The Devil's Ball

[Kristopher Roberts]

"Listen to me Kris, I want you to leave, now. Don't try to argue with me on this. Things are going to be getting very dangerous and I don't want you caught up in any of it. I want you to go to Mistress Serenity's room, she's Zeke's master. No one will bother you there, and I'm sure she won't mind. I want you to stay there until either me or Zeke comes for you, don't even open the door unless its one of us."

The fake Zeke just stared at his older brother as if he had grown a second head or a third for that matter. He merely nodded to his sibling because he didn't know what else to do. He would agree to what his older brother was saying but would he actually listen to him? That was a totally different story. Zeke was in this mess because of him and he wanted to fix it!

"I'm sure Augy told you that the Rebels are gonna attack tonight. Well when they do then I'm going to break Zeke and Elric out of the cage and hide them somewhere until we can switch you two back. If I don't make it out with them, then they'll come to Mistress Serenity's room as well. If that happens then I want you to take them to the Rebel base and stay there, Piper will know what to do after that. Alright? If I don't make it.... I love you little brother. Tell Sarah I love her as well. Give her one from me too."

Wait what? The Rebels where going to move? Oh hell, that wasn't going to be good at all. His mind instantly went to his lover, what was Augusta going to do? What about his siblings and who will get Zeke. Wait, Augusta couldn't know about this, he couldn't know that he and Zeke had been switching places. This was one of the worst things ever to have happened. Oh god.

He looked at Sarah as she came over and the blond looked so confused and lost. To many things where happening at once. He couldnt leave Zeke, he wouldn't do what his brother wanted and his sister didn't even want to save Zeke.

"I can't leave him...it's my fault."

[Zeke Suzushima]

Zeke's attention went from the roses to Elric as the older man spoke. He recognized him, remembering a little of what Kris had taught him of friends, family, and people to look out for. Elric was under the 'acquaintance/slave-mates' category. Still, he was in no ways a weakling. His stature alone gave "Kris" a unhealthy swirl in his stomach. The blond was fast, yes...but being quick on his feet would not save his life if this guy swung hard enough. Then again, he's sort of friends with Kristopher...

Red and green blinked as Zeke gripped the knife tight in his hands. What did Elric mean? How long could he make this look good? Sure their fight was the main show of the evening, but how long? That didn't make sense. Was something going to happen? Maybe something would, something that would get them out. Maybe.

Only Elric knew about the rebels moving tonight.

"What's done is done," "Kris" kept his mismatched eyes on the silver-haired man and twirled the blade about, stepping to the side as if to approach Elric, "As long as it's convincing...and you don't chop of a leg..." a slight smile, "...I should last long enough." The knife flipped in his hand, and Zeke caught it by the handle, blade down.

Killing was out. Waaaay out. But he wasn't dying without a fight.

[Elric Vlarintos]

Elric had lowered his guard in hopes that Kris might take a swipe at him to open up the fight. Something was certainly off about Kristopher's response to the challenge. He had been glancing nervously at the cage, sure, but Elric had little reason to think that Kristopher would be more than a little nervous about roses after his incident. What seemed off was his reaction to Elric's question.

Elric hardly payed attention to people, but Kristopher was one of the only people he had ever spoken with at length that was still alive. Elric had gotten the response he wanted to hear, but it did not seem like the response Kristopher would have made. Perhaps he was confident that Elric was really not going to kill him, but could he really be so sure with how sick he had been lately? All it would take is one coughing fit, and Elric would have no excuses to not strike him down.

At least, that was the case if it didn't seem like a ruse or a feint.

"You certain?" Elric asked. Trusting Kristopher's word seemed to be the most hazy of his options, but there was little left for him to do. His reluctant opponent moved a little closer and Elric let out a sigh. This was going to be really hard to manage while making it look good.

He resumed his stance once again. The sword was raised and held in front of him and his back held erect. His legs spread apart and bent slightly at the knees. In an official match he might have rested his feet perpendicular to one another, but this was going to be much more of a free form style. There were no rules. Elric's left hand held the remainder of the cane, though Elric might have felt safer with an open hand. This had the potential to turn very ugly.

