Valen:
"PUT ME DOWN LIKE THE DOG I AM!" Valen screams to the men as countless syringes are thrust into his body to sedate him, they carried no effect on his body. They yelled for him to settle down, as he thrashes about in the straight jacket that bound his arms, and the chains that bound him to the floor, rendering him unable to stand up.
"Sir, just settle down, you're fine." Valen thrashes further, the cement of the floor cracking as he cackles madly. The men simply stand back and fondle about for more sedatives to force into veins.
"I'm not fine! I've never been fine!" he laughs harder, maniacally, evilly. His eyes were not their normal white, the left eye was cracked like a mirror, and the left had a large orange colored iris, but no pupil.
"I'm going to kill all of you when I get out of here! I will have all of your dirty disgusting human heads! You're all guilty! You shall all be PUNISHED!" He growls and twists around as the chains are tightened, the cloth of the straight jacket ripping where the bone spikes on his knuckles tear through. He was being deemed insane, this latest mental breakdown of his was too much, his mind had given way. He was not Valen right now, he was something else, pure carnal rage... no amount of sedative could sate him, he needed something else, something less orthodox.
"Disgusting, rotten, human SCUM! Murderers all of you! None of you deserve to live!" He cackles like a madman as the cattle prods are driven into his body, he was so mad, it was merely a tingle to him.
This man needed help. He was never like this, what made him snap?
"LET ME OUT!! LET ME GO!!! I HATE ALL OF YOU! FILTH, SCUM!! WRETCHED VERMIN!!" The ten inch thick steel doors close off in the room, leaving him and his madness in the dark.
He...Needs...help...and the first name on the list in his phone, is called to identify this man, who, or whatever he is.
Ambrielle:
Ambrielle's green eyes scanned the beachfront. People walked down the waterline with friends and family, enjoying the sunny mexican weather. She'd been in Mexico for over a month now and had found, just like back home, that she loved the beach. It was a place to find quiet and relaxation during the day. Or a place to meet new people.
Today, on the other hand, she wanted nothing more than to dig her toes into the sand, get a tan, and listen to some music. All of which she was doing right now under her small colored umbrella, sitting in the small beach chair. She turned the small dial on the Ipod to almost top volume and closed her green eyes behin her white shades. Leaning her head back against the chair and stretched her legs out and smiled. This was perfect.
A couple of songs later, her head started to fall to the left as she began dozing in and out of conciousness. And then her phone began buzzing. Her eyes opened swiftly and she sat up, digging into her shorts pocket for the small cell phone. The number read Valen.
She pulled the little white buds out of her ears and flipped the phone up, immedietly putting it to her ear. She hadn't heard from Valen since the wedding, and personally, she didn't really know what he would have to talk about. She also hadn't heard from Riddick but that was a completely different story. Back to the present, she opened her mouth and spoke softly,
"Hello? Valen?"
Valen:
A shaken man lifted up the phone to his ear as it was answered, this was not how this doctor expected his day to go, trying to sedate and identify this thing. He didn't even feel safe with a steel door between them. He'd expected it all to be normal today, just the regular grade of clinical insanity he had to deal with, mostly just disturbed men and women. But this man, this..thing. He was past insanity, made the people down in the solitary confined rooms look like they were suffering from a tantrum.
"Y-yes ma'am... This is Doctor Stephen Connors, I work here at the the Hokkaido asylum... we luckily subdued this man, I think it's a man... I-I..." The doctor pauses for a moment and cringes, taking a deep breathe as a loud roar was clearly audible through the door. He places the phone to his chest and whimpers.
"I don't know who or what he is, 1765 Hokkaido Avenue, you were on his contacts list, we were hoping you could identify him... Please, just come see who or what this is so we can decide what to do with it..him." The doctor was too shaken to continue speaking, this shouldn't even be called insanity, this was beyond insanity. He peers through the window into the room, the man was thrashing wildly against the chains.
Valen stops all movement for a split second, everything stood still around him, his mind shutting down, if only long enough for him to blink. The shouts from his cell became silence. Nothing, the doctor's face seemed to relax a small bit. Maybe this man had finally settled.
