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.
Leila felt sick. There was a strange smell in the air, it reminded her strangely of somewhere she had been before. Somewhere, unpleasant. A place she never wanted to go back. Could she really be back? Her head was heavy as she tried to lift it, what had happened to her? This was so familiar. She felt scared, not knowing where she was, all she could see was darkness, but the smell, the smell!
Her breathing begun to accelerate. So did her heart beat. She heard her heart beat in her ears as if it was a loud drum being hit right beside her. THe pain, the pain she felt was unbarable. It hurt so badfly. What was going to happen to her? Was she going to die? Suddenly, her eyes flew open and she could see two blurred faces over her. One, one she reconized perfectly.
She tried to lift herself into a sitting position, her head as if it was about to split open. The man in a doctor suit put his hands on her shoulders and begun speaking. The words, although english, she couldn't understand as she hit the pillows again. Her head was splitting open, she could feel it somwhere near the back, a little over her neck.
Quickly, everything seemed to come into focus. Her mind alike. She knew where the smell seemed to be familiar. It had been in the Lab, she had tried to remember it vividly when trying to kill that woman in the Alleyway... "WHERE IS SHE??!" Leila roared in a maniac, ready-to-kill sort of way. Her father's mouth fell open, the doctor quickly putting his hands back on her shoulder. "WHERE IS SHE, WHERE IS THAT F**** WOMAN?!!!!*
Posted by leilaharte on Jan 3, 2009 16:53:48 GMT -6
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Leila felt a sting in her arm as she tried to get up. She looked down to see an IV machine stuck to her. She felt sicker now. She hated needles, she really did. It reminded her so much of the few days she had spent in that deserted Lab where she had been transformed into a Mutant, and where her mother had died. She stopped moving, letting herself fall back on the pillows. "Honey, it's okay. Your safe here." Mr. Harte said, an edge to his tone. Leila felt the doctor's hands tighten as she squirmed again. This wasn't happening, was it? It was just a dream, a nightmare. "Where am I? What happened? How long have I been here?" she choked, her mouth feeling dry.
"In the Hospital. Don't you remember what happened to you? her father asked, worried. Leila thought for a moment. "I was in an Alleyway and I got mugged." she lied, knowing the real story, though not wanting to spill that she had killed someone. "So it seemed. I found you, unconcious, a lot of blood was around you and a woman was dead beside you. Loss of blood, I presumed." he paused, looking at her daughter. "You put up a good fight. Was the weapon beside you hers? he asked, but the Doctor felt uncertain that this was a good idea.
"Don't put her under pressure Mr. Harte. She's been through a lot. She nearly died, it was good that you found her in time." Leila's mind was buzzing still. "How long have I been here?" she demanded, the doctor looked from Mr. Harte to Leila. "Nearly 24 hours. I'm afraid you'll need to stay a little while longer though. Your pale as a ghost." Leila processed all the new information. So the Asian woman had died from loss of blood. That was good, she wouldn't have to chase her down when she escaped this place. The doctor spoke for a few more minutes, not exactly things Leila understood.
Finally, he left the newly reunited Father and daughter alone. "How come your here in Australia?" the two of them asked together in the same, suspicious tone. Leila waited for his explaination, knowing exactly what to say if he was on Tour or something. "I've been living here for nearly a year, hun." he said, Leila bit her lip, her plan was foiled now.
Posted by leilaharte on Jan 9, 2009 17:12:53 GMT -6
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With a lot of brain power, she finally figured why she had been here. "So, why on earth are you in this part of the World? Aren't you still in Canada?" she frowned. "No, I left Canada about 5 months ago to finish School in New York." she told him in a matter of fact voice. Then a more urgent question came to her mind. "What happened to the woman?" she asked. "The one that nearly killed me." She watched as her father leaned closer, watching her with concerned eyes. "She was dead. Slashed in many places... Was she really the one who attacked you? It seems like she had so much more damage then you. You only have a few scratches and a bumpt head."
Leila could feel that he was on to her. "What do you know about my Trip here?" she asked, her voice threatening. Mr. Harte looked puzzled, but spoke in a casual tone. "I know your secret." he said. "What are you talking about?" Leila felt very uneasy. Did he know about her Mutation, the fact that she was the one who killed the Asian woman on purpose, or that she was on a Mission to kill his kind? "You know perfectly well what I'm talking about. Your not Human, you haven't been mugged either. You picked a fight with this woman, both of you are Mutants. Iv'e studied your kind. I've been behind your transformation Leila. I'm the reason why your a freak."
