A Trip In Vertigo - Lunatic

[Alexander Shioda]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/2w722k3.jpg);] WORD COUNT: 468 TAGGED: Lunatic NOTES: THIS AND THAT No one knows the way I feel a part of me I have to find Buried somewhere deep beneath my skin The old factory set pitch black in the night besides a few lights on in the inside… It was rather eerie looking. Being all worn out, windows missing and haven been forgot for years… It was like a graveyard for all the machines within. But this was the place he had been told about. The one place where he could find Count Hypnos as he was called…the warehouse was what he used to test out his drugs, to create some of the most powerful drugs on the street. Count Hypnos as he was called was known for using human test subjects from hookers to homeless people…the ones no one missed or cared about. The value of the drug was based on the lives it took. This current drug in making called Vertigo had supposedly already taken sixty-nine lives and counting. It was one of the more popular drugs on the street and had taken thirteen lives of rich kids from overdosing already. The drug has a lingering side affect that could last up to days depending on the dose. The user lose focus and balance hence the name Vertigo… it’s was like acid on steroids or so was the word on the street… But none of the mattered to Alex… he was here to see if he could become one of the peddlers for the count. Of course he wouldn’t be selling the drug only using his money to make it look like he was. Hoping to gain enough trust to earn him another lead into the clan he was after. The Count didn’t work for that clan but he had personal ties to it. Alex stood outside the warehouse, standing on a pile of old gas barrels. He wore clothes that made him look more like a street kid… a battered old worn out hoodie, jeans that were faded and had holes in them. His hair was messier than normal. After a moment of checking the scene out, he made his way into the warehouse… His gut feeling was telling him that something wasn’t right but he passed that off as trying to buy his way into information by working with a bad guy… He should have known better though. He entered one of the rooms where there were lights on but it was empty beside a few medical tables and some tables that looked like they belonged in a science lab. Clearly this was the place where they had been working. His blue eyes scanned the area slowly, trying to figure out where the Count was…after all he was suppose to be here tonight from what he had managed to gather prior to this. His thoughts were shattered when he heard something moving above him, his eyes quickly turning upwards to the metal beams above him. The emptiness in me is faded And I can see my life is waiting

[Yuri Petrov]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb= width, 350px, true][atrb= style, padding: 15px; background: #71a491;] * anger overturned, YOU'LL NEVER LEARN UNTIL YOU BURN There was something about plans coming together that was so satisfying. It had taken weeks of preparation and clever uses of the privileges of his day job to scope out the information that had lead him here. It wasn't often he got to visit judgment on such a large swath of deserving victims all at once. He landed on the rooftop, his boots clicking lightly on the metal. Straightening his posture, he cocked his head to the side and glanced around, lips pursed thoughtfully as he checked his surroundings. Good it seemed he was alone. A careful gait carried him over to one of the factory skylights, beside which he knelt to get a good vantage point on the interior of the building. It was then he realized something wasn't quite right. It was empty. There was no movement. Strange. Had someone tipped the gang off, or -- Lunatic's train of thought cut off as a rubber bullet whisked past his face. In mere seconds he was moving, lithe body straightening into a stand, his hands alighting with blue-green flame. "It is not you who I am here to judge," He commented coolly as his gaze darted from one costumed figure to the next, a gaggle of second leaguers it appeared, and the epiphany made him smirk. Who did they think they were, interfering with his work? "Surrender peacefully and we won't have to hurt you," stated one of the young heroes and Lunatic laughed. They had to be new to this if they thought he would just give up like that. Shaking his head, he moved to take flight, only to have his path be blocked by a sheet of ice. A low exhale of annoyance escaped him, his eyes aglow with a blue-green light. In retaliation, he threw a fireball towards the ice generator and took the only other viable path... Crashing through the skylight, glass showered down on the factory floor below, and the vigilante reeled to bring his flames downwards to soften his landing. Lunatic ended up in a crouch on the ground, his cape splayed about him. Inhaling deeply, he raised his head to peer up to the skylight, awaiting the pursuit of the heroes, unaware of the familiar teenager's presence for the time being.

