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3rd POV
At the Carron Estate, early hours of the morning.
Inside the master bedroom, Jobert and his wife Audra slept soundly. Jobert was having some difficulties that night. He had sent Nora away believing it was for the best, and he still does but he admittedly feel a twinge of guilt for doing it. He had finally found sleep when suddenly the phone rang, rudely waking him from his sleep.
"MMMMMhhhhh… Bon Dieu." Jobert said as he opens his tired eyes. "Qui diable cela peut-il être? (Who the hell can that be?)
Slowly leaving his bed, he made his way to the phone. With groggy yawn he answered the phone. "Jobert Caron, qui suis-je... attends, QUOI ! Oui, je... Non, ne... oh, combien? oh mon dieu ça ne... hein, ça lui ressemble en fait. (Sigh) juste, donne-moi un moment pour appeler mon avocat. Ok merci, bonjour aussi." (Jobert Caron, who am I... wait, WHAT! Yes, I... No, don't... oh, how many? oh god that doesn't... huh, that actually does sound like her. (Sigh) just, give me a moment to call my Lawyer. Ok thanks, good morning as well.)
As he set's down the phone, a voice from the bed called out. "Qui était-ce mon amour?" (Who was that my love?)
"C'était le chef de la police. Il m'appelle pour m'informer que l'inspecteur Hérisson a arrêté Nora dans le 18e arrondissement." (It was the chief of police. He's calling to inform me that Inspector Hérisson has arrested Nora in the 18th Arrondissement.) Jobert answers as he made his way to the closet.
"QUEL! Oh ça a collé un peu, grrrr!" (WHAT! Oh that stuck up little, grrrr.) Audra curses before taking a deep breath. She quickly get's out of bed and went to put on some clothes herself. "Quels crimes a-t-elle commis en l'espace de quelques heures… six au plus." (What crimes has she committed in a span of a few hours… six at the most.)
"Elle a effondré un tunnel de drainage entier de cinq blocs de long… et a également déclenché une véritable émeute de danse." (She collapsed an entire Drainage tunnel five blocks long… and started a literal dance riot as well.) Jobert said as he leave the closet with a fresh pair of clothes.
"… Oh Bon Dieu." Audra said in a gasp.
"Hmm, oui, (Sigh) Je jure que cette fille sera notre mort... ou tout Paris d'ailleurs." (Hmmm, yes, (Sign) I swear that girl will be the death of us... or all of Paris for that matter.) Jobert remarks as he quicky fixes his tie.
"Je ne saurais toujours pas pourquoi tu l'as prise dans ma bien-aimée. Mais si elle a vraiment tant de problèmes, pourquoi lui permettre de rester?" (I still wouldn't know why you took her in my beloved. But if she really has so many problems, why allow her to stay?) Audra questions.
"Elle est seule au monde ma bien-aimée. Un orphelin parmi les orphelins. Je suis sûr que tu comprendrais si elle était plus ouverte." (She's alone in this world my beloved. An Orphan among Orphans. I'm sure you'd understand if she were more open.) Jobert remarks as he slips on a pair of loafers.
"Hmm Tu sais, tu ne m'as jamais dit ses origines. Et à chaque fois que je lui demandais, elle me racontait une grande histoire sur les sorcières, les sorciers et une quantité absurde de crêpes." (Hmm You know, you never told me her origins. And every time I ask, she would tell me some grand fluff story about witches, wizards, and absurd amount of pancakes.) Audrey said with a hint of annoyance.
"Eh bien, je recommanderais d'écouter un peu attentivement. Ils disent que les légendes et les mythes sont une histoire qui ne correspond pas correctement." (Well, I'd recommend listening a little closely. They do say legends and myths is history that doesn't properly fit.) Jobert said with a smile.
"Peut-être, mais pour la dernière fois, je vérifierais que Mme Valkyrie est de chair et de sang, pas un roman et une pierre." (Maybe, but last I'd check Ms. Valkyrie is flesh and blood, not a novel and stone.) Audrey counters earning a small chuckle from Jobert.
"Hehe heh, Assez juste." (Hehe heh, Fair enough.) Jobert said before kissing his wife on the cheek. He then quickly left the room to head to the police station, unaware that someone was listening in.
At the Place Louis Lépine police station, 4th Arrondissement
Nora sat alone in a Jail cell. She had been slowly recovering from earlier encounter with that monster. She felt like a chewed dog toy, thankfully her Aura took the beating for her. However when she regained consciousness, she found herself in this jailcell. Patiently, she waited for what felt like hours before an officer approached the cell.
"Tournez-vous et tendez les bras vers l'arrière." (Turn around, and hold your arms out back.) The officer commands. Nora gave a perlex look at him but reluctantly does so. She then felt the cold hard shackles clamping down on her arms. With those the officer opens her cell and replied, "Allez tout droit et suivez la ligne rouge jusqu'à la salle d'interrogatoire." (Head straight and follow the red line to interrogation room.)
"Puis-je au moins recevoir mon appel téléphonique?" (Can I get my phone call at least?) Nora asked rhetorically before the officer pushes her along. "D'accord, d'accord. Pas besoin d'être arrogant." (Alright, Alright. No need to get pushy.)
