Title: First Degree Wars
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Characters: Darcy, Rupert Hill
Darcy must post first, outlining a story on the following theme (feel free to get creative):
Setting: A murder scene in a factory
Backstory: The group happened upon one another by chance (some or all characters).
Occurance: ancient zombies attack.
Variable: Darcy is naked for some reason.
Participants: 2
ARES: yes
Speed: slow
Chapter: no
Minimum Words Per Post: none
Maximum Words Per Post: 300
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First Degree Wars [MM]
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Darcy (DELETED 9675)
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Re: First Degree Wars [MM]
Eugenie’s thirst was insatiable. Contrary to her sire, who sought to control his nature and limit his consumption, she was voracious in her pursuit for fresh blood. To claim there was a beast within, rattling its cage would be a kindness, for she had become the beast. And it hadn’t gone unnoticed.
Her face, pale and hollowed at the cheeks, was recognisable across town. Cop killer. Soldier killer. It’d started with one man abusing his authority and her putting him in his place, but had rapidly escalated. Eugenie believed men in uniforms were a mockery of true power given their mortality, and she sought to undermine them any chance she got. It was a vicious cycle she’d gotten herself into; any who opened fire would meet their timely end.
It came at a great cost.
Slipping into the nearest building, the vampire evaded the soldier before he had a chance to see her and shoot. There were too many healing wounds across her scarred body for her to afford any more. The factory was alight with unmanned activity, machinery grinding and pressure systems hissing. Hungry, irritable, and weakened, Eugenie moved through the aisles until she happened upon an unsuspecting victim.
While there was a part of her that enjoyed the kill, she took little pleasure in assailing easy prey. Efficiently dispatched with a copper pipe to the head, the middle-aged man was dragged away from the brightly lit corridor and into a darkened nook. Without fangs to facilitate her feeding, what followed required commitment. Discarding her clothes to avoid them getting sullied, Eugenie extended her hand and watched as her nails lengthened into claws. At least her victim wouldn’t thrash about as she used them to slice his throat straight across.
The human was startled back to consciousness upon impact, but the killer moved fast. Straddling his body she lunged for his neck, claws retracting as she pressed her hands to the floor on either side of his head. The shot fired was loud and hot against her skin. The bullet pierced through her stomach and burst out her back as so many before it. Instinct reigned as she rolled away, ripping the weapon from his soon to be cold, dead hands.
Her face, pale and hollowed at the cheeks, was recognisable across town. Cop killer. Soldier killer. It’d started with one man abusing his authority and her putting him in his place, but had rapidly escalated. Eugenie believed men in uniforms were a mockery of true power given their mortality, and she sought to undermine them any chance she got. It was a vicious cycle she’d gotten herself into; any who opened fire would meet their timely end.
It came at a great cost.
Slipping into the nearest building, the vampire evaded the soldier before he had a chance to see her and shoot. There were too many healing wounds across her scarred body for her to afford any more. The factory was alight with unmanned activity, machinery grinding and pressure systems hissing. Hungry, irritable, and weakened, Eugenie moved through the aisles until she happened upon an unsuspecting victim.
While there was a part of her that enjoyed the kill, she took little pleasure in assailing easy prey. Efficiently dispatched with a copper pipe to the head, the middle-aged man was dragged away from the brightly lit corridor and into a darkened nook. Without fangs to facilitate her feeding, what followed required commitment. Discarding her clothes to avoid them getting sullied, Eugenie extended her hand and watched as her nails lengthened into claws. At least her victim wouldn’t thrash about as she used them to slice his throat straight across.
The human was startled back to consciousness upon impact, but the killer moved fast. Straddling his body she lunged for his neck, claws retracting as she pressed her hands to the floor on either side of his head. The shot fired was loud and hot against her skin. The bullet pierced through her stomach and burst out her back as so many before it. Instinct reigned as she rolled away, ripping the weapon from his soon to be cold, dead hands.
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Rupert Hill (DELETED 10906)
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Re: First Degree Wars [MM]
Rupert walked the night stained paths between commercial buildings, offices, and factories as if tuned to the beat of a drum; one low, dull note after the other pounded the pavement. His movements were certain and deliberate, guided by a route he had downloaded onto his mobile device minutes before he had left the house. He had wanted to understand the city in greater detail and with it, identify new leads into uncovering further information regarding just what exactly he had been made into.
