The Devil's Ball

[Kazn Ezel]

If he had not been so nervous Kazn might have been able to enjoy the spectacle for what it was. He had moved away from the cage since it had become such an obvious target area. Instead his focus had been on managing a few minor details, but he had been distracted by some Boogie children. He took a moment to entertain them with the showmanship of his talent. He produced a couple flowers for the children and crafted a beautiful headdress for one young girl in particular. Setting it on her head he sent the child away with what might have been a real smile.

His children would have only been so lucky to have received the same treatment from him when they were younger.

The fight seemed to be moving along, and for a brief moment Kazn wondered if it was going to end and everything was going to go off without a hitch. It would be a good thing for his people, but a bad thing for him if that was the way things transpired here. Kazn hardly thrilled at the idea of taking a fall for public safety concerns. The gunshot and explosion reaffirmed what he had already known before the night had begun.

Unfortunately, he had been standing near the glass when it gave out.

The eldest Ezel had been knocked off his feet and against the ground. His coat and clothes seemed a little more crimson than they had been before, but he was doing much better than some others who had been near the north wall. Clumsily he clambered to his feet and tossed the gold mask and the red feathers accompanying it to the floor. His face was uncut thanks to the full mask, but he was bleeding from several other nonvital areas. Most notably, his hands were bleeding.

There was a surge of memories that threatened to wash over him, but Kazn pushed them aside. Now as not the time for painful flashbacks. Now was the time for action. He drew his saber out on the off chance that he'd need the weapon and he shouted to his children. "Call the fight off!" Now was hardly a time for celebration. It would be better to cut the slave and Boogie losses here and have those who could not fight flee while the remainder stayed here and made their stand.

For a brief moment Kazn wondered if he would die here. When that feeling passed he could not help but wonder if the children got out. Luther was already in action, so damage control had begun. It had also gotten quite dark. No doubt it was Naelona's doing. In an environment like this Anolean would be able to cut down rebels just as quickly as Luther could shoot them. They had already lost.

Could it be said that anyone really won?

[Sarah Roberts]

Sarah looked back into Kyle's eyes as he spoke to her. She loved the way he was looking at her, but hated what he was saying. Damn it, Kyle, why do you have to be such a hero? she asked herself. Truth was, a part of her understood. It didn't agree any more than the rest of her, but it understood. She knew by the way he was acting that there would be no talking him out of this. Fine. If he was going to do something this stupid, she sure as hell wasn't going to let him do it alone. She loved him, and had agreed to marry him. It had taken them both being dragged into hell, or away from it, depending on how one chose to look at it, to realize what they had with one another. Sarah wasn't about to let him throw that away. If she could, she'd help him. However, if they were to die, they'd die together. Sarah wouldn't have it any other way.

She was just about to tell Kyle all of this, when the gunshot went off. It scared the shit out of her, but not more so than what happened next. An explosion went off, and, before she could figure out what was going on, Kris had been shoved into her, knocking her away, only to see Kyle buried under what was once a balcony. She couldn't move, at first. All she could do was look at the pile of rubble, her eye wide, her mouth agape. No discernible thoughts were going through her head. Only shock at what she'd just witnessed. She stood there, frozen.

When she finally was able to do something, the first thing she did was scream. "KYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Sarah ran to the rubble, all other thoughts gone from her mind, and began trying to dig her love out. She didn't even notice Kris yelling around for help. She didn't even think to call for help, herself. There was no time. Kyle needed her. She needed to get to him. She needed to get him out. Where did all this stone come from? Why was it still keeping her away from Kyle? She needed to get it off. Get to Kyle. Help him. Please, Kyle, please still be alive!!!

[Jasmine Krisp]

Things were moving way to fast for Jasmine Krisp to comprehend.

First, Kyle had run from her. Left with only a scrap of leather and a wide, worried stare, Jasmine had turned to Shae with barley a frown. "He has a temper, yes..." ...but he's more scared than anything now. She left the last part of her sentence out as she watched Kristopher Roberts, her Kyle's little brother, fight rather well for such a frail child. She didn't see him yelling at the blond under the balcony, or the way a young woman approached them. Jazz just tried to remain distant to them. Behind walls she'd spent days putting up and years breaking down.

