exclaimed. "I do, I do remember you. From back home..."

Excel made a slight face as she looked at his attire, all dirty and stuff. She wasn't worried, however, about her outfit since...it was covered in blood thanks to Mr. Butcher after the puppy incident. She patted him on the back, her eyes watching out for any approaching enemies. So far, no problem.

Her eyes looked over towards the people she was with moments ago. Lienn with some pervert, Darian with some man with a rapier and Xeryth with...someone she sensed magical energy from. 'Son esprit...je le sens dans son esprit comme pour tous les autre étudiant magique ici...' (His spirit...I can feel it in his spirit like for all the other magical students here...') she thought. Were these people not supposed to be human?

She felt herself be pushed by Tod, her eyes widening in confusion as why he did that, before eyeing the corpse being eaten up by bugs and closing her eyes softly. That was just gross. Absolutely gross. She looked at Tod as he cried on her shoulder, Excel frowning softly and standing still, keeping her guard up. Suddenly however, Excel's eyes became wide, her mind blanking out and images soon being played like a personaly theater. No...her hand on Tod's shirt, being his posession was bringing her through one of those moments where she'd see their past or future...
She saw it happen. The murder of his brother and what he had done to the murderer after.

As gasped and moved her hand away from Tod's back, bringing it up to her forehead and she blinked. So...this is why he was with all these convicts? It all made sense now...
But now, she couldn't stay and comfort Tod. He could stick around her, but she had a class to pass. She slowly pushed away from him and grasped her weapon with both hands and nodded towards him with a soft smile that soon after disappeared...
"Je suis prête!...Enfin...je crois..." (I am ready!...At least...I think I am...) she whispered softly.

[The Helper]

Puppy Love

"Bien, je vous couvrirai !" (Alright, I'll cover you!) said the boy, smiling. My... she'd grown up a bit, hadn't she? His face, turning to look at the masses, and then looking back at her. A smile on his face.. it'd been a while since he heard their language being spoken. Too long. But, now was not the time to reminiscience. Now.. was the time to fight! Whirling around, he soon caught onto several, no, five of his former comrades rushing at them, one with a wooden plank, one with a sword, two with shields, and one with.. his arm!? "KILL THE TRAITORS!!" which the five replied to with their battle roars.. one, swinging his wooden plank, Tod ducking down quickly, jumping up, his knife coming up with him, up into the man's right elbow, gashing into it, quickly pulling it out, just in time to see a shield man bash him in the side, knocking him back a bit, as a swordsmen lunged forward at him, stabbing him in his left shoulders.. "Ga--garck..!" He could feel the cold steel, crushing into his shoulder's bones, tearing into his already dirty clothes. It would lead to an infection, and would cause permanent damage. Blood drops trickled down the sword's blade, Tod pulling back, the nerves in his shoulder, not all severed, so that his right arm was still functional, but he would be in immense pain, as though he were hit with a cannonball.

Quickly, he dropped his knife, his left hand catching it, backing away from the blade, making him cry out in pain, as he rose back up, tears in his eyes, biting back at the pain, as he slashed at the air in front of the sword-wielding prisoner, who's own anticipating led him right into the knife, severing his nose horizontally, Tod watching in horror, as blood spurted from it, and the man fell back, just as Tod could feel the blood trickling down his arm.. he was panting, heavily, a fierce look in his eyes. So many memories.. so many good things.. Excel! Why don't I have the courage to tell you, even now, how I feel!?

The prisoners stepped back from him.. was he a demon? Such a fiery look in his eyes; he wouldn't let them pass, without killing them, or until he died.. the emotions, the emotions that he felt. He'd killed his brother's murderer, so, he was still paying for his sins. He'd redeem himself... by protecting... her...

"EXCEL...!"

As he rushed into the shield man, taking the poor prisoner by suprise with his amazing speed, plunging his knife into his heart.. this is the name he called out. For this name.. he would protect it.

