Chains of Retribution The Den: Fire and Ashes

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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.
 
as written by Script

Sasha landed from her pounce, snarling and swirling around almost immediately to face Aimee again. When the teenager lunged, she was quick to react, catching Aimee's wrist with her claws to prevent her bringing the knife up, and using the superior strength of her partially shifted arms to tighten her grip with enough force to break bone, and twist, aiming to force Aimee to drop the knife.

She kept one eye on the girl's gun, ready to bat her hand aside should she try and lift it to point at her. Her slightly distorted face was twisted in a grin.

Michael rolled his eyes, "Don't play with your food, Sasha," he muttered despairingly.
 
as written by Knosis

Coughing and sputtering, Chloe was on Brendan's heels. She turned as soon as Brendan spoke, to see the subject in which he was talking about. The red-haired woman pulled out her hand gun and aimed it towards Nazia, the safety making a soft click as she shifted it to be used. She looked as though she had just about enough shit for one night.

The silver wolf rounded the corner, eyes glowing in the firelight. Taking on three werewolves alone was more than stupid-- It was suicidal.

So she did the one thing she could think of doing in this situation. She darted around the corner of the burning building, using it as cover, raised her large head and let out a very loud, very low howl. She bolted around, aiming to find help with Michael.
 
as written by Lialore

The howl set his hairs on end, it was a call for backup.

Brendan didn't lower his gun, he just stepped further out into the lot, trying to set his eyes on the silver Scion.

"They ain't gettin' away with this, not gettin' out of this in one piece" he growled. "Get ready."
 
as written by Tiko

Demond backed up slowly, keeping an eye on either side of the building while trying to bodily nudge Brendan and Chloe towards Brendan's car. They had no way to know how many Scions there were at hand, and clearing out seemed like the soundest plan at this point.
 
as written by Faithy

Well, the plan didn’t get her killed, but it didn’t work either. Gritting her teeth and clenching her jaw the moment Sasha grabbed a hold of her knife welding hand, the teenager knew without a doubt that her bones were cracking. She wasn’t buff and strong like her other packmates and her body just wasn’t built to take that kind of abuse, even if she was a werewolf. At that moment, she had a choice, try and switch hands or just drop the knife for the time being and shoot at her. As she ran through the scenarios, Aimee brought her knee up in an attempt to slam it into the gut or groin of the Scion, she wasn’t particular. At the same time, she brought her head forward in a headbutt, aiming above the woman’s mouth of sharp teeth.

“Rrr… let go, mutt!” She snarled her words out, her other hand coming across to grab the hand gripping her arm.
 
as written by Script

Sasha seemed to entirely ignore the knee to her groin, though her eyes flared with anger, she didn't release her grip. She brought her free arm up to intercept the headbutt, digging her claws into the teenager's face to hold her head still.

Grinning, she continued to apply pressure to Aimee's wrist until she left the bone so fractured the hand would be useless until it healed. Aimee's grip on her forearm kept her from doing any greater damage, but the pain would still be excruciating. In the same instant, she tightened her grip on the girl's face before wrenching her hand sideways, aiming to tear a vicious line of claw marks across Aimee's entire face and throw her to the ground in the process.

In the meantime, Michael looked up on hearing Nazia's howl, finally swinging himself off his bike with a sigh, as though it were all far too much effort for him to be bothered with.

He drew an automatic pistol from a holster at his side and began to stride towards the source of the howl, using his free hand to adjust his hair. He was confident Sasha could finish up the kid and join them momentarily.
 
as written by Script

From a rooftop on the far side of the street, Seri watched the Den burn. The werecat's face was grim. It had barely been a week since he first set foot amongst the Bloodstones, and now what had promised to be an ... if not welcoming home, one that was better than the gutters of the Phantom Quarter, had gone up in flames.

Below, the girl he had played darts with was being attacked by a rival werewolf. Some part of him suggested that helping might earn him a measure of gratitude within the pack if it survived the night.

The rest of him looked at that part of him as though it were crazy, slapped it across the face, and reminded it that he was rather fond of being alive, and getting between a werewolf and its prey was a grand way to not be that any more.

No, Seri was no hero. The teenager sunk backwards into the shadows to ensure that none of those below laid eyes on him, and hid.
 
as written by Knosis

Chloe grabbed after Brendan. "No. We don't know how many of them are around that corner." She said sternly. "We need to get going, and we need to go now." She paused to see if Brendan stopped his pursuit. "It is better to be alive to fight another day than to suicide when we're in the unknown."

In the meantime, Nazia rounded the corner and nearly flew into Michael. She snorted and growled at him, as if trying to tell him as best she could muster for human speech in her shape.
 
as written by Lialore

Brendan hesitated, only heeding Desmond’s bumping and Chloe’s words a few seconds after quiet had fell between them. He sharply exhaled some of his anger and nodded. They were right, they could be horribly outnumbered and outgunned for all he knew.

He fished his car keys out of his pocket and took to it fast with some metallic jangling. He opened the door and leaned across to pop the latch for Chloe since it was broken. Swinging in, he set the shotgun on his lap.

“We’re rammin’ them through if they’re on the way though.”
 
as written by Faithy

As she attempted to gain some headway with the Scion, Amiee realized that back when fighting classes were offered, she really should have taken them up on it instead of drinking and partying. The ability to keep herself in check and to show very little pain to the female was lost the minute Sasha’s claws dug into her face in the midst of the head-butt. To make matters worse, her wrist was completely fractured. The knife dropped down to the ground, her hand unable to hold it any longer about the time an ear-piercing scream slipped from her lips, the sound intensifying when the lycan clawed across her face while throwing her down to the ground.

As she hit the cement, she rolled away from the bitch and grabbed for her gun with her good hand. Unsure whether or not anyone from her pack was actually around, she knew they would have heard her screams, but also knew she couldn’t rely on them. As blood made its way down her face and onto her shirt from the gashes, Aimee flipped the safety off her weapon and took aim at Sasha, not hesitating as she unloaded the clip at the werewolf, hoping that at least some of the bullets hit her.
 
as written by Script

Sasha was fast, but even the best reflexes couldn't save you from gunfire in the middle of a street with no cover. She dived to the side, but many of the shots found their mark, striking her in the torso and legs. She crashed to the ground at the end of her dive, blood pouring from the wounds. But she wasn't about to let a few bullet-holes stop her, not when the wolfmind was in control.

She rolled to her feet, growling ferally as she shut out the pain of her injuries. Her healing wasn't so fast as to be able to shrug them off fully, but equally, as they were the shots weren't fatal. Hoping to close the ground again before Aimee could reload, Sasha lunged forwards to try and drive her claws into the girl's shoulders and pin her to the ground.
 
as written by Tiko

With the dead of night to conceal its approach, Sasha would likely have only a moment to notice the rush of movement out of the corner of her eye as a large black wolf descended upon her at break-neck speeds with an outraged snarl and snapping teeth.

This wasn't the bulky wolf that had slipped out the back of the bar though. This one was far leaner, and gangly, with its legs seeming a bit too long for its body, and its fur was patchy. Four ragged scars ran down the length of its shoulder and side where no fur at all grew.

No doubt Aimee would recognize the familiar form of Jacques.
 
as written by Tiko

"Bite off more than you could chew, cheri?" Michael queried with a raised eyebrow, "No worry, the cavalry's here."

He readied his shotgun, and rounded the corner. It didn't take long for him to pick out Brendan's car and the trio attempting to make their getaway, and he immediately opened fire. The first shot plinked off of the car's front, but he kept shooting, advancing to take cover behind another closer car in case of returned fire.
 
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