Then the walls exploded. Gold eyes shot up from the match, first to the wave of glass that washed across the room, then to the man in black upon the balcony. "Who the--?!" the plum woman barley had time to sputter before the flare gun fired and the cage went up in flame, which she bolted from to hide from the light. She ended up right by Shaehern's side, scanning the now dark, riotous, and dangerous room. Shadows covered everything, shouts and cries of confusion filled the air...Jasmine whipped her hands to untie the mask that covered her eyes.

In the light, she was weak. Now, in darkness, she was in her true world.

In the near-pitch black, her eyes lit up like small suns in themselves, casting shadows from how her bangs shrouded them. This was Naelona's work, not the rebels, so Jazz was sure the dark would last for quite some time. Throwing more looks around the crowd, she spotted the rubble and the blond crying for help and the young woman trying to dig through the rocks. Why was she trying? Had somebody been buried in the collapse?

"KYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Jazz broke into a run, straight for where Sarah was trying to reach her brother. The little Boogie reached her quicker than she physically should have, eyes illuminating her face. "Move, child." Jasmine reached and pushed Sarah gently to the side...gently actually shoving the girl from the pile. Small pale hands gripped one of the larger rock she could and, with the strength Boogies possessed, managed to lift it away. It was heavy, even for her. I need help... "Shaehern!! Give me a hand!!" Jazz tossed another rock from where Kyle was buried. The weight wouldn't have killed him. Unless he'd been hit in the head...and then...

"Dammit, you stupid boy!" she snarled, "I saved you from death once, I'm not letting to die this easily...!!!"

[Zeke Suzushima]

There's an old saying that anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.

That law was very, very true to some people. For Zeke, it was the moment the gunshot went off that things just seemed to got from horrible to total shit-storm. He opened his blue/green eyes to the roof of the cage, more hearing the panic than seeing it through the smoke and glass and roses. What the hell had happened?! It sounded like a goddamn bomb going off. There was also the little fact that, suddenly, the whole cage had gone up in flames...whoever was trying to get them out must not have realized that fire hurts.

Zeke-"Kris" shrunk away from the wall, closer to Elric, just in time to be caught in a world of darkness with his wrist held, dragged back into the shadows around him.

Oh great. Just fucking great.

Once he was back on solid ground, the first thing Zeke heard was the cries of his dear twin. "KRIS!!" he shouted his response, barley able to see even shapes in the dark. He did make out what he though was a head of wavy, messy hair...crying his name. It had to be his twin, right? Who else would be looking for him? "Kris..." Zeke shot to his feet and reached forward, flinching a bit when he met the shape's shoulders, I think it's a shoulder, and felt something hot and wet dripping from the figures face. Tears.

Found you.

"Kami-sama...is that you, Kris...?" the older blond whispered, not even bothering with waiting for a response and wrapping his arms around his twin. Thank God...thank God...he's safe...he's okay...

...we need to get out of here.

[Shaehern Azhrarn]

Everything went to hell so quickly. Shaehern should have expected something bad to go wrong tonight. Looking back on everything else it would have seemed that anyone with half a mind would have been able to see it coming. However, Shaehern had allowed his mind to get lost in the preparations and in the fun of the event itself. There had been nothing to worry about, after all.

As a man who planned everything out in advance this seemed like a terrible and unexpected surprise. Even on a good day something like this would completely have thrown Shaehern off of his game. His position in the room removed him from the potential damage. He was grateful for his meeting of Jasmine earlier this evening. If she had not walked up to him and initiated conversation, it was likely that he would still be up there on one of those balconies when they fell down.

Iugo had still be on one of those balconies.

That was a horrid consideration, and Shaehern had no time to consider how to confirm or deny his suspicion. "FORM UP!" His usually calm command was much more nervous in tone. Thirteen wisps appeared before Shaehern in the most rapid method possible. They provided weak illumination in the unnatural darkness surrounding him. "Aleya, find the boy Jasmine is looking for. The rest of you are to light a path to the exit for people to follow." An unusually kindhearted gesture from Shaehern, but perhaps he just wanted to escape as quickly as he could when the time came.