His movements were fast. Elric advanced and swung the sword with just a rapid twisting of his wrist with a slight extension of his arm. The attack was purposely aimed high to encourage a block or duck. Immediately after the first attack Elric responded with his instinctive return to stance coupled with a low kick directed at the side of his opponent's right knee. Just because they had weapons did not mean that was all they were limited to, after all. Besides, a kick hardly held the same lethal force that a sword blow would.

[Zeke Suzushima]

All Zeke really had time for was another nod to Elric's question, then he too took a stance. He was crouched slightly, much like a runner would, his left arm out and his right holding the blade in front of his chest. His knees were bent, ready for a jolt. Even if Kris couldn't fight, his copy sure as hell wasn't going to act like he couldn't when he very much could. Still, he had to remember that Kris wasn't a fighter, so Zeke couldn't do any stunt that would mess up the normal one. It was a carefully staged fight.

Move too slow and I get killed. Too quick and we get caught, then killed.

Just wonderful.

Elric moved to strike and he was fast, stagged or no, but Zeke was still faster. He didn't duck low, since he was already crouched, but when the silver-haired male moved to kick him he demonstrated his real speed. He sped, bondage-belts clanging as he did so, and extended his arm out to slash against Elric's arm. It was close, with little margin for error, but Zeke was expecting Elric to take that margin.

Otherwise the blade would slice his left arm.

...oh right. I hate blood. Great.

[Elric Vlarintos]

Elric's swing went high as anticipated. There was hardly any surprise there, but he wondered if it had seemed a bit much. The swing was hardly wild, but perhaps it might be observed as a nervous reaction more than anything else. However, Elric's kick was what he expected to connect, but Kristopher was moving out of the way of it. The little boy was faster than he anticipated.

Natural instinct was to take the hit and clothesline his opponent as he ran past. A more thoughtful Elric would not have listened to the instinct, but it was important to react immediately when given an opportunity in a fight. This had to look as realistic as he could manage.

Elric slammed his left foot down as he thrust his arm out to catch Kristopher in the face as he rushed past. Elric was larger and stronger and would easily be able to stop the smaller boy's momentum. It was likely he would fall flat on his back and have to roll away from another "ineffectual" sword swing. That one could be blamed on Elric not wanting to damage the blade on the floor.

Of course, there was little that could be done about the little dagger swing. The changing of positioning moved the target area from Elric's arm to his torso. The tanto cut through Elric's tuxedo jacket, but left what was underneath untouched. It occurred to him that removing the thick coat would have provided him with some more maneuverability, but it had just saved him from getting cut.

[Zeke Suzushima]

So the cut only managed to slice at the coat. Zeke release a breath he didn't realize he was holding when no blood came out. That breath, of course, was cut off as soon as Elric's arm rammed into his face and the poor boy fell backwards, his feet moving ahead as his top was bounced back, winding him with his stomach up and back aching once he hit the ground. Really bad place to end up in hand-to-hand combat...even worse when the false-Kris realized something was wrong with his line of vision. Something blurred, and painful, was messing with his right eye.

Fuck.

Zeke's hand reached to cover the would-be red eye. But now, he realized to his horror, that was no longer the case. Elric's blow had not only given him a bruise...but one of he contacts had slipped.

Fuuuuck...

Under that pale, thin hand of his was a bright blue orb. Elric had seen it.

FUCK!!!

Spinning to the side facing Elric, dagger now in his left hand since the right was covering his eye, Zeke swung at the boy's left ankle. He wasn't missing on purpose, and with the amount of force he would draw blood. But as soon as the dagger buried into him, Zeke pulled it out and rolled in the opposite direction. This was bad. Their cover was blown. And if Elric spoke up, both him and Kris would...

As he started to stand a few feet from Elric, the look in Zeke's still green eye was that of fear, worry, and desperation. "D-Don't..." "Kris" spoke low enough for only the other in the cage to hear, "...please...don't..."

Is the game over?

