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The lights blared annoyingly over the sea of writhing bodies. Loud rock music pounded from surround sound speakers, creating a deafening racket over which people had to yell to be heard. But that was fine for him. He didn't like loud music, or even crowds of people, but the knowledge that soon the last of those who opposed him would be dead, or captured made the noise and annoyance seem extremely trivial. Soon Hiwatari would be no longer a thorn in his side and the last of the demons from his past would be dead.
"This place is crawling with Angels…" a voice beside him muttered extremely loudly, the person's eyes darting around with suspicion. "We could probably torch the place and kill every single resistance member that exists on this planet!"
Tala laughed, reaching up to adjust his half mask. "You're probably right, but in torching the Angels we'd also be torching our allies. Not all the hidden faces you see are the enemy Ian."
The shorter young man scoffed, wanting sorely to take off his chafing mask. He wasn't big on Tala's masquerade idea, but he had to admit, that it had gotten their enemies in one place. Of course they couldn't actually see them and one mask in the crowd looked very much like the next. However, it was painfully obvious that many of the bodies that were swaying to the blaring music were Angel members.
"Have patience Ian, it will work out. Trust me." With those words Tala moved off, disappearing into the throng of people.
Ian rolled his eyes. Like Tala was actually hiding under the black half mask he was wearing. His blood red, uniquely styled hair gave him away. And it wasn't like he didn't stand out in his tight black leather pants and black wife beater that was like a second skin. Ian had seen the female heads turn…all of them. It was slightly sickening, and he couldn't help but feel a bit jealous. Tala always got all the attention.
Stupid Tala.
He sighed heavily adjusting his mask once more while mentally preparing himself to move through the throng of people trying to recognize any of the most wanted criminals. Maybe he would run into Bryan. That would prove more amusement than pretending to dance. Bryan was sure to be in a pissy mood. He grinned at the thought. Yes he would have to find Bryan, if only to annoy the hell out of him.
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Liika swayed her hips in time with the heavy beat of an electric guitar. Her eyes were always moving around, ever on the watch for the familiar heads of hair that could only belong to the Demolition Boys. While she was fairly confident that none of them could see through her disguise, she couldn't help but be nervous. She disliked being so close to those she hated. The thought that he was in the same room as her made her want to dry heave. The only thing that made her rest easy was that Nadie was no where near the large warehouse that the masquerade was being held in. She was situated safely in a safe house on the other side of Moscow with Emily and Garland. Though that thought didn't really sit well with her either. She didn't trust Garland, he looked too much like him, and even though this was unfair she just couldn't ignore her motherly instincts. That was the main reason why Emily was with them as well. Liika could rest assured that Nadie was in good hands if she was with Emily.
"You're fretting again aren't you?" Enrique said loudly, leaning in so that his mouth was right next to her ear.
Liika looked up, blinking, slightly disconcerted by his black hair and green eyes. The transformation was almost too much, if she didn't know what his mask looked like she would have never recognized him. "Heh, heh," she laughed nervously, smiling sheepishly. "You got me."
Enrique shook his head patting her on the head, avoiding the adorable little pigtails that stuck out wildly from the back of her head. "You know what Kai and Mari said about that," he admonished gently, winking, "Don't worry. Things will work out. The bit beasts will be confused by our scents, the D Boys by our looks."
"Enrique's right," a new voice cut in, yelling above the throne.
The two turned slightly to see Oliver step up behind them and slip his arms around Liika's neck from behind. His deep maroon hair tickled her ear as some of it had escaped the loose elastic band that held the shoulder length locks back. Liika smiled, leaning back against him.
"But that's not what you were worrying about was it? Nadya will be fine, I promise." He murmured in her ear, giving her a reassuring squeeze.
Liika turned her head to look into his violet eyes. "How do you do it? You're not even around that much and you pin pointed my worry exactly."
Oliver smiled softly. "Kai asked me to check on you as he is unable. He must keep to the shadows, watching. The make up covering his tattoos is not exactly stable." He said, moving his eyes from hers to Enrique.
Enrique however, had escaped a few feet away to dance with the pretty Spanish princess. Apparently he saw Liika was in good hands and decided to have fun on his own. "Thanks, but I'm fine. I just had a little spacey moment. I'm good now." She replied, pulling away from Oliver's embrace.