[Lienn~]

Lienn screamed as limbs began to fall from the ceiling all about them. This was too much, why in the world did she think she could do this? She was weak. Weak. The monsters were going to come and they were going to kill her and why? Because she wanted to play the hero. ‘Find her strength and become a better person.’ She had no doubt that this class wasn’t going to make her a better person. It was going to get her killed. Killed by dead people, how ironic. She covered her face with her hands, trying to drown out the sounds of the dead, and the Der Monstermeiser’s booming, terrible voice. But something beside her made her look up. It was the silver haired boy (Xeryth), he seemed to be facing the Der Monstermeiser, a look of determination on his face. She seemed to be holding a glowing blade as well, something she hadn’t noticed him carrying when he first entered. Had he called it forward? Most likely, as it seemed to be composed purely of energy and not of metal at all.

"If they are to come, Butcher... let them come. Perhaps, before this is over, you may share your title."

His sense of courage among this sea of fear was like a breath of fresh air. Clenching her hands into fists, she glared at the gargantuan German man, taking in big gulps of air to clear her mind. Maybe she could do this afterall. If not win valiantly, at least survive. Then before she knew it, the room was swarming with ravenous dead people. Out of the bunch came a nasty grinning rapist who simply offered a raspy comment about her breast before he flung himself on her, his dead icky hands groping her all over. And just like that, her new sense of strength shattered. At first she screamed, beating at him with her fists frantically, tears of anguish streaming down her cheeks. Tears caused by the undead man, the terrible excuse of a class, her own weakness. Overwhelmed by fear, she ceased fighting, clutching her arms in an X over her chest and closing her eyes tightly. She wanted to disappear. It was like a bad horror movie, or a nightmare...burrowing into her mind and magnifying itself to a hundred times is magnitude. If she could just wake up... wake up, wake up, wake up! But she couldn’t wake up. She wasn’t sleeping. She let out another scream, collapsing into a fetal position a few feet off the ground, a dome of air forming itself around her and propelling outward with such velocity and force that the revolting demon man was thrown back against the wall.

“AAARRRGHHHHGH!!”

She screamed, lucid eyes flashing black with anger. Raising her hands so they were parallel to the ground, she began levitating empty desks and hurling them at him with a throwing movement. The gigantic amount of unleashed fury-driven telekinetic power buffeting about her like a windstorm, tossing her pale tresses about.

“DON’T...YOU...EVER...TOUCH...ME...”

She shrieked, hurling a desk at him with each word. Next, she summoned her dagger from her left shi holster to her hand, advancing on the pile of desks against the wall. With and sweep of her hand, she sent the entire pile flying to the side, consequently in the direction of the maniacal teacher, but she was too preoccupied with the task at hand to notice. With another violent sweep of her hand, the dead guys revolting protuberance snapped painfully from its base (ouch). Yay castration ^_^.

“Oops, did you need that?”

She asked almost innocently, but the malice dripped from her voice like poison. She dove at the unburied pervert, bracing her left arm across his collarbone, her knee in his gut and her dagger at his throat.

“I didn’t think so.”

If it had been a real person, she would have left it at that, issuing a warning of defeat, but this guy was dead for one, and two, he had violated her personal space to the highest degree, and right now she didn’t really care for his well being. In one swift movement she dug the dagger deep into his throat and swept it across, severing his head. Shakily, she stood up, shivering all over, staring in horror at what she’d just done. Power surge subsiding, the buffeting air slowed and her eyes began to turn back to their normal pale color. She resisted the urge to drop the blood covered knife, she may still need it, as well as the urge to faint, though she swayed a bit where she stood, all the color drained from her face. One of the straps to her dress had fallen off her shoulder from the zombie molesting, but she was too caught up in what had just happened to notice or care.

This teacher is a monster. She decided bitterly. A monster, and he has to be stopped. The only problem was she didn’t know how, especially with about 90+ demons still advancing on them, murder on their decaying minds.



((Kill count: 1))

[The Helper]

Uh... DEAD

Simply put, the 'would-be' rapist was dead. Dead. Bugs came up from beneath the grated shavings to claim his body, the tongue below the building licking its chops, as it let the chunks of meat fall into its seemingly endless pit of a mouth.
"Mindtrap" could quickly sense the foes coming at him, at Xeryth, about seven of them.. they were angry.. no, pissed at this sudden burst of betrayals. But he didn't care. Smiling almost lightly, he raised his gun, firing shot after shot, at every ping in his mind, almost 'magically' getting that vital shot, as prisoner after prisoner fell before four-shot hail. Drawing in his last clip, he nodded to Xeryth, as seven prisoners drew their attention over to this particular duo. They were strong.. so they had to die, all! Only desperation drove them..