Now he had taken it to far. She bit her lip, watching him with a furious look. "I knew it. I knew you'd been behind all of it. Youv'e been studying Mutants?" she asked, not able to hide her curiousity. He nodded. But before Leila could say much else, the doctor had came in again. "Alright, Miss. Are you hungry?" he asked, and Leila felt her stomach growling. "Yeah, I guess." she muttered, eyeing her father as he sat back against his chair.
Posted by leilaharte on Jan 9, 2009 17:32:44 GMT -6
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Leila woke up from a nap the fallowing afternoon. She had been in Australia for three days. She really should get back, with the IV out, she knew it would be a little easier to make a run for it, she just needed some time when she was sure no one would come in and ruin her chance. As of now, her father, the doctor and a few nurses had been coming in and out, so she was planning on leaving over night. She knew it would be a lot easier. Plus, her father, who knew about her Mutation now, would be back at his Condo. She could stop by at his place.... and gently slit his throat, that would do for a goodbye.
She thought about Sam, how he'd grow suspicious if they didn't see each other for so long. She could always tell him she'd gone to Canada to visit some relatives. Her mother's older brother lived in Toronto with his wife. Leila's cousin Austin also lived there, she was close to Austin. Enough to go visit him. "Ah, you look so much better. How are you feeling?" the doctor asked, startling her from her thoughts.
"I'm fine." she said, her head no longer aching that much. The white bands were off too, leaving her long blonde hair free and tangled up. She sure wished she had a brush... "I think we'll be letting you out tomorrow." he said, writing a few notes onto his clipboard. Leila smiled at him, knowing she'd be out sooner then that. The doctor talked a little more, asking her if she'd need more Pain Medicine, or if she'd like anything to drink. She answered quickly, but most of all, she wanted him to leave.
"I see you want your rest. I'll let you be, but your father is here. He'll want to see you soon I presume." Leila groaned silently as she grabbed a magazine from the night stand. Her father had brought them to her a while ago, and she'd ignored them. But as he was coming back... She ought to seem as if she wasn't angry at him. Or not as angry as she was. She didn't want him to protect himself or suspect that she'd be stopping over to kill him over night.
This sounded so cheesy. She'd be a Double-Murderer after leaving this small Island. She just hoped no one would catch her before arriving in the States. There, she could pretend she had never left. The mansion was big enough, plus, she could just tell Sam and the others she'd been busy with stuff. They'd never think she'd be capable of joinning the Order and off to kill people on the other side of the Planet.
Posted by leilaharte on Jan 14, 2009 13:03:00 GMT -6
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'So let them think whatever they want, it couldn't be as bad as the truth.' she thought a while later as she smiled a fake smile towards her father. "Okay dad, see you in the morning." she said, her voice sounding a lot more cheerful then she had intended. Stupid crappy acting skills. She was a good actress, but not under pressure. She'd be going tonight, maybe setting off alarms once she broke the Window. She had a good reason to be panicky.
"Now get a lot of rest. You'll be discharged tomorrow." and with that, he left, his baldng, greyish blonde hair sparkling slightly in the small amount of light left from the evening sky. Leila couldn't help but grimace at the way he was all parenty and lovey with her. He had just confirmed that he had taken his wife's life away a while ago! Didn't that count for something? He was so oblivious with the fact that Leila was Homocidally mad.
She gently got to her feet, closing the door of her Hospital room behind her father. She had lost her luggage during the fight, but she didn't mind. She knew the Order had plenty more weapons and they wouldn't miss it. "Right," she whispered. Sitting on her bed. She eyed the window quickly, and then the closed door. All of her lights were off, she wouldn't be seen easily. Not unless someone looked in the small door window, or came in.
Taking one deep, settling breath she jumped to her feet and walked towards the window. She took the lamp standing under it and smashed it against the window, regretting this as quickly as she had done it. It had made so much noise, and her arm was bleeding due to the glass shaddering against her fists. "Shit!" she whispered, climbing on the rim, and watching as two doctors came running in. Spotting her one last time as she jumped off and started running towards the forest behind the Hospital.
Posted by leilaharte on Jan 14, 2009 13:17:41 GMT -6
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Leila was running fast, very, very fast. She had no idea where she was going, but she didn't care. Her hand was shaking with pain, blood everywhere. She hated the smell of blood, as strange as this may seem, she was slightly.... afraid of her own blood. Sure, she didn't mind other people's blood, but hers... This just showed she was weakened. She couldn't be weakened. She shook those cruel thoughts out of her head. She hated what she'd become. A murdering freak! What had she gotten herself into?