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[Alexander Shioda]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/2w722k3.jpg);] WORD COUNT: 520 TAGGED: Lunatic NOTES: THIS AND THAT No one knows the way I feel a part of me I have to find Buried somewhere deep beneath my skin When he glanced up at the skylights after he heard a noise up there, a growl was given. He couldn’t believe his luck…it was the creepo again. Figures why no one was around… That Lunatic most likely burned them all to crisp. ”Bloody bastard.” He yelled up at the celling, doubting anyone would hear him…after all it was a rather large place. Alex passed that off as the reason why it didn’t feel right… HE was here… his stalker it would seem. Why was this guy showing up everywhere he was? If Alex knew any better, he could say it was fate…that they kept running into each other for a reason but he didn’t believe in that kind of thing...well not yet. His body turned quickly when he head the sound of the gun shot, he quickly dove behind a few wooden crates that were in the room…knowing he needed to find out who was shooting and where they were… He really needed to start coming to these things with his suit on more so now than before because of his stalker! A faint grumble was given as he glanced around for any kind of weapon. This it caught his attention, his blue eyes falling upon a metal pipe on the ground covered in dust. Carefully he made his way over to the pipe, not even paying much attention to the voice above him. He knew what they were saying but was more worried about getting himself armed. By the time he had grabbed the pipe and made his way back over to the crates, there was the sound of glass crashing down. And then the thud of someone landing on the ground… Alex smirked when he seen Lunatic there crouched down on the ground with attention elsewhere. It was his chance to strike and he took it. Alex ran towards the masked man, and swung the pipe at his head. Not enough force behind his attack to knock the man out but enough to do some damage. He was holding back on his strength with the attack, not wanting anyone to know how strong he really was. ”Bloody Creepo Stalker…you are always ruining my leads.” He growled but before he could say anything… he seen some more masked figures coming down from blow. Alex moved quickly into action, he threw the metal pipe at the one hero, the one that was using ice to make their decent easier. He watched as the man too distracted with controlling the ice, got smacked right in the head and ended up falling the rest of the way down, crashing into the some metal storage boxes. His eyes quickly looked around for the other one, not sure where he or she was coming from and then there was his stalker friend beside him. He had no idea what was going on but he really didn’t like it one bit….Then he heard the footsteps coming and then a click. Without thinking. Alex moved to tackle Lunatic out of the way, not even sure why he was doing such a thing…that he just did. The emptiness in me is faded And I can see my life is waiting

[Yuri Petrov]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb= width, 350px, true][atrb= style, padding: 15px; background: #71a491;] * anger overturned, YOU'LL NEVER LEARN UNTIL YOU BURN His mind was preoccupied with running the numbers for the encounter and notating the various exits that could be used as escape routes. Suddenly, there was movement from the shadows, and before Lunatic had a chance to move, the pipe collided with his face. A dreadful cracking accompanied the blow, and his head turned with the momentum. As soon as his wits returned, he leapt back from his attacker, one gloved hand raised to touch the place that had been hit. No. Lunatic did not fear many things, be it death or bodily harm, but one thing that did get his skin crawling was the thought that his identity would come out. What affect would that have on his mother? A scowl crept across his pale lips as bits of the ceramic of his mask chipped away. Not good. Not good at all. "I do not have time for this," He growled, flames licking outwards from the eyes of his mask. Any other retort he might have had was left unsaid, as his attention was drawn by the noises of descent. Huffing slightly, his free hand lit up with his fire hand he threw another blast in their direction. His intent was to distract not to kill - these heroes, as misguided as they were, were not the ones he wished to judge. Lunatic was manifesting another palm full of flame as he heard the click and turned towards it, only to have his world come crashing down as he was tackled out of the way. Grunting softly, he collided with the floor along with the younger male, only to start scrambling to get out of the way moments later as they were met with a spray of rubber bullets. "Move," Lunatic commanded, hands moving to hoist the boy upwards with him. He didn't take the time to check on the condition of his opponent-turned-comrade for the moment, too concerned with getting the hell out of dodge. Slinging a fireball in the direction their pursuers, he used his free hand to shove at the youth's shoulders, trying to move him along, before he brought the hand upwards to clutch at his face, trying to stave away further crumbling of his mask.

