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" Sometimes, trouble can be a good thing. " Amorita would move to stand on the sidewalk. The breeze lifted and shifted her long hair around her shoulders. " Sometimes not. It depends on who's causing it. " A playful wink. She listened to the strains of music and closed her eyes. She was reminded, suddenly, of early days in her nursery when her mother, wearing a gleaming cross with the crucified christ in the middle, would sing songs to her. Songs which were, in the end, the palpable luminescence of the human soul. If only she could reach out and touch the notes, keep them forever locked in her heart. She would turn away and walk back into the cafe. Those images would never be burned away from her mind. " . . . " Amorita would continue to clean, count cash and receits, and finally close up, turn off the lights, etc. " I never asked you your name, did I? " As her other co-workers left, Amorita would close the door and lock it behind her. " Have you a car? If not, I'd be more then happy to drive you home. The streets aren't kind to a woman by herself. " If Mizu didn't have a car, and agreed to it, Amorita would drive her home. If not, then Amorita would go on and pick up her child. The night was cool. Amorita would open the rusty door of her car and slip in, shutting it behind her. The car smelled of lavender and roses. She backed out of the car park and slowly pulled onto the road. The car bounced a bit as the tires hit several pot holes. Lights were turned on and she'd press her foot to the gas. " ... Damn piece of junk. Don't stop! " The car groaned and then jolted and shuddered as Amorita slammed her high heel into the floor and then bashed her fist against the console. A thick black cloud of smoke left the exhaust pipe and the car seem to run more smoothly. " That's a good boy. "

She rolled down the window, on the driver's side, and listened to the music. Her long hair flowed across her pale face. " Good luck to you, whoever you are. " She whispered these words to the night and thus she drove on. Eventually she came to an apartment complex - known as Palm Mansions. A kindly Mrs. Edinburgh looked after Amorita's child. " Martha? " Amorita would ascend the rickety staircase and would knock on the door of number five. The door would open and there, before her, stood an elderly woman with white hair and a kind, wrinkled face. "Well now, I was starting to worry about you, Rita. Come on into this room, this instant. You'll catch your death of cold, out there! " " I'm coming! I'm coming! " Amorita would step inside as Martha quickly closed the door and locked it with several locks. There was no way anyone could get in, unless Martha wanted them in. "Where's my boy? " "Right here! I'm here . " A boy, not very tall or healthy looking, stepped into view. His large brow eyes were dull and his black hair was long and curly around his cheeks. Amorita swept him into her arms and gave him a warm hug. The child smiled and hugged her back, but sadly, he was unseeing. Both eyes were blind. How had it happened? It has been three years since that incident. Amorita blamed herself everyday, what Mother couldn't? She hugged him tightly. " Don't go out tonight, Martha. The streets are dangerous. You've heard the music, have you not? " " Of course, I have! Humph, as if anyone would bother a little granny woman like me. I'm harmless. " "Sure you are, as harmless as a boa constrictor. When you start attacking, with that walking cane of yours, I get my skinny ass out of the way. Heads fly. " They all laughed, in this moment. But it wouldn't last long, Amorita had to get back home.

 
Having reached the peak of his patience and being highly reluctant to await any longer, the impatient Salazar told one of the agents that he was leaving the Ministry to come back some other time. Disappointed and greatly displeased to see that he was not attended as he expected, Mathias rose from the armchair and walked towards the elevator. A few minutes later, he found himself at the entrance, having passed the lobby already, so he awaited for his limousine to pick him up. As soon as the driver arrived, the driver got out from the car and opened the door for Mathias, closing it as the gentleman entered. The driver then went back to the driver's seat and asked Mathias for their next destination.

"To the Chestnut Tree Cafe. I am tired of all this monotony of the Ministry. No life, no minds, nothing except mindless drones following orders. At least we have Seraphim working in there, or else they would be leaderless and lost. But enough of this chit chat, to the Cafe, fast" The driver nodded his head and then drove the limousine out of the parking lot, heading to the Chestnut Tree Cafe as soon as possible. The day was soon to end, being a few minutes away from the sunset.
 
"Well, we should get going. It's getting late. " Amorita brushed her black hair out of her eyes and smiled at Martha. She walked towards the nearby window and pulled the curtain to the side and looked at the street below. It was peaceful, save for the occasional car which drove by. There, tacked onto a brick wall, was a large poster which read: BIG BROTHER is Watching You. Green, forest eyes narrowed as they lingered on the image. Yes, he is always watching. For so many long years she had been under his gaze. Sleeping or awake, he was there, watching her with those dark, velvet eyes. But you are not my master. Though I bend my knee, in open humility, my soul is my own. She musn't think such things. Though here, in the apartment of her old friend - a prole - the Thought Police wasn't likely to be watching. Still, she had to be careful. She stepped back and let the curtain fall. " Tobi -- " She turned to look at her child. Amorita could imagine him grown into a man, handsome and fierce - yet still possessing those gentle, cloudy eyes. " Are you ready to go? " " Yup ! " She reached out and took his hand. " I'll see you tomorrow, Martha. " " Tobias! You be a good boy. You both take care. " The old lady ruffled Tobi's hair and pinched his cheek. The child growled, in annoyance, and tried to get away. " It's Tobi! You old biddy! "