His sire – Crissy, as she had preferred to be called – had spoken with him already concerning what they were, but Rupert had learned the merits of cross-referencing sources and never relied on just one singular piece. As if in understanding, Crissy had also wisely advised him to seek out the information for himself, to socialise and acquaint himself with others who could share their tales, and deliver pieces of the missing puzzle. At first, the advice had troubled Rupert as his experiences with other people were largely negative. Yet, for all of his faults, Rupert was fairly proud of the fact that he was the type to try anything once and deliver 100% effort.
So it was that the Necromancer had taken to the streets of Harper Rock, en route to the nearest library. Not only did he assume that the most academic of civilians would be here, but he could kill two birds with one stone and scour the city’s archives as well – heaven forbid that they would document such things online in this digital era. Just five minutes outside of his destination, however, Rupert met an obstacle in the style of a loud, metallic bang.
The sound clawed over the heavy background din to reach his ears. Rupert stopped, the drumming in his head stopped, and curious brown eyes looked around. He knew he had not imagined the sound, but couldn’t think where the noise had come from or why it called to him. He looked across the street, but there really wasn’t anything spectacular over there; just a chain of uniform buildings straining towards the heavens. Their glass fronts, blacked out and reflecting a darker reality into the world, was ominous to look at and sent tendrils of ice shooting down his spine, causing his lips to curve downward.
His senses were then snared by a subsequent bang, which could not have been confused for weather apparitions, to the buildings on his left. When he looked over, he confirmed the spot and the sound of gunfire, but not his responsibilities. For all outward presumptions of his character, Rupert Hill was a law abiding individual, but without judgement forcing his hand, he cared little about intervening in other people’s problems. It was then that he spotted the CCTV camera pointed in his direction and sighed in exasperation. He minimized the route planner app on his phone and dialled for the police.
His sire – Crissy, as she had preferred to be called – had spoken with him already concerning what they were, but Rupert had learned the merits of cross-referencing sources and never relied on just one singular piece. As if in understanding, Crissy had also wisely advised him to seek out the information for himself, to socialise and acquaint himself with others who could share their tales, and deliver pieces of the missing puzzle. At first, the advice had troubled Rupert as his experiences with other people were largely negative. Yet, for all of his faults, Rupert was fairly proud of the fact that he was the type to try anything once and deliver 100% effort.
So it was that the Necromancer had taken to the streets of Harper Rock, en route to the nearest library. Not only did he assume that the most academic of civilians would be here, but he could kill two birds with one stone and scour the city’s archives as well – heaven forbid that they would document such things online in this digital era. Just five minutes outside of his destination, however, Rupert met an obstacle in the style of a loud, metallic bang.
The sound clawed over the heavy background din to reach his ears. Rupert stopped, the drumming in his head stopped, and curious brown eyes looked around. He knew he had not imagined the sound, but couldn’t think where the noise had come from or why it called to him. He looked across the street, but there really wasn’t anything spectacular over there; just a chain of uniform buildings straining towards the heavens. Their glass fronts, blacked out and reflecting a darker reality into the world, was ominous to look at and sent tendrils of ice shooting down his spine, causing his lips to curve downward.
His senses were then snared by a subsequent bang, which could not have been confused for weather apparitions, to the buildings on his left. When he looked over, he confirmed the spot and the sound of gunfire, but not his responsibilities. For all outward presumptions of his character, Rupert Hill was a law abiding individual, but without judgement forcing his hand, he cared little about intervening in other people’s problems. It was then that he spotted the CCTV camera pointed in his direction and sighed in exasperation. He minimized the route planner app on his phone and dialled for the police.
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Darcy (DELETED 9675)
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Re: First Degree Wars [MM]
Eugénie cracked her jaw in a futile attempt to silence the ringing in her ears. The shot had a dizzying effect on her as she found herself losing both balance and blood. The weapon was tossed out of reach once she’s steadied herself on all fours, fingertips and bare knees pressed to the cold concrete. From the wound trickled more blood than she could afford to lose, and instinct had her leaning back over her prey to make up for it.
