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PostSubject: Death Party   Tue Apr 24, 2018 8:48 am

At the party in the big mansion, the dances started. The owner of the house - a politician - laughed in the company of his friends, sipping wine. Nick walked past him. But he was not the target, at least not Nick. The target was an Assasin. The murderer in the hood was to poison a man, who was having fun beside him carelessly. Nick looked at the crowd.
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PostSubject: Re: Death Party   Tue Apr 24, 2018 12:42 pm

Dance to the music that only you can hear.
Dance to the sound, do you have cold feet?
Left right, back and forth.
A spin, a bow, a tip tap toe.
The life of the party takes its first steps.
While the man in black awaits for its death.

The sky was pitch black, but Hargreeves' mind was full of light. To an outside observer, this would mean the he had found God, perhaps, or someone in a state of ecstasy. In this case, the outside observer would be wrong. A thousand stars, spinning in the void. A hundred people, dancing to the notes. Cold. Cold. Cold, so very cold. His mind was racing all over the place, a radio signal going from one tower to another. Zip zap.

Scanning the area

Bzzt

8 armed guards

Bzzt

Security cameras in every corner

Bzzt

Temperature below 5°C

Bzzt

Need to relocate

As his train of thought stabilized, so did his breathing. The blood pumping in his veins had fought off the blistering cold (at least for now) and he could think straight again. Hargreeves looked around. He was in an unfamiliar place, lit by vintage gaslamps and surrounded by conifers. The large mansion in the middle was of blackened bricks, decorated with big tinted windows in white frames. The snow storm had begun to thicken. Layers upon layers of snowflakes were beginning to distort the view.

Hargreeves jumped down from his vantage point from one of the trees, landing softly, without a sound, a feather hitting the ground. His black coat was now smothered in snow. From afar, it looked kinda like an abstract painting. Random paint splatter from the stroke of a brush forming unrecognizable patterns. He moved slowly from the edge of the mansion's front yard, dragging his feet through the knee-deep snow, getting closer and closer to the front door.

The guards at the door looked at him, squinting from behind their rayban aviators. What was once a small dot in a white landscape had taken form into an odd looking figure. Slender, slightly flailing, blank eyes. "Excuse me, sir. Can you please show me your invitation?" One of the guards politely asked him. Hargreeves stayed silent, his motion the same. Inch by inch he was getting closer, leaving behind a hollow trail that's slowly being refilled by the falling snow. This silence was unnerving to them. The guards hands were now rested on their holsters, their survivor instincts kicking into gear. After a forced cough, the other guard proceeded to ask again. This time it wasn't just silence that came to answer him, but a wide sinister grin as well.

A static eruption followed by the malfunctioning of nearby electronics

Bzzt

Two fingers came sinking into the eyes of one of the guards.

Bzzt

Eye sockets plucked out of place

Bzzt

Dangling, a newton's craddle

Bzzt

A knife to the throat right after

Bzzt

One dead

As his friend slumped down to the ground, lifeless. The other guard unholstered his gun, his fingers shaking from sheer terror. For a man with his experience and career, death and blood should be normal, something that he should have gotten used to. But there was something about Hargreeves that unsettled him. The wide nightmarish smile, the empty eyes, the manic and swift movements of his attacks. It was not that of a normal human, and perhaps he was not.

A millisecond before the guard could pull the trigger, Hargreeves had managed to grab his head and smash it onto the wall. Smearing the black brick with a splash of crimson red that slid downwards to the pavement below. His right hand was a complete mess now. Bits of fractured skull and smushed brains got stuck to his white glove, the stain would be hard to clean up when it dries. But that was a problem that he could think about later, he had lost control there for a moment. The faint sound of music can be heard from outside of the front door. Since the security cameras were already deactivated by the small range EMP he used before killing the first guard, it was now safe for him to go inside.
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PostSubject: Re: Death Party   Tue Apr 24, 2018 1:12 pm

He spotted him. The elegantly dressed man entered the room. Nick leaned closer to the wall without taking his eyes off the newcomer. He noticed a trace on his white glove - blood.
It increased his motivation. With a suit clinging to him, he approached a group of women, pretending to be interested in the conversation.
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PostSubject: Re: Death Party   Tue Apr 24, 2018 1:52 pm

♪ Poor old Johnny Ray ♪
♪ Sounded sad upon the radio ♪

Come on Eileen by Dexys Midnight Runners played on the stereo. The crowd hurriedly moved into the center of the room, singles and couples both. Everybody grooved along to the tune, their attention was now solely on the dance floor.