The man pushed Nora along the red line till they reached a singular room. The man walks out in front of her. As he unlocks the door, Nora felt a strange twinge of fatigue come over her. As she tried to stand her eyes look up at the sign above her. The words 'Pièce d'interrogatoire' hanging above it. In the center was a strange hand symbol above it. It was small, and crudely scratched in but she can see it. As she stares at the eye within the hand, her fatigue feeling got to the point that she nearly collapsed to the ground, however before she fell someone caught her.
"Keep moving, petit monster." A familiar voice said from behind. Looking up, Nora notices the very man who dragged her here. Inspector Hérisson. Before she could react, the inspector pushes her inside.
He dragged her to the chair before tossing her in it. Moving to the other side he proceeds to take a smoke. All while Nora was trying to remain coherent. Eventually Nora asked the question, "Wha… What did you do to me?"
"Nothing. But what I am going to do is toss the god damn book at you." Inspector Hérisson said before pulling up multiple papers form his folder. "Inciting a riot, destruction of public and private property, illegally concealed weapon, of military grade mind you. And now an accomplish to a fugitive."
"What… are you even talking about?" Nora asked as she tried to shake herself awake.
"The young Moroccan. One Hassan Detemple. Are you aware he is here illegally? Granted that is not the reason we want him but regardless the boy has caused enough trouble from here to Toulon." Inspector Hérisson said as he pulls out another file, slapping it down hard to wake Nora's strangely exhausted mind. "Robbery, Armed Robbery, Grand theft auto, burglary, disturbing the peace, and public indecency. And that's the crimes he was convicted of. Shall I continue."
"… wait, he'd escape?" Nora asked as her mind wraps around the situation.
"Hmm, because of your reputation it has caused us to almost ignore the boy. He'd took advantage and got away, but not before beating an officer unisonous." Inspector Hérisson remarks before shaking his head in disappointment.
"Heh, if you can't catch that guy, what makes you think you can hold me here?" Nora asked with a smirk as she closes one eye. Thinking she was delusional or lying Inspector Hérisson was about to retort when Nora let something slip. "Anyone who knows me can see that I didn't do… most of that damage. It was the cult."
"… Cult?" Inspector Hérisson asked with a raised brow.
"Yeah the um, Né du sang. They were using the sewers down below." Nora answers.
"We didn't found anything, much less the commie boogie man." Inspector Hérisson said with a small smile.
"What? I saw the stockpile down there. Gun's papers, names. That kind of thing." Nora remarks as she continues to resist her fatigue.
"We didn't find anything of the sort. Just holes and quagmires." Inspector Hérisson points out much to Nora's confusion.
"What, that can't be right. I took photos on my scroll… which I can't print. But I overheard them they mention killing someone name Doumergue." Nora tried to explain only to earn a chuckle from Inspector Hérisson.
"Heh, right. A parchment taking a photo." Inspector Hérisson chuckles before slamming his hand on the table. "Do you take me for a fool, petit monster. Your actions have caused a lot of mayhem since you arrived two years prior. Shit that I had to pick up every single day. So please continue this Fourcade, I've been itching to put you in a dark and lonely cell you little lying mon…KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!"
Before Inspector Hérisson could finish his rant, a loud knock on the door drew his attention. Annoyed, he got up and head to the door. Opening it, a man dressed in a suit was waiting for him. Inspector Hérisson begin to converse with this man in French, as Nora listens along.
"Qu'est-ce que ç'est?" (What is it?) Inspector Hérisson asked in an agitated tone.
"Inspecteur Hérisson, je suis Bruno Pasteur. L'avocat de la famille Carron. Vous avez détenu une jeune femme sans justification légale." (Inspector Hérisson, I am Bruno Pasteur. The Carron Family Lawyer. You have detained a young woman without legal justification.) The man said as he walks in with papers in hand.
Angered by this Inspector Hérisson slaps the papers out of the mans hand before shouting at him "Justification! Elle a détruit cinq blocs d'égouts, détruisant un nombre incalculable de plomberie!" (Justification! She has destroyed five blocks worth of sewers, destroying untold number of plumbing!)
"J'ai eu des discussions avec la direction des villes, nous avons trouvé de multiples faiblesses structurelles qui ont été ignorées de manière flagrante. Parallèlement à cela, un corps a été découvert, suggérant que quelque chose d'autre se passait." (I had words with the cities management, we have found multiple structural weakness that has been blatantly ignored. Along with that a body was discovered, suggesting that something else was going on.) The man states as he picks up the papers from the ground.
"Quel corps! J'étais là et il n'y avait pas de corps!" (What body! I was there and there was no body!) Inspector Hérisson questions angrily as the man picked up the pages.
"Eh bien, il y a maintenant. Il a refait surface au bout de la canalisation d'égout, mis en lambeaux par des rats… ou un chien errant. Peu importe que Mme Valkyrie soit libre." (Well, there is now. It remerged at the end of the sewer line, ripped to shreds by rat's… or a stray dog. Regardless Ms. Valkyrie is to go free.) The man said presenting paper's for Nora's release.
"Tu ne peux pas être sérieux." (You can't be serious.) Inspector Hérisson said with a stun look on his face before grabbing the papers and reading over them carefully.
