The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
For a few moments inside the church, it was pure and utter pandemonium. Just as Vicente roared, his young prey freaked out and attempted to run. This, of course, only caused the savage minded assassin to chase after her. Along the edge of the church they ran, knocking over items which were hung on the walls with care or stepping over already fallen material. One ran for her life while the other chased in order to end it. It was a true game of cat and mouse and it would end in the very same way.
Very little of Vicente’s rationale remained. He wanted blood, that was all that was pumping through his mind. He needed to stop her heart and to extinguish her little flame from this world. She had seen too much for one thing, and for another, her scent was so new and exciting…she was like catnip.
And he wanted to play.
He ran with all his might. Teeth gnashing, primate paw smashing, golden eyes wide and feral as they focused directly on his fleeing little piggy. Then…something went flying towards his face.
THUD!!
Vicente hissed in pain as the heavy candle holder she had been holding was hurled. He was fast, he knew that, but he was so single minded at the moment that he did not give himself the chance to move out of the way. Instead he barely moved his head quick enough to feel the heavy item slam against the side of his nose. His roar of pain echoed out through the high church ceilings and sang like a chorus of pain riddled cherubs. In the meantime, the taste of blood dripped into his mouth and his frenzy multiplied tenfold.
>> "Leave me alone!"
The podium next tumbled towards him as he stumbled after her. But that was weightless and easily deflected. Vicente snarled menacingly as she ran more, this time back to the pews. She was making hopeless circles. All she was doing was running but she did not know exactly where. She made the perfect lost, confused and helpless little rabbit that he could hope for.
But as she ran, those wriggling snakes that slinked in and out of her hair opened their maws wide and spat at him. At first Vicente ignored their useless attempts but the second a line of the fluid streaked across the bicep of his human arm, Vicente began to feel the burning pain! It felt like his skin was rotting and dying while it was still on him! It took a few seconds for that tiny bit to stop hurting, at least enough for him to move again.
She caused him pain. TWICE! There was no mistaking what he was going to do to her now.
Another menacing roar and Vicente was on her like a released, wild beast. He charged fast, leaping over pews until he saw her slip and falling. The second she flipped onto her back…Vicente vaulted!
All time seemed to slow as, mid-air, his body momentarily blocked out the light. Vicente was sure of his demonic appearance. Cloaked in black except for the highlighted outer edges of his body; the large, muscular, black gorilla arm that was poised ready to strike, the second hand which had so swiftly pulled a gleaming silver blade from its sheath, and the wide open, yellow fang filled mouth that slowly grew wider and wider the closer he fell. It looked almost as if that gapping blackness in his mouth could swallow a human soul whole. But the worst of all, the most diabolical and demented was the large, feral eyes, wild with bloodlust, and the mass of tangling waving fur that made the lion’s mane.
He was a true beast of chaos and his shadow alone eclipsed the fleeing girl.
THUD!!![/i]
His 6’1, massive and muscular frame landed hard. One of his booted feet smashed onto the ground as he landed, but it wasn’t all ground. Underneath that heavy heel was the small, green skinned, thin ankle of the piggy that so desperately attempted to flee. If it was not broken, it was at least twisted enough to keep her from running much faster. But, evening as his devilish form loomed over her, there was a glint, a sliver of light. Normally when someone sees a silver lining, it is a sign of hope. Something telling them that there is still a chance to live, that they can hold hope alive!
This time…it was the blur of a silver blade as it was heft high then…held stiff and cold for a second in the air before…in a flash…it was brought down, aimed directly for the largest and most active of those annoying snakes.
There was no need for words now. The sadistic grin that split his face horizontally spoke volumes…
Andrea's scream was shrill and filled to the brim with pain. Fire ripped a path up her leg, winding up into her hips and ending at the base of her spine. It felt like all of his weight had landed squarely on her ankle! A clean fracture of her fibula, though she didn't know it. The bone cracked, separated, then settled together again- grinding against itself in a way that multiplied the pain times ten.
