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Inside the Élysée Palace kitchen, an hour to midnight.
3rd POV
The view opens on the kitchen. Inside a lone chef finishes dicing up the meat for Boeuf Bourguignon to be served. As he finishes up, he turns his face to reveal that his entire right side of the face has completely devastated. His brains were slowly falling out of his skull as he moves to the oven, Placing a lousily butchered arm inside. As he closes it, did the brain finally die and with that the poor man. It was a massacre; the kitchen staff had been butchered quickly and quietly. All bodies were dragged off before replaced by members of the cult who disguised themselves as the staff.
"Avez-vous fini d'injecter le paralysé à action rapide?" (Did you finish injecting the fast acting paralyses?) One of the cultists asked.
"Presque, juste un dernier." (Almost, just one last one.) The cultist remarks as he injects a strange serum into the wine. "Là ça fera l'affaire. Il ne reste plus qu'à les remettre à nos frères en staff." (There that will do. Just have to hand them out to our brothers in staff.)
The other cultist gives a nod before taking the bottles. As gets themselves ready, the group of cultists didn't realize they were being watched. Beside the door, Oliver Nora and Hassan looked on in shock. The cultist are going to poison the entire French government.
"Mon Dieu. Nous sommes trop tard." (Dear god. We're to late.) Oliver remarks.
"Pas exactement, nous devons obtenir ces bouteilles avant qu'elles ne les servent." (Not exactly, we need to get those bottles before they serve them.) Nora points out.
"Mais comment? Nous ne pouvons pas simplement nous faufiler et le prendre." (But how? We can't just sneak up and take it.) Oliver explains, just then Hassan quickly moved on out from behind the cover. Years of thieving gave him the skills to slyly move towards the cultist undetected.
Oliver and Nora watches with anticipation as he stealthy moved towards the wine. He was just about to grab it when Nora lost her footing. Tripping and causing a loud ruckus. The cultist turned to see a rather tall waiter trying to pick himself up. Realizing that they were discovered they pulled out their knives and Hathale had to hide.
Oliver quickly surrendered as Nora got them to there feet. One cultist who had a silenced revolver quickly points it at Oliver's head. "Attends ne tire pas! je n'étais pas là je te jure." (Wait don't shoot! I wasn't here I swear!)
"Désolé mon frère, au mauvais endroit au mauvais mom-AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" (Sorry Brother, wrong place wrong ti-AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!) Before the cultist could finish, a large stick shot out of Oliver's pants hitting the cultist in the groin. The other cultist looked on in confusion. To them, a giant stick just came out of tall man's pants and cheap shotted the only guy with a gun. Before they could question it, Oliver quickly grabbed the stick and pulled the mallet out of his pants. And a rather strange fight ensued.
The Cultist charged at Oliver who panicked, as he never been in a fight in his entire life. Most fights where one sides, so to have him on equal footing was new for the boy. Meanwhile Nora was completely blind and couldn't do anything but move about to avoid being shanked. The cultist tried to stab what they thought was a clumsy tall waiter. What they got was an improbable flexible whirlwind of mallet swings. Nora evaded the knives as Oliver flimsily swings the mallet about. He smacked a god few, sending one flying up into the ceiling before clonking one over the head. Despite the wobbling exterior it seems the two were doing fairly well when suddenly a silent gunshot goes off.
The fight ends and the two looked over, with the Mallet paused in air over one down cultist. It seemed the cultist from earlier had pulled himself to his feet and now held Hassan by gun point.
"Faites un autre mouvement et le nègre comprend!" (Make another move and the negro get's it!) The cultist threatens. Nora could see this but couldn't do anything. After a few moments a sudden whack could be heard. The cultist then falls unconscious, with Audra standing behind him.
"(Sigh) si peu civilisé." ((Sigh) So uncivilized.) Audra said before turning to Oliver. "Et tu! J'ai quelques questions, principalement où avez-vous vu une photo de moi?!" (And you! I have a few questions, mainly where you actually saw a picture of me?!)
"Ugh, vraiment? Pas qui nous sommes ou pourquoi le personnel a tué les cuisiniers et essaie de nous tuer?" (Ugh, really? Not who we are or why the staff had killed the cooks and are trying to kill us?) Hathale asked sarcastically as he massages his throat and gives a good kick to the man who held a gun to his head.
"Priorités d'abord." (Priorities first.) Audra replies before tossing the pan at one of the cultist head who was on top of Oliver. Rendering the man unconscious. "Maintenant, monsieur Solé. Qui es-tu vraiment?" (Now, Mr. Solé. Who are you really?)
She approached Oliver who was on the ground, he struggles to get Nora to stand up. As he does, Audra squats down and holds a rolling pin to Oliver's face. "Et choisissez bien vos mots, M. Solé. Je n'ai peut-être pas combattu dans la grande guerre, mais je peux vous en faire subir une. Ai-je été clair, fils de pu…" (And choose your words carefully, Mr. Solé. I may not have fought in the great war but I can put you through one. Have I made myself clear you son of a bi…)
"Whoa, Whoa, maman. C'est moi. Olivier." (Whoa, Whoa, mom. It's me. Oliver.) Oliver spoke as he quickly removes the fake mustache from his nose.
"Qu... OLIVIER!" (Wha… OLIVER!) Audra reeled back in shock. She didn't recognize her young boy with the mustache on. A flow of emotions hit her all at once, joy that her beloved son was unharmed, anger that he got into a fight with dangerous people, and shame that he managed to hide himself with nothing but a fake mustache. "…Comment… Comment avez-vous réussi à marcher?" (… How… How did you managed to walk?)