Slam. Valen laughs as he crashes his forehead to the cement flooring. Slam. Blood runs onto the floor. Slam. Bone reforms just as fast as it is fractured. His deep coarse laughter was all that could be heard within the confines of the cell between the loud crushing noises of his flesh meeting the pavement.
His words pierce through the intercom above the doctor, the sounds barely audible through the laughter. "You're all going to die!~"
Ambrielle:
Bri sat up straight, chills running across her body with no particular course in mind. Valen? Insane? What? A bunch of questions raced through her mind as she listened to the doctors words. She didn't know what to make of them. She absently scratched at her leg and pressed the cell closer to her ear.
She continued having issues with letting the mans words sink in. It was settling in her head that the man who had been dressed in a tux for her wedding only about a month earlier was being called an 'It' in a mental asylum. It just didn't make sense.
"Uh, sure doctor. Where is that at exactly? I'm in Mexico right now, but I'm not sure where that location is? And you're calling from a good friend of mine's phone. Valen. Valen Kaielson. What's happened? I don't understand what is going on?"
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her own nerves. Her adrenaline was pumping. Then she heard it. In the background. His voice. No. Something else's words using his voice as a mask. That was not Valen.
You're all going to die!
"Doctor, what the hell is going on?" The laughter was ringing in her ears. Something was seriously not okay.
Valen:
Chains snap. Finally giving way to this mans constant thrashing. All that held him now as a straight jacket. Valen cackles as he stumbles over to the door, and slams his forehead against the steel paneling. "Let me out!" Blood runs against the door, staining the little window a deep red color.
The doctor presses back against the wall, men crowding over to the door, carrying large guns carrying tranquilizing rounds in case he got out. Not like they would hinder him anyway. The doctor's mind raced. Valen Kaielson? The man that had saved his children from a lunatic a few years ago? Is this what happened to him?
"M-Mexico? That's... God.. That's... We're in Japan.. The man, Valen? He.. All we know is that he.. he had been stopping a robbery, and then he suddenly started killing people... everyone, the bodies are still being processed at the morgue." The doctor's hand fumbles a bit, almost dropping the phone. Terror struck through him, silence came from the room. If he learned anything from horror movies inside of insane asylums, is that silence is never good.
"There is a facility in Tijuana, we'll move this... we'll move it there. The facility is in the phone book, try and be there, or send someone there to get a proper ID on this.." One of the personnel with the tranq-gun steps up to the blood stained window, and peers through it, it was a small window, he was in no real danger, right? All he could see through the bloody red haze was the pale orange globe faintly glowing.
"Twenty four hours at the most ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you with this, I-I I have to get the work done for transport." He drops the phone on the floor and grabs his things, walking through the hall quickly. The faster they could get an positive ID on this man, the faster they could put him down. Or at least try and put him somewhere he could never hurt anyone.
Valen doesn't move as the metal bonds are put on his arms and legs, connecting them with a metal cord, rendering him all but immobile. Laughter still manages to escape his mouth at the metal muzzle is put over it. His muffled voice is projected metallically through the muzzle. "I'm going to kill your wives, your children, I'll make you all watch! I'll make you all suffer!"
The phone is scooped up by one of the doctors as they lead the monster through the halls to the transport vehicle. He looks at it, the phone was still connected to whoever was on the other line. He wasn't exactly in the mental grace to explain anything, so he snaps the phone shut and puts it next onto the sword and necklace that were found on the man. They'd be in Tijuana within the next 14 hours... hopefully.
Ambrielle
Ambrielle let out the air she'd been holding back in one long gush. The phone finally went silent on the other end and bri was left with her racing thoughts. Bank robbery? Japan? What the hell has happened since I've been gone. Jesus christ.
She closed the small phone. Twenty four hours until she had to be at this asylum in Tijuana. Tijuana? She was in Mexico City. How far away from Tijuana. Bri sat back in the chair and shook her head, letting her eyes fall back onto the waves breaking on the shore. It was getting late in the afternoon on the beach, so more people were filing out and leaving for the day. It'd be night soon and she had somewhere to be now. But where to begin?