[Elric Vlarintos]

There was that solid feeling of connection in Elric's arm as he knocked Kristopher senseless and to the floor. In a more serious fight that could have been the deciding attack, but Elric hardly wanted to end the fight quickly. He'd be stepping out of the cage a cold-blooded killer if he ended it now.

Still, Elric twisted his wrist to point the sword at Kristopher for a thrust at him against the ground. Hardly an ideal move, but it looked like a finisher. Also, it would be terribly easy for him to just roll out of the way to avoid the attack. It was a bad position for him to be in, but it looked good. Something was off though as he stared at the boy on the ground.

Kristopher's eye was red, but the color had shifted and this one had blue. Had it been a contact all along? He delayed his attack for just a moment as the realization hit him. He was not fighting Kristopher at all. Who was this impostor? It very nearly looked like Kristopher's twin, but Elric knew of no such relation. Kristopher had an older brother, and Elric recalled the possibility of a sister, though he had never breached the topic of siblings with either Kristopher or Kyle. It wasn't something Elric spoke about.

Elric was certain he could hear a jeering from the crowd. His pause had been long enough that they demanded action from him. Action would have to wait, since his unknown opponent angrily stabbed him in the ankle. The blade stabbed through his pants and sock and into the bony flesh near the base of his foot. Elric gritted his teeth and grunted, but he did not scream as the impostor pulled the tanto out of his leg.

The crowd seemed to cheer on the attack and the first real blood of the match. Elric watched his opponent roll away while he swung his left leg around to face his opponent. That was a crippling injury that was going to make rapid movements painful.

"Please don't," the boy pleaded. Out of anger and revenge for actually being stabbed Elric was tempted to shout out and reveal him for the weasel he was. However, now there was a serious dilemma in his mind. Calling the boy out would likely put the impostor and Kristopher's fates into jeopardy. Naelona would not care for that, and Elric realized that it meant the blood of two would be on his hands instead of just one. If he killed the impostor Kristopher could live, but Elric would still be damning himself.

There was really only one choice left now.

"Don't what? Worried about your little bruise? Physician, heal thyself!" Elric winked at his opponent--it was best that he understand that Elric wasn't going to blow his cover now. If only those damn rebels would make a move before one of them ended up dead in here. With his injured ankle Elric was unsure that he could keep fighting effectively without disarming his opponent and pulling him into a grapple.

Elric swung his left leg in the air to act as a counterbalance as he leaped off of his right leg and landed on his right leg once again while setting his left foot down more gently to close the distance between he and his opponent. The leap was accompanied by a more forceful downward swing of the sword with the cane at the ready to parry.

[Zeke Suzushima]

Zeke-"Kris" continued to hold the offending blue eye, the twinge of the slipped contact beginning to really hurt. His face seemed to scrunch, trying to force himself to cry so her could get the little piece of plastic from his eye, but it wasn't working. Not that some tears of fear would help him out in this situation...though maybe it would earn him some sympathy from Elric (who looked pretty pissed right now) and let him die a quick mostly-painless death.

Finally he managed to get the contact out inconspicuously, lowering his hand and flicking it to the side. Just in time fr Elric to shout his line and wink at him. Another soft sigh of relief escaped Zeke.

Thank Kami-sama...Kris is safe...

The silver-haired man lunged at him, careful with his left ankle, and swung the sword directly at the blond. He kept his revealed eye seal shut as he lifted his left hand to counter the sword, he blades meeting with a clang. Of course Zeke had barley any of the strength Elric did, so he faltered a little at the blow. At lease he didn't get cut. The poor hemophobic was already anxious about the shanked ankle.

With a barley visible smirk, Zeke revealed but a sliver of that beautiful blue, whispering just below his breath.

"Thanks."

The false-twin then proceeded to lower his stance again and dash out behind his opponent, under the arm that he had blocked with his own blade, and slammed his right elbow into Elric's back to send the boy a few steps forward. Since Elric now knew he wasn't Kris, he wasn't going to pull as many punches. He was going to put on a good show, delaying until something happened.

Whether that something was an interruption or death didn't really matter.