The sound produced was anything but music to her ears... a popping crunch that vibrated up her shin bone. She tugged at it, her foot, too intent on escape to care that she could have been doing more harm than good. The pain, coupled with his shadow blotting out the light and her inability to scramble away dragged a frustrated whimper from her throat. She could feel herself tightening up... becoming frantic and careless, and she couldn't stop it. Tears pushed at the corners of her eyes and her throat was slowly closing up. She felt like an animal with it's leg caught in a trap; her eyes pinned to the hunter as he towered above her. His arm rose up with a glinting threat gripped in his hand- Then it plunged.
Andrea had once thought that getting sliced in the arm was one of the most painful things she had ever felt. A half inch deep wound that was barely done needing stitches had left her whining for days, picking at scabs, and bemoaning to herself about getting into such trouble. Now, the Lions blade sank into Sloths flesh like it was butter. She felt the snakes pain like he had stabbed her straight in the chest, and sucked in a breath through her teeth before letting go of a shriek so powerful it tore at her throat on the way out. The blade was sharp, and driven in with a strong hand. Nothing stood in its way and after it had burrowed completely through Sloths meaty middle, she felt the tip carve its way into her shoulder. She screamed again, high pitched and desperate, reaching out with her gloved hand to push at his in the vain hope that he would withdraw the blade. The white snake thrashed, mouth open wide in a silent scream, fangs bared at everything and nothing.
"...Please! Please stop!"
Sloth was pinned to her shoulder though the middle and had never suffered such pain before. He threw his body forward, angry beyond all measure at everything, and in a fit of rage sank his teeth into Andreas coat. Ira reacted in that instant, discharging all of the tension in his curled body as he lunged toward the arm of the attacker. Gula followed suit, half inch long fangs pointed at the man. Pressure built up on the inside of his jaw, where poison glands were hidden, and two streams of venom shot out at Vicente.
At the same time, Andrea was slapping her bare hand against the floor above and behind her, trying to find something- anything- that she could grab a hold of and use to beat at him with. She could feel another shriek building up in her chest and tears had broken free from her eyes, coursing down the sides of her temples. Her fingertips brushed against something solid, something just out of reach... She attempted to wiggle herself closer to it while her snakes went on the offensive, her fingers grasping and clawing at the floor.
Vicente heard the bone break. It was clean and, if she had lived, eventually it would have healed with some help from the doctors. But it was obvious that he was not going to let her have that chance. Instead, the old, chimera assassin took a large bit of pleasure in seeing the young woman flail and scream, especially when that bone in her ankle broke. She had a beautiful voice, a sing-song voice that made him wish that he had had a recorder. Just so that on his lonely nights staking out another victim, he could play it, over and over again, just for himself, his private choir.
Hmm…maybe she would wait for him while he ran out to get a recorder. After all, how far was she really going to go? Her ankle was broken.
It was then that he felt the length of his knife pierce the meaty flesh of the largest snaked that attempted to circle around her protectively. The snake hissed and attempted to flail but it was pinned down to her, seeping precious ruby fluids all the more thanks to its movements. This seemed to awaken the rest of the wriggling creatures as they all seemed to sense that one of their own was damaged. But Vicente didn’t care. The grin across his face was sadistically disturbing.
Further screams issued forth from her and he felt like he was at the orchestra. He the conductor, her the music. He would direct her more.
>> "...Please! Please stop!"
“Louder!” he snarled as his grip on the blade handle tightened. “I want god himself to hear this music!”
Hiiiiiiisssssssss!!
Another hiss pulled Vicente’s attention down and he growled when he spied that several more snakes were peered up at him, agitated and baring their fangs. Another of those damned spit at him, those streams of poison that had so wounded him earlier were not easily forgotten. Vicente tried to move, just enough to dodge but those streams wee fast. The old assassin barely had time to slip out of the way of one when another slipped across his chest length wise. The sizzle and the burning followed after. It was a superficial wound, barely grazing him. Had it been straight on, and judging from the effects from earlier, he would have been in a whole lot more pain.
Still though, that did not mean this didn’t hurt. The second the stream grazed his skin, Vicente snarled and wanted to roar to the ceilings. But all that came was a low grumbling from his throat that seemed to shake his entire frame. The child kept harming him!