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[Alexander Shioda]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/2w722k3.jpg);] WORD COUNT: 507 TAGGED: Lunatic NOTES: THIS AND THAT No one knows the way I feel a part of me I have to find Buried somewhere deep beneath my skin The training the forest gave…well taught him made it so that running numbers and options in his mind like second nature and didn’t take his ability away from moving at the same time. Alex didn’t have to sit still and be a target while he figured things out, he could act and do that at the same time. Then again, he wasn’t trying to escape by to take down the attacks, not caring who they were. To him they were a roadblock in all of this and they were about to get out of his way so he could deal with his stalker so that his leads would not be ruined anymore. Even though he was busy taking down the ice wielder, he had the sound of the mask cracking behind him. ”To bad…deal with it.” He muttered to Lunatic as he stood there watching the ice wielder fall into the metal boxes… Even though his curiosity was peaked about who was behind that freaky mask, he was too busy trying to figure out where that other person was... Anything else would have to wait until they were out of this spot. Before he even had time think about what he was doing, he had tackled Lunatic to the ground. There was a very faint grunt as he took one of the rubber bullets right in the middle of his back, hitting his spine pretty good…sending a numbing feeling to his body so it him a while to get back to his feet but had help from Lunatic in that department. His knees felt weak but it wasn’t from the bullet that hit him… he felt sick to his stomach… and had bent over it was then that he noticed a needle sticking out from his calf. After he reached down and pulled the needle out he was pushed aside when he heard the order to move. The smell of the fire brought him back to reality after his mind drifted back to a moment within the forest…amazing how just one simple word could bring back such painful memories to him. Alex started to move towards the next room. He stood next the machine on the other side of the door…there was a saw disk sitting on the machine, he quickly picked up and dart out from the door long enough to send the thing flying hard and fast at the person who was shooting at them. There was a grunt as the saw disk hit the armed person in the leg…giving them a break from the bullets as the shooter tried to pull the sharp object imbedded a inch in his leg. Then he noticed that Lunatic was too worried about his mask to really be moving, he quickly pulled off his hoodie and tried to toss it over the taller man’s head before moving to try and pull him into the other room. ”We need to move.” He knew he couldn’t fight was he was feeling much longer and needed to get out of here…before he passed out… he was using most of his will to fight back the darkness. The emptiness in me is faded And I can see my life is waiting

[Yuri Petrov]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb= width, 350px, true][atrb= style, padding: 15px; background: #71a491;] * anger overturned, YOU'LL NEVER LEARN UNTIL YOU BURN He didn't bother with any more words. Lunatic simply wanted to take back control of things, and the best way to do that at the moment was to remove himself from the situation as soon as possible. The longer he delayed the riskier it became, with the ceramic of his mask chipping away against his palm. Having his identity compromised was not something he was going to sit down and take. Come hell or high water he was going to get himself out of that building before that even became a problem. As soon as the boy finished with the saw blade, he lingered by the threshold and placed his free palm to the door frame, letting his fire take hold of the door, then shut it. It would buy them sometime at least. When the hoodie hit him in the head, he quickly turned to glance at the smaller male, frowning. First the familiarity and then all of this, honestly he was having a hard time puzzling the kid out. The questions could be answered later, as it was true - they had to keep moving. Removing his arm from the other's grasp he briskly made his way for the next room, waiting for his companion to enter as well before he sealed that door as well.