Bri stood up and starting putting her sunscreen and smaller items back into her new backpack and sighed. She didn't want to travel anywhere. She knew that she was the only person anywhere near Tijuana though that could...ID the man. Wait. Maybe it wouldn't be him. Maybe it would be someone who stole Valens phone. Then this wouldn't be such a big deal. This thought made her smile and gave her a little bit of hope.
She thought about calling Aeon to see if she knew anything about the incident but decided against it. What if it was Valen; she didn't want to scare the girl. And if it wasn't, then she'd want to know what had happened and why some random person had Valen's phone. She wouldn't have the answer for that and would have to wait to get it anyways, so she decided she would just call Aeon after this all went down.
After folding up the umbrella and chair, she slung her backpack over her bare shoulder and picked up the chair and umbrella and went to the car. She packed everything into the backseat and began on her drive home. She had twenty four hours to get in some sleep, and find out where Tijuana was. More importantly, the insane asylum in Tijuana. This was going to be a long night.
Valen:
The bonds holding Valen didn't bother him as he was loaded into a steel box. Like an animal. No, it wasn't like an animal. He was an animal. Just something that no one could diagnose. A lost cause. He didn't know where he was being taken, and he didn't care. He didn't care about anything. Wings flutter in his mind. The wings of an angel. The wings of two angels. Both of the angels he knew so well, yet couldn't put a name on at the moment.
The wings drench with blood, and the screams echo in his mind. A smile spreads across his face. This is all he cared about now. The blood, that substance that warmed his cold body. That liquid that he had seen more often than he had seen himself in the mirror. The box was loaded into the plane to be shipped to Tijuana.
Valen leans his face against one of the barred windows, right behind a guard's head. "You sir, what's your name? I want to know what to put on your tombstone..." He cackles and slams his torso against the wall.
"Hmm, strong and silent type... then you wont mind if I cut your tongue out will you?" He rams against the box once more, making it tip subtly.
The guard takes a step forward and tries his best to ignore the loony man's words. "How long until we get to Tijuana sir?"
Valen smiles. "Ooh? The slaughter begins in mexico?" He chuckles and slips down to the floor, thrashing around in his bonds for a few moments before settling down. It'd been a long day, and his seemingly endless supply of energy had run thin. His eyes close tightly as he forces himself into a dreamless, tortured slumber.
Ambrielle:
It was only 12 hours later when Ambrielle found herself sitting in her rented corvette out front of the Laboratorio Klein Hospital in Tijuana, Mexico. She took a deep breath as she took the key out of the ignition. The car was sitting in the empty parking lot and it was 2 a.m. Why she'd decided to leave right away rather than wait the couple hours, she had no idea. It would've at least put her here at a more decent hour. But no, she'd taken it upon herself to leave right away and hop on the soonest flight. It was a 28 hour drive from Mexico City to Tijuana versus the 3 hour flight.
As soon as she had gotten to the airport in Tijuana, she'd rented a car through AAA and driven the distance to the asylum. It was small and hidden away. Not the typical mental hospital, but it was the only one in the city, so she was just to assume this was where she needed to be. With another deep breath, she opened the car door, stepped out, closed it, and began the short hike up the flight up stairs to the main entrance.
Once she entered the building, she immedietly felt on guard. This place felt completely messed up. She had only been here five minutes. How did the people who worked here feel? It was beyond her. She walked to the small reception window and tapped the glass. A short and plump redhead in black rimmed glasses was reading a book, pretending to be typing onto the computer. The girl jumped at the surprising noise and turned her angry brown eyes on Bri.
"What do you want?" She asked sharply. "There's no visitors right now. You'll have to come back after ten Miss. Sorry." And without so much as a bye or continuing glare, the girl turned and went back to her romance novel. Bri snorted and narrowed her eyes, turning her back on the girl and walked back to the front doors. She exited and stood out on the front porch area. She took a seat on one of the white chairs to the left of the entrace and wrapped her small jacket tighter around her arms. It was going to rain soon.
And she had no idea how long it was going to take for the doctor to get here with the person who'd stolen Valens phone.