Glaring down at the mass of wriggling snakes and at the terrified face of the young woman he had captured, the stumbling passerby who would serve as a warning to all to never intervene in his business again, he knew it was time to end it. His first blade still pierced through the larger snake and into her shoulder, her ankle effectively broken, he knew she wasn’t going anywhere. So, with that in mind, he pulled his second blade free, glaring at her through golden eyes tinged with red and attempting to hold back his bloodlust just a little longer.
He glared at another one of the flailing snakes and immediately held his knife up. They all had to go…
“I believe, my little Piggy, needs a haircut,” he snarled. Soon after there was another flash of silver and another swipe of his arm.
He wouldn't listen, and she couldn't force herself to look up into his eyes. Wild... horrifying eyes. The gaping, tooth filled maw of an African king was looming over her with hunger in his gaze and arid breath puffing into her face. Combined with the throbbing pain creeping up from her ankle, and the burning pain slowly spreading across her shoulder, it made for a perfectly terrifying experience that threatened to steal her very breath away. She gasped, squeezing her eyes shut to chase away darkness at the corners of her vision as her head fell back to rest against the stone floor.
“Louder! I want god himself to hear this music!”
He pressed down harder, and the agony intensified. Andrea felt the muscles down the length of her back contract, forcing her into a painful arch, but she bit down on her own tongue to keep from screaming again. She had found nothing to used as a weapon. She was too far away. Giving up on that hope and she brought her hand back to help tug at the blade holding her and Sloth down. One finger slipped on the edge and was sliced open shallowly. She didn't even notice, compared to what the rest of her body was feeling. Her serpents attack hit, gaining her a precious moment to breath as he moved to avoid the venom. It didn't last long though. He soon turned angry eyes back to her, a new injury splashed across his chest. She tried one last time to yank the blade from her shoulder, to pry his hand from the hilt.. but he was too strong. Her thin fingers weren't enough to do anything other than get themselves bitten on the edge of his knife.
Andrea stilled when he brought out another gleaming blade. She locked eyes with him from behind her glasses, her expression pained and lips trembling. She figured that this was it... the killing strike. She was going to die as a result of him bringing that knife down on her. The faces of her loved ones flashed before her eyes and she found herself trembling uncontrollably...
“I believe, my little Piggy, needs a haircut,”
The silver knife glinted, a blur of movement that she couldn't follow and a pain so bright and powerful that it caused her to see white and red as it coursed over her scalp. But it didn't end her life as she had expected.
Ira's head and a quarter of his length separated from the rest of his scaly black body, bouncing on the stone before it came to rest an arms length away, with it's mouth still agape and ready to bite. Its jaws worked for a split second after, as if he could still sink his fangs into something, before it went completely still. The rest of his body followed suit, wriggling in her hair like an earthworm before it went limp and lay quietly within her hair. A scream erupted from her that she couldn't stop. Like an animal, she gnashed her teeth and clenched her jaw, squirming enough that she felt the bones in her ankle pop out of place again while straining under his booted foot.
He wasn't going to kill her yet... he was going to play with her! She gasped, vision blurring as more tears flooded her eyes, and reached up with her un-gloved hand to grab at what was left of Ira's limp body. Blood washed over her hand and soaked the surrounding hair. Oh... it hurt... It hurt so badly. Like all of the fingers on her hands had been neatly snipped off. Through the tears and the pain she saw his malicious, feline eyes... those teeth set inside his powerful jaws.... She felt a fire spring to life in her chest and bared her teeth right back at him.
He wanted her to scream? Fine, she would scream! She'd give him what he wanted, and make him pay for it all in the same foul swoop. Two birds with one bloody stone. Her throat was torn and burning and her voice cracked from the strain, but she let loose a scream to rival any Hollywood horror actress. Then with her lips pulled, and teeth still bared she turned her head and shifted her hips to free up her left leg. Jaws that she had more or less ignored and hidden away for the majority of her life suddenly became precious tools, weapons that she would used to inflict harm upon him. All she had to do was curl in on herself, blood dripping down her forehead into her eyes, and latch onto his with her gloved hand. Her sharp canines, top and bottom, sank into his arm- the meaty part above his wrist. She clamped down as hard as she could, driving her teeth in as deep at they would go.