Der Metzgermeister only laughed, in the rafts above, blood still dripping down. So.. that silver-headed boy wanted to be called the butcher, eh? It would be interesting to have an 'apprentice', but, he very much doubted that would be the case. Der Metzger.. The Butcher.. maybe. But Der Metzgermeister? The Butcher Master? We shall see.. in time, he thought.. 'They will know my true name.

[Xeryth Varson]

The battle began, as the doors opened and the hundred raving prisoners broke free. In the midst of the chaos, Xeryth naturally began to lose track of all others present on the classroom floor-turned-battlefield. There was simply too much going on, too many bodies, both living and dead, too much action in the room for Xeryth to watch out for every other student within. Granted, had he the chance, he would have looked out for each one of them. Unfortunately, however, Xeryth had taken a more offensive approach to the protection of his fellow students, and focused instead of bringing down the opposing forces. After all, he thought, the faster they are felled, the faster this class shall end. The faster the horror can end...

For everyone else...

This thought chewed at the edges of Xeryth's consciousness. Where was his conscience in all this? The prospect of death, of wanton murder, loomed rather readily over him, yet the boy did not even blink. In the back of his mind, Xeryth recalled certain lectures from his days of D-13. Various scattered words rattled about in his mind, 'combat high', 'conditioning', and 'mental placidity' were the most prominent words, yet, for some reason, Xeryth's usually sharp memory was cloudy on this particular subject. Blinking a few times, Xeryth steeled himself for the coming battle regardless, knowing that while it was a strange feeling, facing death on both the giving and receiving end yet not feeling a thing over it, it was not something one could sit and consider, whilst there were dozens of men surrounding him with little else on their minds but his own death, along with the death of his fellow classmates.

Xeryth's senses sharpened back to reality as he felt the emotions rolling off the bodies around him in mass lumps. There was so many, it was nearly impossible to tell which emotion came from which body. Fear, anger, and hate mixed with other, stranger emotions, considering, such as lust, caring, and...

Defiance?

Xeryth narrowed his eyes, feeling the defiant charge pulse much, much stronger than most other emotions. It was either that this particular being felt more defiant in his actions than any other person felt their own respective emotion, or that the individual's more well-developed mind was able to send a stronger signal as a by-product of the mental state. However, for the latter to be true, the person sending the signal would most likely be...

A psychic! A psychic in their midst! But... a defiant... strong, psychic... who's a possible criminal... there's one particular person that fits that description perfectly, but... I haven't seen him in...

Xeryth's thoughts were interrupted by the very presence leaping next to him, introducing himself as if the two were old buddies. Xeryth's eyes raised as he swung his PME's blade forth, only to catch himself upon realizing that this one meant him no harm. Quite the opposite, it seemed, as the man seemed to eye the other criminals with a killing intent, firing into the next group of incoming prisoners with deadly accuracy.

"Mindtrap..." Xeryth started, eyeing the next group of seven men that had decided that the reunited duo were to be defeated before they could kill any more. However, Xeryth knew, as he assumed that his rescuer and mentor for such a short time did as well, that the reunion would have to come later.

For now, there was blood to be shed.

"Mindtrap," Xeryth started once more, his voice losing the wistful tone from the last time he spoke the name, now a more authoritative, determined one had replaced it. "These prisoners... they're driven by their basest needs, survival... I'm doubting their mental facilites are going to be one hundred percent, you follow?" A small, wry smile crossed Xeryth's face for the tiniest moment as the reality sunk in. "You've got one clip left... fourteen shots. You've also got the ability to make these seven suddenly decide that the man next to each one is far worth more dead than alive. Confuse these seven and save your ammo... I'll take care of them... NOW!"

Xeryth leapt forward, hoping that Mindtrap behind him would take his cue and fog the minds of the seven before him, either focusing their attention elsewhere if he could, or otherwise causing them to forget what they were doing and leave themselves vulnerable. The first one he attacked, however, he would have to do so without help, as Mind Control powers tended to take some time to fully set in and activate.