" We will. " Amorita went to the door and opened it. She stepped, outside, with Tobias. She watched and listened as the door shut and then was locked from the inside. " So, did you behave for your gracious baby sitter? " " Bah, I don't need a baby sitter. I can take care of myself! I'm a MAN. " Amorita laughed warmly. " But of course! But indulge your Mother, if you will. If you're by yourself, she'll worry all day. You wouldn't want me to worry, would you, Tobi? " " Aww, no. Sorry mom. " " I know you can take care of yourself. You're a smart boy, strong, stronger then me. " A look of sadness washed into emerald green. Eventually the two would make it to their car and Amorita would open the door, for the child, and help him in.
 
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The effortlessley imposing government vans and trucks had arrived on the scene. The funny thing was that they had absolutely no ideo of how to deal with such an incident.

"Speaker displacement local on..."

Hudson had a special voice activated microchip installed into every speaker, which were all connected thorugh a closed network. The sound displacement worked not only to confuse those looking for the direct source, but to also increase the difficulty of locating the speakers next to impossible.

Though he could've just as easily done the whole thing with the handheld remote in his pocket. The vloume level was rising steadily, but not by enough.

"Volume! fifty percent! Continue rising until maximum."

The city needed to be able to feel again. The people deserved to feel. They all needed to recognize beauty.
He would give it back to them. He would show them beauty no matter what the cost.

Government anti-riot troops poured out of an armored truck facing the alley by the dozens, which were soon reinforced with even more from a second squad car. Knowing the thinking programmed into them from only the most basic of the governments military training/brainwashing programs, he anticipated that they would move down the alley. Most likely, there were probably thousands of government troops crammed into the gritty, grimy back alleyways of the city by now, with each and every single one of them being utterly clueless as to what was going on. The alleys would've been filled with them by now.

"Activate the one-two punch."

Boom!

Red, green, pink, black, and blue streams of hot paint lined the walls as brightly colored plumes of smoke rose high into the sky.

The "one-two punch" actually only consisted of a pair of paint and customized smoke bombs that he had concealed throughout the city alongside the speakers as a means to furthe confuse and disorient. Psychologically, he could even instill fear in the less conditioned troops. The purpose of the paint served to demoralize and mark his targets. The colored smoke was there impede breathing and eliminate the sense of sight and smell. The music was just the extra icing on the cake and could aid in the elimination of the sound sense.

"Music Selection..."

Barked Hudson quickly.

"Classical. Tchaikovsky. The March slave."

The Ghost was going to take care of this one, and he was to take the lot of them out before the smoke cleared.

The bigger fish, the government trained agent was for Hudson.
 
Mizu had declined the car ride. She had no car, but she wanted to go through the night air. As well, it was best that Amorita and she were not seen together for much longer. It might seem as if they were planning something, or were growing to close. Big Brother did not like close.

So she had started to briskly walk along the cemented side-walk, keeping her head down to look at the cracks as she walked. A smell of a noxious gas drifted to her nose, and made it wrinkle.

*What in the world?* Her head turned upwards, and looked about. She could still hear the music, and now she could see wisps of colored paint and gas coming from the next street.

"What?" She bit her lip, and hurried a few steps towards her house. She stopped, and looked back. She went slowly back towards the Chestnut Tree Cafe door, and leaned back beside the now closed door, "......Oh my." Her thoughts shifted to an attack. Maybe something had gone wrong. Maybe Government had lost a slight bit of control. Big Brother never allowed such discord amongst the citizens. So it wouldn't be him. His Though Police and patrols were swift and silent, the victims having not a clue what happened to them until it was to late.
 
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The trap had been sprung, and his easy and unwilling prey had been caught more easily than he had planned. Obviously the bigger fish was going to observe things from a distance, while remaining unseen.

Raegan personally would've taken care of the grunts himself as a good workout, but couldn't fight as well as the ghost could with his mask on fully. For the ghost however, taking out the disoriented small-fry amidst to confusion would be significantly easier, considering that he had eliminated guns as a threat.

Leaping off of the top with a full front flip twist, the Ghost spared neither talk nor time in disposing of his disoriented opponents. He came down like a hammer, using their doubled-over bodies to cushion his fall, though the ghost didn't need to at all. He just didn't want to worry Raegan about what was going on with his body while he was away.

Over-headed strike. Low side sweep. Mid-level thrust. Rising swing.

They all slumped to the ground unconscious before the smoke finally disappeared.

The big fish was around, but he wouldn't be showing up just yet. So he'd let the music play for a little while longer. He had thought that he had heard a girls voice.

No. it'd be a bad idea to investigate half-cocked. The agent was still too near. But he could visibly see her leaned up against a closed cafe door. It would be much to dangerous for him to approach her at the moment.

"Miss!"

Said the the ghost in his gravelly old man voice.