Nora then pop's her head out of the shirt. Revealing how Oliver managed to walk about. Nora give a cheeky smile as Audra gives a motherly death glair down at her. "Heh, re-bonjour maman Caron." (Heh, hello again Mama Craron.)
"…Toi et moi allons avoir une conversation sérieuse demain, mais pour l'instant commencez par me dire ce qui se passe au nom de la raison." (…You and I are going to have a serious conversation tommorow, but for now start by telling me what in the name of sanity is going on?) Audre said with a serious tone. Sending shivers down Nora's spine as she picks Oliver up and out of the ridiculous disguise.
"Uh eh bien…Engros,moietlevoleurdeplustôtnomméHassansommesallésdansceclubetnousavonspasséunbonmomentavantdetrouverl'undescultistesquej'aiensuitesuivijusqu'àl'antresousleclubetunmonstrenousachassésAprèsavoirétéarrêté,iletOliverm'afaitexploseroùnousavonsétépourchassésparlapoliceetl'orgeestpartilentets'estbattuaveclescommiesmaisensuitevousêtesentréetbienvousconnaissezdéjà lereste." (Uh well…BasicallymeandthethieffromearliernamedHassanbythewaywenttothisclubandhadagoodtimebeforeI foundoneofthecultistIthentrackedtotherelairundertheclubandamonsterchasedusoutAfterbeingarrestedheandOliverbrokemeoutwherewewerechasedbythepoliceandbarleymadeitawayWethenrestupatHassans homewherewemadeplanstosneakinhereandtryandstoptheassassinationoftheentiregovernmentaswellasJobertClearlywearetooslowandgotintoafightwiththecommiesbutthenyouenteredandwellyoualreadyknowtherest.) Nora blurted out a mile long causing neither of the three to understand a single word what she was saying.
As she went over the details about how she came up with the plan in embellished form Hassan asked Audre quietly. "Avez-vous une idée de ce qu'elle dit?" (Do you have any idea what she is saying?)
"Pour être honnête, je pouvais à peine comprendre la fille même quand il parle lentement." (To be honest, I could barley understand the girl even when she's speaking slowly.) Audre replies earning an aw from Hassan.
After a few moments of Nora rambling Oliver looked over and noticed the bottles of wine were missing. As he looked around for them it then seeped into his mind that the waiters must have taken it. With wide eye's he called out to Nora trying to get her attention.
"(*French Blah, blah, blah) Um Nora… (*French Blah, blah, blah) Nora! (*French Blah, blah, blah) … NORA!" Oliver shouts finally getting her attention. "Le vin est parti." (The Wine is gone.)
"…Quoi?" (… What?) Nora said with wide eyes as she looked over to the counter where the wine was. Now no longer their.
"Pendant que tu divaguais, je pense que le vin enrichi a été pris." (While you were rambling on, I think the spiked wine was taken.) Oliver said as Nora quickly raced over to see if it was missed place.
"Non, non, non, non, non, non… Hassan s'il te plait dis-moi que tu as attrapé la bouteille." (No, no, no, no, no, no… Hassan please tell me you grabbed the bottle.) Nora asked.
Hassan give a sadden shrug. "Je n'ai pas pu l'attraper. Putain de monstre m'a attrapé avant que je puisse l'arracher." (I couldn't grab it. Damn freak grabbed me before I could snatch it.)
"Merde, merde…" (Crap, crap…) Nora cursed before asking, "Ils vont servir la bouteille à Jobert… et au gouvernement. Qu'allons nous faire?!" (They're going to serve the bottle's to Jobert… and the government. What are we going to do?!)
The room goes silent excluding a few curse words from Nora. As she complains Oliver notices a pen and a napkin inside the pocket of one of the chefs. Thinking quickly, he struggles to grab it before writing a small message. He then calls out to Nora. "J'ai une idée!" (I have an idea!)
The three turned to Nora as Oliver gives a small gulp. "Eh bien, nous devons faire sortir tout le monde d'ici. Alors je pense qu'il vaut mieux que maman et moi prévenions la Légion. Pendant que ça arrive, Hassan et Nora essaient d'avertir mon père." (Well, we need to get everyone out of here. So, I think it's best that mom and me warn the Legion. While that happens, Hassan and Nora try to warn my father.)
"Comment? Nous ne pouvons pas simplement marcher vers lui et lui donner une note." (How? We can't just walk up to him and give him a note.) Hassan argues; however Oliver replies by handing him a note. "…Vous ne pouvez pas être sérieux?" (…You can't be serious?)
"Je suis, regarde ton uniforme est encore assez bien mis en place. Il suffit d'entrer et de remettre la note avant qu'il ne boive une gorgée de ce vin trafiqué." (I am, look your uniform is still fairly put together. Just walk in and hand the note off before he takes a sip of that tampered wine.) Oliver explains.
"Et qu'est-ce que je vais faire?" (And what am I going to do?) Nora asked.
"Eh bien, si tout le reste échoue, vous devez les faire sortir. Autant que quelqu'un présente votre meilleure chance de vivre." (Well, if all else fails you got to get them out. Far as anyone present your there best chance of living.) Oliver explains.
"C'est un peu exagéré Oliver. C'est juste une jeune femme." (That's a bit of a stretch Oliver. She's just a young woman.) Audra remarks. While she was impressed of her son's quick thinking, she had some doubts that Nora could face a group of thugs armed with nothing but a mallet.
"Et je l'ai vue affronter le pire." (And I seen her take on worst.) Oliver remarks before turning to Nora.
"Votre putain de raison." (Your damn right.) Nora said with a wide grin smirk while flexing one arm.