The growling former inmate met Xeryth head-on, swinging a large wrench towards the boy's head. His empty left hand opened, palm out, fingers splayed, and he focused on a small Psi-shield, just a few inches in diameter past his open hand on either side, and the wrench slammed into that, stopping, seemingly, just at Xeryth's palm, yet the boy neither moved his hand or flinched at the reaction. To the criminal, it would have been as if the boy blocked the wrench with an open hand with absolutely no effort. The man's eyes widened, and fear roiled off his person as Xeryth kept moving forward, following up and bringing his right hand arm, fist clenched, into the man's chest, driving upwards as the psi-blade entered his chest, splitting his sternum and causing the ribs to spring forth from their formerly-held-taut positions, spitting blood and gore in heaping amounts from the man's now-gaping front. Little, if any, of it had found itself hitting Xeryth, however, for his ring glowed brightly as it's agility-enhancing powers turned Xeryth in a quick spin, underneath the outstretched wrench-holding hand.

As he spun, Xeryth sensed an angry, hate-filled intent just behind him, and dropped into a crouch, just as his back was exposed to the other criminal, to finish his spin. A baseball bat passed by overhead, much to close for Xeryth's comfort. Focusing on the bat, he gave it a quick, focused, telekinetic pull forward, and the bat helplessly complied, however, the man's grip upon it was too strong to let the weapon clatter harmlessly to the floor.

Unfortunately for him, this grip would be his undoing.

Xeryth's PME flickered out at a mental command from the boy, and completed his spin to see the man falling face-first on top of him, still seething rage as he attempted to make the best of a bad situation, releasing the hold on his bat as he attempted to tackle Xeryth and pin him to the ground. The man covered Xeryth in his bulk, arms wrapping around the boy as he brought him to the ground. From an outsider's perspective, it looked to be trouble. The smaller boy was greatly outmatched in strength and size, and the man had every intent on killing him in order to save his own life.

"Heh, you got lucky with the other one, boy, but here, your life ends," the man whispered as he held Xeryth against the ground, as the boy futilely pressed a hand and a fist into the man's chest. The man had every belief that he had won, until a certain sadistic smile crossed Xeryth's features. "Boy, what the hell you smilin' ab-"

If another student were watching the scene before them, they would see the tip of the psi-blade burst forth from the back of the large man, retreat back into his body once more, then burst out again, this time at a slight angle on the opposite side of his back. Both lungs burst, and the heart run completely through, the man died nearly instantly as Xeryth brought his knees up between himself and the corpse, kicking him off with all his strength and managing to just get the man off of him. He clamored to his feet, facing down the five remaining men. He only hoped Mindtrap's little trick worked, or if he even bothered to go through with it in the first place.



Xeryth Kill Count: 2

[The Helper]

78 More Prisoners To Go..

A smile curled up on Mindtrap's face. But shooting people was so much more fun and satisfying... Oh well. His smile fell away, as he looked up to them, as they rushed faster and faster towards them, as he took a step between them and Xeryth. Well, honestly now, just have them turn on one another? That was no fun. Quietly, he flicked his left finger over to his head, his eyes blanking out for a moment. There was a pause, as the seven prisoners stopped, as if in a daze. Veins popped into view, under Mindtrap's eyes in an instant, all leading to his eyes, as his eyes seemed to into color, ten-fold, the prisoners suddenly turning around. The one on the left hefted up his ladder. Another then held up his long war hammer. The one in the middle unsheathed his Roman-Style shortsword, raising his left gladiator-style armguard. Two raised up their sticks, ready to fight, while one, beared down his shield, ready to do some major internal damage on impact. And one instead, walked up to Mindtrap, giving him his gun, and two ammo clips. Nodding, his face still in the strange visage of what it was.. the seven men then charged into the opposing forces, suddenly tearing into three, the ladder-man quickly knocking out two others, by bringing down his ladder, being in the middle of the closed thing, and swinging, raising it back, and then, swinging with the attained momentum, before he got killed. Of the three he knocked down, one did not come back up, a bloody gash exposing his skull and running blood. The bugs from underneath the grating soon flew up, to claim that body.

