Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Lutetia City: The Den

as written by Knosis

When he called for her to stay, she turned slightly to look at him in the darkness. Brendan and her had never gotten off on the right foot, and it always seemed that she was the cause of most of his troubles lately. She sighed and sat down on the stair she stood on. "Best stay out of sight then."

"Desmond's all I got left in this world." She said quietly. "My only friend. He stuck his neck out for me when no one else would and took a chance on me." She looked down at the floor and re-positioned the shotgun on her shoulder. "I don't want to change him, really. I just want to pay back what I owe him some day." She looked over at the drug-induced werewolf. "Even if it means keeping his ass alive when he's flat-faced stoned." She chuckled slightly. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm not trying to cause anymore trouble for him than I already have." She sighed and leaned against the wall.

She started to ponder what she would do next. She clearly wasn't welcome into the Bloodstone pack. Going back to the Society had its risks as well. Essentially, to play it as safe as possible, she'd have to keep her head down and live on the streets for a while. Which, in her current state, wasn't the best move either. She had only just begun to understand the wolf in her, and still did not trust it enough to go without restraint during the nights. What was she going to do?

"Get some rest. You look tired, and I can't sleep anyway. I'll wake you if something changes." Chloe said.
 
as written by Tiko

One hour later...

It was a good hour later before Desmond finally started to come to his senses, and he wiped a hand down his face as he tried to reorient himself. His heightened metabolism was making short work of the drugs in his blood, but the remnants of fog lingered yet.

It took him half sitting up to realize he was in the cellar and not back in his own bed at home, but the room spun heavily enough that he lay back and covered his eyes with one hand.

The drug induced bliss had given way to a general state of feeling like crap as his body worked to break down the toxins still in it.

He uncovered his eyes and tried to get a look around him again, but no one else seems to be around. His first thoughts didn't go to alarm though, and he determined that it wouldn't hurt to lay there a time longer before trying to make his way upstairs to find someone. It would hardly be the first time he came around someplace he didn't recall being.

He did recall being in the bar with Julienne. No doubt someone had simply dumped him down here to sober up.
 
as written by Knosis

Chloe was sitting backwards on a chair behind the bar, deep in thought. So far, it had been nice and quiet, but what about further out? How many of the pack wouldn't be coming back? How many innocent lives will be taken before the sun rises on the bloodshed? Worry creased her brow and she gnawed on her thumb quietly.

Her thoughts were disturbed by the sound of a roar of several engines coming to a stop in front of the bar. "Brendan.. Oi.." She said quietly. "I think.. We have company.." She ducked down further behind the counter and listened.

Outside, Nazia dug through the bag on the side of her bike with a grin on her face. "'ey, guys.. You think there's any of them mutts still in there?" She asked, handing one a bottle with a soaked rag on top. "Think we'll be able to smoke 'em out with this?"
 
as written by Script

Sasha tossed her hair with a cruel laugh, "I like the way you think. Cowards burn real nice," she replied, smirking. "A little trial by fire can only improve this shithole."

"Alas, I doubt even fire will help with the smell," Michael said with a mocking sigh, "What a waste of good alcohol."
 
as written by Lialore

Brendan hadn’t exactly been asleep but he was seated nearby, slumped in a comfier chair that he’d dragged behind the bar with his eyes closed. He was drifting, but still thinking. Thinking about what must be happening down at the casino, how long it could possibly take, whether they’d found Jesse; thinking about what Chloe had said and wondering when Desmond would wake – mainly. He was tired, but each minute that passed by quietly had him wanting to leave. No word yet. What if they needed him?


At Chloe’s first word, Brendan’s eyes snapped open. He sat up, then slid off the chair into a crouch. He heard it too; people, outside. He couldn’t make out exact words, but a forbidding laugh drifted clearly enough to him. It sounded like no good.

“Can you hear what they’re saying? Wake Desmond. Hit him if you have to. Be quiet.”

If anyone was going to be caught first and alone, he’d prefer it to be him.
 
as written by Knosis

She shook her head. "I can't, but I doubt it is any good.." She whispered.

She handed him over the shotgun and quietly crept down the stairs, trying as hard as she could not to make them creek at all. Every sound was painfully nerve wracking, and by the time she made it down the stairs she felt she had waken the entire neighborhood, despite only making very little noise. Walking over to Desmond, she gave him a shake, though she saw that he was at least somewhat conscious. "Desmond..!" She whispered urgently. "We have problems. Time for fun is over, get up now..!"