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[Alexander Shioda]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/2w722k3.jpg);] WORD COUNT: 421 TAGGED: Lunatic NOTES: THIS AND THAT No one knows the way I feel a part of me I have to find Buried somewhere deep beneath my skin The affects were becoming greater with each passing moment, he felt like he was starting to lose his balance…that the room was spinning. His one hand came up and held the bridge of his nose as Lunatic sealed the door closed as he had moved back in. It was hard for him to focus but he needed to get out of here. His eyes glanced around the room, he quickly grabbed a bottle of Ammonia and a bottle of hydrochloric acid after he had tossed the hoddie the slightly masked man he found himself fighting against. Glad that the one door was going to buy them sometime but he wasn’t sure how long and the plan he had in his mind would help give them some more time. Alex was clueless on why he was doing, he should have let his stalker be taken by who ever was after them to give him the time he need to escape but he just couldn’t leave him… and not knowing was bugged him. But currently…it was the last thing really on his drugged soaked mind… It was hard enough for him to keep moving and focused on what he was doing than to worry about anything else. Once Lunatic was in the other room, he wasn’t far behind. Standing in the door for a moment, he opened both of the bottles and tossed them on the floor. Both landed right beside either. A white smoke-like vapor of ammonium chloride crystals started to form, he quickly moved into the other room knowing that the smoke would make it appear like their was a fire in that room… hoping the trick would hold the other guy who was after them off even longer as he tried to break into that door. Alex had to prop himself up against a box as he waited for his stalker to seal the door he just moved away from. It was taking the last of his strength just hold himself up. ”That door behind us is an exit…” His words were a bit jumbled up and slurred… He pushed himself up only to fall down to his knees as he legs gave out on him. The tips of his hair, were wet from sweat… the drug taking a have toll on him…after all he was only sixteen and never really had any drug in his system whether the kind from prescriptions or street drugs. After a moment, Alex managed to get to his feet and stumble towards the exit. But within the moment he was, he was out again... his body hit the floor with a thud...out cold The emptiness in me is faded And I can see my life is waiting

[Yuri Petrov]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb= width, 350px, true][atrb= style, padding: 15px; background: #71a491;] * anger overturned, YOU'LL NEVER LEARN UNTIL YOU BURN The door sealed, Lunatic let out a small breath. A little more time to work out their situation. As his attention was drawn to the exit, he started in that direction only to pause as he heard a thud. Pivoting towards the sound, boot heels clicking softly against the floor, he squinted at the fallen form of the youth. Arching a 'brow, he tilted his head to the side and moved to the smaller male's side. Crouching down by him, he quickly took his pulse. Well, the kid wasn't dead, that was a plus...Now it was a matter of what to do with him. He was hesitant to just leave him behind. He still didn't know who the boy was, and if he was here because he had connections to the gang, well he certainly shouldn't be left to the heroes' false justice. It took him only a second to make a decision, and soon his toned arms were wrapping around the younger man's body. Hoisting him upwards, he slung the other over his shoulder and made way for the door at a brisk pace. The trip home was rather awkward, as he was not accustomed to flying with a body in tow. He was thankful when he returned to the flat that his mother had already retired for the evening as he expected, it was rather late after all. Quietly he made his way through the living room to his study, where he set the boy down on the small sofa he had near the back of the room. He checked his pulse once more before withdrawing and regarding him with wary curiosity. The fact that he couldn't put his finger on who this person was nagged at him and he grit his teeth slightly. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he removed the hoodie from his head, followed by his damaged mask. His wavy silver hair cascaded over his shoulders as he moved to set the mask on the nearby table, one hand raised to push a few bangs free from his face. Convinced that his impromptu guest was going to be out for a while, Yuri made his way out of the room, taking a quick side trip to the kitchen to make some tea. He took some time in setting up a kettle and some hot water, then set up a few tea bags, deciding on green tea for its bitterness to help him wake up a bit more. After ten minutes or so he returned to the study, tray in hand. Moving to the table, he set it down then pulled out one of the chairs, dragging it over to situate it besides the sofa. After nabbing his cup of tea, he settled down atop the chair and crossed one leg over the other, sipping the beverage as he kept a close eye on the young male.