The act of curling in on herself brought a new wave of pain from her broken ankle, but she had to push past it. Without closing her eyes she lifted her uninjured left leg and kicked her foot out at him, her heel heading straight for the space between his thighs. She had seen it done so many times in the movies... and hoped with everything she had that it would work now to give her some time...
There was apparently some fight left in his little victim that he was not quite counting on just yet. Just as Vicente removed another snake from the woman’s head, she lashed out. Though her squirming seemed useless, it was the fact that he underestimated them that was what dropped his guard. He was busy, decapitating one of those snakes in her hair and watching her wriggling in anxiety and fear when she struck. First it was that sudden sitting upright which gave her enough time to clamp her teeth down onto the meaty flesh of his arm.
Vicente snarled and growled in pain at the sudden movement. But before he could even do anything about that, she moved quick, squeezing and arching her leg in enough to lash out and strike for his privates.
The heel dug in hard and fast! Had she been a better aim, it would have dropped him like a stone, probably making him a female for the rest of his life. Thankfully her lashing out was so fast and random that all she struck from the inside of his thigh. That’s not to say it did not hurt like hell, or that the pain did radiate up to his most sensitive of regions…but it could have been much worse.
Growling in unpronounced pain, Vicente shook with rage all over. The pain, the animalistic bloodlust, the fact that his quarry was beginning to fight back, all of it sent him over the edge. But first he needed to remove those nuisances that were snakes in her hair. He could not risk more venom from them getting onto him. So he reared back his large, gorilla’s paw and swifter than it seemed possible, snatching up a pair of them and squeezed as tight as he could. He squeezed and squeezed until finally he heard bones cracking in their tiny, flailing forms, all the while trying to keep them from biting him.
Once those were lifeless, Vicente shook his arm that was being bitten as hard as he could. It was hard but he barely managed to dislodge the green-skinned beauty. Unfortunately she took a chuck with her between her teeth. Snarling in absolute rage, he lashed out with that knife again and removed the last of those pesky snakes, all the while struggling to keep her wriggling form still. He knew that with a broken ankle she was going nowhere, but she caused him enough pain for one night. He was ready to end it.
When the last he could see were either severed or crushed, her screams as each were done driving him, he turned back to the last, largest snake that he had simple stabbed though. Its pale eye staring up at him, life seeping out and weak, Vicente did the only thing he could. He slammed his hand down onto the blade and drove it down to the hilt.
Breathing heavily from the ordeal, Vicente relaxed a little, all the snakes dead, leaving him and his little piggy alone. Almost purring now, he leaned down and inhaled her scent as deeply as he could. Her skin, mixed with the smell of that crimson liquid that flowed out of her wounds was all so intoxicating. Gently, his rough, sandpaper-like tongue reached out and licked her cheek. She even tasted savory.
Once that was done, he smiled again.
“You know…one of the first things they tell you, is never look someone you are about to kill in the eyes,” he chucked/growled deeply. “They haunt you forever.” He sighed a little dreamily as he leaned closer, sniffed her once more. Her scent would for all time be in his memory now. “But…I love looking them in the eyes. I love seeing the light behind them fade away. I want to remember what they will look like for all time…”
His large, hairy primate hand reached over, gently grabbing the edge of her sunglasses. He teased them, running his fingertip along the edges before he took a firmer grip.
“Time to let me see, Little…Little…Piggy...” and with that…he ripped her glasses off, crushing them in his palm. "Time to stare into the eyes of the last person you will ever see..."
She could barely believe it.. it hit him. She actually hit him! She could taste thick, irony fluid in her mouth, covering her tongue, and sweat from his skin. In any other situation, and she would have been disgusted. Right now, she could only think of survival. Her lips were tinted red from his blood, which was starting to collect at the corners of her mouth and dribble down her chin. Her mind raced, adrenaline pumping through her system to combat the pain and to give her the strength to fight back. She was exhausted though... Andrea couldn't keep this up for very much longer... Her leg dropped back to the ground, heavy and almost limp and she struggled to keep her sharp teeth buried in him. Whatever time she had managed to give herself by going on the offensive was short lived, because by the time she had gathered even an ounce of energy to fight back with, he had reached up with that dangerous arm of his and wrapped its fingers around two of her wiggling snakes before they could get their fangs into him.