Kicking off his heels Shaehern ran as best as he could in his dress to where Jasmine had ran. There was the dim red light Aleya shed to provide him some direction. The wisp ducked in and out of the rubble before it found a body and continued to bob above the placement. "Path of least resistance, Aleya."

The wisp ducked down and bobbed up repeatedly over large chunks of rubble. Shaehern was a lithe man, but more muscular than one might expect. Fortified by the supernatural sturdiness of Boogies, it meant that he was quite a bit stronger than a human his size would be. He still did not lift the rocks easily, but he tossed them aside at a great pace.

Why was he digging? He did not know anyone who was buried. Likely it was that he was not even helping anyone who liked him. It was strange... the things you would do for a friend.

[Elric Vlarintos]

Elric grunted as he had been elbowed in the back, but the intended outcome did little more than temporarily unbalance him on his bad ankle. The differences in his size and the impostor's size provided much more leverage than could be expected. How much longer before the rebels made their movement?

Elric turned about and readied himself to make another attack against his unknown foe, but he heard the gunshot. "About time," Elric muttered, but he was hardly prepared for what came next. There was an explosion, both a literal and a metaphorical explosion. Noise filled his ears as screams and death sounded from above. There must have been quite a commotion. It might very well have been that this cage was the safest place in the room right now.

Well, it was until someone shot a flare at it.

The cage was on fire. It took a moment for that simple fact to fully set in to Elric's mind. The cage was on fire. Someone had literally just taken the current situation and turned it into the worst-case scenario that Elric could dare imagine. The cage was on fire. If it weren't for the sheer horror of that idea, Elric might have found it ironic that a human could commit such an atrocity against fellow humans in the name of freedom.

Elric sat down on the ground and tried to calm his mind. It wasn't working. There had been a door that was covered by a rosebush. Now it was on fire. Theoretically he could hack away at it and try to escape, but it was just as likely that he would get kicked back in. It had gotten dark at some point, and that relaxed Elric more, but he still felt the radiation of the heat from the walls. It might have been that it never could touch him, but it was likely to turn into an oven in here.

There was a hand grasping at his weapon and at him. It happened very quickly and he was dragged through that uncomfortable space which did not exist. Rotated through an impossible dimension so that he was somewhere else, Elric realized that he was away from the fire and unarmed. The slick and slimy feeling of a tongue being shoved down his mouth made Elric's hairs crawl down his back. He knew who it was, and that just made it all the more sick.

Elric had no idea what Anolean's parting words meant, but he had no way of running away from whatever threat Anolean perceived. However, the way his Master spoke to him, it seemed that he considered this worse than being in the cage. Either it was a horror that Elric could not understand, or Anolean simply did not know how much fire terrified him.

Elric looked up and saw the large Boogie from before in the dim light. "He didn't." Elric was hardly certain which was the best course of action, but he knew that escape seemed unlikely. Elric tried moving away as quickly as his injured leg would allow him. He'd just have to pray that the Boogie with the crossbow wouldn't shoot him in the back.

[Kristopher Roberts]

"Kris?"

Kristopher was never so happy in his life as when he felt his twins hands upon his shoulders. The tears where coming down heavily on the younger blond. "It's dark." Kristopher muttered to his twin, embracing his twin as soon as he knew it was him, his boogie eye allowed him to see enough to know where he was and by the looks of it, he had stumbled into a side hall.

"Im so sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean for any of this to happen. Zeke, Im so sorry and now its all dark and I don't know what happened to Kyle. I think a balcony fell on him and I couldn't do anything!" He declared as he clang to his twin, crying into the crook of his neck, shaking horribly.

Kristopher was trying so hard to gather his wits. It was dark, he was in his nightmare right now and he had no idea if he lost his brother or not. Kristopher just wanted some kind of light, anything to take the shadows away.

Though, right now through all the chaos would be the best time for a switch even though he was frightened and feared for his life as well as his families. Pulling himself away from his twin, he ran his hands over his eyes, needing to be brave. "W--W---we need to change, before the shadows go away. They can't know you where there or what we did. What I was doing."

His voice cracked but he waisted little time in taking off Zeke's mask and then his own, switching them. He then started on his own attire to change. It wouldn't take long for the two to change, it would literally take them less then five minutes and that was all the time they needed to return to normal, with Kris still panicking and wondering what he was going to do.