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[Alexander Shioda]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/2w722k3.jpg);] WORD COUNT: 628 TAGGED: Lunatic/Yuri NOTES: THIS AND THAT No one knows the way I feel a part of me I have to find Buried somewhere deep beneath my skin As he was lifted and taken away, flown over the city, he wasn’t not aware of it…haven been taken out by the dose of drugs in his system. Which was a good thing, he wouldn’t have gone so willing other wise. He would have done everything in his power to fight being carried like this and done what he could to prove that he could handle his own. Yes… he was rather stubborn but the last ten years of his life he had no one around to help, to show him that it was okay to ask for help… All he knew how to do was depend on himself and do what he could to get by injured or not. Even as Alex laid there on the sofa, his dreams were worse than before thanks to the drugs in his system… Though he laid still on the sofa barely moving aside from the rise and fall of his chest with each breath he took. The forest…it was just more than a forest and he learned that right around the age of twelve… he had been out hunting, following a deer and tracking it farther than he should have when a dart knocked him out… He awoke to find himself chained up to a poll in some kind of tent. Having stumbled into an area that a small group of robbers had taken as theirs, deep away from any city as they worked on their plans of taking it over… When he awoke, he found himself looking at a man standing there before. Of course he was scared to death. It had been six years since he had contact with anyone let alone the fact he had been knocked out by a natural sedative and then chained up. The man asked who sent him and why he was here. Of course, Alex really didn’t know how to speak let alone very many words. When he refused to speak, he was tortured. This went on for a few hours before they finally gave up and tossed him back into the woods to die… Alex managed to make it back to his camp almost a day after he was tossed out, left to die. He used his knowledge of the plants around the forest and had used those to treat his wounds as well as fire to seal off the wounds. He made his way back to camp and never went near that area again and barely made it through the experience… luckily it was middle of winter and he had frozen meat stored up around his camp. Almost two hours after being brought back, he stirred…a quiet cry out from the nightmares that haunted him, falling off the sofa in the process... a faint thud as he hit the floor. Sitting up slowly, the room spinning around him slightly as he struggled to get focused but the drugs that still remained in his system made it struggled to do so. The reason why Vertigo was so popular among drug user…the fact its side affects could last days… His eyes, wild and scared looking around the place that was very unfamiliar with him… Wondering if he had been taken a hostage by those who were after them in that warehouse… the last thing he remembered was trying to make it to the exit then things went black on him…and no here we was a in rather decently decorated study. A hand came up and rubbed at his eyes as he sat there on the floor… it was then that the scents hit him and in all the mixture he smelled a very familiar based scent the one that had been haunting him for while now… That scent belonging to creepo… The emptiness in me is faded And I can see my life is waiting

[Yuri Petrov]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb= width, 350px, true][atrb= style, padding: 15px; background: #71a491;] * anger overturned, YOU'LL NEVER LEARN UNTIL YOU BURN Yuri had waited patiently. Though he hated being idle, he did not mind the amount of time that it took for the boy to stir. He had plenty of things to occupy his time with, namely he had retrieved his laptop to start perusing various files, both those related to his work as well as those skewed towards his night-time hobbies. He sipped on multiple cups of tea, his olive green eyes scanning the words displayed on his monitor. Every now and then he glanced up to the youth currently unconscious on the sofa and frowned. As hard as he tried, he couldn't find any records of anyone matching the other's age and description. Bringing his attention back to the computer, he caught something out of the corner of his eye. Inclining his head to get a better view, his expression darkened. "I know what I'm doing," He stated firmly to the spectre of his past. The judge was too smart to not realize how dangerous the situation he was playing with was. He fought so hard to keep his identity a secret and yet here he was, with an unknown on his sofa. Yet for some strange reason he couldn't leave the kid for the heroes, but he also couldn't put him down either. Yuri needed answers to satisfy Lunatic's code. Who was the blonde and what was his connection to the gang? Why did he feel oddly familiar? Head cocked, he set aside his tea cup to free up his hands, long fingers gliding over the keys of his laptop, deciding to try a different search string. Perhaps if he cast a wider net he could get more results. Two hours in, his head jerked upwards at the sound of movement and an outcry. Yuri peered bewildered at the boy for a moment, his mind lagging for a split second before he was moving to retrieve one of the unbroken masks that hung from the walls. He slid it on smoothly, one hand moving to sweep his long silver-grey hair out of the way. With his face now hidden, he strode back over to the side of the sofa and crouched down next to the blonde. "It seems you finally awaken," His head cocked to the side in an almost bird-like fashion. "You will tell me who you are." The cool, matter-of-fact way he made the statement made it clear it wasn't a request, rather a demand.

