Arrival of the suited one. (Acun, Ringan)

"Haaaaaaaaaaaa whooooooooooooooooooooo haaaaaaaaaaaa whooooooooooooooooooo"

Long breaths came from him as he woke from his nightmare, frightened. Dried blood. He smelt of it and it never came off. His dreams were infected with the sins of others and he still suffered from them. His words held no weight, so he didn't speak. His honor held no presence, so he didn't act high and mighty. He was a teenager, who had been forced to be a battle ready soldier at a young age.

The moonlight shined on the window, that kept seeing different views of this country that was England. The train he was on moved and kept it's motion as it sped to it's overnight destination. London. One of the most known location in the world. Word of target reached his ears and the bounty reached his pocket, as it was stained in the blood of another member. Everything smelt like dried blood, but his combat suit which smelt of a strange synthetic material.

He drifted in and out of attention as he observed the surrondings of the inner train. Empty seats no sounds it was like a ghost train and he was the only one alive. He slid the door open as he peeked his head out from the hallway. He turned it back and forth to check if the coast was clear. Soon enough he confirmed it, no other passangers were awake. He felt something spiritual as he turned his gaze to another man in a black suit. Another project that flashed off a red aura that was aimed like a missile to hit him from far away. He ducked under as he rolled forward shifting into a charge as he tackled him to the ground.

Grunts and movement exerted from the men. Soon enough the brute who attacked Ringan was tossed out from the train breaking the glass and sending him spiraling to the ground rolling violently as he could no longer see the man. Blood dripped from the glass, as Ringan threw the shards of glass out from the mirror, cutting his hands up a little. He knew something was wrong the moment he was up, but he was paranoid so it wasn't skill.

He sat down in his former resting spot, as he drifted off once more, hoping to not be haunted by his past.

Acun rolled out of 'bed'... Literally...

If her plastic box counted as a bed, she was apparently being summoned, as raps came from above on the box...

"Wake up" A gruff old man said, his voice obliterated by the pollution... But as old as he was, a ripe old age of 49, he would be happy to live another two years in these conditions she was in the sewers, one of the warmest places in England due to the water flow...

But everything flowed here, money, drugs, liquor, whores, slaves, weapons, Even Art for the upper class... That was Acun's job... She made art, using her powers for petty things, sculpting awards, counterfeits, keys. Anything that needed to be made, Acun could copy it...

One thing that was in popular supply was her bullets, as crystal acted like a flechete inside a body, but normal crystal cannot withstand the pressure of firing...

This morning she had to deliver her goods, as she did about weekly to her clients, this could take up to 24 hours to complete, but she
She couldn't believe she was being forced to scrape by in this waste...
That being said, Acun reached down to the waterflow, ran her hands in it, and washed her face, it was better than having dirt all over, and she needed to look at least somewhat presentable for her work today.

She couldn't get spotted on the grid, so she was forced to do "Black" market trade. One of her orders this week had even come from the government. That was actually her last trip of the day, she was supposed to meet someone coming off a noon train from Scotland.

So she made her deliveries, got paid for her efforts, and got on the tube to Waterloo, or whats left of it, looking forward to hitting the small ante tables...

SCREETCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

The train ended and stopped as it pulled into the station. He forced himself from his nap as he picked himself up along with the luggage and walked himself out of the train to the nasty station. People of many different kinds walked around as they swirled around and mixed themselves with the many different kinds of people that waited for their respective trains.

Ringan blended in with the crowd as he walked with them. People seperated soon leaving him as an indivdual as he walked up the nearest steps. They were grimy and dirty and his feet seemed to slide over them. A pure indication of how this world had become. A disregard for cleanliness and a further dependence of Natural Selection. Few were protected. Many were defenseless and the death rate had been raising, especially in Central America.

He scanned the unfamiliar area, as he proceeded to a nearby shifty looking hotel. He set down a huge amount of money and took the key leaving the attendant with a suprised glare, as he said nothing and wandered to the elevator. He pushed the button as it had a problem going up. It stopped and continued. Soon enough the musky elevator scent got to him, as he took a deep breath outside of the elevator on the top floor.

His footsteps led sound as he opened his door. The handle was very dirty, but the presidential suite was borderline alright. His phone buzzed as he lay on the bed. A picture of his target appeared in the message as it confirmed her appearance. Time for the hunt.