[Kristopher Roberts]

---REBEL MOVEMENT---

Starts now

During the cheering of the boogies and horror of the humans as they watched the duel, a few humans where able to escape their masters. These humans will not be named for they will never make it out of the room alive. They where both human males wearing what appeared to be goblin mask. The plan was falling into place now and without being seen they crept towards the main door then took a left to a lose panel.

One watched as the other pulled out a few cans, it was unknown what was in these cans for the time being. But they had a mission to carry out and they where up for the task. Each one took three cans and separated and would never be seen again.

The fight would carry on and the noise level was ungodly and so for every rebel, it was easy to fall into place. So easy. The ones who knew what was coming had repositioned themselves into a more safe area or one with a better view. Many of them in their mask nodded.

One human female looked towards a sickly clock high on the wall and counted down in her head. Slowly, she pulled out what appeared to be an old fashioned powder gun. Carefully and swiftly she loaded the ball and powder, shoving it to the bottom. She spared a glance at the clock. Almost time, lowering her view she placed a cap onto the powder pistol to make it fire when she chose too.

Looking at the cage where the two humans fought, she frowned. She wished them all the luck in the world and if things went right, both men would walk freely away with their lives. Chuckling now she turned her attention a corner of the room. Everything should be in place and now it was up to her to start the commotion.

Bringing up her pistol, she took careful aim at the target and waited a few seconds. Then, taking a deep breath, she pulled the trigger. The gun shot bounced off the walls for a brief three seconds that might of caught a few Boogie's and human's attention. However, that was nothing for a split second after that an explosion suddenly went off. The main door was shot open and the North wall that was made of glass shattered violently as one of the many balcony's suddenly no longer existed. It seemed like the whole ballroom was shaking to its very foundations.

It seems the Rebels got a bit smart this time and used the best thing in the world, Blasting Powder, otherwise known as Black Powder to start their own event. Now with the area raining down glass everywhere and smoke filling into the room at an alarming pace it was only a matter of time before chaos erupted throughout the dance hall.

[Kyle Roberts]

Just as he'd made it back to the line formed by the hundreds of spectators, he heard the voice he hadn't wanted to hear for the first time in his life. His eyes closed as he suppressed a groan, knowing what was gonna happen. Sarah was going to get mad and think him an idiot for what he was going to do. She wouldn't understand his reasons for risking his life for someone that wasn't family; hell he barely understood them himself.

Sure enough, her words spoke her anger and disbelief all too clearly. He listened to her, each and every word. In the end he couldn't deny that she made perfect sense. They should just leave now, take Kris somewhere before the boogies found out their mistake and just hope for the best. But...he couldn't do that. He couldn't just run away. If he did, then he'd never be able to live with himself again. All his life he'd been able to live comfortably with the fact that he'd always done everything he could, it was one of the ways that he made it through all the hell he'd seen. But if he walked away now, knowing that Zeke was going to die and he might have done something to prevent it.... He just couldn't do it.

Turning around, he silently made his way back to the others. His eyes locked onto Sarah's, staring straight into the beautiful emerald orbs that he'd loved since the minute they came to the house and looked at him. In his heart he realized that it was better that she'd caught him; at least now he'd be able to see her one last time in case worse came to worst. "I can't just walk away Sarah. I love you and Kris both with everything I have but.... I have to do this." He smiled at her, soft and lovingly as he memorized her face. "I hope you understand that."

At that moment Kris spoke and as Kyle turned to look at him, he could see just how tormented the blond was. He sighed at the words, knowing that must be going on in his had, knowing that he wouldn't be able to deal with it if Zeke died. Kyle wasn't quite sure what he could do other than what he intended, so he just raised his hand and gripped the boy's shoulder. "Don't worry Kris, I'll get him home safe and sound." He grinned a bit, showing a humor that he wasn't quite feeling. "And next time y'all wanna play dress up, stick to the dress part oka--"

At that second the gun fired, and Kyle's blood went cold as ice water. Time seemed to stand still as he heard the shot ricochet overhead. The three seconds seemed an eternity in his mind as he was hit with the chilling realization that time was up. All too soon time slammed back to normal speed, rocking him almost as hard as the explosion just above his head. He had just enough time to look up and see the balcony engulfed in smoke before gravity and adrenaline kicked in. The stone cascaded down and he grabbed Kris, picking him up and flinging him at Sarah with enough force to knock them both out of the way. Immediately he turned to get himself away as well. But he'd only managed one step when the stone came down, slamming into him and burying him beneath the pile of smoking rubble.