The gladiator seemed to be fairing well, his foot work quick and easy, as he slashed in front of himself, the others afraid to approach him. He claimed no kills, but, the intimidation was there. Ladder-man, fell, as soon as the Chain-Saw leader crashed into him, ripping him in half with one, slow, bloody swing, as it tore across, into his shoulder's bones, and across his heart, down until it cut through, past his rib cage. "BASTARDS!! TURNING OUR OWN AGAINST US!" when suddenly, the two 'stick' men, jumped in front of him, swinging their sticks from opposite sides. Charging forward, furiously, into one, he evaded his swing, his chain saw slashing right below his rib-cage, blood flowing through, but he stumbled forward a bit, almost falling on the running chain, as the other successfully hit him in the back. He was about to be hit again, when the leader kicked back, slowly getting up, as the man attempted to recover quickly enough, only to put up his hands, against the chainsaw, trying to stop it, as it eventually cut through all ten of his fingers, and ripped off his head. The hammer man lowered his hilt down to his side, backing, back to back with the gladiator, swinging side to side, warding off attackers. The unarmed one, ran into the group, fists raised, punching one in the nose, but soon was bludgeoned to death.

.. Mindtrap didn't find this amusing, but, he did smile. This was.. very morale destroying, at any rate, and already, fear was beginning to show at the resilient students and the traitors who fought extremelly well. Many of those who were still battle-hungry, now stayed away from Xeryth, Mindtrap, and the two who were still possessed. In truth however, this was fatiguing Mindtrap.. but, he he raised up his pistols, defiantly.

.. Elsewhere, some of those, still ignorant of the powers of Robert, all raised up all five of their swords, charging at him..

Mindtrap: 33 Energy Left!

[Robert]

Robert's dull eyes, naturally, did not look around when the excitement began. Their gaze against the floor was fine, really. The eventful nature that seemed to start with yet another call of death by Der Metzgermeister was not really that big of a deal. It was quite a show, however. The small bit of child that remained in Robert had no ability to deny that.

The beat of the drums was tuned out fairly quickly. The chants and cheers were ignored. The steady yet strangely infectious beat, although with a bit more time needed, was also eventually forgotten in the mind. The tainted child merely stood. The beast appearing around them was strange, but ultimately unneeded. Unless it was to also become an enemy, it had no purpose. Everything would soon die.

Robert's eyes looked around the room. For a moment, he was confused. Everyone was protecting one another, so it seemed. One with blond hair seemed almost attached to the red-head next to him. She seemed to cling to him for life. They cared for each other. They looked to each other for comfort. How far away, they seemed. Almost as if in another reality. In another world. And yet, Robert was to kill for them. He was going to help them cling to their lives. Help them live on, yet remain in his own corner. He would still carry himself the same. The others would be grateful that they could continue on, yet the end was all but too near for Robert. Such a strange situation he had found himself in. He was being forced to care.

His mind returned from it's previous trap of thought, eyes looking up at the group still exiting their previous cage. None had yet come his way. Or so he thought. It was a dangerous mistake he had made. His mind was somewhere else, and he quickly payed for it with a swift smack. How suddenly he fell to the floor, only a moment his brain on the fritz. So many questions were being asked. How? Where? Why? All of them were unimportant, it seemed. The sounds seemed blurred in the situation. It was all hazey. Robert was lifted to his feet and his pants were pulled down, yet he felt no pain. Merely the touch of something against his rear. And then it stopped.

He brushed the dry item from the crack of his bottom, quickly pulling his pants back upon his lower self. He turned around to view the body that had apparently tried to rape him, uncaring to what had just happened. His caretaker? Unimportant. He wasn't something of Robert's life that memory served to be of any purpose. He was jsut another figure. And now he was dead. He had served only his miniscule amount of energy for sacrifice, but it still helped. However small the power source may be, it did add upon the magical situation the students had been placed into.

Robert looked upon the weapon next to the dried up body of the rapist. A plank of wood. It seemed like such a useless and overly flashy weapon. Primitive. That was a good word for it. None-the-less, the child placed it between his hands. He had been correct. It was heavy. It carried no point in the hands of the weak Robert. But that could be changed.