♪ But he moved a million hearts in mono ♪
♪ Our mothers cried, sang along, who'd blame them ♪

Hargreeves put his bloodied hand into the pocket of his coat while the other grabbed a glass of wine as a waiter passed by. He scanned the area, his pupils moving hectically around. Four guards on the upper levels, several politicians, many actors and actresses, a bar at the far right, nobody of worth.

♪  You're grown (so grown up) ♪
♪  So grown (so grown up) now I must say more than ever ♪

Pretentious elitists, all of them. Pseudointellectuals. Hargrevees sneered with disgust. He needed to find a suitable place to put his 'fear' toxin in before the other Assassin got here. The fake one. Follower of a misguided creed, soft and weak. Only Sir Jack King understood the meaning of the creed's maxim, he and the rest of the Spring-Heeled Jacks. Total freedom is to be free from the likes of fear and tonight we will all see who among these people have attained it.

♪ Come on Eileen ♪
♪ Too ra loo ra too ra loo rye aye ♪
♪ And we can sing just like our fathers ♪

The chorus was about to begin, each and every one of the dancers were getting ready to go all out. Hargreeves used this moment to make his way to the bar, blending in with the other people around him. He took a sip of his wine and set it down upon the table. With one swift motion he injected the drink bowl in front of him with a hallucinogen, one drop of it dripped down from the space between his shirt and his wrist through a small hose like contraption. The dark liquid dissipated immediately as it mixed with the liquid beverage, hiding in plain sight as it waits patiently to strike the unlucky brain of those who consume it.

♪ Come on Eileen, oh I swear (what he means) ♪
♪ At this moment, you mean everything ♪
♪ You in that dress, my thoughts I confess ♪
♪ Verge on dirty ♪
♪ Ah, come on Eileen ♪

All he needed to do now was wait. Preferably, he would dance along. So he did. He shuffled his way into the dancing crowd in the center of the room. One, two, left foot. One, two, right foot. A twirl then a slide. Shake that hip, shake it while we wait for all the people here to descend into madness.
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PostSubject: Re: Death Party   Wed Apr 25, 2018 12:22 pm

"Nick?". He heard a voice in his head. From the first session in the Animus, he was visited by his ancestor. He had previously tried to stop him from killing an Assassin.
"Leave me alone, you cannot stop me" whispered Nick, while leaving the group of women.
"I don't want to stop you. You have to finish the job. But it will not be as you thought." His ancestor replied. Nick wondered why the ghost would want Assassin to die. Something was wrong. The man he was watching had just stepped onto the dance floor. But he was sitting at the bar a moment ago. Why didn't he kill the politican yet? With the corner of his eye, Nick he saw a woman approaching the bar...
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PostSubject: Re: Death Party   Fri Apr 27, 2018 6:45 pm

Yes, yes, yes. Hargreeves can feel the blood pumping throughout his body. He was not the best of dancers, but the act of it was a good warm up. The song was about three minutes long, just enough time for someone to drink from the tampered beverage on the bar. As expected, a woman was now heading there. Judging by her appearance, she was probably in her early 20s, with short black hair and hazel eyes. She reached out for one of the glass cups neatly aligned next to the bowl, then poured the drink into it before gulping the whole thing down.

Tik tok, the clock was ticking. Hargreeves can feel his heartbeat following the rhythm of it, every second perfectly synchronized. He closed his eyes and began to gracefully sway across the dance floor. Waiting for the moment when the toxin would take its effect. Not long after, the hectic crowd surrounding the party stood silent. Their attention focused on the woman at the bar. She was laying down on the floor, screaming unintelligibly, eyes wide with paranoia.

A few people came to her aid, trying their best to calm the woman down. It was a futile attempt. She was already too far out of her mind. In the midst of this spectacle, Hargreeves used the opportunity to go the upper levels where the HVAC system of the mansion was located. He wanted to spread the fear gas using the air vents that goes as far as the hall below to the maids chamber way out in the back. Three guards were stationed there. How unfortunate.