"There's going to be a bit of a fight here soon... I do not wish for you to be hurt, so you must get as far away as possible!"

He propped himself up against a wall to rest for a moment. Raegan would be back soon, but there was more to say.

"Oh, and please enjoy the music. It's for your listening pleasure."
 
Mizu head turned towards them the sound of the man's voice, from where it had been looking down at her shoes.

"....A fight, you say?" She pushed herself away from the cafe door, and took a few steps towards, "...Is, everything alright sir-" She stopped, and her mouth formed an O at the sight of the unconscious bodies. Her eyebrows furrowed, as if she was going to take his advice and run from the fight.

She was captivated by the music, and it could be seen in her eyes. It was if her mind was somewhere else completely. That music was so beautiful. She hadn't heard anything like it in years. All she had heard was some stupid propagandish music, or such that supported the Military, and of course, as always, Big Brother. It was to clipped. To slow. To careful. To boring.

"Do you... need help?" She looked at him, hands clenched to keep her standing where she was.
 
Jack Rocancourt had been watching.

Jack had sought out an opportunity to play a prank on Yukio. What he saw, however, made him completely forget about his prank. He made sure Nimble had gone to the guest room and gone to bed before he went to Yukio's study. When he returned, Yukio was accompanied by a man Jack did not recognize. He arrived just in time to hide to get a good view of the next guest. A beautiful and busty woman entered Yukio's home and greeted him. There was a beep. Yukio left, looking agitated. He returned only to hear the intercom once again. Yukio called to Ansell in resignation and instructed Ansell to allow whomever it was to come in. Quite a crowd was forming. A servant Jack had not met yet had also joined the small group of people. Jack noticed how strikingly beautiful the Chinese servant was.

Small talk ensued. The first of Yukio's companions addressed the Chinese servant while the busty beauty greeted Yukio with effervescence. Jack smiled with amusement when she asked Yukio if he was her "buyer". As the visitors made themselves comfortable, Yukio said something that made Jack think he was talking about real estate. He listened a bit closer and found a new hiding spot as he stared at the busty beauty who said things he did not yet understand. He thought she said something about rebels. It didn't matter much, however. She could say whatever she wanted to... as long as he kept the lovely view of her that he had been privileged to have.

Jack was nearly caught as Silk roamed around the mansion. Too many people here, Jack thought. Jack sighed a breath of relief when Silk returned to the room, only to breathe a sigh of disappointment as the busty lady moved away from his vantage point. He watched as everyone went to eat dinner.

The busty beauty said: "So besides being an investor do you have any objectives you'd like to see come to pass? Does anyone here have any plans? Have any of you guys seen that "preacher" of theirs? The guy who's always making public speeches about how great the Ministry of "Love" is and how we all need to follow Big Brother? Personally I'd like to take out his little co-spokesmen, then take him out after he's had time to shiver in fear about when we'll get to him. We need to make it public too, so that everyone can realize how fake Big Brother's "protection" really is." Rays of realization began to dawn on Jack. Was this a secret meeting of some sort? Jack loved secrets. He listened to everything the angelic beauty said. "Whity-chan is it alright if I stay here for a little bit?" Heh heh heh, of course pretty lady Jack wanted to say. When she hugged and kissed the chef out of appreciation for her dessert, Jack suddenly became inspired to learn to cook sweets. Jack still didn't understand the purpose of the meeting, but the busty babe and Yukio's first guest started talking about weapons. He realized that the girly knew a LOT about guns... and even sold them. Jack became more confused. Initially he thought the girl was there to sell herself, not weapons. She had another customer speak to her about weapons as well. Jack was somewhat relieved that she was selling something other than herself, but he became uneasy when she revisited the topic of Big Brother. She asked everyone, "By the way, what are your opinions on the Ministry's 'Preacher'?"

Yukio replied, "I want...the Ministry of Love destroyed. In fact, I want all of the Ministries destroyed. I want to live in a world where I don't have to cower in fear of my own thoughts, where I can be a free man, and so can my fellow man. There is something...very, very wrong in this world. I won't lie. I'm deeply motivated by selfish reasons...revenge, mostly. I was brought in to Room 101 and tortured for several months. The public gave the Ministry a fair amount of backlash after they discovered what had happened to me, the one they like to think of as 'The Last Prince,' and so I was finally released from Room 101, and my home was granted immunity. I suppose the Agents felt dealing with one treasonous man wasn't worth the public backlash....I'll never forget what that bastard did to me. That demon...who called himself Seraphim."

At long last, Jack finally understood. They were Rebels. There was more small talk among them, but Jack's mind was in a flurry. They were Rebels. Jack didn't know how to react. He completely forgot about his prank. He even forgot about the beautiful bosom he had been admiring all night... almost. One by one, the guests rose as if to leave. Jack had to talk to Nimble... she was better at thinking about stuff like this. He hoped that the busty babe would stay the night. He stole one last glance before he stealthily returned to the guest room.