Oliver gives a smile before motioning his mom to help him. "Bon on sait tous quoi faire. Prions juste pour que ça ne puisse pas être pire." (Alright we all know what to do. Let's just pray that it can't get any worst.)
"S'il vous plaît, avec moi autour. Nous serons imparables. Maintenant, sauvons les ollies papa… et quelques politiciens." (Please, with me around. We'll be unstoppable. Now let's save ollies dad… and some politicians.) Nora remarks with an uncertain tone at the end. That didn't sound right to her. Regardless they need to stop the communist from killing people.
Before Hassan could interject anything else, Nora grabs him and the two sprint off down the halls of Élysée Palace. They made there way to the Dining room. There they see the two soldiers that were suppose to be guarding it were replaced by two cultist, armed with the weapons they stole. Acting quickly, she tossed the mallet overhead. The hammer falls down hard hitting the cultist farther from her. As he fall's on unconscious, the other cultist turns to see Nora racing towards him. He barley had enough time to get the rifle to his shoulder before she dropped kick him into the wall. He hit's the wall hard and falls unconscious, giving Nora time to get back to her feet before retrieving the hammer.
"Tu fais peur parfois… tu sais que?" (You are scary sometimes… you know that?) Hassan remarks in astonishments seeing how easy she took out two armed killers.
"Pfff, non. Eh bien… seulement quand j'en ai besoin. En toute honnêteté, je suis un amour complet." (Pfff, nah. Well… only when I need to. In all honesty I'm a complete sweetheart.) Nora said with a smile as one of the cultists pulls himself up, only to be rendered unconscious by Nora's mallet accidently bashing the back of his head.
"Uh… Bien sur." (Uh… sure.) Hassan remarks in an unconvinced tone before Nora flashes him another smile. She then made her way to the door and open the door a creek. Hassan looked inside with Nora to see that the staff were preparing to serve the wine to everyone. Hassan then mutters, "Merde, c'était trop tard." (Shit, were to late.)
"Non, nous ne le sommes pas." (No we aren't.) Nora said before grabbing Hassan. She quickly fixed his uniform before pushing him in.
"Qu'est-ce que le…" (What the…) Before he could question Nora's plan she shooed him over, to the table. Giving a small sigh he made his way towards the table as professionally as she can. Surprisingly it worked well and nobody gave him a second look. He then approached Jobert who was about to take a sip when Hassan stopped him.
"Excusez-moi, monsieur Carron. Je suis désolé de t'arrêter mais s'il te plaît, évite de boire." (Excuse me, Mr. Carron. I'm sorry to stop you but please refrain from drinking.) Hassan remarks.
"Excuse-moi?" (Excuse me?) Jobert asked with a confused look. Before he could question Hassan any further, he hands a napkin to him before another waiter grabs him.
"Frère, je ne sais pas ce que tu fais, mais je nous rends service. Prenez une pause cigarette puis rentrez chez vous, à moins que vous ne vouliez vous joindre à eux pour… le festin sanglant." (Brother, I don't know what your doing, but due us a favor. Take a smoke break then head home, unless you want to join them for… the bloody feast.) the waiter threatens as he walks Hassan through the door.
"Oh, et mon ami ? Je suis sûr qu'elle aimerait intervenir." (Oh, and what about my friend? I'm sure she would like to interject.) Hassan remarks as he opens the door.
"Tsk, n'a pas d'importance. Soit toi, soit la sal…" (Tsk, doesn't matter. Either you or the bit...) Before Cultist could finish, Nora grabbed him. She pulled him outside and smash his head against the wall. Rendering the person unconscious.
"Certaines personnes n'arrivent tout simplement pas à regarder leur langue, hein." (Some people just can't seem to watch there language huh.) Nora said as she wipes her hand in satisfaction.
Hassan rolled his eyes. He was still annoyed that Nora had pushed him into a room with the most powerful people in the country, as well as a derange cult. Before he could complain the sound of glass breaking caught his attention. Looking back in the room, the whole entire French parliament goes limp and the cultist gather around them. There leader seems to be making a huge speech.
"Merde, tout ce que Olivier a fait n'a pas fonctionné." (Shit, what ever Oliver did didn't work!) Hassan cursed before looking around before picking up a rifle. "Je ne sais pas si nous pouvons les arrêter avec juste un maillet et un fusil, mais si nous attendons le moment opportun, nous pouvons." (I'm not sure if we can stop them with just a mallet and a rifle, but if we wait for the opportune moment we may…)
Before he could finish, Nora had disappeared, leaving Hassan grumbling as he prepared to fight. Meanwhile inside the head cultist was finishing up his self-indulge monologue as the rest breaks the lights in the room. "Maintenant, autant que j'aimerais jubiler. Je pense qu'il est préférable que vous preniez ces derniers instants pour réfléchir. Après tout. Après ce soir… les ouvriers de Paris vont se réjouir, en emportant d'ici ce qu'il reste de vos corps." (Now, as much as I'd like to gloat. I think it's best that you take these final moments to reflect. After all. After tonight… the workers of Paris will rejoice, as they carry what remains of your bodies from here.)
"Une partie de moi souhaite pouvoir voir clairement quelle transaction va suivre… mais vos cris devront faire l'affaire… au revoir, chiens bourgeois." (A part of me wishes I could see what transaction next clearly… but your screams will have to do… goodbye, bourgeoisie dogs.) He then puts his hand on the switch, just about to flip it when a loud giddish yahoo can be heard overhead. Looking up the Head Cultist only had a moment to dodge as Nora nearly slam the mallet into his head.