[Augusta Davingoun]

The chaos was enough to make the dark-haired man grin with happiness. Standing on the only balcony that hadn't fallen was a man in all black, no skin was showing, he was the black man. A mask covered his face, black and with a red slash of what seemed to be blood or paint across the left eye hole. Soon the mask would be famous among Wonderland. The Man In the Black Mask. Only the Rebels would be able to tell who the man was. He was standing on the railing of the balcony. Now that the windows had been blasted across the hall, wind rippled through the room, blowing the black cape around the figure.

The man turned his head one way, and then the other. Some Boogies noticed him, pointing and pulling their weapons. Sure, when Kris and Elric's names were called he about threw a fit but four other rebels had held him back and literally knocked some sense into him. Literally, like, he was punched in the mouth earlier. But the pain in his teeth was gone once everything in his plan had worked. But something struck him hard, he was able to see everything, and seeing Kris locked in that cage with Elric made him seriously unstable. He looked back at the first balcony to fall, Kyle had fallen under it. Which hit a chord as well, he hated Kyle, but he loved Kris and Kris was Kyle's brother. His eyes moved from the balcony to the cage, his timing had to be perfect.

Absolutely perfect.

Pulling out a flare gun the man in black stood with a strong stance. But what was interesting about this Man in Black was who he was. Because he certainly wasn't Augy. Because Augy had 'left' after he heard Kris was going to die fighting Elric. The man turned on the balls of his feet and aimed that the rose cage. If he could burn a hole in it, then the rebels could get in and save Elric and Kris. Suddenly his voice ran out, it was a darker then Augy's, rougher and more cold.

" FOR FREEDOM!!"

He yelled loudly and fired the flare gun at the cage before jumping swiftly off the balcony. Most normal people would have issues with jumping off a tall balcony, but the man in black did not. He hit the ground swiftly, his knees bent, helping take the impact and not his ankles. Then he rushed to the balcony, to "Zeke" and to Sarah. But mostly to go save Kyle. But would The Man in Black make it in time?

No, the balcony fell before he could move.

[Luther Verhulst]

The cage fight was generally boring since the humans had no idea how to fight. Luther made no attempts to actually watch the commotion in the cage more than was strictly necessary. After a few moments it became fairly obvious that the two intended to go to the death and that he would not have to provide any incentive for the two to fight. It was considered general knowledge that uncooperative sacrifices were shot and killed. There were a couple other nuances with how to pick a target if you did have to shoot one, but it rarely ever came to it.

Instead of worrying his eyes with the outcome of the cage match Luther allowed them to wander about the room. People were not happy with the set up, it was obvious, and a few of the humans were leaving with their Boogie masters. Boogies leaving was bad social form, and even Luther understood that little nuance. It could be explained by the fact that they become queasy at blood--hardly a fitting excuse. Responsibility mandated that they stay and watch to maintain social appearances, if nothing else. That being said, the people leaving were just the sort of thing for which Luther had been watching and waiting. He moved closer to the door and stood there like a statue.

Suspicions were raised, but it was hardly the time when he would be allowed to go about and investigate. His earlier rounds had revealed nothing unexpected rigged in the room. That was why the gunshot came as such a surprise. Powder was uncommon in Wonderland, but it had a distinctive smell. Luther managed to get out a, "Fucking shit," before everything went to hell.

The doors he was standing next too seemed to be the first thing to go. Luther had enough time to bring his arm up to shield his face and crouch a little bit if need be. The sound of shattering glass filled his ears as what Luther guessed was the north wall went. They must have rigged up everything quickly while the cage was going... smart animals.