But those weren't her thoughts. It was something a little more like this: 'I'm loving all this action. The Order was a great choixce, and if anyone else dares to hurt me like this, or anger me just a tiny bit... They'd better watch their necks'. She was nearly at the Forest's edge now, she could feel a breeze, smell the fresh Salt water. An ocean. She ran faster, a stitch in her stomach. She kept on going however, thinking of Sam, thinking of whatever she'd do to him if ever he'd hurt her.
This was too much. Sure, she could kill her father, she could kill a stranger on the streets, she could harm anyone from the X-men. Anyone, anyone but Sam. her Sam. If only he knew what she really was... If only he wouldn't judge her by what she does, who she is. If only he'd know all her secrets. Maybe they'd work it out? ...Or maybe she'd have to kill him, so as to keep his mouth shut? She shivered, what a psycho she had become in the last few days. Sam would surely see through her.
If not, then he'd better watch his back, because she could break anytime. She really didn't want this for him. She didn't want to hurt him like she hurt the woman, like she'd be hurting her father in a few minutes. She ran for an other good five minutes before jumping in the water, Shapeshifting into a marvelous Dolphin. She swam on and on paralell to the Shore, watching as she saw a couple, swimming in the water, a bag of clothes lying on the ground.
She had an idea. She could steal the woman's clothes. She didn't want her father's last living minutes to be of seeing her daughter naked.
Posted by leilaharte on Jan 14, 2009 18:18:51 GMT -6
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When her Dolphin belly could touch the sandy floor of the Ocean, she peered out of the water again. She could crawl a little, then at anytime she'd shift back to her Human form. She only had to be completely submurged to transform, though she knew that oddly, only a toe in, could trigger an Unpredictable transformation. She hated when it happened, but didn't care much. Not now anyway. It was the same with transforming back to her Human state, she needed to be at least half out of water.
She wobbled closer to the water's edge, bracing herself for the sting that usually came with her body growing, her tail shrinkingh back into her spine, and all the other organs changing. It didn't happened though, and as she tried to get a little closer to the edge, the swimming couple saw her. She gulped, forgetting she was a Dolphin and they wouldn't be seeing a girl fully dressed, but a simple, beautiful Dolphin.
"Look, Stephen! Iv'e never seen a Dolphin before!" the woman said, taking 'Stephen' by the hand and dragging him closer to her. Leila froze, she had never interacted with a Human before, although, she knew perfectly well how Dolphins acted, but only trained ones in the New York Aquarium she worked at. Before they could be near enough to touch her, Leila started backing away in the deeper water. Slow, slow enough so they wouldn't really notice.
"Don't be scared, little guy." Stephen said in a very attractive voice. Now that she looked at him better, he had shaggy blond hair and a very goregous body. Leila didn't really like being called a 'guy' though. She moved a little faster, the water now around ¾ over her Dolphin head. She could always let the couple touch her, that would at least make someone's day. She didn't really want this to be a total Killing Spree. Let's have a little joy.
Though, personally, killing for Leila, had been pretty joyful. She'd never admit it to herself however, but it was true. She was about to dunk under water after the two had touched her, when she started feeling that short sting. She was transforming, right in front of this couple. Oh no, crap, crap, crap. She closed her eyes, waiting for them to yell.
Posted by leilaharte on Jan 15, 2009 15:49:00 GMT -6
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The yelling didn't come. She peeked through her eyelashes, to see the two backing away, mouth open wide in a perfect 'O' shape. She didn't know what to say or do. Should she just take off before she transformed again? She hated this. She really did. It spoiled her entire plan. "For the record, I'm not a guy." she pointed out to Stephen. He didn't smile, he didn't laugh. He simply took his girlfriend by the arm and ran that much quicker. Leila grinned mischiviously. "Yeah, be scared." she hissed after them.
They were running towards their clothes. Leila just realized her chance at not being nude would be a bit slimmer. So she started racing beside them, only to out-run them by a few seconds. "I'll buy you some cuter clothes then this, lady!" she said as she ran with the lady's bag of clothes. "That's mine you, you..." Leila turned hert head slightly as she came to a stop. "I'm a what?" she snarled, catching the man staring at her naked body. Great...
"....You....Mutated Freak!" she finally yelled. Leila raised an eyebrow. She pulled the sweat shirt over herself, then the jeans. "Oh, that really hurts." she said in a sarcastic tone. "So what, I can do cooler stuff then you can... And tell your little boyfriend to stop staring at me, will you?" with that, she started running again, pulling the hood up so it would be harder for her to be noticed now that the Police knew she had escaped. Or did they know?