He swiftly ran his right index finger along the end section of the weapon, quite suddenly the area breaking off. Robert let go the still rather large chunk of wood in his opposite hand, picking up the new item in it's counterpart's stead. He held this weapon with ease, and it seemed like it could hit fairly well. Already it seemed time to test upon that theory.

Robert turned himself back around, his stance widening and his stiff piece of wood being held at the base. The boy held it like a sword, as opposed to a staff. For one reason, it was because he could carry more power into a sword swing. As well, though, it was too small to use as a staff weapon.

He did no flashy moves with the item, merely holding it and waiting for the swordsmen to come forth. The others already seemed to be preoccupied, but in truth, that held no importance. Robert wouldn't provide good support. He was too anti-social to act well in that kind of situation. For now, he would jsut have to take care of his guys. Fair enough.

As the first one came forward, Robert studied him. He was slow, yet it was quite easy to tell that much power was being brought forth from the man. He would not go down easily. Definitely not by the stick Robert held upon. That left only one option, really. The Impact Round. Pulse was too slow.

Robert, without hesitation, let the weapon fly to the second one coming closer. He twisted his body, already holding one of the compact balls in his hand. It would easily find itself into the lead male's gut, causing him to feel massive pain in his stomach. It would hold him for a moment. Inside that moment, Robert summoned multiple orbs, sending them across as he continued to turn. Each one seemed to find it's target, yet the chance was not over. So quickly Robert obtained the weapon from the floor, smacking the doubled-over back of the man it had layed in-front of. Continuing along, the child struck along the chin of another enemy, jumping onto the large man's chest. He twisted his body to send aroundhouse kick to the forth enemy, yet his foot only met one's hard chest. Robert was easily grabbed, thrown into the grate floor. The boy already spat out blood, his skull aching terrbily. It was strange. The thought struck him, even throught he pain. To amny it was frightening. To Robert, it was comforting.

Will I die?

The blade came down quickly, attempting to find it's target of Robert's chest. It was a fairly swift strike for the man, but in the heat of death, it seemed so much slower. Almost... non-existant. No memories came about as one would expect. The sounds of battle were tuned out. The images were of no concern. All that happened was... nothing. It was all just done. As if he had entered the dark tunnel, and someone was just getting ready to flick on the light. The moment felt truly uplifting. Like what one imagined flying felt like.

The bugs were already crawling out of the floor, ready to toss Robert into the demon's mouth. As they crawled along, thought began to penetrate Robert's mind. He wouldn't find peace. He would die, but the academy would still punish him. The shamans would keep him chained to the Earth, and his life of non-existance would remain his endless suffering. So depressing. When he died, he would stay in the academy, and the others he had taken along with him would continue along. Even he had to think the word.

Bummer.

Time flooded the area again, the sword continuing it's path, and ultimately suceeding. It easily pierced through Robert's stomach, however, it seemed it hadn't quite gotten anything important. The boy placed his hand upon the attacker's, already the man losing his strength. It would be quick when he fell over, Robert rolling backwards and back to his feet. He looked down at the sword that was stuck inside of him, the pain coming, but not getting anything out of the boy. He merely continued with what he was doing before the drama, picking his wooden weapon up once again. He rose it's tip into the bony chin of the fifth enemy, swiftly striking the wooden item along the bottom edge of the sword that was protruding out of his gut. So quickly the end came off, leaving only a very pointy edge. Robert drove the point into the chest of the man he had just fell, twisting his body to do the same against the third enemy. When he came upon the second, he drove it through the base of the man's skul, creating a fairly large hole through his neck. With a final movement, he flung the weapon into the first man's back, ending the battle that had been forced upon him.

He walked to his wooden weapon, pulling it out with ease. The bloodloss was becoming steadily more, and it was becoming obvious that for Robert to make his mark, he would have to do it quickly. So, he slashed the weapon along the sword in his stomach twice, giving the tool a nice, sharp edge. It was only wood, but this thing would hurt. And it did. To the entrance of the trap was where Robert quickly found himself, slashing easily through three more men and becomign the small wall against those still entering. They stopped to look at him, some fearful, some mad, some not really caring for the boy. Yet all knew that he was the barrier between the two worlds. And that he would have to be killed if they wished to go free.

