𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝙳 ( Tails )

[katt]

You successfully land the blow to the side of his head and a off balance Malone tries to click her fingers at you from her position on the floor-- she misses, making a painting on the wall shatter, glass cascading like a deadly waterfall onto the sofa and carpet.

[Death]

He'd clamber to his feet, shocked by the glass shattering. He sends out a wild kick into the mans side, before stumbling to pin the woman down again. He nearly dropped his gun.

[katt]

You catch Edward yelling something like "Malone, get out of here! The front desk!" Just as strangers burst through the door. However Malone has tried to aim for you again but due to the fact you've pushed her down she end up with a direct on the first man through the door. He screams in pain and oh god, you've never seen so much blood from one wound, dripping on the floor as he sinks to his knees.

[Death]

His left hand snaps up, trying to catch the girl by the throat. His forty five calibre is immediately up and pointed at the second of the two individuals, and without a seconds hesitation, as round is sent flying through the air toward the man. This was another reason he had chosen a revolver, he didn't have to waste time picking up spent cartridges after he fires.

[katt]

The second man crumples to the ground like a ragdoll, the other two run straight out of the room without a single glance back. Out the corner of your eye you can see Edward crawling back towards his own pistol.

[Death]

He tries to knock the girl out by pistol whipping her in the side of her head. He will then do the bad guy thing and step on the gun just as he is about to reach it. "You and me are going to have a little chat."

[katt]

With a slightly sickening thud you can tell that you're successful in knocking Malone out, now time to channel that classic movie villain.

[Death]

He opens his mouth to start being threatening and mysterious- but the guy is out cold. Damn it. He is slightly deflated by that, but he decides to fireman carry Malone and try to take her down to the van so he can make his escape.

[katt]

You pause to knock the van keys from the sideboard (it'll save you the trouble and time of hot wiring the vehicle), sling Malone over your shoulder before kicking the door open. Making your way down each floor your find that aiming you weapon at any civilian who approaches you keeps them away though it might be a bit trickier to go through reception without firing a few shots.

[Death]

The man would crash through the reception and a few loud shots would go off, scaring away any guards or staff, and echoing loudly around the building. He'd sprint out into the van, roughly throw the woman in the back (probably leaving bruises) and then skidding off in the ominously coloured van.

(sorry, completely forgot about this)

[katt]

You're met with screams, a few ricocheting bullets, allot of broken glass from where you've fired haphazardly into the lobby (hopefully they didn't want that wall to wall fish tank that much) and a nice crunch when you through Malone into the back. That's probably a broken arm. Do you care? Hell to the no, you're focused on not crashing and dying right now.

(coolio)

[Death]

He drives off, leaving a large plume of smoke behind him. Toward the hideout (the batcave as he likes to call it, but it's just a warehouse he has booby-trapped to hell).

[katt]

It takes a while but eventually you get there though now it's started to rain rather heavily as you pull up and turn off the engine. From the silence you assume that girl's still out cold.

[Death]

Slinging her over his shoulder- he whistles 'Rule Britannia' as the large, creaky, oaken door that leads into the old warehouse opens when he turns the knob. A well timed strike of lightning illuminates the interior, revealing rows upon rows of boxes, supplies and old crates he had never bothered to move or open. He steps adeptly over the trip wire that has the crude bomb attached to blow when anyone sets it off and does a kind of tango dancing around all the traps he has set. A bear trap hidden under fallen papers, a couple more trip wires with rudimentary and crude arrows that will be fired out and his latest edition after watching saw; a shotgun trap with a string that pulls the trigger when the door is opened.

He has to go the long way to get around the shotgun- even then, there's another trip wire set.

He'd had months to set up all this stuff. Heck, he'd even started working on his own reverse bear trap. He had finished Rule Britannia and had started whistling The Sash instead; showing his patriotism. He began to fasten the girl in to a chair that has leather strap where the fore arms and shins are when you sit down. He takes out a tiny piece of rope and ties her fingers together to stop any magicky warp bullshit. A gag is put in her mouth for the same reason.

He was paranoid; he knew.

He began to set up his camera hopefully while the girl wakes up so she can see him switch it on to add to his creep factor. He hams up his heavy breathing to add to the fear factor. He wanted this woman to feel like she was in a real life horror movie. These monsters needed a monster to be scared of.

[katt]

You can instantly tell when she comes round just by the pace of her breathing, shallow breaths becoming desperate gasps through that rag you've stuffed into her mouth. Eyes wide,it takes her a few minutes to adjust to the darkness before she she can actually see you, then she spots the camera. She tries to cry but of course it's unsuccessful, the muffled screams are nothing short of pathetic.

[Death]

"Fellow Investigators!" He greets the camera, his arms are eagle spread as he stands in front of the camera. "You may know me as my online alias Darkmoore on our little website- so we shall stick with that for the duration of this... Video." He stops himself from saying Torture video. "After months of scrounging and searching for any information available on the Messenger's dark plans for the world, and avoiding that damned shadowy creature that has haunted me for the past three years; I have done it!"

He stands out of the way of the camera; revealing Malone. "A Messenger! Alive and..." he glances over her very broken arm, "...mostly well." He was of course going to put a voice changer filter over the video so these guys wouldn't know who he was. "So, oh great and powerful Messenger, any greetings for our audience?" He waits for her to try and say something through the gag before cutting her off, "Well, that's just the biggest shame! You see, there's a lot of people in the world who... well... don't like you or your bastard cohorts."

"So you are going to tell me everything you know- or I will make you feel the pain of every person your group of monsters has hurt of the years." He grabs a small scalpel from the desk beside the camera, it was either very rusty or covered in really old blood- he forgot which it was. He removes the gag for her to talk and is prepared to stab her if she starts any voodoo bullshit.

[katt]

Maybe if she was more cocky the young girl would have replied with something like "If you really wanted information The Hallowed hotline is open 24/7 and will happily take any questions! Why don't you give that a try instead?" and if bravery was more prominent in her you would probably have to deal with "Eat my ass you masked fuck face!!" but instead Malone hangs her head in what seems to be exhaustion.

"Please...." Looks like she's gonna take the highway.

[Death]

"...'Please'...?" There's a snicker from under the mask. It soon turns into full blown cackling and he doubles over clutching his sides. "Try telling that to the families whose lives you ruined," He puts the scalpel down and takes out his revolver- he empties each chamber but leaves one bullet in. He then spins the chamber and cpocks it; pressing the gun against the side of her head. "You feelin' lucky? If not, stop with your bullshit and give me a straight fucking answer."