"C'est la loi monsieur, maintenant relâchez-la." (It is the law sir, now release her.) The man said as he steps aside Inspector Hérisson. He was about to call out to her when the inspector stops him.
"C'est vrai que c'est peut-être la loi, mais c'est aussi dans mon droit de la maintenir en état d'arrestation pendant les prochaines 24 heures, indépendamment du fait qu'elle soit inculpée ou non." (True that it may be the law, but it is also within my rights to hold her under arrest for the next 24 hours, regardless of having charges against her or not.) Inspector Hérisson said as he pushes the papers into lawyers' arms.
"C'est du harcèlement, inspecteur. Quelque chose sur lequel mon client peut vous poursuivre." (That's herassment, Inspector. Something which my client can sue you on.) The man remarks but Inspector Hérisson didn't seem to care, he simply waved for an officer to come on in.
"Seulement si cela continue, peu importe qu'elle ne quittera pas sa cellule pendant les prochaines 24 heures." (Only if this carries on, regardless she will not leave her cell for the next 24 hours.) Inspector Hérisson said in firm stance as she gave Nora a spiteful glare.
"Inspecteur, je vous préviens. Fais ça et j'y verrai que tu es dépouillé de ton badge." (Inspector, I am warning you. Do this and I'll see to it you are stripped of your badge.) The man warns as an officer comes on in to escort Nora back to her cell.
"Je te verrai au tribunal alors. J'ai aussi des amis haut places." (I'll be seeing you in court then. I got friends in high places as well.) Inspector Hérisson said in a final hmmth before turning to Nora. "Till we meet again, petit monster. Enjoy the accommodations, you'll feel at home."
Nora looked at him with a confused look as her exhausted mind tried to put together what they had just said. Eventually she was shoved back into her cell. The door slammed behind her and she once again left alone in the cell. Exhaustion finally taking over she moved to the bed and fell unconscious on it.
2nd dream like POV
Nora's eyes slowly blink to life. No longer looking up at a jail cell roof, she found looking down a flight of stairs. Surrounding the stares entirely was a wall of fire. Despite it tightly wrapped to the wall, floor and roof of the tunnel, there was no heat. Without thinking, Nora descends down the stairs, feeling like something was calling her down. She continued to descend into the catacombs of flames, without feeling any heat. Upon reaching the bottom, she found two figures discussing something with an unknown figure. They turn to her, allowing Nora to notice that there appearance. They look like ancient Egyptian priest. Something that made her tense up, last time she seen someone in those garbs, she had half her face melted off.
The first Egyptian approach her before remarking something in an incoherent "L' h' ah ehye whom ymg' risk lw'nafh ng bthnknah"
Then another Egyptian approached her. As she inspects her, he begins to talk but not to her. "Hmm, ymg' shuggothh ah'legeth ya lloig. Mgng if h' ah ehye, og vulgtmnah. mgng ymg' kadishtu ephaiah l' mgepah'ehye fahf agl llll ehyeahog yeeogogog y'or'nahh."
That's when the third person walked on over towards them. This one didn't have a visible form. Rather it was like a fog made animated. She took a few steps back in fright as the figure approaches her. In the same strange language, Ỳ̷̛̞̳̬̀́̒̄͛̉ọ̪̞̬g̶͉̼̖͕͈̫͔̒̉̂͑̀͛̾͐́̐̄͠͠ǫ̢̨̛̩̲̹̼͔̝̫̠̜̦̰̆̃͑͒͂̈̐͝ͅr̷̨͌̔͛͊͂̆̽͂̒.̶̙͔̟͎̞̓̄͋ ̵̢̡̻̰̜̗̻̟͙̮͖̺̳̞̹̇̏̇̓ ̶̣̝̝̓̿͑̈́́̈́̊̓̔̚n̶̨̢̦̗͕̤̟̜͑̾̉̚ģ̶̖͕̜̟̮̰͕̪̥̘̇̆̏̒̓̈́̐̈́̚͝͠͝ ̷̨̨̭͔̹̟̘̤͍͚̬̤̙̏͂̔͐̈͋h̵̼̪̘̝͙̏̉'̴̝̮̰̿͒͒͌̈́̒͆͝ͅ ̴̡̝̯̞̲͍͇͚̱̤̟̈͌́̑̎̇̏̒̎̉̚̚͜͝ã͓̱͎͔͖͇͖̖̠̜̓̇͜͠͠h̷̡͚̙̰̤̪̗̼̠̦̖͓̖̪̊ ̶̧̢̛̗̗̮̦̤͓͙̦̟̠̮̺̾̈́̌̏͗͆̚͜͠w̡̧̧̛̤̩̙͈̙̜͉̭̝̫̋̅̂̄̆́̽̕̚͝ợ̵̢̠̘̤͇̻̹͊́̀͐͑̆̒̑̇̽͛̔͝ͅr̶̥̈́̽͊̌̀t̷̨̳͓̥͉̼͍̺̜̦̠̣̠͚͑̇̑́͜h̷̫̺̜̮̭̬͎̬̺͔̠̥̣͌̓̚͠ ̴̢̧͖̙͈̘̯̘̘̲̖̌̊̆̋̆̋̂̎́ẖ̴̛̯̘̟̼͖̱̭̬̗͕̳̰̫̇̄̀̿͆̎̒̽̅͌̽̈́̚'̵̠͍͂̎́͛͆̊̏̀͗̇̄̈́̌̚ ̶̟̦̄̊̋̅͆́̃̂͐̿͛̄n͇i̷̘̪̼̣̝̦̖̬̣̠̬̣͎̇͛͑̅͑͊̍̈́̚͜l̶͎̤̣̻̜̖̞̰̦̩̘̇ğ̢̻͕͕͎̜̬̯͈̉̓͂͒͛̐́̈̓̓̕h̶̛̜̲̞͈̘̜̺͓͍̱̀̆̒͊̌̒̊̑͊͋̀͜ͅ'̴̡̮̹͍̪̖̭̦̭̳̥̫̞̻̿̊́͋̽͊̾̏͋̿̎̕̚r̷̡̡̟̝̤̖̳̬̘̠̻̟̹̠͒̈́̌̓̀̈́̿̀̚i̷̬͌͛̈́̔͂̀ ̥̮̹̪̜̩̤̥̲̰̙͓̂̈́̄͛̓̆̾̔̒̚̚͜͝͝n̢͔̤̺̟̠͈̗̦͓̂̂̇͝ǵ̴̡̢̛͔̟͖̟̟̯̠̯̲͔̬͎̑̊͆͛͑͌̊ ̡́͊͂̎͑̎͑͐͛͆͘͠͝͝ȧ̴͇̘̮̯̭̺̯̾͐̑̾͜ĥ̶̢̨̡̛̼͕͕͉͔͕̦͕̞̻̓́̔̂̾͗̎͘͜͜o̴͚̞̘̘͒̊̂̆̌̇̏́͌͘̚͠g̴͔̩̹̤̮̋̏͒́͒̓͛͜ͅ
