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[Craft_Knight]

Do not steal from here. That's that's needed to be said. But if you do, get ready for a one hell of a ride and not in a nice way.

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A certain figure sat at the edge of a building, looking down at the city below. The cold wind that blew was ignored as this individual wasn't affect by such things. Adjusting her round rimless specs, she stood up and studied her attire: A dark coal long-sleeve one piece dress underneath a black long coat and a matching scarf around her neck. All in all, her clothes not only helped with the cold but still made emphasis on her curves and made mobility simple. Tapping the ground with her combat boots (with black knee socks wore beneath the footwear), the auburn haired belle's firm yet dainty hands wearing dark steel-hued gloves clenched tightly as she slowly backed away from the ledge before starting to run to it jumping with grace.

One would expect a bloody splat and mess at the ground however, the belle took a step at the empty air; ripples made by it then jumped again to the building in front of her. Her hand reached behind her and grasped the unnatural long hilt of her short sword strapped at her waist, pulling it out.

Landing at the rooftop of the building, she lunged towards empty air however, blood was spilled and space was distorted, revealing a monster. Her long hair loosely tied into a ponytail swayed as she gracefully maneuvered, avoiding the incoming attack from the monster overhead. The Huntress pushed an inconspicuous button of her short sword, expanding into a spear with three tips; one was aligned vertically with the staff while the other two was laid horizontally, creating a cross-like spear head.

The auburn haired huntress spun the spear in hand, hitting the monster several times before she slid to its flank and thrust her spear there. The monster would have gone down but it was persistent and whipped its long tail at the side of the belle. She wasn't able to guard the attack and flew towards the edge of the building, almost had fallen if she didn't stabbed her spear to the building.

With a quick acrobatic movement, she got back to the rooftop to fight the monster again. The belle winched at the pain, the attack last time fractured one or two of her ribs. However, she won't back down because if she did, many people will die.

The Huntress sprinted towards the monster with a roar, ready to give it her all at her next attack. The monster moved swiftly than before, both claws ready to rip her to pieces and the pesky tail would pierce her. Her reaction time was decreased significantly with her fractured ribs but she won't back down. As they met, three bullets whizzed past her and hit the incoming tail that would had impaled her and the two claws; this opening given to her was enough and with decisive series of strikes, the monster fell.

She turned to look behind her and saw a man, a pistol in hand. "I'm not going to thank you for that." The belle coldly stated before walking away; the white haired man merely laughed and followed his companion as they hunt more monsters under the night sky.

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Back and cornered against the wall, Io was at the very back of the group of eight. It wasn't really surprising as he was the one with the weakest physique and suited for long-range attacks. His sister was in front of him yet he can see clearly what was happening: Joshua beating the crap out of one of the infected. At any rate, Io silently uttered to himself the same phrase "They aren't human anymore and it's better to kill them off than let them kill others. So aim for their heads." And with a deep breath, he drew an arrow from the quiver from his back, stretched the string of his bow and took aim. Even at the back, Io was at his deadliest.

However, before the mischievous fellow could take a shot, he had to block his ears from the deafening screech unleashed by one of the remaining infected. As it was over, he took aim once more but it was all over before he could shoot. Nathan, his best friend already smashed the head of another one. Sieghart, their leader, hacked down one of the remaining two and Marissa ended the last one with a comet. "And nobody leave me a target." Io retorted, coming out of the back. He sighed but it was sigh of relieve and stashed the arrow in had back to its quiver and his bow still in hand.

"But one thing is for sure, these guys are more than I expected" The prankster said out loud, looking down at the remains of one of the infected. His free hand was at his waist as he continued to inspect the infected. Grotesque. Was the first time that came to his mind. He closed his eyes and softly murmured, "May you rest in peace." However, another screech came from above and Io cursed and regretting what he said about not having any targets.

The young man nodded at the words of Tori as used a shockwave to make a hole at the wall. He blocked off the noise with his earphone, blasting music at his eardrums. "As how much I want to shot those guys down, I'm also voting for a tactical retreat~!" Io exclaimed with a grin before running into the hole, into the darkness.

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Enjoying the secluded air of the greenhouse, a certain belle of white hair drank earl grey tea, a tea she brew her own way, while reading a book. Of course, that wasn't the only book she had as next to her was a stack of books.

The only weird thing was this young lady in the Greenhouse despite the snowstorm happening outside.

Her visage showed a innocent expression as she read the open tome held by her hand. An expression who was delighted by their passion and for her, it was the passion to learn, to expand her already vast knowledge. She didn't criticized the publication in any way but merely red it.

Anyway, as much as the Greenhouse was one of her usual hangouts, she was here for business reasons. As usual, the principal was crazy to have a Iron War despite the massive snowstorm however. She didn't complain or complimented, merely observed and accepted the truth. War didn't choose any time, place or its victims, that was one true fact she knew the most.

"He should be here any second from now." The belle murmured to herself.

