The Streets

[Jett Sinsole]

Dr. William. Burton

Burton had left the mansion understanding that if those two wanted to duke it out, they could, his target was going to die anyway, why not let someone else have some fun? So he walked down into the streets where he heard sounds of irritation, Dutch, and arguing, Burton thought that he might as well see what the hell was going on because he really had nothing else to do with his time right now. So being who he was, he brushed himself off, held his posture and walked nonchalantly into the group of underlings he’d heard arguing with his amplified senses. When Burton had cared to listen he heard that the man standing by the motorcycle was looking for Gekijin, which was utterly convenient. There was a young man standing with a pink haired girl clutching his leg that Burton felt a very odd connection to, being fairly certain that there was a personal similarity between him and the blonde boy. There was also a small man and a red haired girl chatting away, but not completely being ignorant of their surroundings. Burton understood that each and every one of these people had psychic energy flowing off of them like a fountain, except the boy talking to the young girl. Burton decided to ignore him though and strode up behind Noctis, tapped him on the shoulder and smiled.

“If you’re looking for a WISE then I know where it is, just about a kilometer north from here, you can tell by the explosions and violence when you get there. A brass gate should be strewn across the dirt path, and there should be two big a** holes through the mansion itself. Also you might end up meeting two twats who think that they’re people as they trade blows and shoot at each other. If that’s what information you were looking for then now you have it, always happy to help a fellow murderer,” Burton sneered, scanning the group of ‘children’ standing before him, feeling wiser beyond his years and older than a three-year-old’s grandpa due to the lack of maturity in front of him.

The doctor sighed satisfactorily after telling Noctis the information and stepped out from behind his back, letting his long lab coat trail behind him in a menacing fashion. He stared down all of the children, giving them a glare that would send Death himself into hiding and smiled with his hideously yellowed teeth and a couple metal-false ones. His breath was worse than rotting eggs and was easily able to be scented by all of those little people he was looking down on. He felt tall, strong, and unafraid; these emotions were normal for him but at this moment there was a bit more so. It was funny to him that these young ones probably thought they could take on an old geezer like him, but if they tried they would be sorely mistaken. The Doctor paced back and forth in front of all the little boys and girls having an emotion of self-confidence and the hunger for their energies.

“Now, all of you, I want to be clear right now, any one of you could be chosen, but all of you will be in severe agony which I promise is for the sake of science. I don’t want to have to reiterate myself, make my point any blunter or hurt any o--- Who am I kidding?! I don’t care if I hurt you so badly that your bodily functions shut down. So who’s gonna volunteer?!” Burton rambled to everyone but Noctis who just happened to b behind him. As he finished his statement he let out a low, sinister, guttural laugh that made the dead shudder in their graves.

 

[Jett Sinsole]

Dr. William T. Burton

Burton was flooded the with questions by the little people that so obviously feared him, but the questions just killed what little patience he had and made him even more bloodthirsty than before. One of them even made a feeble attempt at a threat and raised his fists pathetically in a defensive manner. The Doctor decided that he’d grace the curiosity of the infantile fools by at least half answering the pointless questions or providing some sort of entertainment for them; he leaned down to eye-level with Yuno and spoke.

“First off, my name? It is of no concern to you, you pink and plush mammal; but if you must insist, it’s Dr. William Burton, read the name tag pinned to my coat’s breast pocket. And you,” He said turning to Hitoshi, “You, my boy are the lowest of the low here, acting like you have no fear isn’t going to help you and I could probably drop you faster than you’d realize I did, so how about you drop those tiny fists and accept your fate as it comes to you? Sound good?”

Then standing back to full height he smiled again, turned his back to the boy and walked back to his central position where he could get visual of the entire crowd with a nonchalant stride. He’d moved tow long-legged steps towards his central point and chuckled again, it wasn’t every-day that he got such an audience so he decide that he would do his best to make sure that as many died as possible; starting with the obstinate boy. He collected the kinetic energy in the atmosphere and felt it flow through his body like a rush of warmth, a ripple of heat. Burton placed his hands in his coat’s pockets and gave a smug look at everyone but Hitoshi and Fuyuki who were behind him. Then he kicked out at Hitoshi with a fully extended leg towards the boy’s gut using the kinetic energy to make it faster than a formula-one race car and powerful enough to send the boy through several buildings behind him and since Hitoshi was just a normal human boy the initial force would probably kill him and the collapse of multiple building supports would just be for Sh*ts and giggles. At the exact same time he whipped his arms out of his pockets and immediately used the materials in the surrounding area to turn each one into a gun that shot .45 caliber rounds that exploded on impact. Then letting out a chillingly sinister laugh he fired fifty times with each, spraying them into the crowd of children.