The hammer slams down and split the marble flooring. Leaving the entire room in silence. A girl, with a mask just leapt down from the ceiling and armed with a carnival mallet. It left the room completely silent. Just then she quickly threw her hammer at the nearest cultist, breaking their stunned shock and caused them to raise their guns at her. Before any could, a shot rang out from the main entrance. Hassan enters the room and killed two cultists with three shots. They in return open fire with bullets and crossbows. One cultist who was close to Jobert had an open shot when the table flipped onto him. Jobert had arisen in the midst of the chaos and quickly over powered the young man. Pulling out his concealed pistol before pistol whipping the cultist. He then used the table as cover as he fired off into the expose backs of the others.
The lead cultist had pulled himself to his feet. He can see that his plans were generally foiled. No matter if he must become the martyr to the cause then he shall. He raced over to the light switch and was about to flick it when a hammer came down on his arm, breaking it.
"Oups, je visais tes jambes… eh bien, c'est fini fluage." (Whoops, I was aiming for your legs… oh well, it's over creep.) Nora mocked as the man holds his shattered arm.
"Ugh, vous… salope…" (Ugh, you… bitch…) The man struggles to say with the intense pain in his arm. He looked up in rage but holds it in as he remarks "Rien... ne peut arrêter... ma VENGEANCE!" (Nothing… can stop… my VENGEANCE!)
He then leapt forward with a knife popping out of his sleeve. She easily evaded it as she brings the hammer down on him. Smashing his leg and breaking it into multiple fractures. What she did not notice was how the knife punctured the switch, causing it to short circuit before the lights flicker off. The cultist leader gives a mad chuckle as panicked screams of horror can be heard from all remaining cultist. Some tried to flea only for Jobert or Hassan to quickly intervened. Though it was strange how the cultist feared the dark more then being shot. It was then that hideous sound was heard. A Hyena like crackle echoed throughout the room. It took Nora only a few moments to realize what he had done. She tried to flip the switch but nothing.
"… oh… shit." Nora said before something burst from the center floor. A horrific monster had broken through the Marble, letting out a terrifying crackle.
Its multiple eyes were fixated on President Doumergue. He was still paralyzed from the poison, but his eyes glinted with fear of the monstrous creature. It moved towards him, giving multiple crackles before a gun shot hits it. Turning around it see's Hassan firing multiple rounds at it in the dark. However, these 8mm Lebel rounds bounced off the creature liked they were measly 22. The creature let's out an annoyed howl before charging towards him. He safely dived out of the way as the creature tackles a fleeing cultist instead. Blood curdling screams can be heard as the monster ripped the man to shreds. The rest of the cultist were targeted by proxy. As they were ripped to shreds, Nora couldn't help but notice they were trying to flash lights at the creature. Her thoughts however were interrupted by Jobert calling out.
"Nora! Nora! English girl! Jobert shouts out to her, finally catching her attention by a staff door. "We need to get them out of here! Grab as many as you can! You and your friend!"
It took Nora a few moments to reel back from the shock of horror before giving a nod. Jobert had grabbed the President while the rest grabbed a random member of the French Parliament. As Jobert escorts the mostly paralyzed president, he struggles to speak.
"Jo-bert… qui… qui est… elle?" (Jo-bert… who… who is… she?) President Doumergue asked.
"Oh, tu te souviens des rumeurs selon lesquelles j'avais un monstre vivant dans mon domaine?" (Oh, well you remember the rumors that I had a monster living at my estate?) Jobert said with a smile as he got President Doumergue outside the dining room, into the brightly lit corridor. President Doumergue struggled to nod. "Eh bien, je suis désolé de dire que ces rumeurs étaient pour la plupart fausses, c'est vraiment une jeune fille douce mais trop énergique." (Well I'm sorry to say those rumors were for the most part false, she's really a sweet if overenergetic young girl.)
Just then Nora races by carrying twenty members of parliament like they were nothing but a sack of potatoes. Hassan followed after with two members underhand, Though he could only barley carry the two. As they do President Doumergue gave Jobert a surprise look on his paralyzed face. Jobert responded, " (Well… maybe a tad excessively strong, but none the less she's a sweet girl… most of the time.)
President Doumergue couldn't give any words. Both figuratively and literally. Jobert had just reached the safety of the outside, where multiple members of the Legion were fighting the cultist with relatively ease. Nora then raced past the two to rescue the rest of members of the third parliament. Hassan was trying to catch his breath as Jobert lays the president down. As he looks around his mind turned back to Nora and that… thing. She had raced in to save the rest and all she had was a wooden Mallet. Not sure what it was he just knew that wouldn't do. So once he was sure the president was safe Jobert raced to find his car. He left something in the back, in case of emergencies.
Back inside, Nora races in to rescue the remaining politicians… again doesn't sound right but still they don't deserve to die. She made it back only to find the monster had begun ripping to shreds a few parliament figures. Its hideous face had turned to one of the few remaining members as it moves in towards him. A faint paralyzed cry can be heard as the monster lunges at him. Acting quickly Nora strikes the creatures back with the hammer. However, upon smashing against it the hammer snapped in two like a twig.
"Oh… crap." Nora remarks as she looks at the snapped mallet.
The creature, annoyed with her send her flying back with it's monstrous arm. She hit the wall hard. Any harder and the force would have broken her aura. As she pulls herself to her feet, the muffled screams of politician can be heard as the creature turns to Nora. The entire frontal half of his body from the chin down was gone. Nora could see an arm protruding from it's lips as it sucks down the morsal like a stick of gum. It then slowly approaches her as Nora backs away. She couldn't see a way out as she slowly backs away. That's when she hears a voice.