Jack hastily entered the guest room and went to Nimble's bed. Nimble was fast asleep. However, something was wrong. Nimble was having one of her nightmares. Her back was bowed with agony. Her facial features were twisted with pain unfathomable. Her mouth was open as if she were screaming. However, a sound worse than a scream escaped her lips. The sound was quiet, but far from feeble. Instead of a weak scream of fatigue or a wimper of fear, pure pain escaped from her lips. It held no fear, no sadness. It only held the primal sensation of pain. Jack hated these moments. Nimble rarely had her nightmares, but Jack felt to be at a loss whenever she had them. He knew better than to wake her up, lest she brought the hell with her into reality. When she was awakened, it took a while for her to recover. Jack knew well what Nimble was dreaming. Jack wished he could save her... but it was far too late. Damnit, it was too late. Jack went to his bed and covered his head with a pillow to close out the sound of Nimble's agony. He knew she would awaken in due time.

Several long moments later, Nimble woke up with a gasp. Jack bounded off of the bed and quickly held her in comforting arms. Nimble shook violently as she relaxed into Jack's tender embrace. Jack comforted Nimble for several hours. Neither of them exchanged words. Suddenly, Jack heard music. It was Claude Debussy's "Arabeesque No. 1". Jack had a bad feeling about everything that had occurred. The music, though familiar, made Jack uneasy. Jack did nothing as he diverted his attention back to Nimble. The music soothed him as he soothed Nimble, cradling her head in his tiny lap, stroking her hair with his furry hand.
 
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The limousine arrived to the Chestnut Tree Cafe, only for Mathias to see that the Cafe was closed. He sighed, deeply disappointed, and left with no other choice than to seek for some other entertainment. He ordered the driver to take him elsewhere, and the driver suggested a party held in a mansion nearby, though he was sure if the party ended already. Thinking of it as a very unusual option, Mathias agreed and decided to go there.

While the driver was taking him to the mansion, Mathias thought briefly about his role in "The Party". He knew he was just a weapon dealer, giving the Party the means to extinguish lives. Was there any justice in iron rule brought by Big Brother and "The Party"? Mathias thought there wasn't. As the limousine was driven through the streets of London, Mathias could see, from deep within one of the darkenned windows of one of the doors of the limousine, several posters with the image of a man with his face covered by dark lights, only shoulders and torso were seen. The man on the poster was pointing forward with his right hand, and he appeared wearing a gray tuxedo, white shirt, black necktie. Below the image of that man, there was the message "Big Brother is watching you".

Where was the sense of freedom? Where was the sense of justice? The People are not meant to fear the Government, it is the Government that is supposed to fear the People, this is something Mathias was beginning to believe. The "Thought Police" were of little concern to him, after all it was he the prime weapon supplier to the Party, and they wouldn't be that stupid to have Mathias as an enemy. If Mathias were to sell weapons to the Rebel Faction instead, that could somehow place the odds against the Ministry. Of course, Mathias had little motivation to see the Ministry crumble, since they always payed large amounts of money, making him very rich and powerful.
 
"Do you... need help?'

It was the first time in a very long time that the Ghost had actually began to sweat. Of course, there wasn't any reason why he shouldn't, considering his one greatest weakness: the female gender. Body warming rapidly, was unconsciously sizing her up. Or was it that Raegan had finally began to take his training more seriously, and had finally taken the initiative himself?

His lecherous side, which was beginning to tub off on Ragean was beginning to rear it's ugly little head. Slowly, hesitatingly, he took step after nervous step towards her.

"She's a cute one... nice body." He thought.

And also... It had so long since he had last held, let alone touched a person.

"Miss.. things are about to become very dangerous here..." He advanced towards her, not even bothering to sheathe the white shower pole that he had so expertly wielded.

"You look strong, but... this isn't you fight... and it isn't my fight either..."

The masked man paused mid-sentence, before gently placing his left hand on her shoulder.

I hope that you're paying attention Raegan. It's almost showtime, so i'll have you take over now.

Reaching to his noh mask with his right, hand, the masked man reached for his mask to reveal the face of a young man, not much older than she.

"It's my fight." Said Raegan softly.

"You may not understand it now, so i'll have to explain thing to you later... And ask you something . But for your safety, you're going to get out of here unless you want to be suspected with being allied with a half-rebel."

And he was getting closer. In fact, he could've already been here. Raegan's fists tightened as his sense of awareness expanded everything around him. Smell particularly, and there was a pretty good chance that the agent that he was fighting didn't have much experience. otherwise, he wouldn't be sweating.

Whether she would join him in fighting, or simply run was completely up to her. Either way, she was spotted with a rebel. For her safety and his, he had to be killed...
 