Outside, Nazia had lit the first one molotov cocktail and walked over, smashing the dingy window in the front of The Den, and tossed the flaming concoction inside. It smashed on the floor, spreading the flames out in a fiery explosion that began to lick the floor and tables of the inside of the place. "OIIIIII!!!" She shouted. "YOU MUTTS BETTER COME OUT!" She laughed, going back to find another bottle.
 
as written by Tiko

"What's goin' on?" Desmond muttered as he sat up with some assistance.

He pressed a hand to his forehead briefly as the room spun alarmingly. Was that the sound of glass breaking upstairs?
 
as written by Lialore

“Shit” Brendan hissed, swinging around behind the bar hectically, shotgun smashing glasses as he did. A wave of heat hit him as the flames began to catch proper. He was certain this wasn’t the first fire they’d had here; but this was extremely purposeful and threatening, not some drunken mistake.

Red. There. He yanked at the cylinder and fumbled with it, momentary panic making him clumsy. Brendan then jumped the bar and set the spray to the fire, wielding the extinguisher with a grim expression.

The yelling he heard only darkened him more. They sounded like imbeciles. Setting fire to his second home.

He finally released his hold on the extinguisher and set it on the floor, unnervingly calm as the last few flames licked at the table legs and curtains.

Brendan growled, a rumbling like oncoming thunder.
 
as written by Faithy

It wasn’t that she was acting like a rebellious teenager, because she was in truth, a young adult despite only being nineteen. Aimée just didn’t want to remain inside when there was so much to do during the late night or rather, early morning. She had a hankering for some booze and the Den was the only place she could get it for free. So, after deleting the text message that was no doubt sent to everyone in the pack, the black haired female jogged down the street, heading towards her little slice of paradise. The smell of smoke and fire assaulted her fine senses the closer she neared the bar and she narrowed her Prussian blue eyes towards the three standing outside of the Den. Snarling, she glanced at the burning establishment, hoping no one was unconscious inside.

“Hey! Piss off, you three!” She quickly neared their location, her brain quickly going through quite a few different scenarios as she debated what to do next. Her fingers dropped down against her sides where dual guns rested upon her hips. They were covered up at that moment by her long jacket, which was possibly a good thing, though she had no qualms in grabbing them and putting a bullet in each of their heads.
 
as written by Knosis

"Long story short?" Chloe said, wrapping Desmond's arm about her shoulders. "Apparently the Scions are making a move, and I've got a good suspicion they're here to wreck the place." She said. "I know your head's still foggy, but we need to get out of here.." She smelled smoke and had an uneasy idea of what it came from.

A cruel smile spread across Nazia's dark features. The lighter in Nazia's hand clicked to emit another flame. The rag caught flame, and she tossed it into the window again. "I think there are some mutts in there." She said to her companions. "Our night just got more fun."

Nazia pulled out another bottle from her bag, her golden hues glancing up at the young woman who challenged them with such lack of interest that it was insulting. "Sasha.. I think some brat is out of bed waaay after her curfew.. Mind teaching her a lesson?" Her tone carried a slight bored annoyance.
 
as written by Script

"My pleasure," Sasha grinned, swinging herself off of her bike in a smooth motion. The tattooed blonde woman eyed Aimee up with a disdainful stare. "A firefight's no place for a kid, kid."

"Go easy on her, cheri!" Michael called from his bike, grinning. "She has the most beautiful eyes."

"Fuck off, Michael," Sasha snapped back. "You can have her eyes on a plate when I've torn them from her fucking skull if it means that much to you."

The young man feigned offence, tutting. "Somebody rolled out of the wrong side of her basket today, hm?"

Sasha seemed to be ignoring him now, growling and stretching out her fingers. As she did so, her forearms began to change, tan-brown hair rapidly sprouting from them as her hands expanded and razor-sharp claws burst from her fingertips. The rest of her body, unusually, remained human. Only then did she step forwards, flexing her claws. They glinted in the light of the fire as she advanced.
 
as written by Alara and Knosis

"Where's the rest of the pack?" Desmond asked as Chloe helped him to his feet.

He was a bit unsteady, but he didn't collapse on the floor this time at least.