"Little English girl!" Jobert shouts as he appears by the side door. He had just arrived with something in hand to see Nora cornered by the monster. He then tosses her Maghild. The huge hammer lands in Nora's hand, like a silver drum, she quickly circles around as the weapon extends out. As she does the monster lunges towards her. She slams her hammer into the side of its head. The power behind the slam didn't break the skin but send the monster flying back against the wall.
"OOOOOOOhhhhhh… yeah… it's good to have you back." Nora whispers to her hammer before charging forward.
The monster begins to recover as Nora slams her hammer into the beast. As she fought on, Jobert and Hassan tried to help by firing their weapons at the creature. But nothing seems to be working. Even Nora's strikes proved to do nothing as the creature had begun to rag doll Nora rather than out right eat her. She was tossed across the room, hitting a chandelier overhead. As it falls to the ground, an expose wire can be seen. Nora didn't notice rather she picked herself up and charged back, only for the monster to toss her back across the room. Hassan however just ran out of rounds when he spots the expose wire.
"Salut Nora!" (Hey Nora!) Hassan called out as Nora was tossed over head.
She pulled herself from the rubble before shaking her head of the debris. "Oui!?" (Yeah!?)
"Combien d'électricité votre aura peut-elle contenir?" (How much electricity can your aura of yours hold?) Hassan asked as he rips the sleaves of his uniform off his arm and wrapped it around his hand.
"Phss, Je peux survivre à être frappé par cinq éclairs sans transpirer." (Phss, I can survive being struck by five bolts of lightning bults without breaking a sweat.) Nora boast.
"Que diriez-vous d'un palais de l'Élysée entire?" (How about an entire Élysée Palace?) Hassan asked as he points to the expose wire.
"Heh, comme si tu avais même besoin de demander." (Heh, like you even need to ask.) Nora said with a mad smirk.
The two then turn back to the monster who is trying to grab Jobert. Nora raced forward and begins firing multiple rounds of Explosives into the side of the monster, trying to gain its attention. The few shots that hit it did, and with an angry growl it turned to face her.
"Hey! Ugly, come and get me!" Nora shouts in English as she transforms her weapon back into a Warhammer. The monster roared before racing towards her. As she prepares to swing Hassan hasten free's the electrical cord from the rubble and goes to shove it into Nora's back… however he slipped and the wire went a lot lower than expected.
Time slowed down as Nora eye goes wide. She felt a tingling in the back side. Alone with that the electric cord fueling her Semblance. The whole house of the Élysée Palace begins flashing with great amount of electricity flowing from that wire into Nora's bottom area, causing her entire body to glow a blinding pink. The creature let's out a painful squeal at the bright lights when a loud smashing sound can be heard. It was like a hollowed-out watermelon burst into pieces. Nora's semblance dim's down, revealing the room to be completely covered in gut's blacken tentacle flesh, and the smell of putrid flesh. At the center of the room was Nora, her entire backside was clean with the exception of a ruffled skirt. A few surges of electricity sparked in Nora's hair before turning around. Her entire front face was covered in splatted remains of that monster but the Blush on her cheeks can be seen through.
"…Hassan… il vaudrait mieux que ce soit un accident ou je jure sur mon amour pour les crêpes, Ren et les crêpes, que je te réduirai les genoux en poussière." (…Hassan… that better have been an accident or I swear on my love of Pancakes, Ren, and Pancakes, that I'll grind your knees to dust.) As Nora finishes, she wipes the vial black mush from her face only to see Hassan on the ground. Shaking violently and his hands slightly smoking. Horror over took her face as she remarks in English. "Oh, shit, Hassan!"
Nora raced over to her friend who was shaking violently. As she holds him, some static zapped her causing her to flinch a bit before touching him. He looked like he was having a stroke. As she holds on, Jobert's eyes slowly readjust to the room where he sees Nora holding Hassan.
"Jobert, is he alright! Please tell me he's going to be alright!" Nora shrieks in horror as the young lad is having difficulties breathing.
"Ugh, was he struck by the electricity? He could be having a seizure." Jobert replies as he checks the boy's hand. Third degree burns all over inside of the palms, fingers, and knuckles on the right hand. Quickly removing more pieces of the boy's sleave he wraps them around before picking Hassan up. "I need to get him to a hospital."
"Don't you mean we?" Nora asked as she help's Jobert pick him up.
"No, just me. You, need to track the man down before he get's away." Jobert said as he points with his head towards the light switch. There a blood trail can be seen leading out the window towards Champs-Élysées Garden. He then heads to the door as Nora follows the Blood trail. She can see the shadowy figure limping along. She was about to jump out when Jobert called out to her. "Oh, and little English girl."
Nora turns to him. With a serious look Jobert said the following four words, "Break his Enculées, legs."
Nora gives a serious nod before leaping out of the window and racing after the lead cultist. Jobert heads out the side door towards safety. As they parted, neither one was aware of a fourth induvial in the room. The mysterious figure watched from the shadows, with great interest. Once Nora had leapt out the window and Jobert disappeared, did this mysterious figure follow Nora.
The view shifts inside of the Champs-Élysées. With his royally foiled the lead Cultist worked on getting away from that monster. Not the one he was gifted but the one who walks on two feet. His leg was fractured, and his arm was splintered to the point that bone is showing. As he was making his way a sudden snapping of a twig got his attention. He froze with a look of horror on his face. As he looks around, a scraping noise can be heard behind him. On the verge of completely panicking, he pulls out a revolver and begin twist around as fast as he could. He then fires off two shots into the shadow, hitting nothing but a tree. Knowing he didn't hit anything he struggles to move away when another brazen noise caused him to fire off a shot. This time it scared a stray cat away from its meal. Fear fully running through him he trudges on to escape when a loud scraping noise cause him to lose it. He fires off all four remaining round but hit nothing. He then begins reloading his revolver as he backs away.