Raphael stepped outside of the main entrance to the Ministry of Love. You could hear the music from there. Such rebellious behavior was not allowed. He frowned briefly, as if confused as to why people continued to rebel. Why must they fight? Wouldn't it be easier to live your live in peace? Still, he couldn't help but love them. He honestly hoped they'd continue to fight, because it was such pleasure destroying them again and again. His communication device was open and he was speaking into it. To whom was he speaking? That was a secret. " . . . I daresay this piece deserve an applause. .. You dispensed the anthrax ridden rations to the poor, of the city, did you not? Good work. Big Brother doesn't want the poor to suffer. Well then, did you pinpoint where this show began? I know you work very fast. Good. Good. Release the hydrogen cyanide gas where it began. Roaches must be poisoned or else they'll continue to increase in number! "What about the innocent? The soldiers already there? The agents? " " I'm sure they'd all happily die for us - besides, they are low level grunts. Once crushed, they are forgotten just as easily and easily they are replaced. And if the public becomes outraged - well, we can always blame it on the insurgents. They are such beasts afterall. Now, do be careful. Gas masks are at times ineffective. " He smiled as he closed the connection. An agent, beside him, asked: " What is that?" " The sound of twilight slowly fading. " He whispered quietly as he leaned against the barbed wire - wrapping his left hand around one of it's sharp barbs - not paying much attention to the blood running down his fingers. " Beautiful, isn't it? " How could he appreciate it? Someone as vile as he? " These people will learn if they continue with this - the innocent will fall in great numbers around them. More and more - until this city is a graveyard. " Raphael turned and made his way back into the Ministry. What he had just done was unforgiveable, wasn't it? There was no one that could really forgive him for that - the killing of so many people. Still, he was doing something rather then sitting around, doing nothing. A smile appeared on his mouth. It would be a war zone, down there, soon enough. Yet the city would recover, and those who survived - well, they'd have to be told of just how evil these insurgents were. To release chemical warfare on innocents, horrible. But don't worry, the Ministry will be here to shelter the weak and guide the lamb.
 
Mizu looked up at at the man's face, concerned. She was abit surprised, seeing as his voice suggested someone abit older.

"...I guess I should go. I really am not a fighter." She took a step back, pulling away from his hand, "And don't worry about me tellin' anyone about this.... I..... I'm on the rebels side." She turned, after taking one more glance at him with a bit of concern in her blue eyes, and started to go. But she stopped, a want to help overtaking her, and turned around again, "Um, if... you need a place to come to if you need to hide, my home is out that way. Just look for 'La-La'." She pointed, "I don't know how much help it will be, as Big Brother watches all, but hey, if it could help." With that, she turned and took off down the street.

She didn't want to run and look suspicious, but nor did she wanted to be slow and maybe get caught in the fight. So she just walked quickly.

She clasped her hands together, and prayed that the man would be alright. She wanted the rebels to win, so badly she did. After she was done, her hands went to her sides again, and her mind drifted with the music.

She just couldn't keep her mind off it for long.
 
Inexplicably, Mathias had a sudden change of heart, not wanting to go to the party, but to head back to the Ministry at once. All this was motivated by a simple reason, a call from the Medical Attention Center in which Jonathan Saint was. According to the doctors, the ex agent Saint had enter a deep state of coma and there's little faith on seeing him recovering from such state.

Mathias blamed the Ministry, but specially blamed both Raphael and Seraphim for driving his friend, Jonathan into madness. Within his mind, Mathias devised a plan to make them face judgment. Today it was the dawn of a new meaning in his heart, it was the dawn of Vengeance.
 
Mathias was on his way, was he? Well, good, that would prove to be some form of entertainment. Raphael smiled as he surveyed the carnage on the nearby telescreen. People were already succumbing to the toxic fumes. A young woman was on all fours gasping, as she clutched her newborn infant to her breast; Raphael watched as she convulsed and then finally died. The infant followed her in death. Horrible, was it not? If you rebel, you risk the lives of the innocent. So many were yet to perish. He turned to glace at the image of Big Brother, high above his head. It was a large image, the some one described before. Big Brother was standing on the ruins of a city and he was smiling, his hand oustretched. " This is all for you. I wonder: Are you pleased? " Raphael would depart from the lobby and for the time being, he could be found in the conference room, making conversation with several of his advisors. " After we've had several hundred perish, we'll clear out the fumes. Our message will then be made to the masses. They'll have no choice but to believe us. Such acts as these must be delt with swiftly. The fire of rebellion must not be allowed to burn for an extended time. To snuff it out, to smother it, we must be compassionless and strong. " The young man lowered to sit down in his leather arm chair - " I have faith in all of you. A brave new world is ours for the taking. Let us take it, shall we? "
 
Death, Mathias thought, was meant to be greeted with open arms, seeing that one way or another, it would come seeking to place us under an eternal slumber. Mathias kept wondering what was it that made this seemingly perfect world so flawed, how is it that each attempt for supreme and divine perfection failed. Caught in his thoughts, Mathias soon noticed that the Ministry was nearby, and wishing to prevent his employee to fall a victim of his own actions, commanded the driver to leave him here, around the corner, close to an old antique shop. The driver, confused at first, willingly agreed to fulfill his master's wishes. As Mathias exited the limousine, he ordered the driver to not await for him, that he would spend a few hours in the ministry. The limousine left, leaving Mathias alone, with his closest friend now, an old rapier, said to be amazingly sharp. The rapier lied sheathed, unattached to any of Mathias gear, mainly held in its sheath by Mathias' left hand. Mathias reached the handle of his rapier and partially unsheathed the blade, fixing his eyes on its surface. The Family Shield of the Salazar Household was engraved on both sides of the blade, placed near the area in which the blade, the hand guard and the handle were connected. In his reflection, the only thing that Mathias could see was hatred, blinding rage urging to take over his sanity. One part of him thought of both Raphael and Seraph as worthy rivals, individuals that would make a worthy challenge, but deep inside Mathias' true intentions were to bring justice and punish these heartless puppets, servants of a greater monster: Big Brother. Whether or not the existence of Big Brother could be proved, the mere rumor of his existence was enough to paralyze a whole country with fear, grieve and loneliness.