"Good." Oliver then grabbed her hand and began to pull her through the crowd until he was content with a spot then stopped, turned and began to dance. "Dance with me," he smiled.
Liika couldn't help but smile back and join him in moving with the music. "Another order from Kai?"
He shook his head. "No, you just looked like you needed a good distraction."
"I think you do read me rather well, despite what you say."
He laughed. "Perhaps. Or Perhaps I'm just good at reading people in general."
Liika shook her head, her smile growing into a grin. "Perhaps!"
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Kai watched everything silently from the shadows in the corner of the room. He couldn't afford to move through the people. His disguise was far too precarious. Wigs were notorious for being pulled off, and make up wiped off easily. His whole mask was little protection against seeing his facial tattoos. If someone got close enough they would see the blue markings, and if it was the right person, then they would be hooped.
It was dark in the warehouse, the perfect setting of any gothic ball, but spot lights moved over the crowd, sometimes centering on someone, sometimes just moving aimlessly. He couldn't take the chance.
He had already seen Tala and Spencer. Tala had walked right past him with out a second glance. Not even the bit beast that trod confidently at the red head's side turned its head. Which told Kai that their complete disguises were a success. Yet, the sight of the living, breathing bit beast unnerved him. Sure, Spencer and Esperanza had told them of them, but he didn't actually think it was possible. Whoever gave Biovolt the technology was a force to be reckoned with, and it made Kai nervous to know that there was someone out there with the science to do something as momentous as create living things out of sacred spirits.
He worried about Liika. He didn't like the thought that she was alone somewhere in the crowd, practically a sitting duck should someone recognize her. That was why he sent Oliver to shadow her. He also knew that she was probably worried about Nadya, as she always did when she was forced to be apart from the baby. He wished he could be by her side himself, to protect her from whatever evil awaited somewhere in the crowd of people. But it wasn't possible. It was his job to wait on the outskirts for an opportune moment, should it come, to destroy the menace that hung over the world.
Kai had yet to see the man he hated with every ounce of his soul. He had begun to wonder if Bryan was actually present at the party. It was only a small wonder as Kai knew that Tala probably made him come.
Kai's disguised ice blue eyes once again fell on the lanky red head that ran the world with such brutal efficiency. He was laughing, flirting openly with another masked red head. The woman was no doubtly beautiful behind her half mask. Her glossy light red locks were tied up in two buns, wrapped brightly in indigo ribbon that matched her almost suffocating vinyl tube top and skirt and going well with the black fish net that encased her arms and abdomen. Her lips were painted with dark purple lipstick, and some dark color eye shadow framed her crystal blue eyes.
From the way Tala was flirting with her, he had been working on her a long time, which meant that Tala knew her before the party. Kai wondered who the woman was that could capture the arrogant dictator's attention long enough to cause him to actually work at seducing a woman. Kai's curiosity peaked.
Tala was a womanizer. It was a statement of fact. But the fact that some woman had managed to not only capture his attention, but elude him intrigued Kai. He would have liked to meet the woman that was apparently fascinating in herself. Yet something bothered Kai about her. His eyes moved down her figure once more.
She had to be more important than just another pretty face Tala kept around to amuse himself. There had to be a reason that Tala hadn't just ordered her to his bed, fucked her until he had enough and then tossed her aside. Kai could tell that Tala hadn't had his way with her, he could tell by the way the red head was obviously straining to keep the woman's attention, and by the interest that lit his turquoise eyes. Tala never looked at a woman in that way if he had already had her.
It scared Kai knowing how well he knew the red head. He wondered slightly if the dictator knew him as well as he knew the dictator. Fourteen years was a long time to grow up with someone. And if Tala knew Kai as well as Kai knew Tala, then they could be in serious trouble. Knowing him meant predicting his moves. Kai wondered if it hadn't been a colossal mistake coming to the ball.
Just then the object of Kai's thoughts looked up, his turquoise eyes meeting Kai's blue ones. Electricity snapped and panic welled in Kai's chest. Even disguised there was no mistaking the animosity between the two men. Tala's eyes narrowed and he leaned down to whisper something in the woman's ear.