Hargreeves rushed at them with inhuman speed, jumping inches away from them to gain momentum as he kicked the nearest guard in the head. After the impact, he crouched down to the next guard's waist and knocked his legs down with a sweep of a leg. Midway to his fall he immediately added weight on the man's neck using his elbow, breaking it as it hit the ground with no way of rebounding. Next, he lunged at the last guard and hit him with all his might right in the solar plexus. Firing the nerves up, forcing the man's organs to not function properly. Trembling from the previous blow, the man was in no position to defend himself. Therefore, Hargreeves took out his switchblade from his coat pocket and stabbed the man in the neck. This was all done in exactly 6 seconds.

"Prometheus, you're up."

Hargreeves briskly said as he pressed the button on his comm device.

"Will do mate. Just give me second."

A voice replied to him and he can hear the faded sound of someone typing on a keyboard going through the mic from the other side. Not long after that, the power shuts down throughout the mansion. Everything was now pitch black. Since the heater was off, cold was starting to creep in as well. "Much obliged." Hargreeves thanked the man from the other side of the comm device. It made a 'beep' sound afterwards, meaning that the other person had gone offline.

"Let the trial begin." Hargreeves put on his Spring-Heeled Jack mask and turned on the night vision. He entered the room where the HVAC system was located and began to plant the fear gas. If things go according to plan, then this party would turn into a massacre.
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PostSubject: Re: Death Party   Sat Apr 28, 2018 2:57 pm

Nick looked terrified at the wriggling woman. How could anyone do this? He turned around to see Assassin disappearing in upper levels.

No. It's not an Assasin. Assasins have Creed. And this man doesn't care about it.

Nick followed him. After a moment, the lights went out and the man entered a room, avoiding the guards on the ground. Nick entered the room too, but he stopped at the door, staring at the mysterious man
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PostSubject: Re: Death Party   Sun Apr 29, 2018 4:09 pm

"I'm gonna tell you upfront, entering this room was the biggest mistake you could make today."

Hargreeves told the man, his eyes still focused on the contraption he was tinkering with in front of him. He only needed a few more seconds before he could finish planting the fear gas. Red cable to the blue cable, blue cable to the green, and the green back to the red. It wasn't really rocket science, but it would take an advanced understanding of electrical engineering for anyone to properly put it together. Any other guy would've taken a much longer time, or worse, blew the thing up in the process. Good thing he was not any other guy.
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PostSubject: Re: Death Party   Thu May 03, 2018 8:25 am

"I do not know what you're working on, but I think I have to stop you."
Nick said, slowly reaching for his gun, hidden under his jacket. What is this man doing? Is he planting a bomb? After what he saw, Nick guessed, it would be a gas bomb.
"After what you did to this woman, I see that you're not an Assassin. It would make you my ally."
Nick pulled the gun out .
"Turn around! I want to see who am I talking to!"
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PostSubject: Re: Death Party   Thu May 03, 2018 3:01 pm

For a brief moment, Hargreeves ignored the man who was aiming a gun at him. He realized that this man was filled with doubt, therefore he was hesitant to pull the trigger immediately. When the last cable had been plugged, an analog timer appeared on the screen of the contraption. Blinking lights came on in mesmerizing colors, indicating that it was active and ready to be used.

Shadows danced to the colorful lights coming from of the gas bomb. It gave glimmers of Hargreeves appearance to the onlooker, it was the terrifying image of Spring-Heeled Jack. He pressed a small red button on the bomb and it began to beep in tune with the timer as it counted down from three minutes. In that short amount of time, nobody was going to be able to stop him.

"You are mistaken if you think I am an ally to you."

Hargreeves coldly said to him.

"I am only loyal to the Spring-Heeled Jacks. The Creed and the Order use nothing but a long outdated system that does nothing significant for the salvation of humanity."

He slowly stood up, back still turned from his opponent's face. There was an ominous vibe around him, it was thick and unnerving. Every inch of the room was getting colder, it felt like being in a graveyard. Well, it was going to be just that in a few minutes.

"FEAR IS THE ANSWER. To truly be free, we must erase fear. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? It is the only way."

A muffled maniacal laugh echoed from behind the mask. He turned himself around and went closer to the man, his laugh getting louder as he did. Once he was close enough, he pulled the barrel of the man's gun towards his head. The tip slightly touching the mask that he was wearing. Even in this situation, Hargreeves did not shiver for even a second. He looked the man in the eyes through his red goggles and dared him to shoot.

"If you think I'm wrong, then shoot me. Come on, shoot me, shoot me, shoot me!"