"They were going to rescue Jesse. Said something about the Rollin' Bones Casino and left." Chloe said, as she tried to coax him to walk a bit.

"Is there anyone else here?" he asked.

"Brendan." She answered briefly.

He shook his head. "That's not enough. Give me a minute."

He rested a hand on the frame of the door at the base of the stairs, but made no move to climb them yet. He could smell the smoke as clearly as she could, but three of them wouldn't be enough to fight their way through the Scions if they had come calling. Not as they were.

"That is not what Baron told me to do. You two are going to get out of here." Her jaw clenched. "There's a back way, right? I think they are just in the front. I can distract them long enough for you two to get away.."

Desmond doubled over as if he was going to be sick, which frankly he rather felt like as he let the change come on. It wasn't as swift or fluid as Chloe had witnessed it in the past, but that likely had something to do with the remnants of the narcotics in his system that were dulling his senses.

As his eyes bled to amber he shed his shirt, followed by the rest of his clothes. By the time he hit the floor he was already covered in a thick coat of black fur, and a minute later a familiar black wolf was shaking itself off.

He nudged for Chloe to lead the way, given his lack of opposable thumbs to work door handles anymore.

The red haired woman pursed her lips. "If Baron has my head because you got hurt.. I'm coming back to haunt you."

She made it up the stairs as swiftly and quietly as she could, making her way back to the bar itself.

He followed quickly on her heels, but his immense size scarcely fit up the stairwell. The shift had done him good though. His thoughts felt clearer, sharper.
 
as written by Lialore

Another explosion. He cursed again, snatched up the fire extinguisher, and tried his best.

But it wasn’t going to be enough.

As the new eruption filled the room, merging with the flames that had remained, they caught like crazy. He emptied the extinguisher until it stuttered to empty. It fell to the ground with a metallic clatter and Brendan stepped back, watching in horror as the fire ate The Den. It crept towards the bar. Then it would be over.

It was going to be no use fighting the fire. They’d have to snub out those causing it.

He whirred into motion, snatching up the shotgun from where he’d left it on the counter, when the extinguisher had seemed the better weapon.

Pausing, he tried to listen as Chloe and Desmond emerged, but he couldn’t hear much beyond the crackling that was only growing more ferocious with each second. He cursed again. But at least his brother had scraped up some of his sense.

“Out the back” he shouted to Chloe and Desmond, all thoughts of discretion out of the window.

It was unlike him, but he was very close to enjoying the idea of blowing some people’s heads off.
 
as written by Faithy

The wind shifted slightly and Aimée realized just who was standing in front of her. Swearing beneath her breath at her stupidity at engaging three Scions. Her fingers twitched a little at her side and she knew that she more than likely just signed her death warrant. Remembering the warning from her father, the nineteen-year-old forced herself to remain calm and took in normal breaths, knowing that there was nowhere to hide and saying that she was just an innocent passing through wouldn’t fly. They could smell her no doubt and Bloodstone pack members and Scion pack members weren’t exactly friends. Hell, they weren’t even frenemies.

“Look, I don’t want any trouble. Just piss off and leave the bar alone. There’s good booze in there that I had planned on drinking.” Her voice was oddly calm despite the prickles moving up her spine towards her head as the hair on the back of her neck and stood at their ends.

Shifting her gaze from the burning Den towards the one who apparently was named Sasha, Aimée bit back the sarcastic comment that begged to slip between her lips. Instead she just sized up her opponent though her gaze flickered towards Michael at his compliment about her eyes. She was screwed and knew it, but if she could keep them at bay, maybe she could figure out an escape route. Snarling at Sasha’s comment, the lithe female narrowed her eyes all the while forcing herself to remain calm and collect.

“If you think I’m letting you touch my eyes, you’ve got another thing coming. I’m not just some kid…” Even to her, that comment sounded incredibly lame and childlike. Aimée really needed to work on her shit talking. Maybe if she lived, that would be what she did. She had never seen anyone shift only part of their body and found herself staring at the claws and furry forearm in slight amazement. Astonishment was soon replaced with trepidation and for the first time, she was glad for the jacket, though it would give very little protection. Lifting her boot up a little, she grabbed a hold of the handle of her knife, pulling it from its holder.