Claws slashed into the man’s upper arm, tearing through the thick canvas of his coat. The killer manoeuvred herself into an ungraceful position as she pressed her lips to the new wound, her knee pressing down on the man’s ear, pinning his head away from her. The angle at which she held him didn’t lessen his pain, and his cry drew from her too great a frustration. Bearing her full weight onto her knee, she cracked his skull. The sound had a finality to it, but didn’t echo the way the shot had.
Dropping his gnarled arm, she rose to her full height and stilled. Doors swung open across the room, hinges creaking. Orders were barked, and though she couldn’t see the entrance from where she stood, she knew the newcomers to be nothing more than other workers or guards. The wail of sirens was yet to be heard, but experience had taught her it wouldn’t be long. Gathering her clothes and shoes, the killer parted with gravity, pushing herself off the ground. A blur, she jumped onto a ledge nearest to the high ceiling. It’d been her intention to use the perch to dress, but her ascension hadn’t gone unnoticed. As bullets rained, she broke with gravity a second time, catapulting herself through the windows.
A shower of glass shards, the killer deftly landed on the sidewalk.
Her boots landed shortly after, rattling across the street one after the other.
Claws slashed into the man’s upper arm, tearing through the thick canvas of his coat. The killer manoeuvred herself into an ungraceful position as she pressed her lips to the new wound, her knee pressing down on the man’s ear, pinning his head away from her. The angle at which she held him didn’t lessen his pain, and his cry drew from her too great a frustration. Bearing her full weight onto her knee, she cracked his skull. The sound had a finality to it, but didn’t echo the way the shot had.
Dropping his gnarled arm, she rose to her full height and stilled. Doors swung open across the room, hinges creaking. Orders were barked, and though she couldn’t see the entrance from where she stood, she knew the newcomers to be nothing more than other workers or guards. The wail of sirens was yet to be heard, but experience had taught her it wouldn’t be long. Gathering her clothes and shoes, the killer parted with gravity, pushing herself off the ground. A blur, she jumped onto a ledge nearest to the high ceiling. It’d been her intention to use the perch to dress, but her ascension hadn’t gone unnoticed. As bullets rained, she broke with gravity a second time, catapulting herself through the windows.
A shower of glass shards, the killer deftly landed on the sidewalk.
Her boots landed shortly after, rattling across the street one after the other.
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Rupert Hill (DELETED 10906)
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The conversation to Harper Rock City’s police department had been frustratingly inefficient and included no fewer than three explanations as to why he was calling them before being put through to the right person. On his third and final account, Rupert also had to clarify the reason for his call, which honestly left him a little dumbfounded. The deputy, who had failed to give his name until prompted, seemed to be having the same dumbfounded response to Rupert’s call.
“Sir, we have to deal with reports of murder and brutality on a daily basis – often multiple occurrences in a single night. There’s military both private and governmental out on the streets right now dealing with a crisis. And you’re telling me to be concerned about a break-in?”
“A break-in and a shooting, I would like to point out,” Rupert argued in a controlled tone. “There are lives on the line, deputy. You wouldn’t tell me, in good conscience, that the police of Harper Rock are unconcerned with the safety of its people, surely. I dare say that it would not look very good to the public, or on the Mayor, to hear of a crime being reported and no action rendered.” Rupert paused for effect and to let that sink in before finalising his case. “Besides. With the technology that is available these days, it would be effortless to identify any missing logs in your daily reports. I’m also being filmed making this call by the company’s private CCTV, who I am sure would have a stake in ensuring that this case is resolved. My mobile device has logged a time and date to this call, and if you are in need of further persuasion, I can relate back to having spoken to two other individuals on my route to you – whose names I have noted. Shall I go on, Deputy Morris?”
“…What’s the location?”
“I am standing at—”
But further gunfire and the sound of exploding glass punched the words right out of Rupert’s mouth. Having never heard anything quite so loud in his entire life, the Necromancer tucked his back against the brick wall of the building, lowered onto his haunches, and covered his ear with his free hand. He was dizzy at its presence, but felt compelled to complete the call out of sheer stubbornness.