Gula and Avarice were trapped instantly, unable to squirm out of his grasp and unable to fight back. Andrea felt herself being yanked up with them as he closed his fist, pulled and tugged- but she would not let go of his arm. He squeezed, and she let out a muffled cry. Bones popped, she could feel them. It wasn't a sharp, burning pain this time though. She almost left like she was being choked. Blood loss was already working its magic, bringing a dizziness to her that left her feeling like she was getting lighter. Nausea was clutching at he stomach greedily, and the last desperate twitches her snakes gave were not helping. Both serpents went limp, eyes bulging just a little bit from the blood pressure that had build up in their heads. She felt them fall, slapping into her shoulder like dead weight, and then he started shaking the arm she was clamped onto.
She didn't last as long as she would have liked. Her teeth came free and she flopped back to the floor with a weak, muffled scream. She had a chunk of something in her mouth, which she spat out. Her mind was slowing down... she was getting tired. It didn't register for a second that she had wounded him again. Her hearing drifted away slightly, taking her vision with it. Andrea blinked, feeling slow and heavy as he finished the task of taking out her snakes. Another wave of choking pressure washed over her, popping bones next to her ear and then limp weight slapping onto her. She didn't really feel anything for a few moments until his knife slipped though another snake and that burning fire raced across her flesh again. She shrieked, squirming weakly, and he severed the last of the black snakes. Sloth twitched on her chest, tongue licking at the air desperately.
She watched as Lion man slammed his fist down onto the blade pinning Sloth to her. It slipped the rest of the way though, unfortunately deeper into her shoulder. Her screams were weaker, her struggling slow. Small puddles of blood had started to form under her from the various wounds to her head and body. Sloth stopped moving... and Andrea wasn't really sure if he was gone, or if he was just like her- To tired and weak to fight anymore. She supposed it didn't really matter much now, though. Lion man leaned in and she flinched, turning her face away and squeezing her eyes shut. She could feel breath on her, and soon after a large feline tongue. It raked across her skin, sending a violent shudder down her spine. “You know…one of the first things they tell you, is never look someone you are about to kill in the eyes, They haunt you forever.”
Something like that didn't really matter to her. She was either going to be eaten alive, or die from bleeding out on the floor. Her lips twitched slightly, a bitter smile, and she turned her chin back to look at him. She was defeated. He had his victim, she would fight no longer. She gave up. Threw in the towel. Who would have thought, that this was to be her fate? She wondered what she had done this time, halfheartedly, to deserve it. He came closer, earning another involuntary shudder from her, and sniffed at her again.
“But…I love looking them in the eyes. I love seeing the light behind them fade away. I want to remember what they will look like for all time…”
No way. There was just... no way... Andrea felt her lips part, a silent confused question forming on them. Can I really be this lucky? Orange eyes widened, staring up at the face of the lion that would forever be burned behind her eyes. Hope flared to life in her chest with a vengeance and she felt a surge of adrenaline wash over her. Her whole body twitched accordingly. His inhuman hand fingered her sunglasses gently, far more gently than she would have ever expected, and she felt her heart start to race. She still had a chance! "Time to stare into the eyes of the last person you will ever see..."
A full blown grin curled her lips as the glasses were ripped from her face. She actually smiled up at him, cheeks rosy brown and flecked with both her blood... and his. Wide orange eyes locked with the lions and she refused to blink until she was absolutely sure that he was under her spell. Then, as carefully as she could without breaking eye contact, Andrea pushed herself up onto her elbows and wiggled her way out from under him. The Greek paused just a little ways away, unbelieving. She was so stupid. So royally stupid. She should have just ripped her glasses off at the beginning and fled. Pulling herself up, she used the broken remains of a pew to catch her balance and hobbled to her feet. Her right ankle was swollen and bruised. Each time she put her weight on it she could feel the bone shift. It was painful. But she was deliriously happy. And probably dead. Maybe this was the afterlife, and she just didn't know it?