“Just leave.” She reiterated, hoping they would grow bored and just head somewhere else.
 
as written by Tiko

Brendan and Chloe's logic was sound, and with none of them yet aware of Aimee's presence out front, Desmond padded after them as they made for the back door. The lot out back was dark and unlit, but Desmond could make out Brendan's car easily enough.

He paused though to look back, the signs of the fire already becoming visible from the outside. There was a pang of regret at watching the building burn, but it was just a building. Not worth their lives.
 
as written by Script

"Don't want any trouble, sugarcakes?" Sasha mocked her, feigning sympathy, "Aww, how precious."

Her expression hardened. "Tough shit, 'cause we do. Wonder if your packmates will appreciate me leaving your head on the doorstep of your precious bar."

She bared her teeth in a snarl, and they had taken on the appearance of fangs. Lurching forwards, she threw herself towards Aimee in a pounce aimed to drive the girl to the ground where she could begin to tear at her freely with her claws. Her eyes were bright amber with the barely contained ferocity of the beast.

Michael sighed plaintively. "Such a waste," he murmured, though the smirk on his face betrayed his lack of true upset. As Sasha pounced, he glanced towards Nazia. "Any sign of the other mongrels?"
 
as written by Knosis

The smoke was starting to thicken, and it was getting rapidly harder and harder to breath. Chloe choked as soon as she hit the top of the stairs, sputtering and coughing. She placed a hand on Desmond and followed the large wolf towards the back door, then turned to Brendan. "You out first!" She shouted over the crackling flames. She wasn't going to allow the brothers to do something stupid on her watch.

Nazia grinned wickedly. "There ARE mutts in there!" She shouted in excitement. "Michael, stay here with Sasha and see if they come this way, I'm going to go around the back."

She crouched down as if she were going to be sick, but then her mass began to expand and soon the very large silver werewolf was standing before them. Taking off in a gallop, she rounded the corner of an alley to find the back of the Den.
 
as written by Lialore

Brendan exited before Chloe without complaint, waving a hand about his face to try and clear the smoky air. He breathed a lungful of cool night as he stepped out. But on noticing they were not alone, he raised the shotgun extremely quickly. He’d paused just outside of the doorway, then continued to walk a few more steps with calm strides, eyes locked on the silver Scion.

“Evenin’” he said.

The safety was switched off with an ominous click.

“Must be somethin’ wrong with these ones for ‘em to be throwin’ bottles about all mighty, like some strays or summat, clearly not worthy… Maybe we should put ‘em down.
 
as written by Tiko

Desmond lowered his head and growled lowly as he circled around in front of Brendan and Chloe. He hoped his sheer size alone would discourage the silver wolf from engaging the three of them, but if not he intended to be in a position to intercept it should it make a lunge for Brendan or Chloe.

There was no guarantee that their bullets would take it down in time before it reached them, but making it through him before they put it down... that was far less likely.
 
as written by Faithy

“Tch.” Aimée rubbed her nose with the back of her hand, her eyes rolling at the Scion.

There was nothing worse than smelly fakers and she was dealing with one at the moment. She supposed it could be worse… all three of them could have attacked her. Gripping her blade comfortably in her hand, the lithe female barely had time to process the last remark before a set of deadly claws and bitey fangs were nearing her location. Thankfully, she had been far enough away that as the werewolf lunged towards her, she was able to leap away to the side, putting herself closer to the street. Briefly, she wondered if she could make a run for it, but knew that would be a deadly choice.

When one of them moved around towards the back of the bar, presumably because there were more of her pack back there, Aimée attempted to think fast, something that hadn’t always been her strong suite. If she made it out of this, she was going to get some fighting lessons, because she was severely lacking in that department, which was why she hardly ever went out when there was a scuffle or really took part of the cellar stuff, though she often wanted to and lamented internally about how she would challenge someone the next time. As she circled around the half-formed female, she held out her knife in front of her and reached down towards her gun. Her gaze flickered towards the male and she wondered if she could get a bullet in his head before he realized what was going on. More importantly, could she do it before Sasha ripped her throat out?

As she kept moving, trying to keep from being attacked again, Aimée shifted on her feet and suddenly lunged towards Sasha’s legs, deciding to hopefully catch her off guard in order to take her down. Her plan was as she hit to sweep her knife welding hand up towards the chick’s gut and ram the blade into her body and then shoot the guy in the face with the gun. Deep down she was just hoping that the plan didn’t get her killed.
 
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