After staring for a few minutes, Mathias sheathed his blade, he held the sheathed weapon with his left hand. He walked through the streets, the black steel street lamps illuminated the sidewalks. Deep within his soul, Mathias wanted to first fight face to face with Raphael, with no interruptions. Of course, attacking the Ministry head on, and much more, by himself, would be suicidal, so Mathias opted to await to encounter Raphael alone. The birth of a rivalry had just begun....
 
Amorita finally managed to get Tobias in the car and she would then shut the door behind him. She would open the driver's side door and slip into the car, herself, and then close the door behind her. " Hold on a minute. " She would lean over, the child, and lock his door. Vivid green eyes would turn over her right shoulder and gaze upon the two back doors. They were locked, as well. Small safety precautions could save your life. The last thing she wanted was for some monster to come up, beside her, open the door and place a gun to her head. You had to be careful in this vicious world - she knew that, better then most. The key was turned, in the ignition, and the car started up with a bang and then a groan. The worn out machine was put in drive and Amorita placed her foot on the gas and the car slowly pulled out onto the road. " So how was your day? " She asked of the boy sitting beside her. " Boring. That old granny lady makes me study all day. " " Ha ha ha. " Amorita chuckled to herself as she kept her eyes on the road. She passed by a large limousine moving in the opposite direction. To her right she could see the Ministry of Love, shining like the Tower of Babel, against the sky. " Mum? You went quiet all of a sudden. You okay? " " Me? Right as rain. I was just thinking."




Now that his advisors had finally departed, Raphael was alone in the conference chamber. It was now time to go meet with one of his spies just outside the Ministries' gates. Very few were actually allowed in the hollowed chambers of Big Brother's torture house. The air was slightly chilled, so he would slip on his coat and be on his way. Of course, he never went anywhere unarmed. Only a fool would walk around without a way to defend himself. He would make his way through the various gates and would finally emerge outside of the Ministry. The concrete was wet from a previous rain that morning. Raphael walked through the puddles, splashing water as he went. He was early for this scheduled meeting, with one of his spies, and lo and behold he saw a figure moving towards him from a distance. It was the figure of Mathias. Of course, Raphael had not delt with the man personally. Seraphim had done that, usually. The figure moved with a vengeful stance, a fire which threatened to consume him. People were soo melodramatic. Well, for now, this was Mathias' lucky day. He'd get a chance to battle with the monster one on one. Raphael would love this. It had been months since he'd really had a vicious, one on one battle of strength, wit, power. A smirk slowly graced his pale mouth. A cool, caressing breeze shifted those long strands of platinum white hair. Let us spill each other's blood! Kill and be killed for the mere sport of it. Poor, pitiful Saint wouldn't give a damn if he was avenged. He was long gone now and so were those brats he tried to save. If there was a sweet and gentle Heaven for the innocent, those two girls were bathed and cradled in the white arms of angels. If not, they were as nothing, returning to nothingness. Blood red eyes reflected nothing, save perhaps for the dark and dreary tenements around the two. But look there, in the distance, where no eyes lingered. A stone cherub, molded into the wall of the nearest dwelling, shed tears from stone eyes. This world is a sorrowful ocean of blood and it's players can't help but dance at the strings of the puppet master. Let it begin.
 
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Jack listened to the music a little while longer until something began to nag at him. He sensed something was wrong. He looked down at Nimble. Nimble was wide awake. She showed no signs of having had returned from the depths of hell, nor of the pain that escaped her lips while she dreamt. In fact, Nimble seemed to be back to her regular self. Jack looked around the room. He didn't see anything out of place. What was nagging him?

Nimble looked up at Jack and noted his unusually somber look. She sat up. "... You pulled a prank, didn't you? You thought I wouldn't notice, huh?" Nimble looked at Jack conspiratorially. "Time for punishment," she signed fiercely. Jack felt a momentary pang of fear for his tail until he remembered that he didn't actually play a prank. Jack quickly told her the story of the meeting that he saw. He described the visitors, sparing no detail when describing the luscious busty babe who came bearing guns. He told her of the Chinese servant and the strange exchange between her and another visitor. He told her of the discussion about Big Brother and of Yukio's resolve. Most importantly, he told her that they were all Rebels, including Yukio.

