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((I hereby apologize for the length of all my posts, especially this one. I just start writing and poof, big posts. You'll see, though, that there's a method to my madness.))

Cassandra took one last look at the sun-streaked sky before turning back to her apartment. Her heels clacked noisoly against the marble-tiled floor as she crossed over to the elevator. After pressing the button, she straightened her body and raised her chin, keeping both eyes on the rising needle that indicated the floor number. The doors opened wide, accepting their meal and promptly closing its vertical jaws. She took a silver key from her neck and inserted it below the control panel. The panel soon popped open, revealing an unmarked button that she immediately pressed.

The steel cage began to descend through the shaft as Cassandra re-locked the panel. Her eyes watched the numbers fall, each glowing on and off in turn. Soon, the ground level had been passed, but she kept lowering. After a few seconds, the elevator came to a halt, and the doors stretched open again. The room was huge, grey, and dreary. Everything from top to bottom had an aged, metallic look to it. Very few furnishings existed; mostly there were wall-mounted boards and rickety desks littered with papers. She walked about thirty meters forward and rapped lightly against a heavy iron door. It swung inward, and a middle-aged man dressed in a bloodied white coat walked past her. "All yours, ma'am," he grunted.

She stepped lightly inside the room. It was full of sinister-looking torture devices, roughly half of them with blood-stained blades, points, or other parts. Her eyes spotted an inclined metal table in the center of the room, which held a shell of a man. He must've been young, but by his appearance it looks like a few decades had been stripped from him. His hair was dull and wiry, woven together with blood until matted. His skin was pocked with puncture wounds and grazed with slashes; parts of it were bruised and burnt. His ribs showed through his skin, and his other body parts were similarly diminished from hunger and lack of exercise. His face was permanently disfigured from abuse and covered in wrinkles. His very eyes looked like they had been hollowed out and filled back up with suffering and fear.

"I see Dr. Faustus has been wringing you dry again. I keep telling him it's unnecessary," she pouted. She crossed over to a cabinet filled with medical supplies. Taking a tray, she loaded it up with gauze, disinfectant, and syringes. "After all, my sweet, you're a perfectly reasonable man. You'll tell us what we need to know when you're good and ready." Her hand hovered hesitantly over a container marked Potassium cyanide, but she thought better of it and instead grabbed the usual painkillers. She walked over to the table and set the tray down, instead grabbing a wet cloth from a miniature sink below the table. She wiped the body down, washing out the red-tinted water that accumulated wiithin it from time to time. "Feels good, doesn't it? Nice and cold..."

Over the next half-hour, she silently proceeded with her usual routine. She cleansed the beaten man's wounds, disinfecting and wrapping them with care. The painkillers came next, and once his body was relaxed enough, she undid the tight bonds holding his hands and feet to the table. That let her get at the remainder of the wounds. Once this was complete, she stopped and looked right into his eyes.

"You can end this all, you know. All the pain, all the hunger... you'll be let go and returned to the arms of the one you love. All you have to do is tell us what we need to know..." She brought his face up to hers, their lips an inch away. She coordinated her breathing with the slow, burdened gasps of the man. His eyes overflowed with both sorrow and affection.

"I...iiiiin... Ssssacr.. mento..."

She kissed him lightly on the lips and set him back down on the table. "Now was that so hard, my sweet?" She began to walk away, toward a door on the opposite side of the room. The love in his eyes gave way to despair. "I'm afraid I can't let you go until you tell us everything. I'll try to speak with the higher-ups about lowering the severity, though." Reaching the door, she turned to speak over her shoulder. "I'll go get your meal. You truly must keep your strength up." With one well-crafted smile, she left the man alone in the room of painful secrets.

Conall ignored the woman's cries and still hurtled through the air. They sped through the air, passing birds and occasionally planes. They passed over land a few times, but Conall didn't land. They began to slow down, and land began passing under them. Eventually, there was nothing but land under them. They still flew. Then, the outskirts of a city appeared. Buildings passed underneath Conall and the woman as they slowed even further. Finally, Conall landed in East End London.
-"Welcome to East End London, where I was assigned before this big movement of evil."
The werewolf appeared while Conall was speaking, furious.
-"You were supposed to take her to Sacramento. That's where you need to go, too."
Conall turned to the werewolf, an unusual look of cruelty and bloodlust in his eye.
-"I got her out of the hellhole, didn't I? She can get there herself if she is so displeased with me..."
Conall turned and began walking down the street, still angry.
-"Now if you'll excuse me, I need to wreak some havoc..."
-"Oi! War!"

She smiled at Alan and started walking towards the building."I hope they have some food left...hope nobodies raided there yet"

In the farthest regions of England, Siegfried was standing in the battlefield, his hand covering the head of his latest victim. "Please, I beg you, have mercy! I will serve you until death takes me! Please, just don't kill me!" he said to Siegfried. He only laughed in response. "No, I shall do far worse." He said, crushing the man's head.

While the blood was flowing through his fingers, the body began spewing some blue mist. The soul of the man. The sword Siegfried carried began absorbing the mist, and in response, shot lightning in happiness. The sword fed on the souls of thosse who it had killed. The best souls were the ones who put up a long fight.

He looked around, and saw that there were no more survivors. A lizardman, his own personal servants, came to him, and asked him for their orders. Siegfried just waveed them off, saying. "We have nothing else to do now." He said, turning and walking to the hotel nearby.

Elin was walking alon a dirt road, trying to choose where to go, where would be fun. That last town was too easy, she'd put on a little bit too much display though, it had worn her out a bit. She kicked up the dirt with her shoes as she walked thinking about how much this stuff hurt... if it had the right speed behind it. She was so lost in her thoughts that she hardly noticed a small and disformed figure. He hobbled up to her and looked towards the ground. When she noticed him she stopped. He bowed.
"What are you doing?" She spat at him.
"...forgive me...miss...But... i was sent to tell you that... they are... their gathering... in Sacramento, California. It's been seen."
"Ah... The clash of white and black. the balance will be tipped... I do so dislike scales." She bent down so she was eye level with the creature, "Now... Run home."
Elin stood up and kept walking. She smiled to herself "Sacramento... Introducing, me!" She giggled and lifted her arms up, making the air hold her up and carry her.

"Where?The worst room they have?"she said sarcastically."We deserve only the best."she said as she laughed."I'm gonna go check out the kitchen."she said as she handed Kogeki to Alan.She walked beyond the desk and opened a door and dissapeared from Alan's sight.

Hitake heard scratches coming from one of the cupboards as she stepped into the kitchen."Hello?Is someone here?"she heard the scratches come but more violently this time.She then heard a low groaning voice saying something she couldnt understand.She stayed away from that cupboard and opened up another cupboard that they had there.She saw lots of different kinds of food there but she didnt know what to make.She picked up a box of some knd of pasta."I guess this will do..."she said as she took it out of the second pantry.When she walked over to the stove she accidently dropped the box and it spilt all over the floor making a small amount of noise.The scratching came even more violently than the second time then and the groaning voice got louder.Hitake ran out of the room and she couldnt hear the scratching or groaning any longer.

"There was someone talking in there but i couldnt understand what they were saying and it kept getting louder and lou-there was also a lot of scratching coming from one of the cupboards!Please dont go in...we'll just find...another kitchen...maybe"she said in a little bit of a panicked tone