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[Alexander Shioda]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/2w722k3.jpg);] WORD COUNT: 515 TAGGED: Lunatic/Yuri NOTES: THIS AND THAT No one knows the way I feel a part of me I have to find Buried somewhere deep beneath my skin The nightmares always hit him the hard but it was worse than normal…he normally didn’t cry out like that. It was the first time he was out that longest… the city was so hard to sleep in. It was so noisy and he could never find a place that was quiet enough to do so well that wasn’t true. The old theatre was rather quiet at times but a moment a car drove pass, it woke him. Even though he was still feeling the affects of the drugs, a part of him felt strangely rested…but only a little bit. What really bothered him at the moment was that he was not expecting to wake up in a place like this… maybe some kind of cell or in the street but not in a warm room. His eyes had seen the movement from the corners of them and he got a good look at the face of the person who was here… The white hair and those eyes… He only got a glimpse of the but something within him click…he remembered seeing those eyes somewhere else before but he couldn’t place. It felt so long ago and so far away…. Alex watched as the man quickly put on one of the many mask and he turned his head away quickly. His head hung for a bit, still feel sick and groggy but his mind was too busy trying to figure out why the creepo’s scent and eyes seemed so familiar too…But he couldn’t focus long enough or gather his thoughts together like this…he really need to get back to his place… he had some herbs there that should help to clear the drug out of his system. However before he couldn’t think anymore about it, he heard the other speaking. Those blue eyes glanced towards the masked man. ”Why is it so important? And why do you hide behind that mask? I am not threat to you nor care enough to tell anyone about you. I doubt you are some hideous monster… just a creepo stalker… Besides I am dead, it doesn’t matter whom I am…” His voice trailed off as he shifted to get a bit more comfortable upon the floor. Alex wasn’t sure why this man was demanding to know who he was or why it was so important… Like he knew the other man wasn’t all that bad looking behind the mask… ”Right now I doubt it matters if I tell you or not. I have a feeling; I won’t make it out of here alive. So… just get whatever you are going to do me done and over with. Also take off that mask, you shouldn’t hide behind it when I already seen who you are.” Alex was really sure that he wasn’t going to get out of here alive even more so that he had told the other he had seen his face. But he found it rather stupid that the other was hiding behind a mask and demanding to know who he was when the creepo wouldn’t even show himself. The emptiness in me is faded And I can see my life is waiting

[Yuri Petrov]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/4fVyd.jpg); border: #333 solid 10px; width: 300px;] IT'S ME COMBINING NUMBERS IT'S ME JUST PLAYING GOD IT'S ME WHO'S MAKING RULES HERE I CANNOT COME UNDONE YOU SHOULD NEVER BE FORGIVEN The query made him smirk, though it faded at the other's following words. They rang hollow in his ears, as he held no great love for himself. He didn't consider himself a monster by any means, no, he did what was right than no one else had the courage to...But hideous? Well, there was a reason he kept his face covered by the make-up and really disliked whenever anyone touched his face. "You are familiar," He stated plainly, his voice monotone. "And I want to know why." While he could be obtuse at times, right now was not one of them and he cut straight to the chase. This nagging was taking up too much attention from both his day job and his nightly activities and the sooner he got rid of it the better. If it was as simple as the youth being a remnant of past justice meted out, he would have come to cope with it already. But no, he was well acquainted with the voice of Thanatos, and this blonde was not one of his harbingers. The comment regarding his mask made him sigh. Stupid, stupid, stupid. So he wasn't quick enough. Nothing could be done about it now, and though he didn't particularly believe the fact that the boy didn't care enough to tell anyone anything he also doubted the comment regarding having seen him was a bluff. Gloved fingers hooked under the edge of his helm, and he pulled it up slowly, careful not to smudge his foundation. "The state of your well-being depends entirely on who you are," Though he shed no tears for the murderers and criminals he incinerated, there was one thing he didn't do: kill innocents. The youth before him had been shown to use force when necessary, but that did not mean he was a murderer. There was a certain method to his madness and the stranger had yet to satisfy his code. "This can be a simple conversation, or a hard one. Your choice." Yuri stated coolly as he rose from the floor, moving to set the mask on the table as well as retrieve his cup of tea. He was careful not to turn his back to the youth however, despite the other's drugged state. He had taken enough chances already. 385 WORDS TAGGED Alex