Nimble kept her face carefully blank. Even Jack couldn't discern what she was thinking. Jack's feeling of unease returned. "There's music playing outside," he informed Nimble. "I don't know what's going on out there, but it seems like something big is happening." Jack hoped it was a carnival or another organ grinder... but his nagging feeling would not go away. Nimble looked out of the window. However, she could not see anything, save the majestic gardens of Yukio's yard.

"Well, it doesn't concern us," Nimble stated. "Besides, didn't you notice?" Nimble was referring to Yukio's state of the art security system.

"Of course," Jack almost scoffed. Anyone would at least notice the gates and the intercom system. Jack and Nimble had noticed far more.

Nimble continued, "It's too much hassle to break through the defenses. We're better off just asking Yukio what's going on... or maybe even Ansell." Nimble mulled over Yukio's story in her mind. She had known stories of "Room 101", but never stories of any survivors. She felt a certain type of empathy toward Yukio. She wondered about the validity of the immunity on his home. "Yukio mentioned immunity for his home... it's probably safest for us to stay here."

Jack glanced worriedly out the window. Where was that music coming from? It certainly wasn't coming from a serinette. Why was it playing? It seemed like a bad omen of some sort. He couldn't place it... but something was definitely wrong. He wondered about the Rebels. He hoped they were ok... especially the busty babe. Jack did not know how to write. Therefore, he couldn't communicate effectively with the majority of humans. He felt more compelled to go check things out himself. "Please, let me go see what's happening outside." Jack looked at her with a plea in his eyes. Jack and Nimble stared at each other for several long moments. They seemed to exchange thoughts. Nimble knew Jack's uneasiness and understood it, though she couldn't place the source of her discomfort neither.

"Let me ask for information first. Then we'll see," Nimble replied. Both Nimble and Jack knew of the unspoken burden that wavered above their heads. "Wait here," Nimble commanded. She rose and briskly set off toward the door. Jack smiled as she moved swiftly toward the door and went down through the hallway. Jack saw the seed of transformation begin to bloom within Nimble.
 
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Silk, was extremely tired.
"Fuck me, I'm tired," he yawned, lying back down with his head lolling back in the air.
He had spent the entire time going through the recovered documents that his fellow Rebels had recovered from the Agent they had kidnapped, and the Agent fellow still hadn't woken up.
"Must have been some strong ass knockout gas I gave them," he mused aloud, checking out the prisoner through the bars in his cell.
Looking around, Silk realised that he hadn't seen hide nor hair of any of his fellow Rebels in quite a few hours.

"What the hell is going on?" he wondered, standing up and moving around the table.
He poked his head out the window and shrugged.
"Whatever, I have some emails to write," he said, coming back into the hideout and pulling out his laptop.
The email he had been typing was considerably long, as he had been updating it periodically as he had read.
SO far, the main gist of it was, that the Agents had a spy working as a Rebel. The information hinted that this spy was close to Tokugawa Yukio but that the majority of his household was unaware of them. It also said, that the Ministries had a plan that was coming to fruition and that a number of high-ranking Rebels looked to have some high bounties placed on their heads
Pressing the 'send' button, Silk sat back and watched as the message sent out to Tokugawa Yukio, Mamoru and a much higher placed Rebel than everyone thought (who will remain momentarily nameless)
Looking out the window, he saw that the sky was growing dark and he sighed.
Then the world, exploded.

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Imraldis, was extremely anxious.
He had finally located his brother, the Rebel assassin Silk and, what's more, he was now alone.
The eight Agents with him had had little trouble in disposing of the Rebels with Silk quietly as they had come out for smokes, drinks and the like, and now it was simply Silk, sitting all alone, in a small apartment, whilst Imraldis and his underlings surrounded him.
"Sir," a voice crackled softly through a speaker, "We are in position, shall we go in?"
"No Agent," he whispered back, "wait, and move back, we shall greet this Rebel scum with the force that is appropriate for one of his ilk."
Taking one step forward, he motioned his men back, then pulled the pin on a grenade and rolled it into the door of the apartment at the same time that, he hoped, his cohorts on the other side were doing the same thing.
Motioning his men to move away, they ran silently away.
Then, the grenades detonated.

Counting to ten, Imraldis and his team ran back, guns firing into the smoke and as they ran into the apartment and looked around.
One team had fire extinguishers going suddenly, extinguishing the fires, but all the Imraldis could see, was a wrecked fridge and what looked like a burnt out laptop.
Bending down, he saw that the laptop's harddrive had been taken.
Swearing, he looked around and swore even louder.
"Get that man out of here," he called to the Agents behind him, "That man is Agent Spectre who disappeared a few days ago, this," he kicked the charred remains of papers, "were probably the documents he was carrying."
Swearing again, he stepped outside the apartment then down the corridor, leaving his men to do their work.
He had been so close, but again, his brother had eluded him.
He was closer than before however, and Silk could not run forever...
 
