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♛I sit here in the darkness
And wonder when this nightmare will end.
All I see in my way is an ocean of blood.
It is as still as glass, nothing disturbing it.
It scares me to know this fact.

I stand here in the alley
And see the nightmare again and again.
I scream my heart out, and yet
I feel as if no one hears my calls.
A sense of dread washes over me.

I can feel my blood rushing
In the veins within me.
I can feel my heart pounding,
Wanting to burst out of my chest,
Just to put me out of my misery.

I suddenly wake up, sweat all over me.
I touch my face gently with my hands
And realize a very real fact:
What I had just saw, the horrible images and feelings
Were all part of a dream in my head.♛

Marcus watched Ivan and Evel closely. He then heard Kayta humming something to herself and felt her hand run through his raven black hair. He had always let her do that ever since she became a member of the Arklight gang because it reminded him of his mother. She used to do the same thing to him when he was little. He still felt guilty for leaving his mother behind, but he didn't know what else to do. He was panicked and didn't think of it at the time. He then felt Kayta's hands on his tense shoulders and her thumbs working on the knots in his muscles. He liked it and began to relax.

When he heard Ivan ask if Evel was part of a different gang, and his muscles tensed up. Kayta had stopped massaging out the knots in his muscles and her hands were lying upon his shoulders. Kayta began to confess something to both him and Ivan, which shocked Marcus. Someone had kept something secret from him? And it was someone in his own gang?! He listened to Kayta, explaining her relationship with Evel, a member of the Kawaguchi gang. The last part of the statement spoke guilt to him, and his shoulders sagged a bit. He couldn't bring himself to hate Kayta, no matter how much he wanted to.

When Kayta said that they were not allowed to lay a hand on Evel, Marcus was surprised. This he had never heard from Kayta before. He heard Evel say something to Ivan, but was silenced by Kayta almost a minute later. He felt Kayta's hands slide off of his shoulders and her fingers caressing his cheek, giving him chills. He noticed that Kayta had embraced Evel and was trying to comfort Evel. The last part was directed toward him, and he knew that he was in for it. He looked at the scene between Kayta and Evel, and it reminded him of when he used to protect Demetri and Anthony from their father. He could still feel the pain in his arms, where he had been scarred from his father's constant abuse. ".....N-no....it won't...." He glanced away, trying to put the painful memories into the back of his mind.

Out of Coins:

Eric Walker
Anti Violent Gang Task Force
At the moment is: plain clothed
Equipment: electronic note pad, keys, wallet, standard issue gun, badge, cuffs
Location: Police station, level 6

Eric typed the name into the electronic notepad in the file they had on the non-Russian white haired man. The name was then up loaded to the police network and there were techie’s running back ground checks on the name as they spoke.
They had Williams on kidnapping and murder. They had gathered enough evidence to put this man away for a long time. What they needed now was a confession if they could get it. But they could take him to court with witness reports and what they had been able to recover from the security film from the dance floor.

But there was one question that Eric needed to ask Williams.

"You want to tell me where the Russian is?" Eric asked Williams. He hopped they could get this man to give them the location of Russian before he killed anyone else. It was a race against time when it came to the blood lust of the Russian, though Eric knew that the man sitting in front of him was also a cold blooded murderer.
This man had brutally killed a middle aged bar maid by the name of Lucy Watts with a 3 year old daughter and two cats. She had been killed for no other reason other than she worked at the bar. The photo the police data base had was a picture with her and her daughter in the park. They're laughing for some reason. But never again.
And Lucy had not been the only person this man had killed according to witnesses and the security feed.

There was a beeping noise from Eric's notepad. He looked down and opened the 'urgent' message. There had been a possible sighting of the Russian on a train heading out of the city but a transport cop (or ticket inspector as you may know them).
Of course since they had aired the images of the two men reasonable for the massacre a couple of days ago the phone had been going off the hook about tips of people who might have seen the Russian, or Williams.

But someone had thought that it was worth following up on this lead as they had expected that the Russian would try to flee the city. It was just a matter of when. Transport works had been given photos and told to stop either man from leaving the city.
They had followed up with security footage from the train.

The man certainly had the same frame as the Russian, but his hair was dark. Eric frowned as he stared at the image on his notepad. If only they had a face shot, Eric would know for sure.

Of course the police were treading on the safe side. It had been arranged that police officers would board the train at the next stop and investigate the man. They had all been given images of the Russian and warned that he had most likely have changed his hair colour to a brown colour from what had been discovered in the bathroom in the building in which Akita had been found.

Eric wondered what the officers would do on the scene as they had never seen the man in person. Eric knew that he would be able to tell this man apart from any other with just one look of his face.

That face haunted his sleep.
He was the embodiment of death.

But then again, the man did not seem that smart. After all he should have been trying to lay low, but instead he was threatening transport cops when they asked to see tickets.

Of course Eric could only hope that this man was the Russian. Just an hour ago a three man cop bust on a local movie rental shop had caused a punk teenager to wet himself after some old lady had mistaken him for being the Russian. Eric had to not get his hopes up too high.

Eric looked up at Williams

"This is important. Did the Russian say he was going to leave the city today?" he asked "And if so, how did he plan to do it"
It was imperative that they find the man.
If they didn't then in 48 hours the Russian was going to be taken out of their hands. National Security had caught whiff of the case, and they were so close to labelling the Russian a Terrorist and hunting down the man with all the power the nation had at its deposal.