The foggy like creature then hands something out to her. It was a torn piece of green cloth. As Nora took it in hand, she notice strange writing on it. The words, 'ah nafl throd legethog bthnknahor' before Nora could question this, she caught a glimpse of the smokey phantasma's face. Nora then remarks in a shaken tone a single phrase. "Renny?" The view goes dark as the scene returns to the cell.
3rd POV an unknown amount of time later
Nora wakes up on her cell bed, feeling terrible. It was like she had awoken with a massive hangover. As she tired to figure out what was going on, she heard a gentle whistle behind her. Struggling to look behind her, she eventually twists her head to see Jobert sitting behind her. Reading the Newspaper with an obituary article on the Blackwoods detective. Without looking up he remarks, "Good morning, English girl… or should I say good Evening."
"… Ugh, hey… Jobert… what time is it?" Nora asked as she struggled to get up. Her mask nearly slipped from her face as she tried to massage her head.
"It's thirty minutes pass eleven." Jobert answers after checking his watch. "From what I understand, you've been sleeping for a better part of a day now."
"Ugh… really? What did Inspector Hérisson do to me?" Nora asked as she tried to shake off this headache.
"Nothing, could be the alcohol speaking." Jobert asked only to get a groggy look from Nora.
"But I didn't drink. I felt fine till I'd look at that eye on the interrogation room." Nora pleads as she stands up, only to fall back down.
"Uh huh… sure you did." Jobert said with uncertainty.
"(Sigh), Yeah… I know how it sounds, but it's true!" Nora rebuttals feeling slightly ridiculous.
"Hmm. Regardless, it seems your attempt to postpone your despatcher from Paris has succeeded." Jobert states as he puts down the paper and look into Nora's eye with a disappointed glare. "The boat has left and now there will be no other till Saturday. So once you are released from this cell tomorrow morning you will remain in your room till then. Am I Understood?"
"But…" Before Nora could finish Jobert slaps the paper on the ground hard before approaching the cell.
"Am I understood. Ms. Valkyrie?" He repeated in a more serious tone.
Nora opens her mouth to argue but she fell silent. Looking down in disappointment, she said the following. "Yes… I understand… Jobert."
"Hmm, good." Jobert said before collecting his news paper and was about to head for the exit when he stopped. "I know this is difficult for you. It's difficult for me as well. But understand your actions have consequences, and with President Doumergue summoning me to the banquet I am oblige to be strict with you."
He was about to walk away Nora races over to the bar's and called out to him. "Doumergue! He's the president!? Jobert Listen, they were talking about him. The Né du sang. I think they are going to kill him and others."
Jobert stood there for a few moments, not even looking behind him. After a few moments he walked off, not looking back. Feeling let down, Nora returned to her bed. Unaware that Jobert had turn back to consider her words. He then turned around and left Nora alone in her cell. As Nora sat there, head throbbing in agony, she looked down in despair when her eye caught something. Under her foot was torn green cloth. Feeling a ping of familiarity, she reaches down to inspect it. Looking closely, she let's out a small gasp and nearly dropped the fabric. It was Ren's sleave; she recognizes the pattern anywhere. Along with that there was a message, written in blood.
'DON'T SHAKE THE FALSE HAND!'
Hours go by, and those words stay within Nora's mind. How did this cloth got into her cell, what was that dream about. And then the message attached to it. What did it mean? Those question wages on in her head as her senses slowly returned to her. Just as the clock tolls 12 outside her cell she hears a small ruckus behind her.
