That will still take us like 7 phases which means two other people can die....

The group looked on at horror as the blood of Klaus dribbled all over the floor. What an ugly sight. As Ninefingers turned away in disgust, Malarkey hobbled to the Northern door, glancing up in terror at the ceiling. What could they do against such a thing? It was horrible.

There was a sound as he flipped his head over. His face turned even paler. Klaus was hunched over. Glaring up at the ceiling he shut his eyes and stood upright. The blood was all over the floor but Klaus' body was completely intact. He smiled wearily as he cracked his neck.

Then he turned to the side to avoid making eye contact. He proceeded to vommit on the floor quite graphically. There was a lot of blood mixed in. Cleaning himself up he groaned and turned to face the horrified onlookers once more.

What the fuck is going on?

Helios Garabandia @ 20/5/2012 0:02

What the fuck is going on?

The figure of Klaus glared on at the group who were still stood shaking. This was the infant all over again. Ninefingers backed against a wall. He glanced over at Jeff who was stood right by him. Malarkey was stood the other side. Helios was a little in front, jerking himself backwards from the walking zombie Klaus.

Klaus grinned. He flipped his head around. Alex, Mercator and Randolph were stood silently. Korr was stood next to them, growling and stamping his feet. Bryce was the other side of the room altogether. He was watching silently in abject fear. He didn't want to make a sound.

Klaus' hand shot into his pack as Helios stepped backwards nervously.

"Stay back Klaus...it doesn't have to come to this..." He said weakly.

Klaus smiled as his hands cradled the revolver tenderly. It was a nice revolver. Fit for a leader. Ublazrob had been given it way back when. That all seemed oh so long ago. The ante-room...it was such a blur to him now. It all started so hopeful that day...it wasn't hopeful being cast into a dungeon but there was the hope of getting out and they'd picked teams. They'd worked together. And then it had all...like a flash...collapsed. He glanced up at the ceiling where the turret had come from with a pained expression before glancing at his own body.

Good as new. He smiled as he cradled ublazrob's leadership revolver. They'd sworn to only ever fire it in the case of emergencies. Klaus picked up the revolver, turned and pulled the trigger.

*BANG*
























































































Blood splattered on the floor in the already gory room. The onlookers looked physically sick as Helios put his hand over the bullet hole. He withdrew his hand which was covered in blood.

Glaring at Klaus through his haze he pointed with his bloody and only hand shaking.

"Obv....obvscu...obvscum...." He said wearily before dropping to the floor on his knees and falling over dead.

Klaus smiled as he tossed the shell of the gun aside. It clattered across the floor. It was functionally useless now.

*Ninefingers growled as he stared at the thing that, reminding him of the rezzed Baby Pete*

You take Helios? You take the life giver? Fucking demon.

*Ninefingers spat in Klaus's face*

Ninefingers @ 20/5/2012 0:29

*Ninefingers growled as he stared at the thing that, reminding him of the rezzed Baby Pete* You take Helios? You take the life giver? Fucking demon. *Ninefingers spat in Klaus's face*

Ninefingers growled as he shook himself from fear. The emotion of rage was far stronger. He spat at the figure as he swept his hand into his pack. Pulling out the revolver of their...fair...

He spat at the idea....

Their once "wonderful" king, he lined it up to Klaus' body and pulled the trigger. More blood poured onto the floor as Klaus stared up at the ceiling silently. He fell to the ground in the puddle before muttering something once more. Then he shouted with a hoarse and pained voice.

"Abeo!"

Ninefingers growled at the demonic tongues. He did not like to be mocked. He attempted to fire another round but the revolver was dead. Flinging it angrily at the face of Klaus, the fallen figure smiled once more.

"Cave Canem.... et pedicas!" It shouted before collapsing in a bloody heap.

The revolver came to rest on the floor. Spent and useless, it lay right next to the other. The gun barrels crossed slightly where they lay. Two guns which were given for "protection" at the start of their journey.

There was no protection any more. There were no kings or leaders. There was just chaos and death. Ninefingers punched the floor, screaming out into the night as the others flopped down sadly.

*Staring at the blood soaked floor wide eyed as if with sudden revelation*

We're all going to die down here.

And no one is even around to know what happened.

*Ninefingers smirked, almost laughing to himself at the dire situation*

Good one puppet master - good one.

Malarkey thank fuck. Are these damned ramblings from your television as well?

What the fuck is going on down here

I think they're dead. In the Turret Room. Patterson infiltrated, I believe.