Perhaps the Russian had always been a Terrorist. He had never fitted the gang type.
Eric looked at the man in front of him. If the Russian was labelled as a Terrorist, then it was extremely likely that Williams would be given that title as well.
The case was quickly sliding from his hands, and for some reason Eric was ok with that. He hated the man who had been the cause of the death of the officer from the depth of his soul. But he had had enough of all the murder. He had had enough of worrying when he would kill again, or how many he would kill this time.

How many more people had to die for his enjoyment? Was he going to massacre a family every time he was bored?

Eric's eyes stared metaphoric holes into the white haired man in the other seat.
Time was running out.


At the moment is: plain clothed
Equipment: electronic note pad, keys, wallet, standard issue gun, badge, cuffs,
Location:Police station. Level 6


(( Hey guys, I’m just assuming that there was still footage from the dance club. Tell me if there wasn’t Emeron 3nodding . I’ll think up something else xp .

And Union, I’m trying to involve you with the gang thing, but honestly Yuri made Terrorist level from just after the dance club massacre sweatdrop . The normal police probably won’t be chasing him anymore. He’ll have to deal with National Security which has even bigger toys then the police department xp , so now way Yuri’s going to make it out of the country with that weak disguise, sorry crying . If he does just walk out on a train or plane of something with just his hair and eyes a different colour (and what about passports? emotion_eyebrow ), then I’ll have to call god moding emotion_8c . Not that I want to be a pain sweatdrop .
Do explain, I’m happy to hear your side and plans xd
Please don't yell at me again, I really am just trying to help crying
*backs away into a corner and shivers in fear of your wrath*
*wonders why he tried to say anything while knowing he's going to end up regretting ever opening his mouth* ))
((On another note, I'm not sure if I mentioned that I'm doing my University exams at the moment, so I might be off for days at a time. I hope you guys can forgive me whee ))

Demetri Cavallone
Loyalties: Akaan
Equipment:a kickass belt, titanium knuckles, coat, phone, Elles phone, $5, one of the girl gangmembers handguns

Demetri stalked his way out of the hospital room, feeling a wierd calmness fall on himself as he chanted in his mind, the last few thoughts he'd had.
This means war.
This means war.
This means war.
He took out Elles cellphone and tapped it a few times, writing up brief information on important gang topics, in the usual code he had used, mind still whirling slightly. He sent it from Elles phone to her computer network (surely, the two were connected so that a slightly technologically inept person like Demetri could send it through?) then put the phone back in his pocket.
He was definately preparing for something.
But what?
Could he kill someone?
He wondered this, as his feet hit the pavement, guiding him on a wander around the city. Joining a gang had been out of a need for acceptance and love, and family- as the real one of his had let him down. He was in it for the fun and familiarity, not for the drugs, or guns, or even for the girls.
But why did I join a gang....why not just make a group of friends...? He wondered, and then remembered something.
My mother.
He actually stopped walking as he thought that.
I just thought they could help me get information...

How....how did it come this far....

Now I've seen men die in front of me, sold drugs for teens to waste their lives away, stolen money, manipulated girls....and all for what!?
I'd lost sight of what I really wanted!!
"No...Actually, screw this.." Demetri said actually out loud, and headed off towards the Akaan base.
The people there let him in quickly, and he went upstairs, stomping up there and into any of the girls rooms which had guns. He pocketed the gun, making sure it had bullets, and left Elles cellphone on the livingroom table.
He left again, without saying anything, face like a storm.

I dont need these people.
I was lured in because I thought they'd help me. Now I feel just royally ******** up in the head.
Why did I think I was too weak to find out things myself?

He went to a small department of city hall, and asked about his mother.
The lady behind the desk began to whine and say it could take weeks to find those pieces of data about personell.
He put the gun on the desk, just so she could see the shine of the barrel from inside his coat sleeve, and told her softly, with a smile, that he was in no mood to wait.
She got the files of his family records out as fast as she could, confirming something for him.

His mother
was
alive.

Now I'm going to ******** find her.

Goodbye gang. I knew you well. I mourn for your loss.
Demetri said a mental goodbye to his gang in his mind, face contemplative as he whisked out of the tiny office in city hall. It was the same mentality that he had when getting rid of ex girlfriends.
I loved you all, but I have somethings I need to do. And you're no longer going to be able to help me.

Perhaps the old gang boss had known all along that Demetri would abandon the gang in times of potential war. Perhaps thats why he was given that chance- because the old Akaan boss probably had wanted for the group, as suddenly leaderless, to dissolve in times where people began dying.

Perhaps seeing the massacre had both broken and empowered the young man, and now he wasn't afraid to take what he wanted by force- seeing as there was so much senseless killing in the world, threatening people with a gun in order to find his mother didn't seem so bad.

Perhaps he couldn't stand the thought of more gang members being killed, and could realize by now that those other ones from the club, were never coming back. So he had decided, as a self defence mechanism, to distance himself from them in order to not get hurt- just he was hurt when his father was murdered.

Or perhaps he'd just gone blatantly insane. Cracked, after only a few years in Akaan.
Or perhaps he'd taken a handful of drugs to cope with the stress of being a gang leader.
Or perhaps he was simply a man with a strict agenda, and war was not on his to-do list.

Either way.
It didn't really matter.

He was going to find her.
He was going to find out what happened to her.
And he would do it

alone.

((All stories have to end somehow. This RP has caused too many people I cared about to become frustrated and upset. What was once a game of friendship and bonding will become a sore point that no-one wants to talk about. I enjoyed myself at first, so thankyou all for that experience. There was a lot of upsets in this RP, and I hope we can all learn from this, and be a little more mature next time. I have certainly learnt a few things.))