I have so much more written but due to some over-zealous typing on my part I've spent more time on this than planned and not enough completing the rest of the chapter (Ye Gods, this was only meant to be the chapter intro!) and this segment has develped into it's own chapter. so I'll release this on it's own for now whilst I work on the next chapter.

Unknown Location: 2 days ago

Rayko Kyōgō knew he was going to die. He had been having a bad feeling ever since they had come within one mile of the target's current location. Even the fact that he was accompanied by a team of Undertakers who, like him, were armed to the teeth with advanced weaponry had been of little comfort. Not that any of the members of his team were very comforting. Of the eleven people there, one man was a serial killer nick-named 'The Butcher' who had cut people up and forced the families of his victims to eat their flesh, proclaiming it was his "choice cuts", a woman who somehow got off on murdering children and sewing their faces into her own skin, and two identical twin 14 year old boys who had pulled off several 'impossible' kills by having one of them perform the murder whilst the other created an alibi (Rayko also suspected they were also in a relationship with each other if the intense looks they shared was anything to go by).
Hell, Rayko himself had been an anti-governmental terrorist who had gotten notorious for burning and bombing hospitals, orphanages and almost ironically prisons for no other reason than they were government funded. And all with the people still in them.

Not that any of those fearsome reputations had helped them against their target. Against one man. Against one. Dead. Man.

Now he was pinned to the floor by an unseen force, the man called 'The Butcher' was similarly pinned to the floor with his entire body covered in tiny nicks and cuts and gibbering was incoherently, the woman had been decapitated and her still-spasming body made the infant faces stitched to her now bare torso look like they were laughing at her fate, and the twins had both lost their legs above the knee and were now crying into each others arms, one of which was unattached to it's owner, as they bled out painfully.

Rayko had known from the screams, and sudden lack of them, that everyone else was dead.

Then that Thing had turned the corner. It was a monstrous bird in human form, it had glass eyes and a metal beak and shiny black skin that creaked as it moved, stalking forward on too-human legs.

The twins had screamed at the sight of it but the sound quickly died off as their lifeblood deserted them. 'The Butcher' appeared to have fainted as it approached him and Rayko could only watch in horror as it came to stand in their midst. The monstrosity looked about the room, examining each of them in turn.

"I honestly wonder what that man is thinking. Does he think that by sending more unstable Undertakers to capture me they'll have better luck? I mean come on, one of the reasons I wear this insane attire is to throw crazies like this off balance."

The creature's muttering- no. The man's muttering brought some sense back to Rayko. The thing in front of him was no monster, this was none other than their target, who's face was hidden by a strange bird mask and body was enclosed in a hooded leather trenchcoat. He came to kneel in front of Rayko, looming over the incapacitated man.

"It has to be said though you guys are quite well armed this time around."

The masked man had one of the Undertakers' 'worm eater' knives and held it in front of Rayko as he examined it.

"Weapons that can negate branches of sin. Seems like someone finished my research and managed to implement it, glad somebody got use out it, shame it had to be one of my enemies - I'm keeping this by the way!-"

The man proceded to stash the knife away in his coat.

"Unfortunate that weapons are only as useful as the person weilding them. Then again any undertakers of actual talent would be serving promoter- I mean director Tamaki as his personal toys."

"The Di- grk- ...Director Tamaki... is dead. Last reports from HQ said he killed himself."

The man remained silent, the metal mask hiding any expression.

Rayko scrambled for words, for anything that might appease the masked man, even though speech was difficult from his trapped position

"And... some of our info channels have been saying... the Wretched Egg has been defeated."

"Well. That is good news! Tell me, who else knows about this. About me and the others?"

"We were... the last team to be sent after you guys. The other teams... went silent weeks ago."

The masked man jumped up in apparent delight.

"Wonderful! Well, I suppose that means I only have one thing left to do here."

Reaching into his coat the man produced two stoppered phials, one containing a colourless liquid, the other held a fine red powder. The man promptly walked over to the still-prone 'Butcher' and watched as a gash seemed to open itself in the unconscious figure's forehead. After some blood had pooled, the masked man opened a phial and let a drop of the liquid fall into the blood. He tutted in disappointment when nothing happened and moved onto the other phial. This time when the powder touched the blood it turned a dark purple.

"Hmm. An O negative blood-type. Good enough, even if it is my second choice."

The masked man then unclipped a strange cylinder from his waist unscrewed the top off of it, revealing short syringe needle. He then nonchalantly stabbed the needle into the unconscious man's neck. He then turned to Rayko and began talking smugly.

"Wonderful little item isn't it? I created these when I realised my work would have to take a... practical turn. The cylinder is emptied of air, creating a vacum, and the syringe point is coated in plastic to keep it sealed but the plastic is brittle and breaks as it pierces a person's skin thus the vacum begins sucking blood in. And when it's full-"

He grabbed a lever on the cylinder and pulled it back, all the blood inside was squeezed toward the back of the cylinder.

"-I pull this lever and the blood gets compressed, these little cylinders can hold up to 4 litres of blood!"

Once the cylinder was full the masked man pulled it from his now dead victim and screwed the top back on. Once finished with this task he turned to Rayko.

"Well now. What do I do with you? I'd normally kill you on principle Undertaker but you've been ever so helpful and polite... how about this, If you prove negative to my two tests I'll let you live?"

"I'm in... no place to argue."

"Brilliant! Lets see then."

Again the man took the two phials from his coat and knelt next to his prisoner. Rayko suddenly felt as if someone had dragged a blade across his forehead as a cut apparently opened of it's own accord. Rayko cursed the fact that nobody knew his target's blood power. This time the masked man began with the powder, dropping some into the pool of blood forming around Rayko's head.

No reaction.

"Well well! So far, so good."

Then some liquid was poured from the other phial.

No reaction..

"...Hmm. Seems it is your lucky day my friend! I'll be on my w-"

Just as the man stood to leave the blood changed from red to a silvery white.

"Positive reaction. Blood type O positive... Oh well, seems you're just my type after all."

He unclipped a cylinder from his waist and began to unscrew the top. Rayko began to panic, his breathing coming in short gasps, as he began to writhe against his restraints. Futily. The more he moved the more his invisible bindings cut into him.

"Hey. No need for that. Don't worry, this won't hurt."

Rayko could only look up at the man's metal face and glass eyes as he drove the syringe into Rayko's neck.

"Trust me, I'm a doctor."

Rayko wanted to say something, to do something, to try and stop what was happening but everything was going dark, his vision was swimming and he felt so bone-weary. So. Tired...

The masked man stood, resealed the cylinder and clipped it to his belt.

He looked about at what he had wrought.

"Idiot Undertakers. Why doesn't anyone seem to understand?-"

The man left the small house with it's bloody contents unmoved. Someone else would find them in time. He smiled as he planned his return to his old home, to Deadman Wonderland.

"-It's bad luck to try and kill an Albatross!"

Finally, an OC with a name! It just took a chapter of what I hope is dramatic tension and lots of stalling. Meet Albatross - A lunatic with chemistry supplies.

Also, rather annoyingly, I havn't shown what Shiro and Ganta are up to yet. I have (most of it) written, I just need to do some research and polish the new chapter a bit. Surprisingly the next chapter will contain fluff of all things.

So please review, I like hearing what people think