8 Body Counts! (9 Counting Robert's Caretaker)

[The Helper]

Aww... How Cute... Ze Little Boy Is Going To Die To Ze Chainsaw Man...

Der Metzgermeister was chewing on the tip of his finger. Spitting out some blood, he held down his finger, pointing to the rafts, as he stood just three stories above Robert. The rain of blood had slowed to a trickle, ever since he destroyed the source of blood, drops here and there falling from whatever clung onto the rafts, where Der Metzgermeister would walk powerfully over, not caring for the creaks or groans it gave. He smiled, as he looked down at Robert, impaled by a sword, but still fighting so gallantly. ".. So a blezzing, I shall give to you.. Töten Sie viele, Schlachtenmengen, kleines Ungeheuer." as the blood drop fell. From where he stood, it fell.. falling three stories, until.. it landed on Robert's head, with a patter. Travelling through his hair, as if, it had a destination to go to. Down his face, between his eyes, to the side of his nose, as it slid down his chin, gathering into one large drop.. and then, it fell again, this time, onto the sword edge.. and into his body, it went. Down, mixing with his blood, his blood not rejecting it, in fact, taking it in. From a top, Der Metzgermeister's eyes twinkled. ".. I vant to join in ze killing now. But no.. zey have to learn for zemselves. Ya..." Shaking his head, his eyes continued to watch the students.

OOC: Yo, Robert, It should be a fairly rare occurence for you to beat down people, even with a sharpened stick. You concerned me, as I noticed you only have 5 strength, but, I'll forgive you this time, since you're going to all but bleed to death. But not again, or I'll give you a warning. Irregardless, I'm not trying to be a bad guy, just pointing out something. So, here's a pick-me-up. All I ask is that you don't abuse de kindness.

The Master Butcher's Blood: +1 to all of Robert's stats!

So it was, so it was, that Der Metzgermeister left alone 'the beast' of a boy. He'd like to.. 'shake his hand' sometime. There was a power he needed to learn to tape, but.. not at his current strength. No.. the boy would need to get stronger.

... However, the way the men circled around Robert dangerously was enough to attract the attention of the Chainsaw Leader. revving his blades.. he spat to the side, into the beast below, the chain's creating sparks, as he dragged it on the metal that seperated them from the true 'beast'. ".. So Boy... ready to die?" Sixty-one men were remaining. All fighting their hardest, yet, dying like sheep to the slaughter. And this boy.. this boy was the key. Immediatly, as the leader stood just six feet in front of him, the others began to focus their efforts, converging on Robert, sensing weakness. But..

"AWAY FROM THE BOY, YA LITTLE BASTARD! Sie sollen beschämt von sich sein! Diese sind nur Kinder! Wo ist Ihre Ehre, Kamerad!?" As Mr. Guttenberg rushed from Phae's side, suddenly stabbing the Chainsaw Leader in his hand. The other's backed up from him, as the Leader dropped his chainsaw, immediatly throwing a left hook at Mr. Guttenberg. He took it in the shoulder, making him hobble to the side. Another man rushed in, to hit Mr. Guttenberg, but.. "STOP.. I'll handle this traitor by myself.. kill the boy, so we can be free!" as he made a jab with his left, Mr. Guttenberg dropping his knife to block it with the back of his right wrist, but getting knocked back, past the students, the Leader after him. Mr. Guttenberg looked at Phae. This would probably be a fight to his death. So be it, then.. ".. Forgive me for not protecting you, but, if the boy dies, so do you!" as he turned around to stare the furious leader in the eyes. "... Tell.. my wife that I loved her, Miss Weiss!" he said, fists clenched, as he rushed in, a hook crashing into the leader's face, as the Leader threw a straight into Mr. Guttenberg's face.

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Elsewhere.. seven old men cornered in on the now alone swordswoman, Phae. It was there that they a.. pulled down their pants and... 'unsheathed' their swords upon her, as they all charged at her, their 'swords' leading the way. For those seven, they had already planned to do this, already certain that they would die. So, why not try getting laid, and going out with a 'bang'?