He was so happy to see Zeke alive and breathing, but also he felt guilt for what happened, for what could of happened. But now wasn't the time to talk about it or think about it. They would have to move and move fast.

[Luther Verhulst]

This event turned chaotic really quickly. It may have been chaos that the rebellious slaves put into motion, but it quickly became chaos that their Boogie masters were controlling. Things got dark--Luther was fairly certain that humans were poorly adjusted to dim light. He could not see perfectly in the shadows on his own, but he was more than capable of making out the outlines and figures running about. The figures were locked in gray-scale, but none of them seemed to be making much of a struggle.

Luther did not see whether or not he struck his first target. Likely it was nothing more than a figurehead that had been meant to attract his attention. Then again, it might very well have been that the rebels had a fool for a leader. Standing where everyone could see you was good for the laws of a show, but it also made you an easy target. In Luther's mind that was why Kazn had passed off the announcing position to his daughter.

A minor detail, however. Luther shot one of the shadowy figures that seemed to rush in towards him. The bolt had been aimed for the head and the shadow dropped immediately. In the same ruthlessly efficient manner his crossbow was loaded again and ready to be fired once more. Something was closing in on him and Luther could tell. He whirled about and thought he could make out the outline of two figures. Given context it seemed that Anolean might have dropped off a panicked present. "Filthy scrap of cow leather," Luther muttered as he shot at the retreating figure. Luther's target area on that one was the leg and he watched it stumble forward. That one would not be moving anywhere.

Luther had used three of his shots already, then a fourth and a fifth. The darkness gave him issues picking out effective targets, so he just moved about ever so slightly. Maybe he'd be able to pick off a few people by the door. He moved away in an attempt to centralize his position more between where he had been standing when it became dark and the door, where people would be escaping. Luther could not help but chuckle when he got closer. Someone had set up a string of lights, though they hardly showed up in these circumstances.

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The balcony had fallen, but the beast survived. Against all common sense it had leaped out and caught a hanging tapestry on the wall. The tapestry had been torn into ruins upon the beast's descent. Left without commands and in the dark the beast wandered off to find it's own target.

One should not let the beasts of nightmares wander freely. In the dark it could move about nigh invisibly. The only indicators of position were the steady clack of its nails against the stone floor and those bright red eyes that seemed to pierce through all the darkness. The eyes were high enough that one might have confused the beast for a man. It hovered at one of the side hallways. There were two fleshbags here.

Another indicator of position could be added to the list as ivory-colored fangs made their presence known in the dark. A chill dread filled the air and made the fears of the mind known to the heart. This supernatural fear was why even the bravest of souls faltered in front of the Black Dogs.

[Piper Wren]

In the explosion Piper instinctively covered her head with her bared arms, shards of glass making small cuts in the exposed skin. The same crimson as the dress she had been made to wear. She swallowed a scream when Augusta was shot but in the chaos was completely stuck on what to do, the only thing which unfroze her feet from the floor was the cage going up in flames. Piper had to start getting people out of here, she rushed over to a group of people who were taking cover near the rubble. The young woman was no leader but she was going to have to make the best of it, she pulled them to their feet and started barking orders. Quite unlike her in a usual situation…but then again, this was not a usual situation.

“Get out of here, now! Take anyone you can with you!”

She had to find Kristopher and get him out of here next, things were getting out of hand again and very quickly. Her eyes flitted across the room, trying not to panic as she looked for her friend. Where was he? People were running around and the explosions made it impossible to get a clear view. The smoke from the cage fire above was still floating around the room, the acrid, black smoke catching the back of Piper’s throat and making her cough. She spotted two blond heads through the chaos, one of them had to be Kris. Difficult to tell who though, they both looked exactly the same and were in a lot of trouble. A large black dog was blocking their escape, what the hell was she going to do?

‘Come on, Piper! Think! Think of something, anything!’

[Augusta Davingoun]

Of course, things never really went as planned. Well, not as the Rebel Leader planned them. Setting the cage on fire was not a stupid mistake though, that was a brilliant one. Augusta knew well that even if the flare hadn't burned a hole through the cage, The Ezel's would never let Kristopher and Elric burn to death. And whattayah know? Anolean got them out. But of course, Augy wasn't really thinking about that aspect right now. He was more worried about the fact that Luther was shooting crossbow bolts at him!