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Amorita finally managed to get Tobias in the car and she would then shut the door behind him. She would open the driver's side door and slip into the car, herself, and then close the door behind her. " Hold on a minute. " She would lean over, the child, and lock his door. Vivid green eyes would turn over her right shoulder and gaze upon the two back doors. They were locked, as well. Small safety precautions could save your life. The last thing she wanted was for some monster to come up, beside her, open the door and place a gun to her head. You had to be careful in this vicious world - she knew that, better then most. The key was turned, in the ignition, and the car started up with a bang and then a groan. The worn out machine was put in drive and Amorita placed her foot on the gas and the car slowly pulled out onto the road. " So how was your day? " She asked of the boy sitting beside her. " Boring. That old granny lady makes me study all day. " " Ha ha ha. " Amorita chuckled to herself as she kept her eyes on the road. She passed by a large limousine moving in the opposite direction. To her right she could see the Ministry of Love, shining like the Tower of Babel, against the sky. " Mum? You went quiet all of a sudden. You okay? " " Me? Right as rain. I was just thinking."




Now that his advisors had finally departed, Raphael was alone in the conference chamber. It was now time to go meet with one of his spies just outside the Ministries' gates. Very few were actually allowed in the hollowed chambers of Big Brother's torture house. The air was slightly chilled, so he would slip on his coat and be on his way. Of course, he never went anywhere unarmed. Only a fool would walk around without a way to defend himself. He would make his way through the various gates and would finally emerge outside of the Ministry. The concrete was wet from a previous rain that morning. Raphael walked through the puddles, splashing water as he went. He was early for this scheduled meeting, with one of his spies, and lo and behold he saw a figure moving towards him from a distance. It was the figure of Mathias. Of course, Raphael had not delt with the man personally. Seraphim had done that, usually. The figure moved with a vengeful stance, a fire which threatened to consume him. People were soo melodramatic. Well, for now, this was Mathias' lucky day. He'd get a chance to battle with the monster one on one. Raphael would love this. It had been months since he'd really had a vicious, one on one battle of strength, wit, power. A smirk slowly graced his pale mouth. A cool, caressing breeze shifted those long strands of platinum white hair. Let us spill each other's blood! Kill and be killed for the mere sport of it. Poor, pitiful Saint wouldn't give a damn if he was avenged. He was long gone now and so were those brats he tried to save. If there was a sweet and gentle Heaven for the innocent, those two girls were bathed and cradled in the white arms of angels. If not, they were as nothing, returning to nothingness. Blood red eyes reflected nothing, save perhaps for the dark and dreary tenements around the two. But look there, in the distance, where no eyes lingered. A stone cherub, molded into the wall of the nearest dwelling, shed tears from stone eyes. This world is a sorrowful ocean of blood and it's players can't help but dance at the strings of the puppet master. Let it begin.
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Mathias eyes sunk deeply into Raphael's cold stare, an strange sense of hatred and rage aroused within Mathias' heart. Still he did not let his emotions guide his reasoning, for he knew very well that to allow himself to be reckless would surely lead him to death by Raphael's hands. "We are monsters, specially you and I. We make profit of other's demise, always following orders but in the end, working to greaten our own glory. In this world of wolves, there is no Big Brother, no humanity, only packs of ravenous beasts praying on the weak. Just what we are, wolves..." Mathias monologued as he shifted his eyes to the darkening skies, the clouds shedding tears of sorrow on these two merciless and cruel warriors. "We can't deny our nature, and doing so would be blasphemy. Even though revenge moves me, I can't refuse to acknowledge that there was a more selfish reason that drove me to cause this encounter: I wanted to see what it was to fight a real monster." Mathias addressed to Raphael this time not as an enemy, but as a rival. The rain intensified with each second, falling mercilessly on the ground and religious statues of angels and demons that were placed on the edge of the roofs of the building around them. The nature roared thunders and lightnings, lights that flashed with each thunderous reaction from the heavens.

Mathias lowered his eyes and brought them to a puddle right below his feet and stared to his reflection. He breathed deeply and exhaled, subsequently smiling, showing a similar insane expression that he once saw carved on Seraphim's face long ago. Soon he lifted the sheathed sword before his face, and staring from above its edge, drew with his right hand the murderous weapon. The man then tossed the sheath, holding the blade next to his right leg, the tip of the sword mere inches away from the ground. Let it begin, Mathias thought, as he bent his knees and stretched them, making a small leap followed up by a quick dash towards Raphael. "Let us give the heavens a worthy show to praise!"
 
....

Whoa?

Spectre was dazed and totally confused, his vision blurred and his hearing numb.
Tall, dark figures dragged him along a dimly lit corridor. Spectre squinted, as best he could when he regained some macular control.... agents? How had Spectre fallen from the grace of Big Brother? He wondered what crime he had committed, after at least two decades of loyalty and duty to the party. Or perhaps... he had been freed from the rebels -if they were rebels- and not seen anything of the prison cell! Spectre said nothing to the silent men, in case his first thoughts were correct. Anyhow, he was being dragged backwards. Following behind, appeared to be agent Imraldis, but his vision was still too blurry to make out for certain.
Worse than anything else, he had failed his assignment. The ministry would be very pleased with that.
 
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