She was sure they did, it had been about ten or twenty minutes. She could still hear the girl's cries and yells, swearing at the top of her lungs, even without concentrating hard with her new sensitive hearing of hers. She had been so close, but like with the asian woman, she had gotten away. If only she could of said something, or done something to hurt them... Maybe kiss the Stephen person. He'd be in heaven, begging for more.
She stopped running when she arrived on the side-walk. Searching the street for a Cab, she rummaged through each pocket, finding the girl's wallet. "Twenty, Twenty Five, Thirty Five, Fifty, Seventy..." she counted the money with a smile, who kept all of this cash in a wallet? She wondered if the hotel she had rented for three nights would still be hers now... Her purse was there still, along with her coat. "Taxi!!" she screamed, waving slightly to catch the driver's attention.
"Ah, what can I do for you miss?" he asked as she hurried inside. "Take me to the Hotel about six blocks from here." she informed the man, handing him all of the money she had stolen from the girl. "Keep it all." she said, "And if it isn't enough, I have some more in my other wallet at the Hotel." but she knew it was double what she'd need to pay.
Posted by leilaharte on Jan 15, 2009 17:32:07 GMT -6
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She walked out of the Taxi about ten minutes later. "Thank you Sir." she said, smiling a white smile. [color-silver]"No Ma'm thank you." he said, shaking the extra money towards her. Leila gave him a fake smile and watched as he rolled off. She turned around hastily, and started walking towards the old hotel on the other side of the street. It was getting darker and Leila's stomach was growling furiously. How long had she been on the road? Was her father home yet?
She gave the man a fake smile as he held the door for her. "Thank you." she whispered, her tone slightly darker then intended. He nodded, his eyes scanning her up and down, his expression changing as he noticed her cut hand, wet hair and baggy clothes. He also seemed to sense that she was up to no good, and quickly made his way out. "Wimp." Leila muttered under her breath, as she made her way to the counter.
"Ah, Miss Harte, isn't it?" said the same, balding man that had been working three nights before. "I had some buisness to take care of, but is my things by any chance, still in my room?" she asked, her tone graceful, beautiful. He took in her exhausted features, tangled, wet hair and clothes as the other man had, but did not flinch away. "Ah, yes. Go, you may check out afterwards." he said and waved her off.
Twenty minutes later, Leila found herself at a Bar. Right above it, was a group of old, rickety condos. She couldn't imagine why her father, a multi-billionaire, would want to live in a place like that. She didn't bother thanking the Bar Tender as he handed her a strong glass of Margarita. She walked a few more paces to find herself a good seat near the stairs to the Apartements, when she spotted her father coming in. She quickly drew her hood up and turned so he couldn't see her face.
She listened to his footsteps making their way towards the staircase, then hearing as he haltered, and changed routes. Towards her? She braced herself, clenching her drink into one hand, the other into a tight fist. "Hello Mr. Harte. Long day? I hope your daughter is getting better." the bar tender said. She sat down, facing the wall. Her head was tilted slightly so she could see the Bar Tender making her father's favorite drink.
"Yes, yes. She's doing much better. In fact... Well, let's just say she's no daughter of mine anymore. Not when the Police are chasing her. It seems she's made a quick run for it, and now she's no where to be found." Leila grinned angrily, restraining herself from going over and slamjming her glass at the man's head. She drained her drink, and then got up. She fastened her hood up so her face was in complete shadows. Then cleared her throat.
"An other drink Miss?" the bar tender asked, as Leila sat down beside her father. "s'pose you haven't met my dear friend John Harte? Probably heard of him though. Famous, he is." Leila smiled sweetly. "Yes, I have heard about him. Unfortunately, I never had the chance to meet him." Leila said in a high pitched tone that was convincing enough. "Well then miss, I'm John Harte, mind if I buy you a drink?" Leila smiled again, though he obviously couldn't see it. "Sure." she said cooly.
Posted by leilaharte on Jan 15, 2009 17:50:20 GMT -6
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Leila refused when her father offered her a second drink. "No, I need to drive tonight Sir." she lied easily. Truthfully, she didn't want to be half drunk when she finally killed this ass of a man. "Ah, I understand. Well then, toss one more for me thenm my friend!" but one drink became two, then two became six. Before Leila knew it, this man was babbling on and on about everything that had happened throughout his career. Leila felt as if she could explode with anger. All those secrets, all those lies! He had kept so much from her and now, he was spilling it to someone he beleived was a stranger in a bar?