Luther lowered his arm once his coat was done flapping from the blast wave and immediately his crossbow was out and cocked. Luther noted that the balconies were gone, save for one. Gwyllgi had been on one of those balconies, but Luther knew better than to think that some falling rubble could kill his little monster quite like that. The doctor might have been in trouble if he didn't get down, though.

There was a figure standing on top of the balcony and Luther considered taking a shot at him while he stood there for all to see. The one issue with his style of crossbow was the accuracy over a distance. Luther still might be able to hit the figure from where he was, but he wouldn't get to target any of the fun fleshy parts. So Luther pushed his way through the crowd, knocking people aside if they didn't get out of his way quickly enough.

That was when the figure shot a flare at the cage. That was a miserable bit of luck. Luther might have been able to stop that earlier, but had chosen to go for a more sure thing. This figure was supposed to look like the brains behind the operation, and Luther was more than willing to bite the bait.

It was when the boy leaped from the balcony that Luther couldn't help but chuckle to himself. That was an action that doomed him, for his trajectory was well set in the air. Luther aimed where the boy would inevitably land, and shot as he hit the ground. The projectile flew quickly and flew true. Luther knew that it would punch through wood and metal--flesh and cloth was hardly a concern. The venom on the tips of his bolts was a nice finish. It wasn't fatal, but the numbing agent would make things interesting.

His crossbow was cocked and loaded in one blurred motion and ready to be shot again in the blink of an eye. Luther set his eyes wandering to the rest of the room. Who was next?

[Naelona Ezel]

Standing calmly aside her twin, Naelona took in not only the fight but the reactions and inevitable betting going on around her. There were murmurs and laughter, and within short order the fight seemed to be getting under way. Naelona subtly shifted her weight from one foot to the other, toe of her shoes brushing the hem of her long gown as she did so. She watched the boys with sharp eyes. From what she could tell at least one could fight.. the other.. not so well. Yet again, Kristopher was always a fragile one. Still she restricted a smirk when it was the blond boy that drew first blood.

Suddenly a sound of a shot - a gunshot? It echoed loudly through the ballroom as the music suddenly ceased. The culprit wasn't even spotted before the door slammed open and the sounds of large sheets of shattering glass was accompanied by the crashing sounds of the falling balconies, and the screams and outcries of the attending crowd. Flinching Nae hid by her twin as the falling glass and shards shattered and scattered across the floor, bouncing into the shoes upon their feet and a thin dust - no - smoke rose into the air.

Naelona made a face and waved at the air in front of her quickly soaking in exactly what was going on, and what her eyes didn't tell her, her ears did. All the balconies had fallen but one. Tables had been placed beneath most of them before and a number of boogies, along with their attending slaves, had been sitting at several of those tables. And the mystery rebel.. the 'leader' she supposed, was standing up there viewing this spectacle like some sort of sport. In a land of beasts and monsters. What an irony.

"FOR FREEDOM!!" Freedom? What a foolish dissolutioned group this was. With a snarl Nae had full intent to straighten into this slave's skull exactly how foolish he was. Turning towards the balcony Naelona blacked out the interior of the cage as she passed it, barking a command to the duo. "You're do-" The boogie's words were cut short by a startled cry as the flare suddenly hit the cage door, hardly an arms reach away. Shielding herself best she could Naelona coughed and fanned at the smoke. That was the last straw in this masquerade, the monochromatic boogie woman was seeing a bit of fabled red.

Seeing the masked rebel land upon the floor, and Luther take aim Nae turned to where she'd last seen her twin, taking a firm hold of his arm so she could follow. "Anolean! Our things." The next moment the room was plunged into a thick darkness. "Let no slave leave!" By nature boogies were more adapt than most to the night, to darkness, the shadows of closets, beds, and doors.. Human slaves, however, were another matter. In reality as her own eyes tried to adjust from the sudden flash of the flare, seeing spots wherever she looked. For the moment the slaves could probably see a little better.. the faint outline of their hand beyond their eyes.. if they were lucky.