Valen:
Valen's eyes struck open, the sound of rain against steel, and of wheels being pushed through mud enough to draw him from his slumber. He stands and yawns, the bonds pulled tighter than he remembered. The doctor ran ahead to the woman who was sitting on the porch, and motioned for her to move out of the way.
"Miss, we need you to move so we can bring the patient in." It was the same doctor who had called her the first time. He looks back at the steel box was being pushed closer, and then back to Ambrielle, his brown eyes tinged with fear, and his paled face spattered with droplets of blood. The thrashing noise had started back up in the cage, Valen's inverted laughter slicing through the night.
Valen's muzzled features lean against the tiny barred window, glassy eyes spying the scarlet haired girl. His eyes softened, calmed, if only briefly, the laughter stopping just as long. But it was only for a few moments. "You're going to burn with them!"
His mad cackling drowns out the sound of the rain, the metal box reaching the steps leading into the building. A few guards ready their tranquilizing guns as the front wall is lowered, and poles are connected to the loops on Valen's restraints. his silvery hair was tinted red from all of the blood, tiny red streaks coming from slits on the muzzle.
"You're just as guilty as the rest of them!" He thrashes around as the people binding him force the bars forward, making Valen walk up the steps. His crazed eyes remain trained upon Ambrielle.
"I'm coming for all of you!" Men carried dufflebags containing his belongings, the sword and amulet, behind him up to the doors. The Doctor looks to Ambrielle, more than worried.
"Can you tell me who, or what, that is?"
Ambrielle:
Ambrielle's eyes followed the motions of the transport vehicle to where it stopped in front of the flight of stairs up to the front steps. She remained under the porch, if only because of the now falling rain. She crossed her arms and stood, to greet the doctor she assumed was the one who she had spoken to on the phone. As soon as she heard him speak, her suspicion was confirmed.
She could not make out the mans form or any other detail of him because of the distance in between them as well as the amount of armouring around his body. She guessed this was for the protection of all of the guards. It definitely was not for the mans safety. He looked like he was doing well enough on his own.
Ambrielle let her eyes stay on the man down at the bottom of the stairs. Rather, the cage he was in. She wouldn't be able to tell if it was Valen until she could see his face. She told the doctor as much, in an absent voice. Her thoughts stayed on the man. Who was he. Was it Valen. If so, why did he say she'd burn with them. She'd done nothing. Didn't he recognize her?
"I want to see his face. It's the only way I can know if it's him." She took a deep breath and walked away from the doctors company, and down past the guards to where the kennel like thing was. She looked in, and saw his eyes. No. It can not be him.
"I need to see his face damnit!" She yelled towards the guards. "Take the fu*king muzzle off. He's not a dog!" She growled at the man standing closet to the man in metal. She did not let her jade eyes flow back to his eyes. Not until she could see his complete face. Her mind would not allow it to be him. It couldn't be.
Standing soaked in the rain, her red her, which had grown longer in the time since she'd seen him, stuck to her small frame. She'd hidden herself away in Mexico City, not eating and not sleeping. The big tee and baggy jeans would see to it that no one would notice. But all that included, had led her to be more reclusive and shy. This situation, on the other hand, was doing nothing for the fiery temper she'd retained.
"OPEN IT!"
Valen:
"You heard her, take the muzzle off.." Much to the disdain of one of the guards, the mask was unclasped and tossed into the mud. Valen's twisted and sadistic grin was revealed, his bloody teeth bared through the terrifying smile. His chest rumbles as laughter escapes his mouth through clenched teeth.
"Can you identify it now, ma'am?" The doctor had taken a step away from both Valen and girl whom has just screamed at them. Cowering like a sick puppy.
"Bask in the glory of your unholy disease! Filth!" Valen spits a bloody mess onto a guard's face, howling with laughter as a syringe is buried into his neck. Another failed attempt to sedate him. Valen cracks his neck and shakes lightly, making the empty syringe fall into the mud. The guards that weren't in charge of containing him step back, holding the guns at ready.
Valen's strained eyes slice onto Ambrielle, this breathe sharp and heavy, like that of a rabid dog, or some sort of angry animal. His features were cold, anguish ridden, and happy all at the same time. His grin fades, taking a blank scowl. "Going to run away? Just like you did with your last problem? Gonna take off?" he didn't know what he was talking about, he was just babbling.
