forgive.me.father.for.i.have.sinned....

[Rikku]

Huge wooden doors sealed the entrance to the crypt of encasing tremours, with no effort at all, Rikku pushed the bolt up and swung the heavy brick open, revealing the smouldered ruins within, shadowed dust shimmered in the cracks of light dancing in her entrance. She coughed from the smell and spluttered with the clamour in her windpipe, holding the door back with all her strength, she indicated to Roza to enter the darkened building.

[glow=red,2,300]"After you!"[/glow]

Following her kin, she turned back to the door, slamming it closed with a whoosh and a thud, bringing the bolt home, she turned back to the inside. Thoughts muffled her brain and she wished not for another vision... "I wonder who designed this place!" she thought... "The interior design is extremely imaginative!" Through the dampened dust and dirt she could make out a couple of uncrushed pews, leading to an alter the the midst of it all. She paused watching the floating flakes of dried ash settle upon the darkened tiles..... the uneasy sound of silence, made her clasp her eagle, sliding it from the pouch and holding it at arms length straight out in front of her. Although her hand shook, she felt fresh breath in her lungs, feeding her imagination, lulling her brain....she wasn't safe, that much was true, but she was prepared.....for anything!

She trained the eagle across the shattered pews and up to the once magnificent alter, the crucifix high above shone with gleaming splendour, yet she found herself unable to look upon the figure nailed to it. Snorting she withdrew her gun and clipped it back into the clasp.

Stepping forward, she allowed her mind to relax, there was nothing here, or to put it another way, nothing left living here! For as she rounded the corner, there crushed under a heavy mahogany pew was the father himself, dead for a while the body, unmoved of the situation had begun to smell. Rikku held herself, discusted yet intrigued by what had happened, even though she resided in gods house, a smile graced her lips and she smirked against all humility!

Turning back to the crucifix held on high, she raised her arms to the beams above, her mouth agape, she screamed whilst giggling manically....

[glow=red,2,300]"Forgive me father! For I have sinned!!!!"[/glow]

[taintedlove]

Caught up in all the drama and trying to save his own life he did not notice the woman coming before 'im....bullet wound in 'is side made running rather hard and trying to carry everything you want to remember and a gun and knife it is hard to look straight while you are running.

Trying to find 'is sister, they had gotten separated while the building had tried to collapse on them...they had been here for there father who had passed away the night before the wreckage occured.

Panting slightly from running all ofver the place 'e collided into the girl...making 'im spin sideways crashing into the wall, dropping all of his things. While hitting that wall a peice of plywood had struck his bullet wound and impailed in even more...making Adrian scwerm and hold his chest.

His gun had landed between 'is legs and gone off...Adrian had not had the safty on for ovious reasons...though when the shot occured it had hit the wall inches from 'is own head...'is knife was tightly fitted in 'is holster and had not damaged anything...though moans from within himself were begining to come out.

[Rikku]

Turning fast she gripped the eagle again aiming towards the intruder, her hands gripped the handle, forefinger of her left hand stroking the barrel, glaring at the idiot lying on the ground. The gun had gone off barely inches from his head…. But that was not the only thing wrong with him…. Like she, when this abomination had occurred, had a wound in his higher torso, she walked to him, in no hurry, holstered her eagle, and stood high above his figure lying, clasping at his side on the ashed floor tiles….

“I wouldn’t touch it if I were you!”

She turned to Roza, asking her to retrieve the bandages that they had sufficed from the abandoned hospital pharmacy. Taking the small amounting things from her sister’s hands. She bent low to the strangers level:

“Move your hand, *looking at him* I’m not guna lie, this will hurt!”

Rikku waited for him to move his hand… then applied the iodine pad fast, hold his gun out of the way should he decide to take a shot at her or Roza in the confusion. Her fingers moved towards his wound, allowing her mind to guide her in the dim light. In a split second the bullet lay in her palm… not even she was sure how it had happened. But it was better to make him think that she was okay which what was happening! As she covered the, now sterile, wound – she enquired about his appearance and all the necessary things viable for this kind of life, they were now living…

“So… Do we get to know your name? Or would you rather remain anonymous?”

[lucy]

im not sick but i'm not welL

Venetian red crown peered from where she crouched hidden from thier veiw, behind a half fallen wall. She hadn't intended on hiding, she had been disterbed from slumber. In her dreams she heard their voices but still only thought she was dreaming them it wasn't untill the erruption of a slight scuffle seemed to have broken out that she realised and awoke. But now remained where she was and watched wondering what to do next, if they would find her or if she should stand, but then would't that look bad, her spying?

Finally making a desision she stood, and stepped forward. Her thoughts rushing passed her lips uncontrolably at the sight of humans even if she didn't know them. It had been so long.