Acun got off the rusty bucket that is an excuse for a tube. She carried a small messenger bag with her now, the brass making a small clink with every move... Her winter clothing, after a morning airing out, was hardly rank. She now just looked like a normal person...

On the platform, she waited, looking around for a brief case laden man, he would be hard to find, if not for a distinctive trait of spiritual Pressure. She would be able to sense his spiritual pressure, and she would follow it.

14 minutes later... Acun lay against a rusted out I-beam, supporting the ceiling as a brace, bolted into the floor. Her hat was pulled over her ears, a light blue, matching her coat, her scarf covering her head, while in her pocket, she sculpted a small figure of her mother, mabye an inch tall... Her eyes closed, concentrating hard on the memory of her face, her wings, the fiery intesity of her eyes...

She wondered what became of her mother... This contact with the government was risky, she knew this better than most spirituals, but it was nessicary if she is to ever know what happened to her mother...

She saw a train pull in, and felt the spirutal presense appear, they were here... Reletively few came off it, so it was easy to find himk, but harder to follow him, she eventually bobbed and weaved through the unrelenting commuters until she saw him enter a hotel...

Acun went around back, and knocked on the service entranced... Greasing the man's pocket who opened the door allowed her entrance to the hotel without being caught on camera, and using the emergency stairwell to get to the top floor, she would rather fly up an elevator shaft, but she knew that would raise a few eyebrows.

Acun got to the top floor, following the spiritual pressure, followed it to the presidental suite...

"This is the real deal..."

And Acun did the senisble thing... knocked...

A hand hit the door. Ringan's suprise hit the celing as he braced himself. He quickly looked around the room, as he lifted his overcoat off of him. He set it against the bed lightly. Now his skin tight black suit was the only thing he was wearing and he felt the strange sensation of the second skin. He did a few minor streches and was off to the door in a matter of seconds.

Ringan, peeked out in the small ovular circle as he saw the figure from it. His energy flared violently around him as the clouds gathered overhead above the top of the hotel. A thin quick lightning bolt flashed as it hit the tip of his finger and formed itself to a sphere. The ceiling scattered around him as it now left some of the irradiated sky to be seen.

He quickly whipped it at the door towards the womans position. The lightning pierced the door with a fearsome boom leaving a thunderlike applause to the show that would unfold. The door crumbled from the lighting and flew towards where the woman was last seen. Leaving nothing but, Ringan's heartbeat to torture him, as the battle unfolded.

Acun backed off the door as soon as she heard the roar of thunder. The lull afterward caused her to retreat back toward the emergency stairwell... That was before the door exploded. A little blur was all she saw, and a momentary freeze before the door flew outward in shards...

Acun was stunned, barely being spared by the hands of fate from a swift death. Her ears started ringing as she shellshock slowed down time, She shrugged off her coat, and she reached to her lower back, pulling a rod out of her sweater, it fell apart off her front, freeing her wings. She still had a shirt underneath, but with holes so her wings were free, and she did the sensible thing to do.

She charged into the room.

As she moved, her ears stopped ringing, time speed up, and she conjured a shard in her hand, as she entered the room, she identified two things, the man in a black suit and the hole in the roof, She threw her shard at the man in black, the razor sharp crystal thrown with intent to kill, and threw her self at the hole in the roof, her wings spreading in the smallish room, and one flap would propel her out of that damn small hotel.

He quickly spun on his heels sliding in a circular motion as he jumped landing on a table facing his opponent. He looked at the now flying woman. Suddenly he noticed a red shade trickle down from his cheek as he looked behind him to see a shard stuck in the hotel wall. He quickly wiped it off without hesitation as he began to shift his weight to the side.

He quickly turned now to the overlooking balcony covered by a glass door that appeared to be quite smudgy. He took a deep exhale as he quickly punched through the glass door shattering it into small transparent reflectors. He noticed the whole in the wall suddenly coming up with an idea and excuted it with flair. A dark aura washed over him as he formed 3 bats made of pure black energy. They seeked to explode into a lightning when they hit the target and screamed to locate the enemy by echo location. Quickly they rushed to attack the flying angel like woman as the sounds of their thunder like screams echoed through the now outside hall.

Acun took flight, clearing the building, but behind her, she heard another deafening scream, whatever that man shot through the door he was firing again. "Shit" She glanced over her shoulder, and she saw the cluster of little birds... no... bats, jet black bats of freaking terror.

