An eerie silence permeated through out the building. After being used to
all the noise, the three assassins found the silence very sudden. It was a
silence that could either drown or enhance any small sound that unluckily
happened to occur during it. It was a cold, dark, oppressive lack of all
stimulus sound.
They looked around; using what minimal light that shone from the shattered bulbs threw to the ground. Shadows were everywhere, highlighting the fallen bodies and damaged equipment. Thankfully, it hid the fact that the walls had been literally stained red. All but one dark lump is still, and that one was just barely moving.
Aya stalked forward when he was sure it was safer for him to do so. Ken was still in werewolf from, eyes closed and breathing was ragged from exhaustion and just felt pain from all the wounds he hadn't noticed before. The red head sighed and gently rubbed the ruff of fur around the beast's neck. The muscles beneath his black gloved hand shifted as it opened its eyes. Again, Aya saw the strange overlapping effect.
"Hmm…they must both be there then…" he mused to himself, wondering what the hell he was supposed to do next, those strange eyes, looking so out of place, like a small puppy, but with the body and power of a full grown mad beast. The contrasts, he couldn't help thinking, were a little bit frightening.
"It's over…" he said quietly, watching Ken's ears pick up at the sound of his voice. The werewolf's muzzle came up, and nuzzled his hand softly with a quiet whimper. Aya gazed at him for a moment and then said.
"Come on, let's go home."
~~~Meanwhile~~~~
Nagi and Farfarello walked into their home's door about half an hour after receiving the 'all clear' page from Brad. This was one time when Farfie had been aloud to drive since poor lil Nagi was still obviously too young, he thought with a scowl. This was the last time that he, the almighty Nagi Naoe was going to let him self be caught in traffic while Farfie was driving, his friend liked to sing in the car. Not that he had a bad voice, on the contrary, Nagi thought he sounded good. However, the psychopath also liked songs that were heavy on the techno. Like techno remix to the 'Phantom of the Opera'. This made the small dark haired boy shudder with repressed horror. He much preferred the classical version.
Opening the door, Nagi causiously peered around the hall way, looking for any sign that this might be a trap, seeing that it was safe for the moment, he entered, with Farfarello following close behind as back up. Finding the living room in shambles, his dark eyes followed the path of destruction to the two sleeping males. He looked back and was amused to see Farfie grinning.
"What's so grinable?" the boy asked his companion as he absently set about straightening up the destroyed room. The golden eyed man only pointed over to the farthest corner with an amused snort. Nagi, being the courious lil bugger that he is, obediently turned to look. His dark eyes widened.
"Whaaa! They're sooo cute!!" he squeaked before he could stop himself and put on a calm, collected, and non-fangirlish façade. Still, Nagi couldn't help but smile slightly at the sight. The almighty leader and the sadistic mind raider curled up in each other's arms like a pair of teddy bears with the Velcro paws.
I suppose you could say that image was true. Neither Crawford nor Schuldrich had moved to where they had fallen after the American had sedated his counterpart and fell with him to the floor. What Crawford hadn't realized was that he had kept his hold on the German. Nagi figured those two were in for a rather rude awakening. However, for now, he had to concentrate on getting the trashed room cleaned up.
Damn it was useful being a telekinetic sometimes.
They looked around; using what minimal light that shone from the shattered bulbs threw to the ground. Shadows were everywhere, highlighting the fallen bodies and damaged equipment. Thankfully, it hid the fact that the walls had been literally stained red. All but one dark lump is still, and that one was just barely moving.
Aya stalked forward when he was sure it was safer for him to do so. Ken was still in werewolf from, eyes closed and breathing was ragged from exhaustion and just felt pain from all the wounds he hadn't noticed before. The red head sighed and gently rubbed the ruff of fur around the beast's neck. The muscles beneath his black gloved hand shifted as it opened its eyes. Again, Aya saw the strange overlapping effect.
"Hmm…they must both be there then…" he mused to himself, wondering what the hell he was supposed to do next, those strange eyes, looking so out of place, like a small puppy, but with the body and power of a full grown mad beast. The contrasts, he couldn't help thinking, were a little bit frightening.
"It's over…" he said quietly, watching Ken's ears pick up at the sound of his voice. The werewolf's muzzle came up, and nuzzled his hand softly with a quiet whimper. Aya gazed at him for a moment and then said.
"Come on, let's go home."
~~~Meanwhile~~~~
Nagi and Farfarello walked into their home's door about half an hour after receiving the 'all clear' page from Brad. This was one time when Farfie had been aloud to drive since poor lil Nagi was still obviously too young, he thought with a scowl. This was the last time that he, the almighty Nagi Naoe was going to let him self be caught in traffic while Farfie was driving, his friend liked to sing in the car. Not that he had a bad voice, on the contrary, Nagi thought he sounded good. However, the psychopath also liked songs that were heavy on the techno. Like techno remix to the 'Phantom of the Opera'. This made the small dark haired boy shudder with repressed horror. He much preferred the classical version.
Opening the door, Nagi causiously peered around the hall way, looking for any sign that this might be a trap, seeing that it was safe for the moment, he entered, with Farfarello following close behind as back up. Finding the living room in shambles, his dark eyes followed the path of destruction to the two sleeping males. He looked back and was amused to see Farfie grinning.
"What's so grinable?" the boy asked his companion as he absently set about straightening up the destroyed room. The golden eyed man only pointed over to the farthest corner with an amused snort. Nagi, being the courious lil bugger that he is, obediently turned to look. His dark eyes widened.
"Whaaa! They're sooo cute!!" he squeaked before he could stop himself and put on a calm, collected, and non-fangirlish façade. Still, Nagi couldn't help but smile slightly at the sight. The almighty leader and the sadistic mind raider curled up in each other's arms like a pair of teddy bears with the Velcro paws.
I suppose you could say that image was true. Neither Crawford nor Schuldrich had moved to where they had fallen after the American had sedated his counterpart and fell with him to the floor. What Crawford hadn't realized was that he had kept his hold on the German. Nagi figured those two were in for a rather rude awakening. However, for now, he had to concentrate on getting the trashed room cleaned up.
Damn it was useful being a telekinetic sometimes.