Whatwhoareyoudoing?

She stopped frowning at the spillage of speach, mouth hung partially open as if to speak again but then thinking better of it. Still frowning at her self, pale eyes moved back upon the trio.

[Roza]

Whizzing round to the sound of a collision, Roza immediatly grabbed her gun and pointed it straight at the bastard who slammed into her sister. Seeing that Rikku accepted the presence of the man, Roza relaxed a little but still clung to her pistol, glaring in his direction. Still on edge, she reached for the bandages that Rikku asked for, but kept the gun aimed at the man. She paced back and forth waiting for Rikku to hurry with the bandages, the situation was putting her on edge. Nothing felt right, as if she knew something was there, something malevolent.

A sudden sound caught her attention from the crumbled wall of the inner chamber of the church. Right hand gripping the already unholstered pistol aimed at the prick lying on the floor, Roza rapidly took the other pistol from her leg strap, without realisation, aiming it towards the sound she had heard. Finger on the trigger, a little squeeze, the pistol exploded in sound, bullet blasting from the metal in her hand, richochetting off the steel crucifix lying on the alter and rebounding into the dark mahogany pew next to the girl.

[glow=red,2,300]SHIT!!! Who the FUCK are you!?![/glow]

Not a ripple of hesitation washed over her body, holding the guns at arms length from her. Eyes darting to and from both idiots.

[lucy]

She glared for a moment at the trigger-happy bitch that had just attempted to kill her!

SHIT!

Stepping forward slightly to move towards them then hesitating she stopped and delecatly closed her fingers around her own gun, but with out removing it just caressing it as if to sooth. She raised her chin running her eyes studying her as she spoke.

Lia. Bitch what you do that for!? Want more dead bodies to trip over?

[tainted]

[Aidan]

Pain shot through 'is chest very quickly..though subsided a little....gasping for breath 'e looked up...and spoke as if being demanded to...

"Aidan...Aidan Calisto...."

[Forgive me I have to go and dont have any muss...]

[Rikku]

Grabbing her eagle and leveling it to the height of the one called 'Lia's' head, she cursed under her breath. Never taking her eyes off the motion sof both her sister and the stranger. She pressed hard on the wound of the guy behind her, hearing his gasp in pain, she ignored him! It was good for him not to bleeding his guts all over the floor!

Turning back to the man, "hold this!" she indicated to the wade of sterile cottonwool over his side, "yeh, like that! and don't move!" Getting to her feet, she walked towards the pair. Roza stood about three metres away from Lia, holding her gun at arms length, she looked terrified. Rikku, walked calmly up to her sister, catching her eye as she did, blinking she gave a slight nod - then moved her body to halt in front of her sister and the bitch afore her!

"You can step away now, Roza"

She heard a deep sigh from behind her, but did not stray her eyes from staring at the one in front of her eagle. Gun and body still trained on the woman, she made a quick surveylance of the surrounding area. Nothing much, a few candles, a broken mahogony pew, the bodies they had found littering the floor on the way in... Nothing to indicate the bitch would do anything stupid! But still unease crowded her judgement, reaching up with her right thumb, she cocked the eagles trigger into place. The safety now illiminated, Rikku, started towards the young girl, Holding her other hand up, grimacing as she stepped on the mangled arm of the priest lying in a pool of his own blood on the floor.

"You can put the gun down! I'm putting mine away now!"

She lowered her weapon slowly, slipping the satefy back on - glaring at the woman all the time of the actions being played. She heared her kin behind her, muttering incoherantly to Aiden, Was that what he has called himself!? She had forgotten already.... she barely even knew her name, let alone anyone in the immediate versinity.

Holstering her gun, aware of the risk that she had just taken, she stepped back slightly, all the time wastching every action the girl took. As if maybe working out a plan of action? An immediate recovery immission. Lifting her hands towards her chest, she folded them - looking at Lia and only Lia.... It would take all her strength to do this, but mind made up. She could feel Roza's eyes galring at her back, but it wouldn't matter in a few seconds....

Taking her action with her, she stepped towrads the other, arms still folded at her chest, making slight wrinkles in the silken red dress she wore. The silence was unbearable, but worthy - now inches away from the her, Rikku stood scared not of the gun the girl held, scared not of the smell of death that surrounded her... scared not for her own life, be it the only kin that she had left... she sighed, turning her attention, back to the stranger....

"Are you going to put your gun away and join us!?"

[Donovan]

We want peace without
Patriot missiles,
Blown to bits are civilian targets,
Parade! Laugh! Rejoice! Sing!
We are the victors of...nothing,
Spend more money on a war,
Your people starving, turned to whores,
Slaves of the chosen one paying millions for each bomb...