Setting the publication on her lap, the belle pour hot tea on her empty tea cup and drank to warmth her always cold body. A table she conveniently placed before the bench she sat had the necessities one would need to make tea and furthermore, a jar of blood.

Seeing the young girl was a vampire, she needed to add a bit of blood to her tea to make it taste just right for her. Anyway, after setting the teacup gently down, she restarted her reading, indulgence emitting from her seemingly innocent face.

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Twilight has passed and night had arrived. A certain albino that looks around his early twenties, who actually was already around his middle twenties, passed through the empty railways at the warehouses for trains. He was alone and was smoking as he walked on; someone that didn't fit the location at all. Because of his attire which was consisted of white formal apparel. He wasn't there because of a whim in spite that would perfectly fit him.

No, he was there because he had a job to do.

"This should be the place...."

He murmured to himself, stopping in front of one of the warehouses. He took out a pocket watch and checked the time. He nodded subtly to himself, affirming that he was, in fact, on time and stored the clock in his coat's inner pocket.

"They're quite late, aren't they?"

He continued to talk to himself without care, his eyes of reddish pink glanced upon the waning moon that was at the horizon; slowly rising as the night ages. The albino that resembles a English gentleman blew the last of his cigarette and dropped it on the ground, proceeding to kill the little embers left of it. A grin appeared at his lips as numerous footsteps was picked up by his ears.

"Finally... I was getting bored waiting...."

Those words weren't really directed to anyone at particular by himself as the people he was waiting to arrive, who were late for their meeting finally appeared. They were his clients, some thugs who wants drugs and weapons and of course, he was the one going to act as the middle man for the "trade". Unfortunately, such a trade wasn't going to happen that night and for what reason....

The albino gentleman raised his right hand in front of him, stopping his "clients" before their representative started to talk and also, halting their movements.

"I apologize ladies and gentlemen.... however, you didn't met the quota and it seems that even interacting with you lots are just going to bite us in the a**. So..."

The gentleman bowed before them with a grin and snapped his fingers afterwards. A gunshot ran and it wasn't just one but many; a bullet storm of not only lead but also supernatural abilities. The albino wasn't seriously going to confront them all by himself. Oh no, he gone to the trouble of getting some people, some of their Associates that was a good shot or had the ability to shoot out deadly projectiles.

"I've gone the trouble of getting a firing squad as a means to deal with you all~"

Gleefully, he finished his sentence as no one was left standing of his "clients". He fished out his cellphone, making a half-turn and speed dialed someone; a person one could say his temporary second-in-command for that mission for that night.

"Yes, this is me. I've cleared out the ones at my end. What about your's?"

His eyes of reddish pink noted the subtle changes and quickly reached for his handgun holstered in a vertical shoulder holster hidden from view because of his coat. It seemed that his firing squad missed one and he has to dealt with it personally. However...

This one's much faster than a normal person... an Omen?

He thought to himself and used his ability. The next instant would had came too fast for people to follow with the naked eye. However, for this albino with the alias White Rabbit, he can follow it as his senses were accelerated to the point where everything was moving so slow that he can't tell if everything was even moving in the beginning. There were variation to his ability but that can be discussed later on.

As for now....

White Rabbit spun to his right, dodging the four bullets by a centimeter. It wasn't hard for White Rabbit to locate the enemy as he got a plenty of time to do that and once he saw her, he proceeded to returning fire. He only pulled the trigger twice, double tapping, aiming for the chest of the hostile. Blood bloomed at the chest of the black-haired belle as she fell like marionette with her strings cut by her puppeteer; unlike those at the movies, it wasn't a cool death at all.

Once he was perceiving time normally, White Rabbit's breathing was ragged, sweat ran down his pale white skin as he felt his heart stopped beating. He felt his body's temperature dropping and soon a numbing sensation.

"Aion! Hey! Aion!"

The person on the other surely knew that he used his ability from the simply how ragged his breath. After another second, his heartbeat started up again. His senses going back to normal and so was his body temperature.

"Hey, hey, hey. I'm alright and now I think I'm finally done at my side."

"Well... like I've said, I've also cleared out at my side."

"Wanna go drinking? The usual place and my treat?"

"Sure."

And just like that, another job was completely and the albino gentleman walked away from the bloody warehouse, commanding the team with him to dismissed themselves also.

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The blackness of the screen, it meant she and the others will be transported to the battlefield.

The blackness of the area where she found herself was beautiful yet lonely. Then it happened. The generation of the graphics; the creation of the landscape. It was a spectacular event, eye-catching and it gave a sense of delight to her. To see something created from literally nothingness was quite the scene no humans could ever see until now.

Now... its just another thing to be taken granted yet she etched in her heart.

As the landscape was finally created, it was her body's turn. From the same cubes of white, alike frost in color, her body was generated and soon the shockwaves occurred that placed the other details of her body.