The laughter starts again, that monstrous grin. That sadistic, inhuman laugh, attacking the minds of everyone around him.
Ambrielle:
Ambrielle was losing her patience quickly. She was scared, angry and horrified all at the same time. She wanted this to be over. She wanted to confirm it not being him as soon as she could so she could get the hell out of Tijuana. And then the muzzle was taken off and it took every ounce of effort to not pass out right there. It was him.
"Valen?" She said weakly, definitely soft enough to not be heard by any of the others around her. She had to remind herself to breath before she let her eyes lock with his. It couldn't be but it was. She wanted to reach out and touch his face, take his hand, embrace him, anything. But this monster in front of her was not the same man she knew and had befriended. This was a gruesome, grotesque version of him. Where the f*ck was Aeon?
Bri took a step back, following suit of everyone behind her, but her eyes did not leave his. And then he began speaking. To everyone around her, making her think he'd remembered her and was not going to take anything out on her. Then his face went blank and his cold emotionless eyes locked back with hers and he said the words the would shut her down.
"Going to run away? Just like you did with your last problem? Gonna take off?"
Chills ran throughout her body as she could do nothing but stare at the disgusting thing in front of her. She wanted him to snap out of it. She wanted to think she could change the words he'd spoken. She wanted to think she could help the situation but she couldn't. She couldn't even move, let alone speak. So she did nothing, but stare at him, her face stricken with pain and regret. She did however, know that more words were about to come from his lips that would continue to shatter her already dying emotions. He was going to break her if she continued to do nothing.
Valen:
Valen sees the pained look in her eyes, sending three things in his mind. Happiness, triumph, and finally....regret. His muscles loosen again, for a moment, if only for a moment. A spike of sanity in the sea of madness he was trapped in. The creaking of metal resonates as metal cords binding him strain to keep him bound.
He looks to the doctor, and laughs again. "Hey there, you, Mr...Connors? Your wife was so beautiful, so innocent. Those men that were going to kill her were stopped... I know now that it was a mistake." Valen cackles and leans forward, despite the efforts of the guards.
"I'll be sure to finish the job they were stopped from finishing.....and I'm going to make your children watch as I do it..." His body shakes terribly as his muscles tense and draw once more. He lets loose with an inhuman streak of laughter, the faint, unidentifiable sound of pain within him.
His left eye, shining orange, gleaming with madness. The right, the cracked mirror that this man was, emulating the pain that his mind was in. He snaps his attention back to Ambrielle as the doctor walks over to the wall and leans his head against it, trembling in fear. A wicked grimace overtakes his lips.
"You're still here? Why does that surprise me so? Look at you, all crippled and hurt looking, like a puppy that got his bowl knocked over. Depraving yourself of everything because you're too weak to reach out for he-..." Valen couldn't finish his sentence. He laughs lightly, then louder, it was high pitched, pained, he was insulting her for what he himself had been doing to himself. He refused to get help for anything, he refused to turn to anyone, where did he get the right to say anything about it to someone else.
Then again, he's not right in the mind is he? Where did he get the legibility for logical thinking?
Ambrielle:
Ambrielle continued to look at the man in front of her. His twisted words and thoughts continuing to pour forth onto the helpless lives around him. When in fact, he was the most helpless of them all. When his attention turned from her to the doctor, she felt almost relief that maybe he would lose interest in her when she'd said nothing to him, not rising to the bait.
She turned to the doctor who'd leaned up against the wall. This person was the one who was supposed to be in charge? Dealing with maniacs like this daily? Were you kidding? He looked like he'd just been shot for all the effort he was making towards this prisoner-like person. No. Valen. He has a name. She had to remember that.
Turning back to him caught his attention and he spoke again to her. She would've turned and dashed to run, just like he'd predicted, had she not caught the last half a word of his rambling. This did have to do with Aeon. HE was the one running. This wasn't about Bri and her running from Riddick and home. It was about Valen being hurt and running from Aeon, not wanting to let someone else is in. Or at least, that's what she assumed from the random bits of gossip she'd heard about him and his relationships.
