Chapter 3
The Big Business Building was a large structure at the center of the city, where most deals and contracts for building were signed and filed. It was heavily guarded, on the ground, on the roof, and throughout the inside of the building.
On the roof of the building there was a helipad, and a guard stationed at the roof entrance along with one at each of the four corners of the building. On the ground floor there were six guards watching monitors. The main headquarters for the security team was on the third floor.
On the roof, a guard lit a cigarette and took a few drags. He looked around the roof quickly and then reached for his walkie.
"Team One, All Clear."On the ground floor, the guards glanced across the monitors.
"Team Two, All Clear."
A strong breeze blew across the rooftop. A damp, cold wind, that made the guard shiver. A bird landed on the rail of the helipad, a big black bird. Then another one landed next to it, and another next to that. The guard walked onto the helipad and attempted to shoo the birds away, but they sat there, hissing at the guard. Then from across the roof came a cry, then another, and another. The guard drew his gun and aimed across the rooftop. An eery prescence was on the roof, and he could feel it.
"Good Evening" Came a voice from behind him. He spun around and saw a man in well tailored clothes standing there. A rapier was clenched in his hand, and with a quick thrust, the guard fell to the ground.
"Feast, my friends" A large flock of ravens too numerous to count fluttered around the guard and within seconds, stripped the guards flesh down to the bone.
"Too Easy!"
A couple walked through the doors downstairs, led by four very large leashed dogs.
"Excuse me sir, but are you lost?" The room was silent for a second followed by the click of a dog leash being unhooked. A dark grin crept across the womans face as she spoke a command.
"Kill!" The dogs leapt into action charging toward the serveilence table. They leapt over the monitors, sinking their teeth into their juicy prey. Screams filled the room as the floor slowly became drenched in blood.
"Heel!" Barked another order from the woman. The dogs returned to her side, and followed them to the elevator.
On the third floor, a young girl sat in a holding cell, she had been detained at a checkpoint near the city limits for possesion of stolen goods. An alarm in the far corner went off, and she slid a plague mask over her face and reached into her purse and retrieved a few nail polish bottles. She opened them and dumped them on the ground. Within minutes, men and women in the office began dropping to the ground, their hands around their throats. She opened another bottle and poured it on the same spot, there was a lot of smoke. She picked the lock and walked to the elevator. It stopped with a "Ding!" the doors opened, revealing a maskless Fury and Kiya. Plague stepped inside and the door closed.
"I wonder if I go in yet?" The street outside the police station was awfully quiet, even for RIP. He looked back and forth along the street at the street lights. Then he stood up and dusted off his pants. "Guess I better..." RIP turned and trotted up the steps and through the doors. Everyone he passed in the main hall stared at him curiously. A little boy with a mask on the top of his head. He entered the main office of the police department and walked up to the man sitting behind the desk that read "Booking".
"May I help you son?"RIP looked at the old man and slowly pulled his mask down. "Shy, huh? If you tell me how i can help, this would be a lot easier..."
"I ...", the old man listened in anticipation. "I need you all to die" The old man gave the boy a puzzled look.
"What did you say?" RIP reached out a hand and motioned the old man closer.
"Die!" RIP said as he plunged a needle deep into the old mans room fell silent, everyone was looking at RIP. Every officer stared at him, hands motioning to draw their weapons. RIP took a quick glance and reached inside his sleeve and drew a handful of needles. The officers drew their weapons, but they weren't fast enough for the boy. With a quick flurry of motion, needles were sent flying in every direction. Not a sound arose from around the room. It was tranquil. Then blood erupted from every body on the floor. RIP smiled and started dancing and splashing, like a child in a rainstorm. Fury would be so proud!