Hitting the ground he felt a sharp and agonizing pain in his left arm. Almost immediately he used his right to pull out a short katana from behind his back. Of course everything turned dark then.

Naelona that little bit--!!

Indeed it was a good move on Luthers part to shoot again, because Aughy was the same target as he rushed forward in the darkness. Augusta may have poor eyesight without his glasses but when wearing them he saw just like any other slave. So it took awhile before his eyes adjusted. He knew if he was heading at Luther he was going to get shot in the head. He ducked just as the sharp noise ran out again and he could feel the crossbow bolt pass just over his head. But with his luck he was able to not run head-first into Luther as the Boogie became preoccupied.

Augusta did his best to not hit things, but the dark limited his sight. Not really bad but enough to were he could only see if it was close to him. He stopped in a less crowded area and opened his coat, he pulled his now paralyzed arm though, after removing the bolt of course, and let the limp arm hang by his side. He buttoned his coat back up, now the cloth held his arm in place so it wasn't dangling around like a piece of dead flesh. Less of a distraction.

Now that he wasn't worried about himself losing an eye from a crossbow bolt, he needed to find Piper. Like a gift from heaven he heard her yelling and bossing people around. Unusual but he headed towards the sound, relying on his other senses, he couldn't rely on his vision with such little light in here. He didn't find Piper though, He was on the opposite side, therefor he found two blond boys instead. He stopped running and cautiously walked up by Zeke. He stood for a second and as he turned his head, the red paint across the left eye of his mask was clearly visible through the darkness. It must have been the moon from the now shattered wall of windows.

[Kyle Roberts]

Pain. Darkness. A cacophony of ear rending noise. These were the things that Kyle Roberts was aware of before his mind went blank.

He drifted for a bit, floating in a sea of shadows. He could sense absolutely nothing of the world around him; all of his senses seemed to have completely shut down. Now could he move or speak, though he wasn't troubled by it as he might normally be. This was because he was only barely aware that he even existed at all. His mind swirled violently as he drifted and he found himself unable to make it stop. He didn't try much though. For the most part he was simply content to float among the shadows, forever.

But just as he'd resigned himself to this, accepted his fate; a piercing pain shot through his body. He became just aware enough to feel emotion. Anger, at himself. Kyle realized that he was taking the easy route, and he couldn't accept that. The easy way was for those who didn't know how to fight, who were too meek to stand for even themselves. That wasn't him. Kyle was a fighter. He'd never given an inch before anything and damnit he wasn't about to start now!

With a supreme effort he wrenched himself away from the comforting folds of the shadows, forcibly ripping himself back into the world from which he'd come. When he did he was first aware that everything was just as dark as it had been before. This would have made him think he'd failed in his attempt to free himself; if not for the pain. Pain rushed through every pore of his body with agonizing force. He had to clench his teeth hard to keep from crying out it hurt so badly. But somehow he managed to force it down, just enough to discover what was happening.

Raising his throbbing head a bare inch he cast about taking in his surroundings. Through the darkness he could just make out the outlines of stones, shattered and blackened monoliths that surrounded him like a tomb. Vaguely he remembered the balcony falling, the fact that he'd been too late to escape the falling rocks; it was this that made him realize he was buried, trapped beneath tons of stone unless he could free himself.

Carefully he tested his body and surroundings to see what his odds were. To the left he could stretch his arm a bit before he encountered any resistance, though it hurt quite a bit to do so. Right on the other hand, he couldn't tell. All he could feel when he tried to move that arm was that same blinding pain. It didn't take him long to figure that the arm was broken in several places, leaving him one limb down. His left leg was just as bruised as the respective arm, causing him to grimace and screw his face up against the pain as he ripped it free from the rocks it was stuck between. As for his right leg....he couldn't even feel it. Reaching behind him with his working arm he discovered that it was trapped beneath what felt like a portion of one of the stone columns, one that was far too heavy for him to even budge. Quite obviously he was trapped.