With a clever sleight of hand, Hargreeves had already unholstered his gun from his belt. The man could not have seen his movement as the room they were in was too dark. From his waist, he aimed the gun right at the man's knees. It was a matter of timing now, who was going to pull the trigger first? As the tension builds, the timer kept ticking. It was now at 02:14.
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PostSubject: Re: Death Party   Thu May 03, 2018 3:24 pm

For a moment, Nick was looking at the man, whose face was hidden behind the mask.
"What are you?"
He heard beeping from the timer bomb. He was right: this man wanted to make everyone go crazy. It was not Assasin, it was not even a man. It was a psychic monster.
"Nick, what are you waiting for? Move, or you'll end as that woman!" The voice of his ancestor rushed him. Nick remembered that he had one more weapon. He quickly took out the knife and swung it on the mask of the opponent, jumping away at the same time. He aimed at the mask because he guessed that it had gas protection.
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PostSubject: Re: Death Party   Fri May 04, 2018 3:19 pm

The knife only scratched the edges of his mask as Hargreeves managed to instinctively back away at the last second. A small thin line now runs across the space between his eyes, somehow it had made him look more intimidating than before. He traced his fingers slowly along the mark, imagining the shape of the wound if it had hit his flesh instead. It was not too deep, but it would definitely sting a bit.

Seeing his opponent's reluctance to use his gun, Hargreeves knew that he had the advantage. Doubt was eating away at the man's mind, filling it with questions that he did not have the answer to. If it were him behind the trigger, Hargreeves would have shot the man right then and there. But that was not the case, was it? Fear really was a chain that held people back. Thinking couldn't properly be done when you're trying your best to hold on to dear life. That's why people need to embrace the threat, embrace the darkness.

Hargreeves covered himself with his cloak, submerging himself into the shadows around him. He then activated the night vision mode on his goggles and silently move around the room. Like a hunter toying with his prey, he laughed on, the sound echoing as if they were in a cave. One second, it sounded like he was laughing behind the man. Another second, it sounded like he was in the very far corner of the room. This was an old trick commonly used by the Spring-Heeled Jacks, a way to cause spatial disorientation and mild paranoia to their enemies.

The truth was, Hargreeves had put tiny speakers around the room when he was lurking in the shadows. It could relay sounds that were recorded through his mask and loop them until a voice command from the user stops them. Prometheus always provided him with all sorts of fancy gadgets. The man may be annoying, but he was indispensable. The timer was now at 01:28, time moves really fast when you're enjoying yourself.

When it seemed like the man was disoriented, Hargreeves aimed his gun once again. He steadied his sights and focused on two points: the leg and the dominant hand. Keeping still, he pulled the trigger twice in quick succession. He gave away his position knowing that if one of them hits, he will have the upper hand in a close quarter combat. Screams can be heard from outside the room, the sound of the firing gun had caused the crowd below to panic. Perfect.

"You should've shot me when you had the chance. Now only death awaits you."


His voice resonated throughout the tiny speakers spread around the room, giving the illusion that there were many of him. And perhaps there were.
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PostSubject: Re: Death Party   Mon May 07, 2018 8:50 am

Nick jumped away fast enough to dodge the first bullet, but not fast enough for the second to miss. The bullet hit somewhere in his foot. Nick clenched his teeth, landing on the ground. During the jump against his will, he dropped his weapons.
He did not lose consciousness, only thanks to the ticking gas bomb. He looked at her reproachfully, as if she had just woken him from sleep. Suddenly he realized something. He picked up the gun that landed next to him. He aimed at the part of the bomb that seemed to him the most important.
"No. I'm waiting for death."
He slowly pulled the trigger.
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PostSubject: Re: Death Party   Tue May 08, 2018 2:47 pm

The bullet hit the gas bomb directly in it's main core, deactivating the timer and thus stopping the explosion in the process. It was a precise shot. Despite the young appearance of his opponent, it would seem that he had a decent amount of experience with firearms. To be able to aim in total darkness while enduring the pain coming from his bullet wound meant that he was a worthy adversary.

"You seem to be in quite a predicament there Jack 1."

A voice spoke out from his comm device, it was Prometheus.

"The bomb has been deactivated. It would seem that my opponent is more competent than he looks, I want you to give me his profile. He is no ordinary man."