He then straightened and started towards Kai, his gaze calculating. A slight smirk tilted his lips in one corner, and Kai had to fight the urge to pull out the small gun he had hidden in his boot and shoot the red head dead. He knew if he did that, it would be all over. He would be dead, and chances are so would the rest of the Angels that crowded the packed building.
"Kind of lonely standing in a dark corner by yourself wouldn't you say?" Tala's sarcastic voice drawled, breaking Kai out of his panicked state. He would not let Tala get the better of him!
"I prefer it." Kai answered, lowering his voice and changing his accent slightly, completing the disguise.
Tala didn't look surprised, in fact he looked completely unmoved. "Really," he drawled, rocking back on his heels, his eyes surveying Kai casually, "Then why, may I ask are you even here? One doesn't generally go to a party if they don't like them."
To his Kai's credit, he remained perfectly calm and aloof, surveying Tala right back with cold, disinterested eyes. "Woman." Was all he said as an answer. He had a whole story thought up—they all did incase they were questioned—but they would give as little information as possible.
"Ahh, yes, women can be such a handle sometimes don't you agree?" Tala replied, leaning up against the wall beside Kai. "But if she dragged you here, where is she?"
Kai shrugged. "Out there. Somewhere."
An eyebrow rose. "You sure keep your woman on a tight rope."
Ice colored eyes once again clashed with placid turquoise.
"I don't see the need. She knows who she belongs to." Kai said finally, still not looking away.
"Oh really?"
Kai was leery on terming things the way Tala would think. It would either make him suspicious, or would alleviate the suspicion that lurked in the red head's eyes. Kai was banking on the fact that Tala assumed all men thought as he did—that women were mere property of men, to be used as chattel and that should know their place.
"Yes."
"Hm." Tala hummed slightly, moving his gaze from Kai to the crowd of swaying bodies. "Why don't you tell me what really brings you here?"
Once again Kai credited himself continuing on smoothly with out a glitch in movement. He knew that Tala was watching him, always watching him and was extremely suspicious. Tala was too smart for his own good. "I'm tracking someone."
"Ahh, now we're getting somewhere," Tala replied, smiling somewhat maliciously. "And who, pray tell are you looking for? Perhaps I can help you, you do know who I am don't you?"
Kai fought the urge to grit his teeth and roll his eyes. The arrogance that wafted off the red head was enough to make a normal man want to puke. "Your disguise does not hide you very well…Master Valkov." He said tonelessly, staring into the crowd.
Tala chuckled. "It wasn't supposed to. You see I too track someone, multiple people in fact, perhaps we can help each other out." He said, once again looking at Kai.
Kai was silent for a moment, as if to mull over the intriguing idea of working with the most powerful man on the planet. Then, as if he had come to a decision, he looked towards the ceiling, and adjusted his mask. "I seek the Spanish princess Maria Esperanza Isabella Juana de Borbon y Lorenzo, I am paid to bring her back to her father alive." He explained.
"I see," Tala was silent for a moment, one finger running along the edge of his bottom lip in contemplation. "I heard that the little bitch took off and joined the Angels. It seems that our missions are more closely connected than we thought. You see I track the Angels, or more specifically the group of Angels stationed in Europe. They have something precious to me, as well as something precious to Bryan. I want them dead—most of them—and tonight was a cover to get them here. I know they're here, most likely with the rest of their little resistance friends, but finding them in a sea of masks is most difficult don't you think?"
"Indeed." Kai wondered why he was telling him this. Tala wasn't stupid, and knew better than to just walk around announcing his plans to total strangers. He couldn't possible trust him enough to tell him his complete plan in detail. Though it would help them if he did, of course Kai wouldn't trust a thing that came out of the slimy boy's mouth.
"And you face the same problem, how do you propose to find your missing charge in so many masked people? And of course you realize that they will have changed their hair color and eye color with dye, wigs and contacts, oh and their voices with intonation and fake accents." The last part Tala said while looking directly at Kai, a blank look crossing his face.
Kai felt a cold sweat break out over the back of his neck. Tala knew, he had to know…or at least he was close to knowing. Why else would have changed from the singular pronoun to the plural one if he wasn't hinting at something? He needed a way out and fast or their cover was going to be blown. But how?
Just then a loud commotion caught the two young men's attention, causing both to snap their gazes towards the center of the crowd. People were gasping and murmuring in loud voices. Someone screamed and a fight broke out.