At this point the proper reaction would have been to panic and rightfully so. Kyle on the other hand merely pressed his forehead against the cold floor, trying to will himself to think of a way out of his predicament. In the end he could only think of two solutions, one unlikely and the other unwanted. He could remain where he was, hoping that someone would find him before he starved or died of thirst or bloodlusts; and that once found he wouldn’t be killed anyway. He didn't anticipate it as likely. The other option was to sever the trapped leg and try to work himself out, and option that he didn't want to resort to unless absolutely necessary. Despite realizing that there were no other options he still tried to think of them; pushing his mind until it simply shut down and he fell unconscious once more.

This time he didn't drift, in fact he wasn't aware of anything at all; not until he was awoken that is. Said awakening came from an unexpected source; a dim red light bobbing in and out of sight before him. At first he thought he was hallucinating, but he quickly realized that he was sensing things too clearly for that. It wasn't until after the strange light had zipped away that he became aware of the sounds coming from above. He could hear shouting and thuds that as yet he couldn't identify but that seemed to be getting louder.

After a time he felt fresh air seeping into his little tomb, and it was then that he realized someone was removing the stones from above him. He didn't know how long he'd been unconscious for, but he had the odd feeling that not much time had passed. That surprised him almost as much as the fact that he was being dug out at all. Most people would have cried out to the rescuer but Kyle merely remained silent. He knew that it could very well just be some boogie looking for crushed humans to feast on; and if that was the case then he'd be better off pretending to be dead for the moment. And so he merely waited in silence.

When finally he could fell the last rock being lifted away, the air rushing in to fill the hole; he carefully moved his head so that he could look up and see who it was that had found him. Immediately he saw that the room was covered in an unnatural blanket of shadows that could only have been formed by Naelona, which told him that his mistress was still in the room somewhere. From the sounds he heard he could tell that the rebels were still here as well, fighting the boogies as they tried to accomplish whatever it was they had in mind.

But what he noticed most of all, more than anything else, were the pair of almost glowing golden eyes staring down at him. Those eyes were something that he could never mistake, the face they were set in one he'd never forget. Kyle smiled a bit to himself, glad that it was she who had found him. He opened his mouth to speak but only ended up choking on the dust and blood that filled it. A minute or two was spent coughing the obstruction out before he stubbornly croaked. "Two for two now eh?"

[Naelona Ezel]

"Thank you, Anolean." Taking the tonto she tucked it safely away for the moment. "You let them out?" she hissed to her twin, coal eyes flickering to the still burning, rose-laden cage. Like most if not the rest of Wonderland, Nae was also oblivious to Elric's inherent fear. But wasn't it the fight that had provoked to Rebels to move? Wasn't taking the two slaves out of the cage into this dark midst the very thing they'd want? "They moved for them, you should make them come here and get them, not toss them into this dark midst where they want them!" So what if it was a little warm? They wouldn't die - well, one of them wouldn't at least.

Great, now both Kristopher and Elric were out loose in this mess, and with Luther about - no doubt to shoot at any slave that moved - this was just getting better by the minute. Just perfect. Juuuust splendidly wonderful. Damnit. Given the sounds of the crossbow and it's repeated firings, her presumption was correct as well. Just as long as they actually hit what they were brought here for.

"Anolean.. find what rebels you can.. just be mindful of our overzealous 'guard'." Glancing about for where her brother had dropped off Kris and Elric, Naelona also noted that their mysterious masked slave was also missing. "They cannot have moved far yet." If anyone, her brother would probably have the easiest time moving in such an environment as this. To think - he had practically unlimited movement at the moment. It could be like a playground of old.

"Get out of here, now! Take anyone you can with you!" Came some young voice echoing from across the spacious room. Naelona glared at the direction of the source. Someone else was trying to give orders, someone very young and very naive. "Bring all slaves to the center!" Came Naelona's voice, loud and clear across the ballroom as shadows laxed their strength about the cage, letting the fire glow dimly like some ill omen, a beacon of their own demise. They wouldn't go inside it - no - but they should be set near it.

There were Rebels there in that very room. No slave should leave until each had been checked and accounted for. The leftovers.. well.. those would be a much different story. Setting off in a swift pace Naelona caught the first slave she ran into by the ear, pitching them towards the middle of the room. "Go towards the center." The child balked and stumbled, but complied with a smart crack across the side. "Move, or I'll drag your corpse."

