Azrael stood from his chair then. He walked to one of the walls and ran his fingers over the surface. "Old... Soon, this entire place will fall down..." he said, his voice trailing away into nothing. He pulled his hood back over his face and walked back outside into the still pouring rain. He was immediately hit by it, nearly pushing him down. But it took only a moment for him to stand up straight again and walk away from his home. He kept his head down and his eyes concealed, as he didn't need any more attanetion than was neccesary.
But it was inevitable, and the second he rounded the corner, he was fce to face with the barrels of well over 50 guns. "Aw crap..." he muttered. He took a step backward, and was just about to run off again, when he was hit dead in the chest by well over half of the shots fired. He hit the ground, blood seeping over his frame and the ground. But then, his breathing went ragged and slow, his frame stopped shaking in pain, and he stood up again. His eyes flashed black, staying that color this time. His teeth changed rapidly into deadly looking fangs as his nails turned into long claws. His hair grew longer than it was, turning deathly white as well as his skin.
He was once again shot at, this time every shot finding its' mark. Every shot peirced Azrael's flesh, drawing blood which rolled down his body before the rain washed it away and stained the ground crimson. With a savage, anamalistic growl, he shot forward. Like a hawk among pidgeons, he scattered and destroyed them. His claws tore through flesh and bone alike, scraping and leaving deep gouges in the walls when he neared them. It took only secodns before he was left standing in a mass of crimson stained ground and mutilated bodies. His frame shrank slightly as his skin returned to its' normal, pale color and his hair returned to silver. He shook his head to clear the slight dizziness that persisted and once again, splased across the soggy ground.
Jak had already reached the Freedom League HQ, and was sitting down, trying to ignore Torn's harsh barking about running off when he was needed. Daxter was, as could be expected, not listening at all as well as nowhere to be found at the moment. Yes, the same as usual. Off with Tess and worrying about his precious pants. "Jak! Are you even listening?" Jak turned to look at Torn. "No, i'm not. And if you keep acting like you can command everyone around, you're going to find out what it feel like to be commanded around." Yes, that shut Torn up. He turned his head away from Jak, not saying anything else.
IT was then that a Freedom League guard came running in. His gun was sliced clean in two and his armor bore several deep and bloody gashes. "Torn! You know that guy you wanted us to capture? You were right. The Baron did experiment on him with Dark Eco too!" "And?" Torn walked toward the guard. "What happened?" "Sir... He completely slaughtered over 50 of us in less than twenty seconds..." "What?" Torn got up, walking around the holo map of the city. "What do you mean?" "He means just what he said." a voice in the doorway said.
The guard took one look at the person in the doorway and then promptly collapsed. "You." Jak looked at him. "Yes, me." the one in the doorway said, taking a few steps inside and causing water to drip from his cloak. "You were expecting maybe the king of showbusiness?" "He would have been better than you!" Daxter had popped up on Jak's shoulder. The cloaked figure looked at Jak and Daxter then ."Thought I might find you here." he said, pulling back his hood. "So? You foudn us, what do you wan-Oh. Nevermind." It was, of course, Azrael.
But Torn, being his distrustful self, had alread pulled his knife out. "Just who the hell are you? You think you can slaughter 50 of the Leauge's guards, then just come walking in here like you own the place?" "As a matter of fact, yes I do." Azrael said. As he spoke, he pointed a finger at Torn, causing purple lightning to crackle around his throat. Torn tried to say something, but he couldn't make any sound. "That shut him up!" Daxter proclared, stating the obvious.
Jak's face was blank. "You can control it." he said. Azrael looked at him. "Of course I can. I told you before." He then noticed the emblem on the communicater Jak had used before. "Wait... You... You're a member of this damned league..." he said. His tone suddenly changed to a growl. "The next time I see you, i'll kill you." he snarled and tore back out the door. Rather then using the elevator, he just tore through the wall amidst a Dark Eco cloud. Jak shook his head in disbeleif. "What's going on here?" he looked at Torn for an explanation.
Torn, now able to speak again, rubbed his throat. "We've been trying to track him down for some time now... Try and get him inducted into the League..." he said. "But I guess he doesn't want to join." The guard that had collapsed stood up then. "You wanted him to join the League? Oh damn..." "What did you do?" "We... We treated him like we would a Metal Head..." Torn threw his knife at the guard, missing him by mere inches. "Jak, go find him." he said, turning to Jak. "Don't let him kill you. And try to get him to join the League." Jak stood up and was out the door in a few seconds.
Azrael had already covered a huge distance during the short time that had passed. He smashed through a zoomer in his way, making his way out of the city. "That bastard... He's going to be deader than dead and nailed to a wall if I see him again..." he snarled, shoving a person roughly aside and sending them catapaulting into a wall. Azrael splashed through the rain and mud, throwing another person out of his way. He was heading for the one place he knew almost as well as the city. Haven Forest.
He reached the door to the decontamination room and rather than waiting for it to open, he just snarled and made his own door, right through the one in front of him. He smashed through tthe other door as well, then tore off across the ground into Haven Forest.
Azrael jumped over the river that ran through the forest, his footsteps slowing and his breathing becoming quieter as he stood on the opposite bank. His cloak, now tattered and bloodstained from his encounter with the FL guards, he wore still. He walked then in silence, making his way through the trees quickly, as if he was looking for something. He found it without much trouble. He silently and stealthil walked toward it, and slipped through the narrow crevice in the moss-covered rocks. He emerged in a small cavern with a low ceiling, barely twice his own height. It was lit by sunlight filtering in through the thick moss and branches that covered the small opening above it. The rocks inside were dry and so covered with moss, it was impossible to tell they were rocks. The only sound in the cavern was the steady drip of water as it fell through the branches and moss over head.
He walked to the back of the cavern, finding the dryest spot and sat down, pulling his tattered cloak around him and huddling into it. Soon with the steady sound of the rain falling outside and its' steady drip as it fell through the branches overhead, he fell asleep.