“I’m at the Russo Bro’s factory in north-east Newborough,” Rupert confirmed above the ringing in his ears, having located a sign above the door of the building earlier. And when a body dropped down three feet in front of him, landing seemingly on all fours like a wild animal, Rupert kept his voice low, but urgent. “You may want to hurry, deputy.”
“Sir, we have to deal with reports of murder and brutality on a daily basis – often multiple occurrences in a single night. There’s military both private and governmental out on the streets right now dealing with a crisis. And you’re telling me to be concerned about a break-in?”
“A break-in and a shooting, I would like to point out,” Rupert argued in a controlled tone. “There are lives on the line, deputy. You wouldn’t tell me, in good conscience, that the police of Harper Rock are unconcerned with the safety of its people, surely. I dare say that it would not look very good to the public, or on the Mayor, to hear of a crime being reported and no action rendered.” Rupert paused for effect and to let that sink in before finalising his case. “Besides. With the technology that is available these days, it would be effortless to identify any missing logs in your daily reports. I’m also being filmed making this call by the company’s private CCTV, who I am sure would have a stake in ensuring that this case is resolved. My mobile device has logged a time and date to this call, and if you are in need of further persuasion, I can relate back to having spoken to two other individuals on my route to you – whose names I have noted. Shall I go on, Deputy Morris?”
“…What’s the location?”
“I am standing at—”
But further gunfire and the sound of exploding glass punched the words right out of Rupert’s mouth. Having never heard anything quite so loud in his entire life, the Necromancer tucked his back against the brick wall of the building, lowered onto his haunches, and covered his ear with his free hand. He was dizzy at its presence, but felt compelled to complete the call out of sheer stubbornness.
“I’m at the Russo Bro’s factory in north-east Newborough,” Rupert confirmed above the ringing in his ears, having located a sign above the door of the building earlier. And when a body dropped down three feet in front of him, landing seemingly on all fours like a wild animal, Rupert kept his voice low, but urgent. “You may want to hurry, deputy.”
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Darcy (DELETED 9675)
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Re: First Degree Wars [MM]
Straightening, Eugénie lifted her knee to brush off the shards of glass denting marble-like skin. While many wounds left their mark in the form of silvery seams across her body, it was rare for her skin to yield to damage. Circumstance had led her down the path of a killer, and it, in turn, had led her down a path of remarkable physical prowess and inhuman strength not immediately associated to a trim constitution such as hers. Yet, her body was changing, growing and hardening. The play of shadows and light across her naked form revealed both its strength and unnaturalness. It was not immediately perceptible to her, the changes, but in due time they would be.
What was immediately conspicuous however, was the crouched form but a few feet from her. Dropping to her haunches as well, she pinned the stranger with an impassive stare. Her clothes hung from her forearm and across her inner thigh, offering some measure of modesty. Without taking her gaze away from the other — vampire, she concluded, Eugénie slid her free arm across her injured midriff. It would heal, but she needed more blood to hurry the process along and bristled slightly at the thought of exposing her weaknesses to this man.
“Who you call?”
Her French accent was thicker than usual, but the words rung clear. Eugénie had an inkling as to who was on the other side of the line, or had been, but she would not jump to conclusions. As opposed to high-risk situations, conclusions were far less fun to jump to.
What was immediately conspicuous however, was the crouched form but a few feet from her. Dropping to her haunches as well, she pinned the stranger with an impassive stare. Her clothes hung from her forearm and across her inner thigh, offering some measure of modesty. Without taking her gaze away from the other — vampire, she concluded, Eugénie slid her free arm across her injured midriff. It would heal, but she needed more blood to hurry the process along and bristled slightly at the thought of exposing her weaknesses to this man.
“Who you call?”
Her French accent was thicker than usual, but the words rung clear. Eugénie had an inkling as to who was on the other side of the line, or had been, but she would not jump to conclusions. As opposed to high-risk situations, conclusions were far less fun to jump to.