"Où es-tu, bon sang." (Where the hell are you.) He asked as he slowly ejects the roads from his revolver.
"Juste derrière toi." (Right behind you.) Nora replies causing the Cultist to nearly shit himself with fear. He twists around but Nora had swung her hammer, rag dolling the man and sending him flying away. He lands hard on the ground with the revolver sliding just out of reach of him.
He could feel his chest cavity has caved in or his rib cage was completely cracked. He couldn't move his leg as he flops like a fish out of water. His eyes looked up to see Nora walking towards him with hammer resting on her shoulder.
"Vous savez, vous avez dupé presque tout le monde. Se débarrasser des preuves, faire taire les témoins. Mais je l'ai compris au moment où nous nous sommes posés les yeux." (You know, you had almost everyone fooled. Getting rid of evidence, silencing witnesses. But I figured it out the moment we laid eyes on each other.) Nora said before slamming her hammer into his good leg. Breaking it into two. His screams of agony only motivate the man to reach the revolver, even in vain.
"Il y avait quelque chose chez toi. Quelque chose à propos de votre attitude, de vos yeux. Et cette tête de rat. Mais après m'avoir enfermé, je savais que tu préparais quelque chose. Et je suis content de savoir que j'y ai mis fin… Inspecteur Hérisson." (There was something about you. Something about your attitude, your eyes. And that rat face. But after the whole locking me away, I knew you were up to something. And I'm glad to know that I put an end to them… Inspector Hérisson.) Nora said as she kicks the cultist onto his back.
"Ugh… Ugh… (Cough, Cough.)… quoi?" (Ugh… (Cough, Cough.)… what?) The lead cultist asked before Nora leans down, nearly pressing her face against his mask. She then begins to explain her theory like one of those detective characters from a tv show she and Ren would watch.
"J'ai remarqué votre comportement étrange pour piéger Jobert le premier jour de notre rencontre, votre mécontentement envers moi et votre volonté d'interroger un enfant. Il était facile pour vous de cacher les armes et les preuves, mais lorsque ce monstre ne pouvait pas me tuer ainsi que mon ami, vous deviez obtenir des aveux. C'est pourquoi vous montrez négligemment vos capacités au poste de police, essayant de me faire de faux aveux avec ce mauvais œil. Mais ça n'a pas marché, maintenant je vais dénoncer la fraude que vous êtes... Inspecteur Hérisson." (I noticed your strange behavior to frame Jobert the first day we met, your distain to me and willing to interrogate a child. It was easy for you to hide the weapons and evidence, however when that monster couldn't kill me and my friend you needed to gain a confession. Hence why you sloppily show off your ability at the police station, trying to get a false confession out of me with that evil eye. But it didn't work, now I will expose the fraud that you are… Inspector Hérisson.) Nora deduced with a smug smile.
The cultist remains quiet for a few moments before letting out a small chuckle. That chuckle then grew into a mad laughter, then insane hysteria. While it did hurt excruciatingly, he continued to laugh a maniacally and haunting laugh. After a few moments he calmed down before looking Nora in the eye. "Heh, Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh… pensez-vous vraiment… que je suis ce… chien enragé Inspecteur… Hérisson? Heh, (Cough, Cough) tu es encore… plus stupide, que je ne l'ai d'abord pris… toi, pour." (Heh, Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh… do you truly… think, that I am that… mad dog Inspector… Hérisson? Heh, (Cough, Cough) your even… dumber, then I first took… you, for.)
He then grabs the top of his mask and removes it. Revealing himself as none other then Ceil Sebastian, the Butler. Nora almost immediately froze. She never saw it coming. I mean she had seen enough movies and tv bits where the killer is the Butler, but she thought it was a cliché. Not something that actually happens. As her mind tries to figure out how is this possible, she failed to see him reaching for the revolver.
"Sébastien… pourquoi?" (Sebastian… why?) Nora asked as she tries to grasp why.
"Tu… ne… sauras, jamais." (You… will… never, know.) Sebastian said before placing the revolver in his mouth. Before Nora could even stop him, he had pulled the trigger. Splattering his brains over the ground.
Nora was utterly confused. She was absolutely positive and then some that this man was Inspector Hérisson. But no, it was the butler. The tattoo on his hand confirmed it. But the reason behind it all still left her feeling hollow. As Nora tries to wrap her head around this a slow clap can be heard from behind her.
"Bien joué (Clap, Clap) madame, (Clap, Clap) bien joué (Clap, Clap) en effet." (Well done (Clap, Clap) madam, (Clap, Clap) well done (Clap, Clap) indeed) The voice from behind remarks. Looking behind her she was shock to see it was none other then President Doumergue Standing alone behind her. After a few moments of slow clapping, he walked towards her. "Je dois admettre que je n'ai pas vu ce genre d'action depuis… enfin jamais. Calme un étonnement." (I must admit, I haven't seen this kind of action since… well ever. Quiet an amazement.)
"Um… merci président… dites comment êtes-vous sorti d'ici?" (Um… thank you president… say how did you get out here?) Nora asked slightly confused why the president of the third republic was standing before him.
