Welcome to Gaia! ::

Chris was faking and mentally cursed when Hit-Girl zipped tied him. After the tiny terror left, D'Amico thought a moment. Then, recalling his flexiblity exercises when he trained withhis dad in martial arts, Chris rolled toward his face and slid his bound hand under his rump and then under his knees.

Next, Chris rolled on his side and got his legs out of the 'loop' of his arms. Now that he had his hands in front of him, Red Mist drug himself across the floor pad toward one of the dead guards with a knife in the throat....

Suppai sighed in annoyance. The X-Men were just sitting around doing nothing about her. This was not like them, for all of her training she had learned that the most of them were hot headed, ready for a fight, run out into battles blind kind of people.

It's the others... The ones that are from the other worlds messing with her plans. She would have to take them out, but it would have to wait for later. Abbot was her first priority at the moment.

Suppai, as the young red head, started walking in the direction of the meeting point at her own little pace.

[enter Victor Zsasz]

Far from where the current action is taking place, a young woman makes a phone call in a telephone booth. She doesn't use her cell phone much; she probably only has it for emergencies. She is calling her out-of-town fiance, letting him know that she lost the key of the apartment they live in together, and hopefully she'll find it. What she isn't telling him is that she lost it at the home of a man that she's having an affair with, and is simply waiting for a duplicate to be made out of the copy that she had given him months ago.

After this slight deviation from her normal schedule, she will go back home, where she'll sit at home on her computer, pausing only to cook dinner for herself. This is all known by the man watching her from a nearby overshadowed alley. This known by him, because he has seen her do it.
He has followed her every day for a week, and every day but today, she's gone to work, gone to her illicit boyfriend's place, called her fiance from this same pay phone, and then gone home. Today was apparently a day off, because she simply went straight to her zombie's place. In the last week of following her, the man watching her discovered that the man she is sleeping with habitually leaves his door unlocked; a strange habit to have in a big city, but one that the man following her was grateful for, as it allowed him to sneak in and take her keys while the illicit pair of zombies were... amusing themselves.

There, she's hanging up. The man waited for this special zombie to take a few steps before stepping out of the alley to follow her. He was wearing a long coat, to hide his scars, his precious tally. As much as he loved it, his proof of his work, he knew that it would also attract unwanted attention. The four scars along his head could simply be attributed to some prison gang affiliation; such markings weren't entirely uncommon in large city settings. Clutching the knife in his coat pocket, and sure of the weight of the several extra knives in sheaths on both of his legs, Victor Zsasz followed her, anticipating giving this zombie, this woman who was already dead with a slit throat in his mind, his wonderful gift. The gift of liberation from this pointless, meaningless world of emptyness.

Slowly Kai would fully awaken very slowly, before she could actually see.....

The first thing Red Cardinal would notice is the smell of thick perfume all around her. The almost sickening sweet scent almost knocked the teen heroine back out again; however, a slightly chilled sensation was felt on areas of Kai's body that shouldn't be cold. There was also the odd position that her body lay in -- it wasn't entirely comfortable feeling restraints on her wrists and ankles.

Slowly, as Kai groaned awake, her eyes focused on the ceiling mirror over the red silk sheeted bed. Red Cardinal saw the outfit. It was red laced, black lingerie with sheer black nylons held up by a red garter belt with a red garter on her right thigh. The only piece of clothing that was originally on Kai, was her choaker and dog tag.

Kai's face had rouge makeup on her cheeks and ruby red lipstick applied to her lips. Blue eyeliner shaded her eyelids over long lashes. Kai's dolled up visage was framed by professionally styled hair. Even though Kai's wrists and ankles where restrained, soft padding kept Kai from being chaffed.

The room in which Kai lay, was dimly lit, however, Kai could tell that the room had a thick soft carpet, a couple of chairs and a table near a small bar with some 'mood' music playing softly in the background.