It was his chance—he just hoped that whatever it was going on, that it wasn't caused by one of their members and that it didn't involve Liika. Saying nothing he moved almost inhumanly fast, pulling the gun from his boot he brought it up over his head and slammed it down into Tala's temple before the man could realize what was happening.
The red head groaned, clutching at his head as white hot pain seared through it. Kai paused only to look down with no sympathy and say: "You'll never catch us Valkov. I'll kill you one day. Rot in hell." And then he was gone, disappearing into the crowd of people to find out what the hell was going on and to escape the mayhem before they were caught.
Tala meanwhile seethed, trying desperately to calm the pain that threatened to tear his skull in two. He had almost had him! He cursed himself for being so naïve as to not realize that it was Kai himself that he was speaking to. Sure he knew that the man had been lying when he said he was looking for the Spanish princess—Tala had ordered her father the prince executed two weeks ago, though no one knew—but he never realized that the man was actually the one he hunted so avidly and wanted dead so badly.
Now he was really pissed. No one fucked with him, no one played him for a fool! Kai was dead now. He was nothing more than a walking dead man.
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Liika couldn't help but sigh heavily, rolling her neck muscles tiredly. Four hours and still nothing. Four hours of swaying, and moving her body to rock music was taking its toll, especially considering she wasn't used to such strenuous activity. The most strenuous activity she did was chasing after her toddling daughter, which in its own right was difficult, but no where near as moving statically for four hours straight.
She was tired, almost unconscionably so, and she was fighting to stay on her feet. The night hadn't gone exactly as planned. They had thought for sure that the Demolition Boys would try something and that they could then play their hand, but nothing had happened. She had seen both Tala and Ian and had spoken briefly to Spencer, but beyond that nothing out of the ordinary had happened. It was a trifle annoying. They had all worked so hard for this chance and now it was going to slip them by. Why had Tala set such an obvious trap if he wasn't going to spring it? It didn't make any sense to her.
It also made her extremely nervous.
Tala was known to be devious and extremely clever and the fact that he hadn't tried anything set the alarm bells ringing loudly in her head. He was up to something, but the question was: what?
"You looked worried," Mariah's voice stated from beside her, causing Liika to look up sharply. "What's the matter?"
Liika bit her bottom lip, her eyes moving over the surging bodies around her. "Something's not right here Mari…" she mumbled, leaning towards the taller girl, "Something's definitely not right. Tala…he should have moved by now…"
Mariah's grey eyes narrowed, following Liika's glances around the room. "You think there's something more than we suspected?"
Liika nodded, reaching up and adjusting her pink and white fox mask. "Yeah…and I don't like it. I think we may be in over our heads here…" she stated calmly, looking at Mariah and blinking behind her mask. "I mean let's face it. We know that Tala and his cronies know we're here, and we know that this whole damn thing was a set up to lure us here, so why then hasn't he made some sort of move? The stupid thing's almost over and we haven't seen hide nor hair of anything remotely evil. I think Tala may something planned that he didn't bother to inform the rest of his little gang of."
Mariah hummed, her eyebrows furrowing. "You have a point, maybe that's why Robert, Lee and Michael look so anxious, maybe they are sensing the same thing you are."
"I have no doubt," Liika replied sighing. "I just wish this night would end. Just knowing he's somewhere in this crowd is enough to give me the heebie-jeebies." She accented her words with a small shudder. "Does that make me weak Mari?"
The deep plum haired young woman smiled sadly and wrapped an arm around Liika's shoulder. "Of course not," she answered. "It's completely understandable. The man hunts you and views you as a personal possession, I'd be creeped out too."
Liika smiled back. She really was starting to think she was overly weak and dependant. If it wasn't Kai she clung to it was Mariah, or some other member of their team. But she couldn't help it…the very thought of Bryan Kyznetsov made her blood freeze in her veins. Trauma was not something that left one very easily. Not even with almost two years healing time.
Just then some large body knocked into the two young women forcing them apart and causing Liika to crash unceremoniously into the back of someone else.
Falling to the floor, Liika felt her head strike the cold pavement and her mask get jarred a bit. Quickly her hands flew to her face, righting her mask before any real damage could be done. It was only when she had made sure her mask and identity were secure that she allowed the pain to sink into her body.