Continuing her walk she lifted her voice above the cries and yells, the occasional scream or cry. "They are here, in this room! Let no slave leave save first checked by our hands!" The Ezel really couldn't have asked for a better opportunity.

[Jasmine Krisp]

Jasmine's face lit up like her eyes when Shaehern listened to her and sent his little spark of light to help, as well as running over to help life the rocks. She mumbled a quiet "Thank you" before jumping nimbly to the spot the light had indicated and lifting, hiking more and more boulders out of the way. Terror and panic began showing her the worst things she could find. His head split by a rock, blood pouring out of him in buckets, brains covering the rocks around him...his limbs shattered and red with white bone...

God DAMMIT woman, stop thinking like this!!!

Finally the saw something through the rocks. A little something. Blood.

"Kyle..." with one last heave, Jazz chucked the rock from over his head, exposing him. He wasn't as hurt as the physically-young woman had feared, but he wasn't unscathed. His arm, his leg, they were busted. She could tell. But since he was breathing, her eyes softened with the warmth of a mother once more as she leaned down to touch his face with her hand as he coughed. "We aren't even any more, that's for sure..." she swatted him, "...moron."

Pulling back her hand, the plum moved to life the other rocks that had crushed her Kyle's arm, releasing it from it's broken captivity, before tossing her gaze to the column over his right leg. That must hurt like a bitch, the Boogie thought as a choked gasp escaped her throat. "The pillar...Shaehern, could you...?" Jasmine hoped to the side of the column and put her hands to it. It would take her and her new friend to move it...maybe even more than them.

Again she turned to Kyle, catching his eye briefly. The smile that grew on her face made her eyes glow brighter. "You're safe now. It's okay."

God, please let it be okay.

[Zeke Suzushima]

Despite the terrifying desperation in his twin's voice, Zeke couldn't help but smile a little, feeling Kris hugging him. At least he now knew his brother-not-by-blood was alive, not trampled by the fallen balcony or shot by the large Boogie with the crossbow. Of course when Zeke heard that Kyle was under the rocks his skin went cold as ice, more worry flooding his features. Even though they'd only met once...and their meeting had been more ''busy" than anything...Zeke did like Kyle a lot. And not just cause they'd screwed.

He had been begging for Kristopher's life. That's more than enough reasons for me to like him, isn't it.

Quick as he could the older blond started to un-do his shirt while simultaneously take out the remaining contact, since Kris had already switched their masks. Thank God they were in the side hall and out of sight from the rest of the world. It'd be bad if anyone, Shaehern for example, caught them switching. They'd be fucked. Though, with Shae, that could be more literal than Zeke wanted.

He froze. Somebody was in the hall. Two somebodies. But in the shadow, he was more worried about the large, growling black dog than the man drabbed in all black. Fucking. A. Half dressed in the bondage-pants and the white dress-shirt buttoned down, he looked very much like Kris...cept for his eyes and mask. Maybe this stranger wouldn't notice. But still, the Black Dog was a tiny (enormous) bit more problematic.

"S-Shit." Blue orbs eyed the Dog in terror. "Th-This is bad..."

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher tired to push all his worries away from his mind as he changed clothing with his twin. He was trying to make plans in his head but he wasn't certain how to carry them out. The blond removed his contacts so he was back to his orginial eye color. He had just finished buttioning up his own shirt, vest and sliding on his coat when he noticed someone appear with them.

The blond was startled, and took a side step away. Of course, thats also when he heard the dog growling. He turned his vision to it and saw it as clear as day. "Oh. My. God." Kristopher stated with wide eyes, reaching out he took his twin by the hand. Oh, they where fucked and in a dead end hallway with a man in black and a black dog.

That was one fucking familiar he didn't want to deal with! Terror hit Kristopher right in the face full force. This wasn't a familiar he knew, but merely heard about. Which meant that Luther was either close by or the beast was hunting on its own.

Neither was a good thing.

"Zeke...don't move. Maybe he doesn't see us..." Or so he hoped as his red eye stared at the beast, hoping it didn't see him.

"Go away, go away, go away, go away..." The blong chanted over and over in his head, he wasn't even certain what to make of the other person near him and Zeke.