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Rupert’s rational mind struggled to explain what his eyes were reporting. As the shadowy figure rose up onto two feet, the streetlamps revealed her for what she truly was. There was what you’d expect; two arms, two legs, a torso, and the head of a human – with long hair framing a pretty face and sparkling eyes. There was also something about her that defied explanation; perhaps in the way her body contorted like she was still slightly hunkered down, getting ready to hunt. Sallow light washed over the curves of the woman’s bare form; alabaster skin appearing so pale and tight that veins and muscles were clearly visible. The medley of scars that ran across the entire length of her body seemed oddly biological – like camouflage distorting her shape against the shadows. She towered over him naturally given his crouched position at the wall, and yet, Rupert was given the very distinct impression that even if he were standing at his full height, he would have remained as small as a mouse in the presence of this predator.
Dropping back onto all fours, she stalked closer to him. Rupert felt the opposition of the wall behind him as a cruel force. Despite the warm coating of his t-shirt, jeans, and converse sneakers, Rupert felt more vulnerable than his very naked companion. When she growled at him for an answer, the words lodged in his throat; hard and immovable like he’d swallowed a pomegranate whole.
“I…” he stalled, unsure of whether it was a conscious effort to play for time or a natural response to fear as the dialling tone echoed worryingly in his ear.
Surely the deputy would be sending someone to the scene and it didn’t quite matter to Rupert whether those people were capable of handling the situation, just so long as they distracted her from the awful and intentional glare she was giving him. Brown eyes looked instinctively upward, past the silhouette of her imposing form. Beyond her was the freedom of a galaxy, and just a little closer to home was the blinking red light of the CCTV. It gave Rupert an idea.
“I called the police,” Rupert offered in an appeasing tone. He shifted to stand up slowly, put his phone away, and held his arm out a little ways, palm-stretched. Even so, he was very aware of her reaction and hoped to be able to respond in good time. “I heard gunshots. A struggle. Are you… alright?” he asked. “Did they hurt you?”
Dropping back onto all fours, she stalked closer to him. Rupert felt the opposition of the wall behind him as a cruel force. Despite the warm coating of his t-shirt, jeans, and converse sneakers, Rupert felt more vulnerable than his very naked companion. When she growled at him for an answer, the words lodged in his throat; hard and immovable like he’d swallowed a pomegranate whole.
“I…” he stalled, unsure of whether it was a conscious effort to play for time or a natural response to fear as the dialling tone echoed worryingly in his ear.
Surely the deputy would be sending someone to the scene and it didn’t quite matter to Rupert whether those people were capable of handling the situation, just so long as they distracted her from the awful and intentional glare she was giving him. Brown eyes looked instinctively upward, past the silhouette of her imposing form. Beyond her was the freedom of a galaxy, and just a little closer to home was the blinking red light of the CCTV. It gave Rupert an idea.
“I called the police,” Rupert offered in an appeasing tone. He shifted to stand up slowly, put his phone away, and held his arm out a little ways, palm-stretched. Even so, he was very aware of her reaction and hoped to be able to respond in good time. “I heard gunshots. A struggle. Are you… alright?” he asked. “Did they hurt you?”
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Re: First Degree Wars [MM]
Shifting her weight back onto her heels, Eugénie mimicked the man’s slow ascension to full height. In doing so, core muscles shifted, causing a twitch across her brow. Pain was a sensation she’d grown overly acquainted with since her turning, but it didn’t lessen its bite. Bullet wounds seared at first, but when they cooled they left behind lacerated nerves and tenderness. In straightening her posture, she revealed the bloodied expanse of her lower torso, and thus found it pointless to answer. Yes, she was hurt, but clearly not incapacitated.
“Do you not know Harper Rock? Only the idiots concern with the drama of others,” she said instead, clicking her tongue disapprovingly. Given the nature of most interactions she’d had in this city, Eugénie did not trust the stranger’s interest to be sincere. “You have better leave before they come... If they come.” Ever since the military had descended upon Harper Rock, things didn’t work as seamlessly as they once had. That said, local law enforcement had never been particularly efficient. Now it was simply worse.
Taking two steps backwards to keep herself out of reach, the vampire began sifting through her clothes. Keeping her attention on the man, she threaded her legs through the worn denim of her shorts, careful not to drop her other clothing items to the ground. When her gaze strayed, it was because she spotted one of her boots strewn across the empty street.