"Psst, Nora. Salut Nora, tu es là-dedans?" A voice called out the other side of her jail cell.
Looking out the cell, she didn't see anyone. As she was about to leave, a head suddenly popped on over the cell. "Re-bonjour Mme. Gingembre." (Hello again Ms. Ginger.)
"Gwhaaa, Hassan! Que faites-vous ici!? (Gwhaaa, Hassan! What are you doing here!?) Nora shouts at the Moroccan boy, only to get shushed by the man.
"SSSSSSHHHHHH! Voulez-vous qu'on se fasse prendre? Maintenant, nous sommes là pour vous faire sortir, alors attends juste une seconde." (SSSSSSHHHHHH! Do you want us to get caught? Now, we're here to spring you out, so just hold on a second.) Hassan remarks as he climbs along the side of the wall.
"Je suis désolé, mais qu'est-ce que tu veux dire par nous?" (I'm sorry, but what do you mean by we?) Nora asked with a perplex look on her face. Hassan then carefully turns around, revealing little Oliver strapped to his back.
"Hello Ms. Valkyrie, surprise?" Oliver remarks in English.
"Nora, also what are you doing Olie?" Nora replies with a concern tone in her voice.
"Getting you out of here. What else!" Oliver replies as he hands Hassan something that he proceeds to stick to the wall of Nora's cell.
"No, I'd already got myself in enough trouble. I don't want to get you two into anymore." Nora said with a depressed tone.
"Hey, don't be saying that now. Hassan told me everything that you two saw. The monster in the sewer, the commies, and I'm not sure if you know this but they mention something to do with the president." Oliver explains all while handing Hassan more strange objects.
"Yeah… I'd figure that out a while ago when your dad came by." Nora remarks with her head down. "I'm not sure if you should do that."
Oliver then grabs Hassan shoulder. Getting him to stop. Looking at her with a confused glance, Oliver then remarks in an annoyed tone. "I'm sorry I came to save Nora Valkyrie. The Monster of the Carron household. But it seems we have came to the wrong cell and a spineless humbug imposter."
"Hey!" Nora counters but Oliver continues.
"You've been telling me these grandiose tales of yours, but the moment you are face with one you buckled down and gave up?! What happen to you! Where's your spirit, panache, that smug smile in the face of death!" Oliver continued on loudly, nearly alerting the guards as both Nora and Hassan shss him.
"SSSSSSHHHHHHHH! Ça vous dérange, j'essaye de la faire sortir sans alerter les gardes. Pouvez-vous faire la même chose!" (SSSSSSHHHHHHHH! Do you mind, I'm trying to break her out without alerting the guards. Can you do the same!) Hassan hissed as he finishes applying some wires to the object that Oliver handed him.
"Désolé Hassan." Oliver apologies before turning to Nora. "Listen, I have been wandering up and down the streets of Paris looking for Hassan here. It's already cost me my entire allowance savings, a pocket watch, some really good shoes, and I'm fairly certain I'm going to be grounded for the rest of my childhood. So if you really don't want to be saved, then I'm taking that hammer of yours. Am I understood, Queenie?"
Nora looked up at him. Oliver was giving a very serious look on his face. It took Nora a few moments before finding herself. He was right. She's Nora 'Pancake' Valkyrie damn it. Who is she to fear breaking rules! With her trademark mad grin she replies, "Nobody touches Magnhild, and stop calling me Valkyrie. I'm the cutest monster girl of the Carron household!"
Oliver gave a small chuckle as Hassan slowly descends to ground level. There Nora can see a car just waiting for them. Nora then as quietly as she can calls down to them. "So what's the plan?"
"Oh, nothing much, we just set up some of those explosions using the grenades I borrowed from your room. Along the wall, once it blows jump on down. We got the rest." Oliver explains as Hassan helps him inside. Nora gives a nod and gets ready to go. She waited for a few moments for the explosives but nothing happened. Curious she decides to get a little close to the wall when suddenly the explosives went off. Sending her flying back into the jail cell.
Nora didn't just crashed into the jail cell, she sent it flying back into the wall. Slowly picking herself up, her hair was blown back covered in soot, air knocked out of her lungs with the dust gagging her, ears were still ringing from the explosion as alarms begin to blare. Shaking her head she remarks under her breath. "Damn… got to remember not to leave my big girls at home."
As she slowly stands, a guard quickly races over to see her outside her cell. He pulls out a whistle to inform a prisoner escaping. Not thinking Nora sprints back inside and leaps onto the car, once on the car, Hassan begins the engines as Nora slides into the back. The car starts and they drove off around the corner.
As they drove around the corner, Inspector Hérisson came racing out with a few of the constables. As they do, the escape car came racing around, nearly hitting Inspector Hérisson. In slow motion, he see's Nora in the back of the car. She notices him and slowly lift the finger with a smirk on her face. Time speeds up and the car drives away, leaving Inspector Hérisson in the mud. In a growl he called out for every cop to stop them.
Meanwhile in the car, Nora got comfortable before asking in French, "Salut Hassan, comment Oliver t'a-t-il trouvé?" (Hi Hassan, how did Oliver find you?)