She considered her Options, she could probably outdistance the Spiritual energy powering those things, or she could counter the little bastards with crystal... OR she could throw a few more shards through the window at their controler... She opted for a combination of the two, and she formed a shard per hand, and launched the pair at her pursuers, turning to fly on her back for a short time to take aim at the fast pursuing bats.

Acun tried hit both, and the desired effect was to have them fizzle and die... but knowing what that man is capable of, she decided to not take chances, and formed another pair of shards, focusing her eyes upon the man behind the glass, she threw a single shard at him, hoping to make him loose concentration, and launched her remaining one at the untargeted bat.

No emotion seemed to come across him as he dealt with this strange foe. He assumed her to be an enemy. Or actually an enemy of the Agency who had her picture on the contract inside of his coat pocket. They had good information, but none about fighting abilities and such.

Bright flashes of lightning signaled the bat's demise as they continued forward a little bit after being hit, leaving a white flash and a loud thunder which came after it's death. He didn't take chances with his next attack as he sidestepped the incomming shard and quickly took the opportunity to step out from the glass. He formed the clouds above once again, which sent down another flash of lightning all though weak for that combat was not it's exact purpose. He took a moment before he aimed his finger from the enemy to the ground expecting her to feel suprise as he pulled his next action off.

He quickly discharged the bolt into the balcony as it became unstable. It was larger than the others ones from the regular suites all around the building, but the ones under it could probably support the weight of him plus the debris of the former balcony. He felt himself descend in air and braced for impact as he held the guard rails on the balcony. He grasped them firmly, as they slowly loosened with the first hit of the balcony below, which gave way dropping to the next one which finally stopped the fall.

He was never taught to be bold or agressive. But invisible and passive especially since he only examined few king things of his opponents advantages. She would have a harder time manuevering inside of the building after all.

Ringan managed to find the handle to the current balcony as he simply kicked the other pieces of the other balconies off the side leaving a plopping sound to be heard below. He heard a woman scream, but disregarded it as he pulled open the balconys door to the regular hotel room inside, leaving no trace behind, but the destruction of structures. Any more weight on the balcony would definately cause it to give way. After all he was wrong about the first one catching him.

Acun turned round, while flying... hovering, facing the hotel, her wings carrying her further aloft with each flap of her wings. She faced a quandry, she may never find where her mother is being held, if she was even still alive. But she risked her life if she pursued him, and would be put in at a disadvantage of enclosed quarters...

Her mother's words rang in her eyes, "Acun, It's better to regret something you have done, rather than something you haven't".

Frak...

Acun dove after him, reaching speeds of almost 50 miles per hour, she speed into the 8th story balcony, she conjured a shard... Preparing herself for the lightning fast attacks of the Agent.

Ringan now shielded by the loose door faced the woman immediately. He took a large jump back ending up at the foot of a nearby queen sized bed. Everyting in this appartment was pretty dirty and he heard some screams coming from the bathroom. A man in the woman he could tell by the tone. He strangely began to feel uncomfortable so he cleared himself of the room. Before entirely exiting a shad pierced the balcony door as it shread through whatever was in it's way eventually digging deep into the wall next to the bed.

He prepared one more bat as e felt the energy discharge from his body. The bat took shape as it flew towards the balcony door, screaming to locate it's target with echolocation. It would head through the hole created by the womans shard and and would most likely blow up a good portion of the hotel room if touched, but Ringan just wanted to kill the damn spirtual being.

Acun swooped into the shattered glass of the balcony door, her shard in her hand, she tucked her wings flat against her back, she couldn't use them in this enviroment, and only served as a target. She hit the ground running, but realized her fault of this blitzkrieg attack style. A single bat flew into the room, the thunderous screech echoed in her ears, and she released the shard from her hand, flying at the dark object flying torward her. It hit, but thats the thing, so was Acun...

The electric shock from the blast was debilatating... stiffining all her muscles, she fell to the ground... But she was at the edge of the blast radius, the bolt had dispersed most of its energy just getting to her. That, and the fact she was actually touching the ground probably saved her life. She recovered conjouring another shard in her hand, her mind was scrambled, but her gut was burned, severely...

Acun instinctively conjured her knife, and held her side, and took only a few moments to collect herself, and she charged through the door into the hallway, preparing to cut down her attacker.