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[Alexander Shioda]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/2w722k3.jpg);] WORD COUNT: 561 TAGGED: Yuri NOTES: THIS AND THAT No one knows the way I feel a part of me I have to find Buried somewhere deep beneath my skin Because of his up bringing, he didn’t have the normal things in his speech…and more bluntly truthful than anything else. No sarcastic remarks, no dancing around the truth…sure there was joking here and there but for the most it was right to the truth. And he had done something with this Lunatic character that he had never done with anyone before and gave him the nickname of creepo… Which meant a lot coming from someone as anti social and far from the human race as him. ”So you got that feeling too… Your scent, your eyes they are familiar…” He said, not even bothering to look up at the masked person. And he didn’t find it strange that creepo wanted to know why either…he wished he knew why and then this bugging feeling would leave him alone. Allow him to put his focus needed to be. He caught the movement of the other’s hands and quickly looked over and watched him remove the mask and a tiniest smile crept at the corners of his lips. A part of him was rather thankful that the mask had come off… As he got a closer look at the face, there was even strange sense of comfort that washed over him and he had to glance away, not even understanding what the feeling was or what it meant. ”Like I said, I am dead so the well-being of me means nothing.” He stated bluntly. Alex really thought of himself as having died on that crash, the person here was only living for revenge and whatever happened to him didn’t matter. Alex stood up slowly, his legs not really with him at the moment as he listened to the other speak about how this could go easy or hard and he just laughed quietly as if it was joke to him. There was no such thing as easy in his life… nothing had ever been easy for him. To live…to survive in that forest, it was hardest thing in his life. There was no easy path and he doubted he would know what to do with an easy path. ”Fine… my name is Alex Shioda. Go ahead look it up on your computer there. You shall see I was telling you the truth I am a dead.” His voice carried no emotion, it was just flat lined but like always it was the truth. Alex had no idea if it was a good thing to let anyone know he was alive but there was apart of him that felt okay with telling creepo who he was. Alex just stayed where he was. He wasn’t the type to attack someone when they were facing away or trying to keep from facing away from him...He knew that creepo didn’t trust him enough to turn his back on him. And he was wise for that, even in this state Alex could have put a good fight if he needed or wanted to. The cup that was picked, explained the tea he smelled. It dawned on him that he was rather thirsty himself but didn’t dare ask for anything to drink, he trust Lunatic enough for that. When he started to feel dizzy again, he said down again…leaning back against the sofa. ”Why did you bring me here and put such a risk on yourself? It doesn’t make sense.” The emptiness in me is faded And I can see my life is waiting