"Eh bien, après que Jobert m'ait porté, j'ai rapidement récupéré. Je te regarde combattre cette… abomination avant de poursuivre ce traître communiste." (Well, after Jobert carried me out I quickly recovered. I watch you fight that… abomination before giving chase to that communist traitor.) President Doumergue remarks before looking down at the corpse of Sebastian. "Fait magistralement, en le manipulant. Comment t'appelles-tu jeune madame?" (Masterfully done, handling him. What is your name young Ms?)
"Um, Nora… Nora Valkyrie." Nora remarks with a suspicious look.
"Alors, Mme Valkyrie, vous avez vraiment les remerciements. Pas seulement de moi mais de tout Paris aussi." (Then, Ms. Valkyrie, you truly have the thanks. Not only from me but all of Paris as well.) President Doumergue said before holding out his hand. "Ce serait non seulement un honneur mais un privilège de vous serrer la main." (It would not only be an honor but a privilege to shake your hand.)
Nora looked down at President Doumergue hand. The way this situation was way to suspicious. Where is the president's guards? Where is Jobert? And why wasn't Inspector Hérisson the main villian? As she looked down at the hand the words from her strange dream enter her mind. 'Don't Shake the False Hand.' After a few tense moments Nora looked up into President Doumergue eyes before asking in English, "Who are you?"
"Je vous demande pardon?" (I beg your pardon?) President Doumergue asked with a perplex look on his face. "Je suis ton président, Gaston Doumergue." (I'm your president, Gaston Doumergue.)
Nora then pulls out her war hammer and got into a defensive stance. She had heard many things about Doumergue. Not one of them mentions him speaking fluent English. Before President Doumergue could even question why, Nora slams her weapon down on his head… yet somehow it didn't do anything. An unknown force had grabbed her hammer just above President Doumergue head, stopping the hammer mere inches from it. Nora pushed and pulled but the hammer remains still. After a few attempts, President Doumergue walked out from underneath with his eye's clothes, and small haunting chuckle burst from his mouth.
"Heh, Heh, Heh, Heh, Heh, Heh, Heh, Heh, Heh, Heh, Heh, Heh, Heh, Heh, Heh, Heh, Heh, Heh, Heh, Heh, Heh, Heh, Heh, Heh, Heh, Heh, Heh… Aw, so close." President Doumergue said in a multitone and none accent tone. Suddenly he opens his eyes, revealing his entire eyes were black as the void itself. "I have to admit, for a human you are tenacious. Even a bit exciting, heh. And coming from me that's high praise, though I'll admit. I'm a bit insulted you didn't shake my hand."
"Who… what are you?" Nora asked in an uneasy tone as she lets go of the hammer. Only to find it floating in the air.
"Hmm, I had many names over the centuries. None of them matter." The… thing that took on President Doumergue appearance, said as he walked around Nora. "But for simplicity, you can refer to me as, the Messenger."
"Messenger? Hmm, I was warned not to shoot one, but I thought it was because I can't send the message back!" Nora remarked spitefully.
"Hmm, yes. Though I'm the original Messenger, most don't dare to shoot me." The Messenger said before passing by a street light. Suddenly disappearing behind it. Nora looked around the lamp but he wasn't there, that's when she turned around, only to see him behind her. "But with most messages being slow I tend to come down to this hobble little planet to enjoy the sights and sounds. Oh and to spread utter chaos among you insignificant ants."
Suddenly, the face of the messenger completely melts away into a disgusting goo, hitting the ground with a sudden splat. As Nora reels back in discuss, she saw underneath. It was Raymond Barbeau. Pushing back his hair and readjusting his suit the Messenger continues. "See, this world is completely dull, always putting the perspectives of themselves. So every now and again I come on down and spread a little mayhem, to wake them to the complexity and unrelenting truths of the universe."
"You're a… shape shifter." Nora remarks as she backs away. As she does, the Messenger suddenly appears behind her now looking like Jobert.
"Well, I have millions of forms but I'd prefer the term. Trickster of the cosmos." The man said mimicking Jobert's voice.
"And what do you want with me!" Nora said as she tries to throw a fist at the messenger, only to stop. Right before her was none other than her own mother. Just how she remembers her. With a smirk the Messenger explains while perfectly mimicking Nora's mother's voice.
"Well, with you. Nothing. I could honestly not give a mere thought about you. Like your mother did in that Grimm attack." The Messenger said earning a response from Nora who goes to punch the messenger in the back of the head. However, he vanished and reappeared behind her as Pyrrha. With a sinister smirk the messenger continues. "The human whom you have slain had contacted me. Asking for help to overthrow your human government. Normally, I'd ignore politics. Boring beyond belief, even for a human. However, politics and murder, well. I've been to Russia. Killed Tsar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain. Heh, so much death and madness… over the simplistic of things. Though admittedly I will miss the Tsar's persist. Man was a devoted follower and had good taste in causing mayhem."
The Messenger then modified Pyrrha's body, bloating her to abnormal size as clumps of hair with the flesh still attached fell to the ground. The body he now inhabits was that of Nora's favorit Professor, Port. He then turned to her while stroking his new mustache, "But somehow you stopped me, and while this isn't the first plot foiled, you are one of the few who remained sane. Tsk. Well… recently I had involved this plot out in London but, well. Surprisingly a Nun that an associate of mine had possessed, put an end to my fun. Hmm, perhaps being locked away in that sarcophagus for so many years made me rusty."
"What are you talkin… oh… oh… my gods…?" Nora then stopped as it clicks in her head. "You… you were in the pyramid… weren't you?"