The womans dramatic entrance suprised Ringan who was now left stuck with awe as he eyed the approaching threat. He let his guard down for a second and would soon regret it.

The strange feeling overwhelmed him. The feeling of pain as he felt a strange strike from the angel tear into his skin. A sharp shard now came to his sight. Blood dripped and dropped from the wound that had been dug into his shoulder. He grabbed her hands as he tried to fight back and stop the weapons further advancement. He was suprised of her recovery especially since she had taken a blow from one of his lightning bats it was not usual for him to keep fighting someone if they were hit with this technique.

As the shard still stuck in his shoulder he drew more lightning from the sky. A bolt came through the floors soon enough as it threatened to hit his attacker unless she moved away from it's thunderous pierce like energy. Before he knew it the ceiling had shattered above him giving way as the small pieces hit his head.

Acun charged through the door, expecting any kind of monster, perhaps a man with an eye patch or malicous scarred fiend...

Or perhaps an enemy she had seen before. But a kid her age, and not to bad looking, stood with a look of astonishment stuck on his face... His attractiveness didn't stop Acun from ramming her knife home, the sickly sweet texture of a blade sliding into another's body... He had managed to react to some extent, but not evade the attack, but an impressive effort to even see her coming.

He bounced into the wall, a look of shock on his eyes, she pulled out the knife, intracately formed, or perhaps just good practice, had allowed blood groove to do its work, and let the blade slide out with a certain ease. She intended to use the knife to cut off the kids hand's next, then interrogate him about his boss...

Noone ever goes down quietly though. Acun was spinning, preparing to make a hack at his hands when the lightning came down, shocking Acun back 10 feet through a sheet rock wall, and into a room which was quickly vacated after Acun's entrance, slamming hard into the furniture, Something broke, but it wasn't Acun. Before she had the chance to thank the marvels of modern poor construction, she started seizing... convulsing, falling to the ground, saliva dribbled from her lips, her mind blanked out... it only lasted a handful of seconds, but Acun was disoriented by it, her mind fogged... as she sloggishly scrambled for her knife, trying to put up a defense to whatever would come her way next...

Ringan looked to his wound, as the blood continued down the path of his body to form a small puddle on the carpetted ground. His shoulder burned with pain as he let out a couple grunts trying to stand up. He stood up sluggishly as he turned his gaze to the minimal debris storm which covered the sheet rock wall. Even he who had taken a stab from her knife contemplated the pain she was feeling, but he had to take no remourse on his opponent.

He raised his hands to height of his midsection as he took a strong couple of steps infront of the damaged wall. A silohette under the clearing debris came to meet his welcome. Quickly aiming a strong right hook at the figure looking to end any oppression with brute force.

Acun struggled to her feet, grasping her knife as she struggled to her feet, still shaking from the electrocution, she saw the light from the hallway, and then dark, Acun tried to move her knife hand to intercept the approaching man, but her battered form didn't allow for it, dropping the knife before she was able to stick that man with it again...

She saw a flash of his arm, and then flew in a very natural way for a human, but not for her, into the wall, bouncing off and through the glass door to the balcony of this room, Acun landed on her feet though, being elevated by the punch, and stumbled into the guardrail, which promply gave way to even her slightest touch, sending Acun falling over the edge of the hotel.

Acun tumbled, she intinctively spread her wings, and they caught like a parachute, spinning her feet first, she streatched them upward, making her decent faster than probably was safe, but at the last moment, she flapped upward, once, letting her wing tips touch the ground, it gave her abit of cushion as she hit the ground, and imediately collapsed...

"Damnit..." Acun swore, she was light headed, beat up, and depleted... She would get the information she wanted, but not from this man... At least she got paid today, even if she needed a new coat, and Acun fled back into the station, boarding the first tube she saw...

Ringan nursed his shoulder wound as he followed the womans fall until he saw nothing. He didn't care to the idea she was dead was dead set in his mind. Now he only had to report her death the Agency. No doubt a reward would be in order for his successful mission.

His suit lay torn at the shoulder as the blood kept flowing his hand on the pouring orifice. He moved swiftly to the bed as he grabbed a towel from the bathroom of the nearest room. The entry point of the balcony was open as it revealed destruction and a cool wind that chilled his shoulder as it seeped in giving him a refreshing sensation even though it hurt. Lying on the bed he tried to relax as he took a few deep breaths. He had suffered injuries worst then this, but that was a long time ago.