[Yuri Petrov]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/4fVyd.jpg); border: #333 solid 10px; width: 300px;] IT'S ME COMBINING NUMBERS IT'S ME JUST PLAYING GOD IT'S ME WHO'S MAKING RULES HERE I CANNOT COME UNDONE YOU SHOULD NEVER BE FORGIVEN His lithe body settled in a lean against the table, one hip nestled lightly against the wood. He raised his cup to his lips, taking a slow sip of the tea as he watched the young blonde. "It's unwise to move much in your current state," Yuri commented, his voice a cool monotone. Had they been in a less unusual situation, perhaps he would have feigned concern as to be more socially appropriate...But as he currently stood unmasked before this stranger, he felt no need to keep up the usual charades of his day to day life. Pale lips pursed into a neutral line as he considered the other male. The fact that they both shared this bizarre familiarity was so out of place for him. Yuri didn't connect to many people, really. Outside of the social interaction required for his job he didn't do much to maintain any circle of friends. Allowing people too close became dangerous after a certain point, and he had enough variables to worry about while managing his double lives. However all of that pondering went out the window as soon as he heard the name coming from the kid's mouth. Yuri did a double take, his olive eyes narrowed in concentration. Alex? Memories surged forth, coaxed out of the recesses of his mind at the spoken name. He wasn't really fond of kids and honestly didn't even want to take the job, but eventually ended up biting down and accepting it. What did it matter he had to spend some time with a little kid? The money helped him through college and support himself and his mother - despite the money gained from Mr. Legend's popularity, Yuri refused to let himself rely on his father's fortune. It was an awkward time...But there was something about the boy and the sheer innocence in his eyes that he found himself indulging the kid in playtime. He was never very good at it, but he did try, and... When he heard news of the Shioda family tragedy, he took it harder than he had expected. It infuriated him, the injustice of a world that would harm such an innocent soul. As Yuri stared at the blonde, he noticed more and more that he resembled the small child he once looked after. The judge's stance went military straight, his shoulders rigid. It was a defensive posture, but not one of physical action, rather, he was throwing up walls to prevent himself from showing too much emotion. He lowered the tea cup and set it atop the table, then dropped his hands to his sides. While he was vaguely aware of the fact that the boy had continued to speak through all of this, all of his attention had latched onto his name and the revelation it brought. "You've grown considerably since I last saw you," was all he could think to say. His tone wavered only momentarily before he schooled it into a flat smoothness. 499 WORDS TAGGED Alex

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[Alexander Shioda]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/2w722k3.jpg);] WORD COUNT: 566 TAGGED: Yuri NOTES: THIS AND THAT No one knows the way I feel a part of me I have to find Buried somewhere deep beneath my skin At this point, he could careless what he was told to do by this man whoever he was. He was too on edge from the familiar sense to the fact he wasn’t sure he could trust this guy…not after everything he had seen this guy do recently. With that power of his, whatever it was more dangerous than anything he had seen before… His mind drifted back to the warehouse and the guy who was controlling the ice, he really didn’t understand how people could do so such things. ”I’ve been in worse shape then this…” He muttered… His mind flashing back to the one time in the forest after he was tortured…this drugged induced sickness or whatever it was, was just a scratch compared to that. Alex couldn’t help but wonder how this Lunatic character could manage such a cool tone when he spoke and cared himself. After all his cover had been blown, Alex had seen his face and clearly there was something between them but it clearly didn’t bother him too much or if it did, he was hiding it. Seeing how he was only six at the time of the crash and his little mind…he didn’t remember much of anything from his past. And these days the current thing he could count, as a friend was the fox he had tamed in the forest after finding it wounded… People were not something he had a lot of contact with in the ten years he was gone. So he couldn’t recall knowing anyone. And since he got back, the only time he had run into this guy was those two times…and he was more sure of that now that he seen his face. Then he seen the slightest hint of something bothering the creepo…the way he changed the way he carried himself…the look in his eyes…it all changed by just the mention of his name? It didn’t make sense to him…then it dawned on him. This man must have been tied in with his family it was the only way his name would have affected someone like this. But who…Alex couldn’t be sure he was so young back then and the memories were barely there anymore. Then the other man straighten himself up and he could sense the defenses taken to hide whatever he was feeling and his eyes followed the cup being sit down on the table. Alex pushed himself up slowly to his feet again; he made his way slowly over to the white hair man who stood taller than him, his balance was not quite there yet. He was aware of what was being said to him but didn’t care at the moment. Those deep blue eyes of his, glanced up as he took a deep breath, almost like a dog checking out a new human. ”Ten years will do that to someone… I’m afraid… I don’t remember you yet for that I am sorry.” Alex quickly reached over, placing his hand on the table leaning against it for a bit more support. ”You might be in danger from the same people who killed my parents and that pilot… Almost everyone connected to the Shioda family is dead...” He said bluntly…from what he found all the people close to his parents from his father partner in the police for to the people who worked on the board of his grandfather’s company. The emptiness in me is faded And I can see my life is waiting