Expertly sneaking into a window that led into the basement the dark figure blocked up the new entrance with a chair the was carelessly pushed aside... As he turned his back to the dark room , he froze, chair halfway forced through the small window... An olive tainted hand dropped to his holstered manurhin... Quietly grasping hold of it he suddenly spun, bhis motions falwless and he fired two shots into the direction of the noise... Disatisfied, when he knew he had not shot what ever it was in the heart he fired again, but the shuffle of footsteps, and the panting of... something did not stop... Infact it was nearing him slowely but definetly making process across the hall of the basement. Lip curled into a slight sneer as he fired higher into the head. Oh we humans love guns, and the deaths they cause... SIlently with some guilt of his manic pleasure he with making the point of looking around the dark room lindly, lowered the gun and scaled the walls.

Country without a race ,
Formed from people you disgrace ,
White right conservative might ,
Killers of Kennedy's with no fright ,
The American way!

He had been sure that he had heard voices, and loud ones... Some one had shouted, and others had too... Slight relief to find others caught him and forgetting his slight dislike in other humans he slunk in through the basement... He regretted it now, having to shoot something and now blindly searching for an opening that may reveal a staircase. Swearing just as the wall behind him fell away, landing on the rough wooden stairs with more colourful language. Turning to the upwards direction he stood uneasily and groped for the railing to guide him before he climbed up the stairs and into the light...

Freedom cried the marching man,
Flags ripped out of their black hands ,
Beaten! Slain! Tortured! Killed!
Their only mistake was being born here ,
Invade countries just for oil ,
Send your troops all down to boil ,
Iraq! Grenada! Nam and Chile!
Truman doctrine our own way...

Eyes widening as he saw the girl in the red dress before the gun pointed at her, and the guns captor nervousl standing with stress of what he guessed a suprise... dark orbs drifted to the other male and then to the wound... Did the girl with the upraised gun shoot him? Without backing away, he regarded her with a wary eye, before he decided to enter.... A growling tone errupted his average sized mass in questioning of what was happening...

"Whats going on?"

Country without a race ,
Formed from people you disgrace ,
White right conservative might ,
Killers of Kennedy's with no fright ,
The American way!

[Rikku]

Her porcelain hand almost over the gun that the girl held to Rikku's smarting wounds, upon her chest, a sound was heard behind her as she turned too fast, gasping as her wounds stretched, right hand flew down to her eagle, drawing it and clicked it to the cocked position, turning her back from the girl, she was no longer her concern, the dark guy behind the gun dodged this way and that, avoiding her eyes. She glanced at Roza and the one whom she had forgotten their name! She seemed okay, but perhaps she was fine, through all of this Rikku found herself worrying more about her sister rather than the situation at hand! It was, to tell the truth, totally terrifiying!

No fear flew her eyes or landed on her shoulder, she glared at the boy infront of her, now aware that the girl called 'Lia' was aiming her gun at the figure in the distant shandows. Ash fell from the awns, high above in the ceiling of the church... all was deadly silent save the constant humming coming from the generator behind the alter. She paused, watching him, he had come from the basement.... or so it seemed - but would he briing something after him.... Again she started her way towrads the gaussian pillars, holding this hunk of junk up...

"You're name stranger?"

Her eyes watching the floor, as she eased herself towards the wall. Noticing the rich colouring of blood on the torso of her scarlet dress.... it wasnt the man lying on the floors, it was her own... her wounds bled out, seeping through the bandages that Roza had applied, what seemed like days ago, hell even weeks.... Moving back she sat herself on the mahogany pew behind her, leaning back to try and stem the flow. Aware of all around her watching her movements. Gun still trained on his body, she reached for the gaze lying in the pack that Roza had set on the floor, along with the rest of the belongings. Stumbling for the right words...

"Yo...you... can relax!.. I'm putting my gun down! Okay?"

Crying out, she reached her hand up, holding her head, as she pressed the gauze against her chest.... the eagle fell from her hand, hitting the floor with a clatter and clicking back into safety...

[Donovan]

·We'll Fight for the heathens·

On gaurd slightly, but potraying the image of a calm individual, he shook his head at the girl with the gun poised. Brow poised in a audacious manner his visage potrayed the same thoughts as the girl orderin gher to lower it. Hair falling in his dark pools, he didnt bother to remove it as he slunk to a distance confortably angled to where he wouldn't get his head blown off. hand falling to his side and brushing against the manhurin holstered firmly, fingers tracing the bits and od ends of the weapon. Though he appeared to be calm and and self assured he would have liked nothing better then to leave right then... The group was larger then he expected, consisting of a stressed girl with a gun, one whom had adressed him, a man bleeding on the floor, and a girl glaring a little at the one that she looked suprisingly like. His darker gloomy outlook that voiced from within now ranted about him in these situations.. Never led up to anything good. Rather then to speak attuned to his true voice his tones were laced casually as if talking about the weather... Though the meaning of the lyrics were anything but casual or kind...