Hargreeves stayed put in the shadows. He pushed a button right at the corner of his right eyes and began to scan the man laying on the ground. A green horizontal line moved vertically over and over again in his mask's screen until the word 'SCAN COMPLETED' appeared. The data was then sent to Prometheus via a wireless connection and now he just had to wait for him to report back.

Under the cover of darkness, Hargreeves began to move. He crawled slowly along the floor to minimize his presence, a spider getting closer to its prey. Once he was close enough, he leaned his head close to the man's. Sniffing him passionately from behind the mask, making it obvious that he was enjoying what he was doing. He then took hold of the gun that destroyed his bomb with his right hand and ran his fingers through the man's hair with his left. The more uncomfortable it made his enemy feel, the better.

"Do you think you've won just because you managed to destroy that bomb?"


He asked him with a cold voice. If the devil were to speak, it would sound just about the same.

"There are many ways to incite fear on those poor souls below. Many many ways..."

The 's' at the end of his sentence held on like a snake that was hissing.

"I wanted to use the gas because it was much more fun to do so. Seeing each and every one of them slowly losing their minds and began to slaughter each other, now that's a party that I would like to be invited to. But sadly, that won't happen. All thanks to you."

Hargreeves poked the man's head continuously, giving it more pressure each time.

"Now I have to do the dirty work myself. Now I need to get more blood on my hands. Remember, their lives are on you now. You shouldn't have gotten involved."


And with that he walked away and jumped to the first floor, his mask producing flames from its mouthpiece. The crowd ran in terror, they ran blindly, hitting and stepping over each other as they tried to navigate the murky room. Hargreeves pulled out his gun as he landed in the middle of the dance floor.

"NOW LET THE REAL PARTY START!"
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PostSubject: Re: Death Party   Tue May 08, 2018 4:54 pm

"I warned you," said the ancestor's voice. Nick slowly stood up, leaning on the wall.

"It would happen anyway.  At least now I have a chance"


"I see all possible options for the future, and none is too optimistic"


Nick picked up the knife lying on the ground and headed for the door. He could hear people screaming and something like ... a flamethrower?

"I will also tell you what I see: I am in a dark room, shot in the foot, and outside someone murders innocent people, so if you'll let me, I will leave this room."

He limped to the railing. The man in the mask stood in the middle of the room, holding the pistol. Nick leaned out a bit. He set himself up to throw a knife.

"Goodbye, Owl the Ripper!"

He threw the knife.
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PostSubject: Re: Death Party   Wed May 16, 2018 5:16 am

Hargreeves felt a sharp pain coming from the back of his right shoulder. Thankfully, it did not hit any vital organs or joints. His body was still able to function properly, just enough to kill more people. He clenched his fist and grind his teeth together, enduring the knife wound as best as he can. There was a loud noise deep within the chamber of his mind. It was the sound of rattling chains and senseless screaming. He could barely focus on it, but it was clear who the source was. Jack, his demonic counterpart.

The party guests ran frantically around the house, searching for a hiding place. In this storm, there were no exits. If any of them were to go out and risk themselves, they would surely die. At least here, if they hid well enough, they might have a chance to live. Hargreeves pulled the knife out of his right shoulder hastily, blood spurted out of the entry wound like molten cake. He then threw the knife at one of the people nearby, hitting his head perfectly in the center between the eyes, making it an instant kill.

"THAT'S ON YOU!"

He pointed at the man upstairs.

"AND MANY MORE TO COME."

His voice was loud, he was becoming too confident. Though his main arm (right arm) was injured, he was still able to shoot well enough. One by one he started shooting down the people that met his gaze. One, two, three, four, five, stopping only when he needed to reload. Hargreeves then began burning the bar shelf nearby using the flamethrower device on his mask, lighting up the place in a fiery ember. Everything was becoming more chaotic than before. So exhilarating, so much fun. Fifteen people were dead now, including the guards. He needed more.

"Well at least it's a bit warmer now."

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PostSubject: Re: Death Party   Sun Jun 24, 2018 2:02 pm

"Damn it", Nick growled and looked at Owl.

"You're doing great ..." Even his ancestor knew what sarcasm was ... "You are not alone"

"Really funny, especially at the moment ..." Nick dug his nails into his hand as he realized what his ancestor wanted to tell him. "You are ... you are fucking right ..."

The boy dug out the phone from his pocket. How could he forget about him?
"Send me a fucking unit here"
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