She wore a gothic-lolita style dress of crimson and black with frills, the boots she donned with the pantyhose of course and her other accessories like the black collar around her neck and the big crimson net bow that held her black hair.

Along those were her weapons that was strapped around her waist with the magazines for reloading placed at the back of her waist.

When the announcer started to count down from thirty...

She checked her equipment, her stats and the MICRO she fully customized herself for a last time for assurance. You can say it was one of her way to deal with the anxiety she was feeling and to suppress the excitement contained in her chest. It was hard to tell if the emotion she was feeling was the former, anxiety, or the latter, excitement, because both felt the same for her.

Yet, if there was one thing for sure, the smile she was making tells that she was ready to give it her all and enjoy the game to the fullest.

Because... her wish has finally came true.

3...2...1... BLITZ!

"Its time..."

Araceli started to walk elegantly, humming to herself, before starting to run at full speed. Her hetero-chromatic eyes wandered from left to right, taking in much information as possible. She concentrated on running and picking up signs of other players. The place where they've spawned was too open without any place to hide at all.

That was when she heard a distant echo, a yell from someone.

"From the pitch and tone... it would be a girl and someone young.... the distance.... hmm... I might able to get wherever she is if she's staying still."

It was a vague deduction from the information she grasped. But it won't be enough to truly pinpoint where the player who yelled was. And that was when she heard an explosion; one of the buildings at the Outer City now had a hole at it.

Araceli smile didn't change but what was running her mind did change and so was the emotion she was feeling. The belle pulled out her weapons, the two CZ Scorpion Evo 3, and quickly entered a building.

Her plan : Stay clear of open areas and ambush whoever comes first. Possibly the girl who yelled, the one who threw the bomb or another player completely.

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It seems she misunderstood his question if she could carry a child. Even if they were human and Dead Apostle, that was possible... probably? Lorelei, herself, wasn't sure at notion was feasible in the first place. And if she had an excuse for false impression, it would that she was mentally fatigued with her body partially.

Notwithstanding, she did enjoy his reaction.

She could, however, smile with insight upon his inability to be direct on what she was and it was a bitter smile at the same time. That crescent disappeared within an instant as she was pressed closer to Alexi. Her eyes closed themselves, relishing the friction of their skins, her dainty arms that was wrapped his waist became more secure.

Lorelei honestly wanted this warmth to continue encompassing her forever.

His voice echoed, she opened her eyes of scarlet as a response, staring at his visage that was close. His words was enough to make her jump up and down in join, it made her heart beat rapidly. There was someone who was actually going to accept her and that someone was embracing her.

His jest earned him a small smile from her as well.

Yet, she didn't let herself be intoxicated as skepticism rose along with paranoia .

What if this his words were merely just to comfort her?

What if they were true but how long can he put up with her twisted personality?

These "what ifs" continued to permeate in her thoughts as well as her heart. She felt her chest heavy with her stomach twisting and contracting at these scenarios her mind simulates. Her throat felt dry that she cannot feel she could speak. Afraid at these prospects but never can she turn her back on them.

The silence was unforgiving at how much torture it gave her. She understood he had more to stay and deciphered that he was contemplating about his choice. He can still take it back if he wishes so, returning back to the light of day and bidding the final farewell with her whom lives in the darkness of the night.

The place where they are right now can be defined as twilight if that's the case.

To accept her was to leave behind and discard everything he had. For the sake of a uncertain future in the depths of night with her, he had to make an exchange.

As he spoke, Lorelei averted her gaze at him and laid her head at his chest, listening to the throbs of his heart. Subtle, her shoulders recoiled at his utterance laced with the air of dolefulness; that she was manipulating his choice or so she perceived. She cannot truly sat if this was her misconception once more or the true feeling of the youth.

Her heart leaned to the latter as she knew she might had been doing it, even if it was subconsciously all because of her self-centered attitude.

The more he spoke, even if how nostalgic and amusing to her ears as he spoke in that way only the two of them would know and communicate with in rare instances, the denser her heart became as it was filled with anxiety and sullenness. Her stomach felt it was going to explode from the butterflies that flew and savagely trying to gnaw on her flesh.

Her fears that were merely odds slowly becoming reality as he was closer to ending what he wanted to convey.

And yet....

All of this negativism that her sowed in her never bear fruit to be reaped; blown away by his remark, by those words.

Lorelei.... gazed at him perplexed, her orbs wide open and her lips parted open. Her ears heard those words loud and clear, her mind comprehended how concise the remark he made nevertheless, she cannot help but be dumbfounded.

Before long she could reply, tears flowed out of her eyes.

The vampire smiled delightfully and that would make their hearts skip a b eat as she cried; contradiction as it seems but the meaning behind these was the same and defined as pure happiness.

Her lips met his at the spur of the moment as well to her own emotions.

Her heart raced and she was certain, Lorelei completely fell for Alexi and thankful of him; he saved her from herself.