"...and then my wife was begging for me to spare her life, she loved Leila. She loved her so much. I was sickened by this... She had no idea what I was planning for her daughter, our daughter." he was explaining, and Leila felt her eyes buring, tears threatening to come out. She hated him so much, how could he have made her mother in so much pain before her terrible death? "So you killed your wife, just so she wouldn't turn you and your partner in when you Mutated your daughter?" said the Bartender, as drunk as John was.
Leila felt her stomach twisting, how could she have been so oblivious? John never loved Leila... Sure he spent millions on her, but he never once said 'I Love You' or 'My little girl' or any of those things to her. She should of figured! "Yes, yes my wife wanted our dasughter over her husband! I just had to kill her... Toss one more over, then I must be going." Leila couldn't take it anymore, she left. The men didn't seem to care, they didn,t even seem to remember she'd been sitting there, listening.
She stumbled in a fast pace towards the man's bedroom. She had stollen his key, so she knew exactly where he slept. She opened the door through trembling fingers, then pulled her hood down. She searched the dark room, only lit by the street lights from the window. Finally, she found a old arm chair. She dragged it until it faced the doorway, and sat in it. Waiting for him to enter... He'd die very, very slowly...
Posted by leilaharte on Jan 15, 2009 19:10:51 GMT -6
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Half an hour. That's how long Leila waited, but all that time spent sitting, it was really worth it. She saw the drunken man stumbled in the room, opening the lights. He didn't seem to notice Leila at first, and she hoped his drunken state wouldn't affect the pain he'd be in... Or the thrill of her sucess at killing him. Would he reconize her? Would he plead, would he confess what he had confessed downstairs? All those questions passed through her head in half a second, enough time for him to spot her, sitting comfortably about five feet from the doorway, and from her father.
"YOU!...What are you doing here?" he mumbled, nearly unaudible. Leila smirked at him, watching his blurry eyes and his wobbly step forward. "Me." she said, standing up with a hand around the knife she had picked up from his Kitchen earlier. She ignored his question however, walking closer to him. He didn't move, simply staring at her with a confused expression. Yes, drunken had affected the thrill of this moment. Maybe she should just let him suffer, not kill him completely. Then, she'd come back in a few months, and finish her job.
That would be better, he'd know exactly who had killed him and why. She'd have done her job perfectly. "I won't kill you tonight father." she said in a soft hiss, a hiss that would frighten any sane, sober man. "But don't think you won't wake up tomorrow a little sore." she added, then laughed a maniac laugh. "You so deserve this." and then she slashed a deep cut on his cheek, letting the knife fall to the ground as the man did also.
She knelt beside him, smiling. [lightblue]"Leila? Why are you doing this?"[/color] his breath was weak, she could hear the pain in his voice. It stunned her how alert he seemed now. She could maybe kill him tonight, he knew who she was afterall. She didn't want him to wake up tomorrow, knowing who has tried to kill him the previous night. Yes. Killing him tonight, that was good. She punched him in the face, then going for every inch of his body.
She took the knife in her shaking hands again. No, not shaking from fear or nerves, but shaking for humor, and fun. Leila was seriously enjoying herself! Was she this cruel? Was she this insane? Could she return to New York and pretend nothing happened? Would the Mansion Residents see through her? She stabbed him around the arms, the legs, and then, as she lifted the knife for the final, killing strike, she heard loud footsteps from behind the door.
Posted by leilaharte on Jan 17, 2009 9:32:39 GMT -6
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She could feel the man dying under her. Leila knew, just like the asian woman, that he'd die from loss of blood anyway. She felt greatful for the gloves she had burrowed from the woman at the lake earlier. Now her DNA would be all across this man, and she'd be no where near the Crime Scene once this particular woman said who had stolen her clothes. She'd be back in New York, probably in Sam's arms or something.
She left the knife fall beside her father, getting up from the floor. She pulled up the hood so it covered her entire face, and then turned around to jump out of the window. This time, she had made sure to open it before he had arrived. "I hope you understand not to mess with me, father." she spat, and then, watched as the man took one last breath, then fell limp. She had done this, she'd get a call from his Lawyers in the morning probably, telling her he'd been Murdered and that she'd have a fortune of her own. This made her smile.
When she heard the door knob being pulled open, she jumped out of the window, landing on the stone terrace. She climbed over it, then jumped to the ground one floor below. "Oof," she muttered as she landed on all fours. She ducked out of sight as she heard the Men's feet rushing towards the window, and then, when she knew she wasn't being watched, made a run for it.
If she swam quickly enough, she could probably be in New Zealand by nightfall tomorrow, then she'd take a flight back to New York. This time however, Leila was prepared. She had purchased a cute outfit, and put it in a rucksack, tied around her ankle. She shifted, feeling the bag still tied around her tail. Perfect.