[Anolean Ezel]

The match itself provided very little entertainment for the twin of Naelona. The older twin by a few seconds yawned, he perfered quick matches with enough blood to soak up a rug. So far, this fight had done little to settle his hungry for blood. Although, when the blond drew frist blood he couldn't help but smirk. Maybe his sisters slave was worth something after all.

Glancing at his sister, he opened his mouth to speak, though no sound erupted from him as the gunshot echoed through the room. Time seemed to stand still only for a moment. Anolean was quick to react, it was as if the play button had been hit. Anolean learched forward, wrapping his arms about his sister, acting as her sheild. His head ducked down onto her shoulder. The blast itself knocked him almost off his feet but he was able to keep balance and he was lucky enough that only a few shard of glass harmlessly sliced across his cheeks, arms and back. It was nothing to be concerned with but he was down right pissed.

"Who sold the humans blasting powder?" He spoke to his sister in a dark voice, knowing that some idiotic boogie had sold or traded a human blasting powder in the market. A rare thing to find and even rarer for a human to get their nasty little hands on. Oh, someone was going to die later tonight, a boogie merchant.

"FOR FREEDOM!!"

Seriously? Oh, that was not settling well at all. Growling, Anolean pulled from his sister once he knew she was safe and faded into the shadows as soon as his beloved twin cast an orb of darkness into the cage. Anolean himself, went into the cage as it was lit on fire. There was little point of losing fine meat to roast or become damaged. Appearing in the mist of the fight, Anolean grabbed both humans by the arm that held a dangerous weapon. "The fight is over, now is no longer the time for games." He took the two humans with him instantly into a shadow and out.

He dropped "Kris" off outside the cage to the right near close to the Roberts family as the balcony came down. Elric was dropped off near Luther and both humans would find themselves without a weapon. Anolean had taken them. Now, he was near Elric and looked at the boy with amusement. "Try to survive. I hear Luther has great aim." He chuckled, without any hint or warning he took Elric by the chin roughly and planted a thick kiss to his lips, tongue and all. If the human decided to attack Anolean, he would be deeply disappointed for he left him not a single moment. Anolean was gone as Naelona's darkness spread.

Ano was with his sister then.

"Anolean! Our things."

"Have no fear, it is taken care of." The brother slipped her tonto into her hand as his sword remained in his left hand. "The game is over, and they are out of the cage, no need for them to burn alive...yet."

[Kristopher Roberts]

There was far too many things happening at once, it was total chaos! Then, there was nothing but Darkness. Kristopher stood frozen as Zeke, in fear. He remembered he was near his brother, he was talking to him and promising him to get Zeke out of this mess, to make it out alive. His sister was against it all.

Then abruptly, things started to explode, catch on fire and fall apart. Kristopher didn't know which way was up and which way was done. What happened? He turned on his heels and saw nothing, but he could hear the cries of humans and boogies alike. Kyle had pushed him out of the way as the balcony came down. But he had no idea what became of his brother but the mere thought of what might of---

"K--Kyle?" He called out, frightened. "Sarah? Kyle! KYLE!" He moved toward only to run into what he thought was rubble or a broken wall. "KYLE!" Oh god. Oh god. Was his brother dead? What was he going to do? He couldn't help him if he wanted too! What was he going to do now? What about Zeke? Oh god..his sister and Augusta.

The blond turned again and then slowly, very slowly he began to realize something he never notice. Closing his human eye he noticed that he could see. Not 100%, more like 40-50% clear. He could see outlines and some shapes moving. But it wasn't the best vision in the world. This startled him. He turned around again and all he could see was rubble everywhere, the flicker of something burning and people, lots of people and familiars.

He had no idea where to go or what to do. But he recalled seeing Zeke being dropped of near him. "ZEKE!" He called out, "KYLE!" He moved towards a shape that he thought might be Zeke, it had wavy hair like him.

Just maybe, it was him. Kris didn't even realize it, but he was crying. Crying a flood with fear and over flowing emotions. He was certain he was even shaking as well. Afterall, he was in his most feared environment, he might of lost his siblings, he could get caught, he could of lost Zeke as well and he had no idea where his lover was even though he thought he might of say him before hell struck out.