"Where is she Valen. Where is Aeon. Did you leave her? Alone and hopeless in the big city, with nothing but your abandoment of her? That's great. You've turned into a worthless piece of crap. So don't you start in on me. You know nothing. And I pray these metal bars keep you till you rot with the words you speak. "
She turned back to the doctor and walked over to him.
"And you. How the hell are you supposed to handle people like this when you can't even handle yourself? A doctor you say? Ridiculous. You should quit and let someone more able to push their personal lives out of their jobs. You chose this as a career, why aren't you making the effort. His words are empty threats. If you do your job they are. The moments that you continue to let him get the better of you, are the moments you're letting your wife die.
She turned on her heel, hot with anger and adrenaline and made her way towards her car. The rain was sheets of pounding cold water on the pavement and it didn't stop there. The thunder was rolling which was a guarantee that the lightning was coming. It was only a matter of time. Maybe they would leave him in his metal cage in the lightning. That would sedate the man. The man she knew not anymore.
Valen:
"Let me go." His words were soft. Gentle. Sane. The bonds didn't loosen. He hadn't thought they would. Her words had smashed through the insanity that had overtaken him.
"Just let me go." Tears stream down his face as the bonds only strengthen. Of course they wouldn't let him go. He'd gotten himself into this, and now he'd spend the rest of his pitiful life in a cell. No. He wouldn't allow it, Valen had made it out of tighter bonds than this. As wrong as Ambrielle was, her words still stung.
That wasn't why he had lost his mind, but it was nothing short of the truth, his neglecting to reach out for help. But she was wrong about something else. He didn't abandon Aeon, he just hadn't seen her in more than a month. She seemed to drop off of the face of the Earth, leaving him to fester in his anger and guilt, leaving him to fight a battle that he desperately needed help with.
"Please, I beg of you, let me go..." His eyes were whitened and whole. Carrying the calm complacency they normally did. He was pushed forward onto the porch of the building. He wasn't going anywhere. He was just as bad as the humans he once looked up to, the people he once sought to protect were disgusting hateful monsters. But he was all the same, no, he was worse, he was the monster that they had all created. Every man he killed in the name of justice only pushed him deeper into the pit of darkness he had created for himself.
The doctor throws down his badge and walks back the the transport vehicle. He wasn't going to deal with this anymore. He couldn't hand another mindf*ck like that. She didn't know what the man did before he was subdued. She didn't know how many people were gutted like fish in the streets. She didn't see how many people were 'punished' by that man's hand.
"Let me go!" Valen pleads, lifting his legs up to press against the door and stop them from carrying him further. He would struggle, show his last bit of defiance before submitting and being permanently silenced. He'd have his say.
"Just let me out of here!"
He was alone. But that was his fault. He would always be alone, and it was all his fault.
Ambrielle:
Ambrielle reached the car and laid her arms atop it, despite the rain. She didn't look back. She stared at her fingertips, glistening black in the rain. What had she just said. She had probably just ruined a man who needed a boost, not a teardown. That went for both Valen and the Doctor.
Valen was a mess. She'd never seen him like this. She'd only ever seen him happy to say the least, even if he was quiet. It didn't make sense. How could someone so hospitable break down into something so destructive. She couldn't figure it out.
Bri took a deep breath and turned, leaning her back against the car. She let her jade eyes wander up to the transport then to the front of the building. They were moving him now, a lot less stricken looking, into the entrance.
She caught on to their expressions, almost of relief and triumph over the man. She guessed what she'd said really hit home, or at least made him contemplate something enough to not be so horrible to the people around him. Bri sighed and stepped away from the vehicle, determined to get Valen and take him home where he belonged.
Regardless of everything her body was telling her, her mind knew she had to save a friend. She couldn't let him rot here in this mental prison. She'd help him. Or she'd do her damnedest to try.
She quickened her pace and got almost past the transport when she realized that the Doctor was standing near the vehicle. She stopped and looked at the defeated man. Feeling just a twinge of regret for her words moments before, she faltered in front of him. She made eye contact and then regained her stature. She had a goal.
"What is it going to take, for me to take Valen home?"