"Oh Ce n'était pas si difficile. Il a juste parcouru mon terrain de jeu avec une montre chère qui traînait. Je n'ai pas pu résister." (Oh It wasn't that hard. He just went up and down my stomping grounds with an expensive watch hanging out. I couldn't resist.)
"D'accord, et comment t'es-tu échappé ? Avez-vous disloqué votre pouce ou quelque chose?" (Alright, and how did you escape? Did you dislocate your thumb or something?) Nora asked.
"Aïe, pourquoi quelqu'un fait ça ? Non, j'ai juste frappé le garde avec une chaise et lui ai volé les clés." (Ouch, why anyone do that? No I just hit the guard with a chair and stole the keys off him.) Hassan replies casually.
"Oh, Cela semble si... ennuyeux. Vous êtes sûr de ne pas avoir séduit un garde ou vous êtes battu dans une salle entière d'entre eux?" (Oh, It sounds so ... boring. Are you sure you didn't seduce a guard or did you fight an entire room of them?) Nora asked, admittedly a little disappointed that there wasn't any story behind his escape. Hassan simply gave a shrug before the faint sound of sirens caught everyone's attention.
"Eh bien, on dirait que nous aurons cette police pourchasser vous fantasmer sur!" (Well, looks like we will be having that police chase you fantasize about!) Oliver shouted in French as two police automobiles drove out from around the corner. As the two car's drove by, they tried to ram Hassan off the road. Nealy succeeding, Hassan quickly swirled out of the way, but end up going down a street with stairs.
"S'accrocher à quelque chose!" (Hold on to something!) Hassan screams as he drove down the stairs.
The car bounced up and down like a baby rattle. Nora held onto Oliver for protection. The police car's didn't bother to follow, rather stopped at the top. After a few moments, the car crashes into the road bellow before taking a hard right.
"Vous allez bien tous les deux!?" (Are you two alright!?) Hassan called out.
"Nous allons bien, conduisez!" (We're fine just drive!) Nora shouted as she set's Oliver aside.
Hassan gives a nod but then a gun shot went off at the side mirror. From behind a few police cars and motorcycles came charging at them. They clear weren't fooling around now. Hassan quickly maneuvers the car around, trying to shake the police off his trail, however they were very determined to catch them.
"Oh allez… je ne peux pas les secouer!" (Oh come on… I can't shake them!) Hassan calls back as a few gun shots punctured the car.
As Nora used herself as cover for Oliver. As a few bullets bounced off her back with no effect, she reaches for her weapon, only to realize that the police had taken it prior. Cursing herself, Oliver quickly hands her something from the floor of the car. A carnival mallet that Hassan had stollen.
"Nora, utilise ça!" (Nora, use this!) Oliver shouts as he hands her the mallet.
It wasn't like her beloved weapon the Magnhild, but it will have to do. Taking it by the shaft, she quickly grabs the roof of the car and summer saults onto the roof. Took her a moment to find her balance before taking a defensive stance. She then shouts down, "Oliver, lance quelque chose, tout fera l'affaire!" (Oliver, toss something up, anything will do!)
Giving a nod, Oliver quickly looks around before finding a few items littering the ground. He proceeds to toss up expensive plates, half drunken bottles of wine, watches, and even a potted plant. Course as Hassan notice he begin to complain.
"Hé, hé! Ne jetez pas ça, ça m'a pris des semaines pour les voler!" (Hey, hey! Don't toss that, It took me weeks to steal em!) Hassan shout's out as a bullet misses his head.
"Je t'en achèterai de nouveaux! Maintenant tais-toi et donne-moi une Rolex!" (I'll buy you new ones! Now shut up and hand me a Rolex!) Oliver shouts as he tosses up a dusty old Stetson with two spades sticking out of it.
Nora proceeds to bash each one with extreme precision. Like a batter at a swatting cage. Some proved more effective than others. Junk hit the police car, breaking through the windows, or causing them to crash. The police took pot shot's at Nora, yet to them, they seem to be missing. Having enough, one officer on a motorcycle drove up to the car before leaping on. He takes a pot shot at Nora's head, hitting her mask. Causing it to crack at the top revealing some scars, Responding quickly, Nora swat's the officer with her mallet. Sending him and his teeth into a nearby fruit stand.
"Désolé! Mais tu as tiré en premier!" (Sorry! But you shot first!) Nora called out to the unconscious officer as she returned to fending off the police while keeping her balance.
As Nora managed to keep the police off there backs with assortment of junk, Hassan took a hard turn. Nora crouches down and held on tight as the car swirled around. The police cars didn't twist around in time but crashed into the side of a bakery. Hassan gave a mad chuckle as he takes his eyes off the road for a moment.
"Ha, ha! Tant pis pour les gourmands!" (Ha, ha! So long suckers!) Hassan mocks before turning his attention back to the road. There in the middle of the street was a single robed person. Hassan's eyes widen in shock as he made a hard left to evade the stranger. Screaming "Oh merde!"
The car crashes into a parked car, bouncing off and causing the vehicle to swirl around. Both Oliver and Hassan screams as Nora holds on tightly as the car swilled around and around violently before crashing into a light post. This sent Nora flying, hop scotching across the street before crashing into iron gate. The scene goes quiet for a few moments before groans can be heard from within the car. Hassan lifts his head up, revealing a rather nasty gash.