The back of her head throbbed from the hard contact with the concrete, as did her backside and back. The pain clouded her eyes so much that she didn't see who it was that stood over her until it was too late to do anything about it.
"Li-ah-na!" Mariah cried, cutting herself off from saying Liika's true name as she glanced up and saw the large young man that stood glaring down her small friend. "Liana are you alright??" She nearly breathed a sigh of relief at her save.
Liika cringed, wondering what the hell Mariah was talking about. Who was Liana? And why was she asking her if she was alright?? "What the hell are you talking about?" she groaned, bringing herself to a sitting position. "I just smacked my head on concrete!"
Mariah's almost fearful grey eyes flickered towards the man that looked like he was getting angrier and angrier with each second that passed that Liika did not acknowledge his presence. Her eyes moved down to his damp black, fitted shirt then to the empty cup in his hand. Oh God…save us… "Liana!" She finally hissed, tearing her eyes from the angry man and scurrying to her friend's side.
However, before she made it the pale haired man had flung his cup aside and gripped Liika by the upper arm, yanking her to her feet.
Liika grumbled, struggling with his superior power, fighting off the ringing ache in her head. "What the hell…?" she growled, snapping her gaze up to meet her captors.
She froze solid when her gold colored eyes met hot lavender orbs. The hand gripping her arm tightened. Her blood turned to ice as she realized just who held her.
Bryan glared down into the bright gold eyes of the small woman that had caused him to spill his drink all over himself. He didn't really give a shit that it was an accident and that it was bound to happen with so many people in such a small place. What mattered was that he was wet, and soon to be sticky, and it was the tiny wench's fault.
It didn't help that he was royally pissed to start off with.
Tala's little party thing had been nothing but a waste of time. They should have known better than to think that their bit beasts would have been able to pick up the Angel's scent, that they would have been tipped off. The fact that there was still a rat somewhere in Biovolt was now painfully obvious.
Bryan hated crowds, and people, and to top it all off he knew his bitch was somewhere in the building and he couldn't do anything to find her. Tala wouldn't let him round up all the women in the room and rip off their masks and examine them for the tell tale scar she bore, the mark of his possession. Though lord knows he wanted to. Badly.
Mariah panicked. Bryan was staring at Liika, something lurking in the depths of his hardened lavender eyes. He was looking for something, and Mariah feared if he looked hard enough he would find what he was looking for. So, without thinking, Mariah flung herself at the two of them, clamping her own small hands on Liika's other side and pleading with the large Demolition Boy. "We're sorry! My sister didn't mean to bump into you! We were shoved from behind as well," she tried to explain, turning her beseeching eyes upwards.
With no more than a bat of an eye, Bryan's free hand flung out and struck Mariah across the face, causing the girl to fly to the floor some two feet away from him. "Shut up." He growled, barely sparing her a glance.
Liika gasped, as did a number of the people that he formed a circle around them. They had attracted much attention, and people were murmuring around them, practically shouting over the loud music.
She could feel her anger building and her fear receding. It was one thing for him to abuse and beat her, but it was quite another for him to abuse one of her friends. Snapping gold eyes moved from Mariah's sprawling figure back to those of her captor. She glared at him as heatedly as he was glaring at her.
His mask did absolutely nothing to hide his identity—even less than Tala's did. In fact at that moment he had it pulled up and sitting on the top of his head. Apparently he was less inclined to follow the theme of 'masquerade'.
"Look, I'm sorry I bumped into you, but you don't have to be such a fucking prick about it!" Liika spat, trying once more to yank her arm out of his grip. "Who the hell do you think you are just hitting a woman like that?!"
"You know exactly who I am." Bryan replied, sneering and yanking her closer. "And if I were you I would keep my little mouth shut unless you want to end up exactly where you're dear…sister is at the moment." By the end of his threat his face was leaned forward so that his nose almost skimmed hers.
Liika repressed the shudder and grit her teeth. Now not only was her head throbbing but he was also cutting off the blood in her arm causing the limb to throb as well. Her hate for him intensified.
Bryan was getting strange vibes from the little spit fire that was hissing and spitting at him. Something in her eyes and voice was familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He leaned back once more, allowing his eyes to move lazily over her from head to foot, taking in every minute detail.
