Lunch is cooked. It’s on the dining table. Going to Gov building.
Ah geez. She should really steer clear of that building.
Lunch is cooked. It’s on the dining table. Going to Gov building.
Ah geez. She should really steer clear of that building.
Francis pauses as the guard addresses himn he smiles.
“Ah, yes. But do you know, good sir?”
Electrical charges condense at the tip of the blade. In a quick movement, he stabs a guard in the shoulder and slashes it at another.
“I, Francis, am the cause of those events!”
Daniel grunts at the impact
D: “So, Samuel. I see you have a taste for beating up people for no reason?”
His gaze never wavers from Samuel’s.
Laura witnesses the situation unfold from afar.
“…”
No matter. She had business to deal with Mr Samuels.
She makes her way into the situation.
The wounded guards look wide-eyed. Those uninjured call for backup, as those attacked attempt to tackle Francis while creating commotion, hoping for assistance from the public.
“Topple the government! Destroy order! Let fate progress in a branch it had never entered before!”
He roars as he storms the building, entering deeper into the building.
“Now, where can I find someone important enough to take hostage?”
Daniel is unable to see the masked man’s expression. He simply takes the rod, and brings it across Daniel’s back once more.
…
Meanwhile, the other masked man continues his alternate interrogation.
“You’re nothing but a pathetic freak. You’re going to spend your last hour of life, here, rotting away before my very eyes, and I’ll enjoy every second. Before you greet whatever “Legend” awaits you in hell, revoke your sins. Beg for forgiveness, and perhaps you’ll be spared.”
The rod comes down against Daniel’s back once more. The pain gets progressively worse with each strike.
Rito hears the commotion and sees Francis entering the building
“You again? When will your petty attempts at domination stop? Looks like I have to take care of you again.”
Rito transforms into a bear ready to pounce at Francis
“When I have reach the pinnacle of human life, I will!”
Francis stabs the huge bear on the nosey.
As Rito gets hit, he strikes at Francis with one of his claws in empowering anger
“It is Francis.” She notes.
So much fighting. What barbarians.
Seeing the huge claws moving in, Francis eyes widen and he retreats.
“Never again, you hear?! This mortal will not be bleeding! My blood will not taint this planet!”
Hearing the soft murmurs, Francis turns his head, to see Laura.
He pauses.
Then he turns to face Rito again.
“Tell me, bear. What is a life to you? Is it good to be alive? Is one life more important than another? How does one calculate the value of a life?”
She notes the change of tone in their fight. She proceeds to go to the guards.
“I’m here to see Mr Samuels. We must discuss of… matters.”
“I am here to do what I must. I must make sure the world is in balance. If I have to get rid of a life to do so, so be it!”
Gar, having worried about his sister, decides to move towards the building.
“Is that so? But what if that life…”
Francis runs toward Laura, using his rapier to stab and slash the guards near her.
“Not your own?!”
“Ma’m, I’m sorry, but the Rodgers Center is closed. PL-please, don’t stab me! I’ll just… it’s closed…”
As the guard states this, Francis’s rapier slices into his arm, and Pierre emerges from the tower’s entrance.
“What in the world… you’re back again?”
“I am a diplomat… for a new era. That is what I am tasked with and I shall accomplish it for I feel no remorse. Surrender now before you fall into oblivion!”
“Mr Francis. Please do not compromise our business relationship. Please stop at once. All it does it hurt your ideals.”
“Mr Pierre. Is Mr Samuels here?”
As he started into the hostage’s eyes… he feels a sense of guilt. He transforms back to his original form.