She spared only a moment to yank the blade from her shoulder, needing both hands to pry it out of Sloths flesh. Then she let her feet carried her unsteadily around the lion, never once did she look away from him. Then, once her back was to the hallway door, she turned and bolted. Limping as fast as she could while battling away dizziness, she got herself out into the back parking lot, thanks to the door he broke down. From there she forced herself to rush out to where the alley met the road. Lady luck had smiled on her once more it seemed, because as she stumbled out onto the sidewalk and collapsed, a passing car slammed on the brakes and stopped in the middle of the road. Andrea was still holding the lion man's knife in her hand, an iron grip. She was going to keep the damn thing after all of this. Someone knelt next to her, turning her over onto her back. She kept her eyes shut and softly pleaded the man to take her to the hospital. He willingly accepted and carried her over to his car. Andrea felt herself slipping away, nodding off, and muttered about how she was going to need to call someone to come get her.
The glasses had been ripped away. His fangs glistened to bite down, his tongue ached to sample her blood. Vicente was ready to end this young girl’s life. He had tracked her down, wore her out to a bloodied mess, wracked her body in pain and left her confused beyond all belief. The time had finally come when she simply stopped fighting. His game was over, there were no more exquisite drops of fear he could full from her weakened body. It was just simply time to put her out of her misery.
Who says he isn’t humane?
With a snarled, he turned back, looking into her eyes for that sparkle that would soon vanish, that light he would snuff out of existence. His feral, gold eyes locked onto her orange ones and as he implored, sought out her spark he readied his strike…
One Hour Later[/i][/u]
SNAP!!
His jaws slammed closed but instead of feeling his fangs sink into flesh, instead of tasting that sweet and savory blood, all his mouth closed around was air. Empty, empty air.
A gasp of breath and suddenly Vicente fell forward, completely exhausted and spend. He felt as if he had been in the same position for too long. His body ached, his limbs were still sore from the fight, but most of all he was simply confused. Mutely he looked up, his lion eyes scanning the lit church. It was not a dream. He saw the mess that they had made running around the church: the broken pews, the tipped over podium, the blood, the torn clothes, the dead snakes, they were all here!! But…where was she?
Gently he licked his lips but he could taste none of her. Did…she get away? How? Growling, Vicente attempted to stand but found the rest of his body was locked up and stiff. It took a couple minutes for him to loosen up enough to move. As he did he slowly and painfully shifted back completely to human. His arm returned and his head returned, all of which had seen better days. New scars were added everywhere but he did not have time to dwell on that. Instead, he sniffed the air. Her scent was indeed gone except for the scraps of clothing that were left behind. Angrily, seethingly, he gripped a nearby pew with his hand.
Where was she?!
Then, a glance to the clock on the wall and Vicente stared wide-eyed. That much time could not have passed before he walked into the room the first time. It simply couldn’t have! Checking his cell phone in his pocket, he saw that indeed…an hour had passed. What the…?
“Her…” he snarled. “She did this! She…DID IT!!”
Angrily Vicente kicked at a pew before he turned and began to storm towards the back of the church from whence he came. His mind raced as he attempted to figure out how it was done. But as he stormed towards the back, another figure suddenly filled the room. A man, dressed in black with a white color staggered in, in complete shock and awe. Vicente immediately recognized him as more than likely being the father of this church. He chose to come back at the wrong time.
“W-What’s going on here?” he demanded of Vicente as he began to back away. “I…I just left my house keys here. W-What did you do?! I’m calling the pol-URK!”
The blade cut through the air so fast that Vicente did not even need to look to make sure it had done its work. Too furious at letting his prey get away, he could not enjoy that kill. Instead, he stormed out through the back down and sniffed the night air. His black hair whipped through the evening breeze, effectively wiping away all trances of the girl’s scent. Even if he had shift back to his lion’s head, it would be no use. The smell was gone…
Shaking with rage, Vicente sheathed his last knife as he stormed up to the father’s ill-parked car and immediately kicked in the headlights. He’d find her. He had her scent in his memory now and no matter what, he was going to spend the rest of his days finding her. No one gets away…no one…