"Ah and the last Byakhee had crossed the finish line. Yes my dear I was, and don't worry. I won't steal your soul like the last time. I found a much more suitable form of nourishment to contain myself. Though If it's any consolation, your soul tasted much sweeter… a little too sweet." The Messenger said as he walks around Nora.
Recalling the horrors in those shifting sands, Nora raced over to her hammer, reaching into the slot she pulled out a Flashbang bomb. She turns to throw it when the Messenger wrapped his hand around her neck. Lifting her up. He had taken the form of the very same monster that she had met in the pyramid.
"Now, now. I can kill you, or drive you irreversibly insane right here, right now. Your life is utterly meaningless in the grand schemes of my father's will… but you entertain me. So I'll make you an offer." The Messenger said before dropping Nora to the ground. She gasped and coughed for air when the Messenger looked down at her. Now taking the form of her beloved Lie Ren. Reaching out with his hand he made the offer in Ren's voice, "Worship me. Agree to forgo all gods and devote yourself to my covenant. In doing so I offer you not only everything from riches to immortality, But I'm sure all you want most of all, is to see him again. Don't you?"
"… You… You know where Ren is?" Nora asked with wide eyes.
"Of course, I do. He's in the dreamlands. Sadly there is very few ways to get there. None of them possible with a little helping… hand." The Messenger said as he lowers his hand to Nora. "Do we have… an accord?"
Nora looked on at the hand. The idea of seeing Ren again was so tempting that she was just about to take the hand… when she recalled it at the last second. The warning written on Ren's clothes… he must have sent it to her… to stop her. The messenger looks at her in confusion as Nora slowly picks herself up.
"No… I'm not going to shake your hand." Nora remarks as she gets to her feet. "I know I'm the smartest person in the world… or in a room. But I know a bad deal. Specially, coming from a guy who's pretending to be my Renny."
"Hmm… so that's a no?" The messenger asked, only to get a left hook from Nora. He kept his face pointed to the side for a few moments before turning it around. Revealing a horrific shriveled up face. It looked like her beloved had starved for years. Malnourish, under groomed, and despair within his eyes. "(Sigh) I should be angered. Kill you even for merely thinking to say no. But yet you are possibly the most fun I have in centuries. An opponent, who may have a chance to foil my plans… Heh, a human vs's a god. Now that is quite a ridiculous idea."
As he monologues on about the strange concept Nora goes for a right hook, but it was caught. The messenger held her fist with immense strength. Even with the Aura protecting her, she felt the crushing strength rendering her Aura and bones to nothing. As Nora let's out an agonizing scream the Messenger spoke to her in a fierce tone.
"Don't mistake my mercy as favoritism. Trust me I am very angered that you declined my offer. There will be punishment, but I won't render your feeble mind to nothing but gibbering notions like all whom… 'displeased', me. I think I'll take this frustration out on your beloved." The Messenger said in a stern Ren tone before throwing Nora to the ground.
"Augh… tsk… Don't… you… dare… touch… him." Nora said as she held her broken right hand.
"Oh I won't touch him…" The messenger said as he turns away from Nora. He then altered his voice causing Nora's eyes to go wide. "… Rather, I think you will."
Turning around, he revealed that he had morphed into Nora's current form. However he reaches for the mask on his face, removing it to show a non scared half. With a sinister smirk he tosses the mask At Nora. She caught it but suddenly dropped it when she saw the horrors on the other side. As it does, the Messenger appeared right behind her, before stealing her mask from her face.
"Don't threat child. I have taken your form before in the Dreamlands. It took your beloved, 'Renny' a year to realize it, but I enjoyed the payout of that surprise." The Messenger said as he adorns the mask with one hand and the other extending his finger to an unusual and freakish size; booping Nora on the nose. She swats it away before tearing the mask away from the Messengers face. Doing so reveals a horrific mutilated face. One far more disturbing than anything she had. With the shock, Nora falls to the ground as the messenger walks away, still in Nora's form.
"I'll give you a while for respirate… but I'll be back. And I expect quite a show." The Messenger said as he walks into the shadows. Nora sat there for some time as the view pulls away, and police sirens can be heard moving towards her location.
Hello everybody! Wombag1786 here.
Well… I didn't see that coming. No really, it never would have come across my mind during this entire arc. I mean I know the Butler did it… but I honestly thought the zelous inspector was the villian. Huh, regardless while I wish I could have done more with the fight sequence, this conversation with a god proved to be a favorite of mine. Not everyday you have a conversation with death incarnated. Now with that done, Let's get to question and comments.
From Carre: 1a. Thanks.
1b. Yeo.
2. … huh was expecting a bit more but then again, I'm tapped for creativity with this story. Hopefully next one will be more enjoyable. Still thanks for the thumb.
Thanks for writing Carre.
From Black cross0: Ok… she has a conversation with god. A dickish one. I'd bet a candy bar if you can guess who.
Heh, you read my mind. Though I doubt you'll see what comes next. It involves a phone call and pancakes.
Yeah… though it raises certain questions. Like how the hell are they going to cover it up… or explain the gorged politicians.
Thanks for writing Black cross0.
From Crimson Weresloth: I'm good. The empire and I are… not on speaking terms. After an incident with me using the god emperor as a human shield. (I believe you were there for that.) Heh, trust me… she's going to give them an earful.
Thanks for writing Crimson Weresloth.
Well that's that. Huh, outside the introduction chapters this is my longest Arc. One last chapter to go, I'll be honest this one has been difficult to write due to the number of writers blocks I got while writing. Now that it's ending I have to come up with a new form of terror. I digress, can't wait to wrap this up with a pretty bow. Please Fav and Fol the story leaves a comment or question bellow.
This is Wombag1786 signing off.