“Do you not know Harper Rock? Only the idiots concern with the drama of others,” she said instead, clicking her tongue disapprovingly. Given the nature of most interactions she’d had in this city, Eugénie did not trust the stranger’s interest to be sincere. “You have better leave before they come... If they come.” Ever since the military had descended upon Harper Rock, things didn’t work as seamlessly as they once had. That said, local law enforcement had never been particularly efficient. Now it was simply worse.
Taking two steps backwards to keep herself out of reach, the vampire began sifting through her clothes. Keeping her attention on the man, she threaded her legs through the worn denim of her shorts, careful not to drop her other clothing items to the ground. When her gaze strayed, it was because she spotted one of her boots strewn across the empty street.
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There had been a time when Rupert might have objected to her world view and gone so far as to voice his own reflections, to challenge the oppressive sight of another. He might have argued that it’s that kind of attitude which leads to an ecosphere of isolation, misery, and bitterness to begin with. He might have argued that if people were just more willing to be open to one another and help where they could, then there would be less drama in the world as well. Yet, those days and those feelings were so deep in the past that looking back on them, you would be convinced of their sepia hue. Rupert had grown numb to people; their struggles, their plights, their victories, and their achievements in total equality. He still didn’t whole heartedly agree with her world view, but he wouldn’t bother to question her on it or propose another way of looking at things – even if he was supposed to be playing the part of helpful passer-by at this point. Instead, Rupert looked at her with a deadpan expression; brown eyes mute of feelings beyond caution and self-preservation.
The young Necromancer dedicated his thought processes to preparing for an escape plan. Her words of warning convinced him that he would need to consider a back-up plan should law enforcement not arrive. Given the sheer effort it took to make them both aware and sympathetic to the crime, Rupert had understood that they weren’t exactly reliable as his way out of this situation, but generally his options were slim. As she turned away from him to get dressed, a flood of relief settled in, but only for a moment. Blue lights and howling sirens flashed across the brickwork of nearby buildings; gradually coming closer. The hum of engines followed, then the footwork of half a dozen men. Rupert wasn’t sure how his brain came to the conclusion, but he was nevertheless convinced that these officers were armed with both SMGs and the intention to fire.
They came around the corner shouting; their voices too loud and too numerous for Rupert to discern a single order. Instinctively, his arms went into the air, but the show of surrender didn’t appear to count for much. The glare of torchlights blinded him, forcing him to turn his head. He couldn’t see where his companion was now, but the wave of armed officers were in the process of surrounding him. Had they confused Rupert for the suspect? Logic spoke into his ear to keep him calm; assuring him that everyone would be alright once they questioned him, looked at the evidence, and found him unarmed. Fear, on the other hand, spoke some very different words into his ear, words that made him battle the glare of their flashlights to identify the snouts of guns pointed in his direction. Fear then told him to run.
The young Necromancer dedicated his thought processes to preparing for an escape plan. Her words of warning convinced him that he would need to consider a back-up plan should law enforcement not arrive. Given the sheer effort it took to make them both aware and sympathetic to the crime, Rupert had understood that they weren’t exactly reliable as his way out of this situation, but generally his options were slim. As she turned away from him to get dressed, a flood of relief settled in, but only for a moment. Blue lights and howling sirens flashed across the brickwork of nearby buildings; gradually coming closer. The hum of engines followed, then the footwork of half a dozen men. Rupert wasn’t sure how his brain came to the conclusion, but he was nevertheless convinced that these officers were armed with both SMGs and the intention to fire.
They came around the corner shouting; their voices too loud and too numerous for Rupert to discern a single order. Instinctively, his arms went into the air, but the show of surrender didn’t appear to count for much. The glare of torchlights blinded him, forcing him to turn his head. He couldn’t see where his companion was now, but the wave of armed officers were in the process of surrounding him. Had they confused Rupert for the suspect? Logic spoke into his ear to keep him calm; assuring him that everyone would be alright once they questioned him, looked at the evidence, and found him unarmed. Fear, on the other hand, spoke some very different words into his ear, words that made him battle the glare of their flashlights to identify the snouts of guns pointed in his direction. Fear then told him to run.
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