𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝙳 ( Tails )

[Death]

He continues going downward, checking each floor as thoroughly, but as swiftly as he possible could. Hopefully they had a nice BBQ sauce with those wings- for all the bad shit the Messengers have caused, at least they let us have our greasy, unhealthy fast food.

[katt]

That Malone woman's like what? Seventeen? Sixteen? Teenagers are all about fast food and unhealthy lifestyles, you doubt you'll be let down. Okay, right, the fourth floor has jack shit on it, time to check the third floor.

[Death]

He stares into the third floor hallway, his mask glowering ominously in the pitch black night around him. Water drips from some of the railings,
landing near him. He watches intently, and moves in if there is any sign of these teens.

[katt]

Nothing in this room, nothing in the next one, nothing in the- shit son, that's the older dude who was driving the van, currently talking to someone on Skype. You can't see the girl but you assume she'll be somewhere in that same room as well, you can see a pair a female shoes on the floor.

[Death]

He'll draw his pistol and sneak in, then stand up so that he is just barely visible in the top right corner of his webcam screen. He'd see this sinister, orange glowing smile that emits a faint orang hue across the rest of the mask. The dull orange eyes watch him, and his revolver is cocked, ready at his side if he tries anything funny.

[katt]

You're carefully trying to open the window open when the man ends his Skpye call, gets up and moves to the other side of the room to knock on the bathroom door which must be where Malone is. Fucks sake, moment ruined right there but hey, you can now get in pretty much undetected as his attention is elsewhere.

[Death]

He opens the window with the subtlety of a cat burglar, stepping in and standing in the corner, silent watching the man with his pistol in hand.

[katt]

The man's asking if Malone's okay, back turned to you. Looking around you can spot varied weapons cases discreetly hidden around the room, most people wouldn't notice them but you know where to look. Did you close the window? You wouldn't want to let a draft in now, thinking about how far you've got after all.

[Death]

The Mysterious figure closes the window, being sure to make it as quiet as possible. He then tries to squeeze himself either under a bed or in a closet so that he can wait them out until they either fall asleep or they leave themselves in a particularly vulnerable position.

[katt]

You barely manage to sneak into the empty closet just as Malone comes out the bathroom and the man, Edward from what his Skype said, goes back to sit on the sofa. They idly talk and you get your first good look at the pair through the a crack in the door: the girl is standing by the window, absentmindedly fiddling with the blind while the man starts to order pizzza. To the rest of the world right now they look like a niece and uncle on holiday, not a government paid terrorist and a pop star goddess creature.

[Death]

His gloved fingers feel across the metal of the revolver as he continues to watch from the closet; he's actually surprised that guy didn't spot him out of his peripheral vision. His eyes dart between the two- and he is certainly hoping neither go to open the closet door. For even though he'd most certainly be able to shoot them, it would wake the entire building to his presence.

[katt]

Currently it looks like you're rather safe, well you're not in any imminent danger for the time being which means you can recap over a few things, for example: your motivation for being on this stake on. Sure, The Messenger's may have an annoying fan base, their music might not be up your street and their overall collections of branded products might have ruined Saturday shopping for you but surely there's more right?

[Death]

He'd think over his motives for a moment- and wince at the thought. These people were trying to play God; and in doing so had murdered a lot of people close and dear to him- destroyed his dreams of being a film manager and had replaced the once chipper and happy man with a paranoid, and empty husk that only felt the need for vengeance. He lets out a small sigh, but catches himself and covers his mouth, hoping it didn't attract attention.

[katt]

Ah yes, in many years to come there would endless debate on how the influence of The Messengers affected both the music and film industry, destroying jobs, families and lives as the need for godly related material began to rise.

Anyway, your gasp makes Malone slowly turn around and she scans the room for a few minutes, not moving. You swear that her gaze rests on the closet for longer than usual nevertheless, her eyes rest on Edward and she seems to assume that it was him who made that sound. It is in your best interests to keep quite, you know that right? Whatever the case her reaction was certainly a wake up call for you.

[Death]

He stays extremely quiet and continues to watch the woman. He keeps forgetting she's a Messenger with godlike abilities; hearing the tiniest of sounds will probably tick her off. He wonders if those God-like abilities protect from .45 calibre bullets.

[katt]

You remember that other Messenger that Edward supposedly shot, the one that was carried into back stage covered in tar like blood and for some reason that memory is rather reassuring when accompanied by the feeling of the gun in your hand. Plus that Messenger was a fully grown woman while this one's...smaller.

[Death]

He is happy he took all those gun lessons. He hears the T.V switch on an- HOLY SHIT IT'S CNN. WHO THE FUCK LISTENS TO CNN?! He almost considers kicking the closet door down and shooting the T.V, then summarily executing both of these heretics for their heretical actions. If he had a bolt pistol that would be fun, but he doesn't.

[katt]

Sad times, it looks like you're going to have to endure CNN right now, blatantly spouting out propaganda for The Hallowed while covering other bland shit. Obviously uninterested by this Edward flicks the TV off and puts on some classical music. It's not jazz but it can suffice compared to "Small town boy breaks amazing spelling bee record!"

[Death]

He sees the woman lie down on the couch, obviously drowsy. This may be the one chance he gets or he may well have to wait for several hours for them to go to sleep. If they are faced away from him; he knows he has at least thirty minutes to have a talk before the Pizza guy arrives. He prepares his gun.

[katt]

Just as you're ready to burst out the man strikes up conversation and the woman perks up a little. For fucks sake- You try not to angry as they engage in small talk and instead hold onto the fact that she'll probably sleep after tea.

[Death]

The moment she shows weakness, he's going to just burst out and take her in a chokehold.

[katt]

Now that's the sort of attitude we're aspiring to! With thoughts like those you'll certainly walk away with blood on your hands hell, you might even have to kill the other guy too just to clean up lose ends.

[Death]

He continues to watch for an opportunity.

[katt]

Hmmmm, emotional backstory from Edward, Malone's real name and age and before you even know it room service is delivering pizza. While they're busy preparing food you take the chance to give your poor legs a rest and sit down, you've got time to plan your escape and what you'll do next.... if you can keep your mind off the smell of fast food, that is.

[Death]

He makes sure his gun is in good working order. And continues to watch the two. Emotional edgy teenager backstory of course- I mean, it was *slightly* hypocritical. But at least he wasn't part of an organisation who were probably just as bad as the Messengers, they just want to put themselves in charge.