"Euh, qu'est-ce que c'était?" (Ugh, what was that?) Oliver asked as he lift his head up, feeling the effects of whiplash. As he massages his neck he then remarks "Hassan… pourquoi diable avez-vous accidenté la voiture!" (Hassan… why the hell did you crash the car!)
"Mhhh, il y avait un homme… sur la rou…" (Mhhh, there was a man… in the roa…) Before Hassan could finish, he noticed that the road was completely empty. "Mais… l'enfer! Il y avait un homme sur la route!" (But… the hell! There was a man in the road!)
"Eh bien, plus Apparemment!" (Well, not anymore apparently!) Oliver complains before realizing something. "Oh mon dieu NORA!" (Oh god NORA!)
"Oui!?" (Yeah!?) Nora asked as she appeared at the side of the car causing the two to let out a small yelp of shock. "Quoi? Est-ce que mon masque est tombé?" (What? Did my mask fell off?)
Nora then pats her mask, finding a huge chunk at the bottom of the mask was gone, revealing a huge portion of the scared face. Quickly covering it, she looked around the road to see if she can find any pieces that could be salvage.
"Euh… comment es-tu en vie!? Sans parler de marcher!" (Um… how are you alive!? Let alone walking!") Hassan asked with an astonish look on his face.
"Oh, euh je t'expliquerai plus tard." (Oh, um I'll explain later.) Nora replies as she realized how bad a tumble she took. Just as she does, she hears the sound of sirens off in the distances. "Mais maintenant, nous devons sortir d'ici." (But right now we need to get out of here.)
Hassan along with Oliver had so many questions, but she was right. Now was not the time. Nora quickly got into the vehicle and Hassan tried to get the car to start, however the engine stalled. He tried it again and the lights barley flickered on. Cursing his luck, he tried to get the old ford import to work. As he struggles, nobody noticed a figure watching on from the rooftops, loading a crossbow. Struggling a few times, Hassan managed to get the car to start but by then it was too late. Five Police car's barreled around the corner and surround them. Pointing their revolvers at them.
For added effect, play Graham Plowman Composer: H.P. Lovecraft's "The Haunter of the Dark" Orchestral Horror Music.
"Éteignez votre véhicule et sortez de la voiture! Vous êtes en état d'arrestation!" (Switch off your vehicle and get out of the car! You are under arrest!) A police officer called out to the three.
"Merde... ce n'est pas bon." (Shit... this isn't good.) Hassan remarks as he looks around for an out.
"Qu'allons nous faire?" (What are we going to do?) Oliver asked with a pinged of fear in his voice.
Nora didn't had an answer, like Hassan she was looking all around for an out but couldn't spot any. That's when she noticed something, off in the distance, the street lights begin to break. One by one. Realizing how systematic the bulbs were being destroyed to be a coincidence, Nora looked around only to see multiple figures on the rooftops. Armed with crossbows, she see's how they all aimed for the lights instead of going for the cops which could easily get the drop on. As more lights broke, the cops themselves started to notice the lack of lights. Panic issues when a horrific giggling sound can be heard. Nora and Hassan's eyes widen in fear, recognizing the sound.
"quo.. Qu'est-ce que c'est? Une hyène?" (Wha.. what is that? A Hyhena?) Oliver asked with a twinge of fear.
"Non… pire… Bien pire!" (No… worste… Much worst!) Nora replies before turning to Hassan, "Hassan, allume les putains de lumières des dieux, MAINTENANT!" (Hassan, get the gods damn lights on, NOW!)
Hassan quickly rev's the engine, trying to get the lights turned on. Meanwhile the police demanded him to stop, threatening to shoot if he didn't. As they slowly approach, with only the blinking lights of their car. As one approaches, he fails to notice the nearby manhole slowly moving aside with a huge huff of air breaking out of it. Having enough the officer was about to take a pot shot at Hassan when something grabbed his foot. Falling to the ground the gun shot missed Hassan by an inch. The cop then suddenly begins screaming as something pulls him towards the sewers. The three and group of cops watches on in horror as cop fired randomly, lighting up his trail as he was dragged into the sewers.
A group of three officers quickly raced over to the hole, pointing there weapons bellow. After a few moments of calling out to the missing officer, they received nothing but silence. One officer turns his head to look at the petrified three, he was about to order them out when the ground around the hole burst open. Screams filled the air as a monstrous form climbed on out of the hole. Nora did her best to shield Oliver from sight of the monsters silhouette. However, nothing can be unseen for the poor boy. In the low visibility, he witness the shadowy creature rip the cops to shreds. There gun shot's do nothing but briefly light up the dark street's. Giving flashes of the monstrous creature and the carniage it left behind.
"HASSAN... VOITURE... MAINTENANT! (HASSAN... CAR... NOW!) Nora screams out at a severed limb crashes down onto the car's hood.
"J'essaye, ce putain de truc ne démarre pas ! La batterie est abattue!" (I'm trying, the fuckin thing won't start! Battery is shot!) Hassan screams back as he flushes the engine multiple times. Yet nothing worked.