"What? You like to get to know your victims names before you blow their head off with your butchy assault rifle?"

He fought the urge to laugh when she dropped the eagle, but a low and unaudible chuckle would have to suffice on the account of her bloody arm. Eyes trained on the wound he spoke kinder now, motioning to the first aid onbjects they had managed to bring along... He spoke grudginly then his tones low and quiet...

"You should clean that up."

He undauntingly turned his back to the crowd and strode down the rows of pews some crushed others thrown aside... Coming down beside the mangled priest he shook his head and judging by the stench that evaded his nostrils, it would be wise to make a distance from him... Aproaching the floor below the windows he looked up at the beautiful stained windows, frowingly slightly as he noticed the smash through it... Turning back to the group eyeing each of ther wounds he cracked a small joke at their sadly comical to his pools image.

"Glad to see you've all been getting along. Are there more of you here?"

·We must call upon our bright darkness, beliefs, they're the bullets of the wicked·

[lucy]

She hesitated, eyes on the one who had asked her to lower her own weapon. Elbows began to relax gently eyes still burned into her. Then another much lower voice awoke her. She straightened up again, body and arms stiffening. Her gun shot back up, though one hand drawn towards her waist, burrying itself into where her machetti had been lovingly placed.

She turned slightly, keeping quiet. No longer feeling much need to watch out for the girl. Though the male? She was suspicious of his confidence. All the same, she allowed her guard to lower inspite of her mis-trust. Gun finding its way back into its holster. Hand lay clenched on her knife out of habit.

[taintedlove]

Picking himself up to his shoulders, Aidan watched the rest of the comotion...pistol settled inside his pocket of his jeans..he would use it if needed. Blue optics traveled along and settled apon Rikku. Shattered heart settle and he dismissed the thought of his sister. His own life was at stake now. With one hand pressed apon his side with the sterilizing pad and the other reached in to grab the gun, though it remained in his pocket, safty was unlatched. Aidan listened to the vocals that were being released amungst all the havoc that was going on outside the building, some harsh tones and some not so harsh, though he knew all had a tint of fear in them.

He had been watching and listening as the girl cross from Rikku and Roza...first all had guns up and now none. The battle of wills and fear raged on in this place. Life was not to be easy in the next couple days or even months.

Pressing his back against the wall he manuvered himself up the wall and into a standing position. Pain shot up his side and into the wound that was deep enough to set two fingers apon. Groan escaped his mouth, walking forward he stopped before Rikku...he noticed the male voice he had heard while lying down had been the one standing by Roza...sight of bewilderment on his face as Rikku has flashed a gun in his face.

Eyes half closed and a little light headed, Aidan spoke.

"What they hell is happening to this place?"

[Rikku]

Glaring she ceased her fathomless speed for exsistence over the rest of them. Glowering at the one who had appeared out of no-where, she grabbed at her eagle again, evil spreading from her chest down onto the pallin floor, tiny splatters that amounted to nothing in the midst of all the action surrounding them... opening her mouth to reply to the one who had appeared from what seemed the 'gates of hell'... she pressed the gauze tightly over her wounds, steming the flow of the gaunt system allowing her lungs the presious air yet again!

"There are always more! But the trick, you have to find them, before you cull them!... And that goes for you too!"

she turned to glare at the guy she had helped before, eyes glared, but mind and body was focused on the other two "precious seem the days when there were many more!" her illusivness, lowering her weapon, she stood, walking swiftly over to the centre stage.... her head held high as she pulled huge chunks of wood from the miadering pews around her... Rolling the barrel of her eagle, she removed a small round, petitly pointed bullet from the chamber. Leaning over, Rikku took her knife from the ankle holder, wrapped around her boney limb. Holding the neat bullet between her finger and thumb, she sliced the cap off the end of the bullet, retaining the power within.

Shards of broken pews and wooden seats crammed her pile, pouring the power over the top of the dark wood. She paused in doing so, glancing round at them all in turn.... her delicate porcelian hand slipped into the leather jacket that she wore, producing a lighter from her clothing, she lit a fire afore her! Getting to her feet, she retreated to where Roza was standing, hopeful of a word with kin and blood!

[lucy]

Seeming to notice the whole group for the first time, she glanced briefly studying each figure, each face, drawing everyline in her mind quickly so she could remember them but she didn't think it was possible to forget them. Breathing out deeply and long chest dropping, as if she had been holding her breath.

She lifted her knee up and over some debris that lay cluttering the floor, walking over it toward the otherside of the room. She did not talk, only listened to the others. She wasn't being ignorant just quiet.