Valen:
The doctor looks up at her disdainfully, sighing and reaching into his pile of things, he pulls out a soggy waiver. "This, sign this, it states that you will take full responsibility for his actions, and will be held accountable as his legal guardian." He thrusts the papers into her hands and walks off, sitting down against the tire of the transport truck.
"Let me go!!" Valen says as a guard runs and grabs the muzzle, walking up and putting it around Valen's mouth. He laughs softly and steps back, taking one of the poles again. How strong was the big bad wolf when he can't even blow the house down?
Valen's muffled cries were blotted out as the push him inside of the building. Valen gives, just letting his feet drag across the floor as they push him deeper into this place.
Just kill me now. It's what I deserve. Just get rid of me. Sedate me. Burn my body. Just don't put me somewhere I will never see the light of day again. Those were all of the words he would say if his voice would have been audible through the metal mask. There he goes, the one so many people regarded as hero, no matter how many people he killed today. He had saved a hundred times more.
Ambrielle:
Ambrielle took the waiver into her wet hands and pulled a pen from her purse. She immedietly signed it and placed it on top of all the other papers right inside the truck. She walked over to the front of him and placed a hand on his shoulder. In a much softer tone, she said loud enough for him to hear over the rain,
"I didn't mean what I said back there. I'm sorry. I don't know what I was talking about. It's just that, that man, is a friend and has been for a really long time. To hear him say those words to me...It just...ripped out my heart and I couldn't take all the heat. I'm sorry. Truly."
Without giving him a second glance, she stepped away and began up the stairs. Once she reached the entrance, her chills repositioned themselves about her body. She shivered once then continued on for the task at hand. She was taking him home. Wether he liked it or not. She just hoped he didn't kill her along the way.
Once she'd finally caught up to the medium sized group of men, she shouted, "Hey!" to get their attention and stopped just short of them. Her eyes stayed on the back of Valen's head as she spoke to them all.
"I've signed the responsibility waiver and I'm taking him into my custody. Remove everything restraining him and leave. NOW!"
She watched as all the men quickly but cautiously, got to work unlocking all of the metalwork Valen was entombed in. She did not smile. She did not laugh. She showed no emotion as he was released from his bond. She was praying for the best, but knowing of the worst. For all she knew, they could all be dead in a matter of moments.
Valen:
Valen feels the metal muzzle slips from his face, a groan escaping his lips. The bars disconnected one by one, followed by the metal cord connecting his limbs together with the shackled that covered his forearms and calves. Once again his body was supporting itself, this would have made him smile. But he wasn't in the mood to really smile. He had horridly insulted the woman who was liberating him from his bonds.
Valen turns to the nearest guard, the one with the duffel bag containing his effects. He pulls it from the man's arms, slipping the amulet around his neck, and clipping the sword to his waist. Cold chills creep up his spine in leaps and bounds, all of a sudden having the incredible urge to reach outwards and choke the life out of the man. His hand moves forward slowly, but he clenches a fist and pulls it back to his side. No.
"Thank you...Ambrielle.." He peers over at her, the bruises on his arms from the heavy steel bonds slowly fading. He turns to the door and walks through them, twitching the whole way, like a nervous tick. But it was more of, holding his hand back from rending the bodies of every living in a ten mile radius.
He no longer felt the urge to protect the innocent, not in the same way anyway. There was no such thing as innocence, everyone had done something to revoke the title that was 'innocent'. Everyone was guilty in their own way. He was leaving a bit less insane that he had been a few minutes ago, but he left a bit more human. Is it because he had discovered a new emotion? Had he ever felt true hatred?
No matter now, his body was tired, and there was a pillar just waiting for him to lean on. He shoots one final glance back through the doors before leaning the brunt of his weight against the wooden support beam on the porch. Was this what he had become? Was this what humanity had become? A bunch of rabid dogs all intent on destroying each other? It was all so damn funny to him, so why not be a parody of it? Show these people that they need a reason to help each other, and stop relying on everyone else to protect them.
He'd be a hero in his own way.
"Ambrielle...I'd like to leave this place..." He had to ask her, since he couldn't leave the premise without her at the moment. She was his legal guardian now, after all.
((This will be updated as the RP progresses))
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