Her hair was a dark navy blue, cut in a short cut, and styled so that some of it was pulled back into tiny pigtails at the back of her head. Her eyes were wide and large, slanted slightly at the corners indicating she was of Asian decent, but he couldn't tell what the rest of her face looked like, save her pouting mouth, because of the pink and white mask that covered it.
She was wearing a long sleeved mesh coat with dark pink fur rimming her wrists and the hood that hung down over her back, lining her neck. A tight, vinyl top encased her breasts and upper torso and extremely short, black, vinyl shorts covered her hips, while black mesh stockings ran up her legs.
His eyes once again moved up her body, this time pausing in her neck. His head tilted a bit and his eyes narrowed. A wide, black velvet choker encircled her neck, covering it from base to almost under her chin, a dark pink stone centered in the middle. A burning curiosity suddenly came over his. His fingers itched to remove the dark material and expose the pale skin of her neck to him.
Yet, just as his hand moved towards her neck another voice broke into the scene and Bryan was forced to move his attention from the small woman in his grasp to the male that stood only a few feet away from him.
"Is there something wrong here?"
The young man was fairly tall with dark red hair that was pulled back completely into a low ponytail at the base of his neck. His dark green eyes glittered with suppressed anger from behind his mask. Bryan couldn't help the snort of contempt. Didn't the fool realize who he was addressing?
"Nothing that concerns you."
The man obviously didn't take the clear threat that was barely disguised in Bryan's voice. His eyes merely darkened and he took a step forward. "I'm sorry Master Kyznetsov, but I do not believe even you have the right to treat women as you are doing at this moment." He said lowly, a slight Spanish accent lilting his voice.
Bryan growled, releasing his grip on Liika's arm. How dare some little puissant challenge his authority! Cracking his knuckles he moved forward, throwing a look down at Liika. "Stay here, I will deal with you in a moment." He then set his sights on the interfering young man.
Liika sucked in a breath, rubbing at her bruised arm. However, she knew she didn't have time to mourn her hurting limbs as at that moment Michael was in a lot of trouble.
She had no illusions as to what Bryan had planned for Michael. If she didn't do something Michael was going to end up seriously hurt…or worse: dead.
Spinning on her heel she slipped her left hand into her right sleeve and pulled out the small letter opener sized dagger that had been painted black and strapped to the underside of her arm. Glancing at Mariah who was just starting to stir on the floor, she moved forward, toward the slowly escalating brawl that had broken out between the burly Demolition Boy and her friend.
Michael wasn't faring too well, she could tell already. The fight had barely started and already he was favoring his side and had a split lip. It was a miracle his mask hadn't fallen off. Gripping the small dagger tighter in her hand she took a large breath, clenched her teeth and willed all her anger and hate towards the surface. She would need all her strength to do what needed to be done. She could kill him…she would kill him! If only to save her friend.
Without another thought Liika ducked one of Bryan's punches, slipped between him and Michael and rammed the tiny dagger into Bryan's abdomen with all her might. She barely registered the extremely loud scream that sounded from somewhere to her right.
Bryan felt a searing pain tear into his side. Gritting his teeth, he staggered back, his hand moving over his left side until it came in contact with the handle of a small knife that was sticking out just under his ribs. Pulling his hands away and turning them over he was not surprised to see them covered in bright crimson liquid. Almost dazedly he brought his eyes up to meet those of his attempted murderer.
Dull gold eyes stared back at him, a horrified, yet determined and angered look flashing through the depths. An unmentionable hate shone from those eyes, hate that was centered on him. A hate that actually shook him to the core.
And then suddenly time moved again. The woman was yanked from behind by the maroon haired man, and Bryan turned his head to see the two, plus the purple haired woman flee, disappearing into the crowd that had since turned into chaos. Bryan slowly sank to his knees, jarring the knife that stuck out from his body. Absently his hands clutched at the wound so that it wouldn't bleed too much, never minding that the wound wasn't really bleeding all that much as the knife was clogging it.
The world slowed down around him, a sort of haze moving over his mind. Through the haze he heard shouting, and someone speaking to him, another hand moving over the dagger in his side, someone shouting for paramedics.
However the only thing that registered in his pain hazed mind was the fact that those hate filled golden eyes were actually turquoise.