 

[Reaver Ikana]

Noctis Wolfgang



Noctis smirked when the doctor told him were the leader was. But when he was told that a man was trying to kill him and was ripping the house apart he was now unhappy again. "Reaver." He muttered. "No,no,no He cannot be killed yet...He must be captured, detained, tortured, questioned and then killed.. Theres a process damnit." Noctis was then thinking about whether or not he really wanted to fight Reaver or not. Then Noctis looked over and saw the boy raise his fists only to have the doctor who was apparently named Burton, tell him not to be stupid. He then watched as Burton stood in front of the boy and but his hands in his pockets. He felt as the energy flowed into Burton.
Then Burton kicked back sending the boy flying toward through buildings. This didn't bother or even phase Noctis. Then as soon as the boy went flying Burton turned his hands into guns and fired fifty rounds. Noctis put his hand against his bike and a wall of metal shot out from it. He had transmuted it to form the wall the wall covered his entire body from the bullets, four of the bullets hit and exploded against the wall, The wall wasn't even dented by this. Nocits shook his head. " That was very stupid of you." He mutter as Burton was still shooting. Noctis put both hands on the wall. The center of the wall turned into a cannon that was fused with the wall. It formed in under half a second. The cannon went off as soon as it was created. The cannon fired a twenty pound ball of metal at 3500 feet per second directly at Burton. Noctis then grabbed his S & W Model 500 Which he named Black Rose due to the engravings on it and for the fact that is it black metal, from this holster on the side of his bike. The fifty callibur revolover was a five shooter with an eight and a half inch barrel, and fired .500 hollow point magnum rounds. Noctis Walked out from behind the wall and pointed the revolver at Ari while still being alert and aware of the surrounding area. He pulled back the hammer. " I suggest going to your girl friend home now...."

(revolver)

((engraving on the revolver))

 

[Jett Sinsole]

Ari Young

It was all a blur, first the doctor had been so calm and then all of the sudden he lashed out into a frenzy of power that Ari wasn’t sure he could keep up with. Sure Ari had gotten Yuno’s last two messages but Ari had been too focused on the Doctor, feeling a strange connection to this lunatic, but couldn’t put his finger on it; he was never good at long equations. The gunshots broke him from the trance he’d locked himself into, Ari tried to count and divide but gave up after counting twelve and decided that his best course of action would be to drop, which he did barely in time. He moved fast enough to not be penetrated but he felt the warm friction of the steely projectile graze across his right cheek and then the strange numbing pain and finally the slow dribble of blood down the side of his face in an unattractive manner. By the time Ari had hit his back to the ground all of the bullets had made impact, leaving small craters littering across the already filthy gravel and surrounding walls. He saw one of the girls go to help the boy that the Doctor had so graciously spared from the barrage of bullets but Noctis was probably smiling. Never before in his life had Ari wanted to scamper off than in this moment, but Ari was too good to scamper, he had decided that he would follow along with Yuno to insure that they would both have some sort of surviving chance. And with that he used his previously collected energy to propell himself to the general area where Yuno had managed to run to.

 

[Jett Sinsole]

Dr. William T. Burton

The Doctor lost three victims, it was such a shame, but there were still others the boy and the girl whom both appeared weak in comparison to him. The knife had barely cut his skin and since pain was not a feeling Burton had due to his dislocated nerves, it was laughable as the boy collapsed to the ground with a last ditch effort to stop the Doctor. Wearing the same sneering, smug smile on his face, Burton raised his foot over the boy’s thin skull and judging that the Doctor’s Doc Martin’s weighed almost seven pounds each due to the iron in the soles and the steel in the toes; the boy’s precious brain would be like a split watermelon on the pavement. Burton threw his head back and cackled allowing the harrowingly evil laugh to shatter the dusty and violent air. But the doctor wouldn’t let the girl escape either, oh no, he had plans for her; the Doctor had yet to test how high quantities of radiation would affect an unborn fetus and this girl may as well be his test subject. So the Doctor did something wise beyond all means, something that would end in at least a close-to-complete victory. Burton grabbed the boy by his shirt and hauled the beaten body over his shoulder leaving his other arm free, to beckon the young woman to come with him, “Young lady, I do not know your name, but I can insure both of you survival if you come with me. You see I can be reasonable but my insanity often gets the better of me, so what say you?” Burton said with a trustful tone and a friendly face, knowing that his motives were true; he could insure survival the question truly was how long could he do so.