As the screams continued, Nora quickly looking around before spotting the lamp post. The wires were exposed and giving a few sparks. Seeing no options Nora quickly scoots to the back before grabbing the wires. Before Hassan could ask what she was doing, she took a hard bite on the wires, sending a huge voltage through her. Hassan watches in shock as her body begins to glow pink with static energy. She raced back to the front of the car before punching her fist through the dash, grabbing ahold of the engine and diverting the power to the car.
Hassan looked on with wide eyes, before he could question this, Nora turned around and demanded, "DÉMARREZ LA VOITURE MAINTENANT!!" (START THE CAR NOW!)
Hassan quickly nods before twisting the car's keys. The car stutters before suddenly the engine exploded with life… and actually exploded. As the hood flew up, Hassan floored the gas and drove away, leaving behind a gruesome scene. The monster having finished ripping the spine of one of the officers' guts noticed the car. It lets out a crackling roar before racing towards the car. Hassan tried to get the hunk of junk away but the creature managed to grab onto the back, dragging itself up before tearing apart the back. Nora couldn't do anything as she was the only one powering the car, while Hassan was driving it. Oliver now shaken out of his petrified fear looked around for something as the creature ripped the roof off. He fell onto the ground of the car as the monster looked down at him. With all it's teeth, eyes, and tendrils Oliver screams in fright as the monster let's out a horrifying shriek; exposing its huge mouth.
It was about to lunge down when Oliver grabbed the nearest thing to protect himself. A camera that Hassan had stolen. As he held it up, the camera went off with a huge flash. Exposing the horrific being, but also causing it to shriek in agony. The creature fell off the car, rolling hard with the fall, while the car quickly drives into the bright lights of the street. And just like that, that… indescribable abomination halted it's pursuit. It gives a horrific howl from the darkness before disappearing, Oliver watches on in morbid horror and curiosity as the car drives off to safety.
The scene opens on a large red curtain. After a few moments, the curtain raises. Not a few inches Wombag slides on in with a tuxedo on. Quickly getting to his feet he screams in much excitement. "I'm back baby!
Hello everybody, It's been a while but I got some exciting news. For starts Blackcross0. If memory serves correctly, you made an interesting comment about this story would make for an interesting movie? (Something along those lines.) Well congratulations. Today must be your mother f!*king birthday! Cause your wish just came true. Thanks in part to a part time-job, some personal work, and lot's of writing I have commissioned an artist to draw Ch1: The bootlegger in a manga style comic. As of this posting, I have posted page 1 on my deviant art Account, and page 1-2 on Crimson Weresloth's Discord account. Every week from now on I will post what I have. Links are on my main page and I can't wait for your responses. Now with that said this is expensive, if you would like I have recently gone into writing TTRPG Scenario's set in the same universe as RWBY Noir. (I'll post link to it on home page, along with deviant Art Account.) The first scenario is currently out and every purchase will help fund the manga. If enough purchases are made not only will help finish the manga but may even fund chapter 2. Ah… that would be awesome, but now let's get back on track with some comments and questions.
From Blackcross0: An epic car chase… with a monster and a Manga style comic. I hope you enjoy it.
Heh, trust me. He'd seen things one can experience over the course of several lifetimes… which he has seeing a second in reality is a year in dreamland.
Oh, we will be getting into that shortly. I'd Enjoy writing his character.
Yeah… hopefully I don't have to write another dance sequence for awhile.
Hmm, Maybe, but I'm busy with a comic and writing four chapter in one month so… maybe.
Thanks for writing Blackcross0
From Carre: 1. Danka… or is it Merci at this point. Oh well, medical attention is always good.
2A. Yeah… we have a lot of fun doing these anticts.
2B. Eh, better to ask then to not.
3. Yeah… but that break was well rewarded.
4. Thank yah.
Thanks for writing Carre
From Enigma: I posted the picture on my deviant art account, alongside the comic and character sketches. The link should be on my main page but if not just type in my username on google, should get you there.
Thanks for writing Enigma
From Chronos0305: Yeah, trust me it's easier said then done. I have written the lines down but if your were to translate them you will get a garble up version of the original script.
Take for example ch1's chant. "Gla'aki vulgtmah throdog vulgtmah. Y' mgep nafl given c' gof'n ot shuggog. C' ephaithe rest ot ftaghu ng bthnkor, l' ya, nng. the ph'nilgh'ri ot middle ot island, bthnkor ot nilgh'ri shuggothh, llll ephaiahmgep na'ah'ehye shuggoth ph'nglui white gla'aki llll throdog legeth ot mgepog mg calm ng quietness"
When translated you get this: "Gla'aki praise charged praise. I before not given us child of world. Us ephaithe rest of skin then meat, to me, likewise. the infinite of middle of island, meat of all men, at ephaiahmgep release man in white gla'aki at charged ignorance of deep opposite of calm then quietness"
And that isn't what I originally wrote. So to save time and sanity, I'd recommend thinking about it like magic chant. You don't question it's meaning, you know it will fuck you up if you say one word wrong… and there is no way a human tongue can pronounce the words correctly.
Thanks for writing Chronos0305
Well with that done, I'd like to say thank you for three long years of writing this story. I hope you enjoy the comic, and I'll try to write more scenario's to help fund further projects. I got one already in and another more ambitious project will come with three stories. I'd call it, Blood on the Golden star. Now, I wish y'all adieu.
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