Curtains Down [DE, R, Zack vs Iwamichi]

The Paris Opera
July 24th, 13:45:12 PM

Alvaro D'Alvade. The man was a legend amongst the community of opera singers. He was a man who put his all into his work, wishing for the greatest performance and the most applause. He was a man who demanded the lead roles, for he felt that non worked as hard as he could. His feelings were mostly based from fact, for singing in the opera was his life. It was all he cared about, all he lived to do. However, there was two major problems with the great Alvaro D'Alvade.

The first problem was his temper. Alvaro had an explosive, fiery, hateful temper. He saw nobody as his superior, was never satisfied with his fellow actors or director. Alvaro was blacklisted from many operas, and one of the only ones left he could perform at was the Paris Opera. His temper was controversial, and often called into question. Alongside the temper, his violence was well known. If a co-performer slipped up in Alvaros presence, the man would lash out. He had been arrested twice for assault, yet was able to get out prison and back into the Opera.

The second problem was that Alvaro was believed to be a child molester. While it was never proven, it was wildly believed he would molest and bed with both young boys and girls. Again, this had never been proven. In fact, it had never been a thought until the death of Rin Ashuachi. A thirteen year old girl who had testified in court about how Alvaro had kidnapped her, held her hostage in a warehouse, and regularly assaulted her both physically and sexually. However, there was a supreme lack of evidence to prove the girl was true. The case ended in Alvaro receiving no punishment. Rin died three days later. The official report of her death was suicide, however her parents believed it to be murder. And that was the reason they called the Organization, and placed an order.

Alvaro D'Alvade stood upon the stage, singing his heart out. The play he was rehearsing was a reenactment of Tosca, a play that premiered at Teatro Costanzi in Rome on 14 January 1900. The play was about Tosca and Cavaradossi who are in love. Scarpia, the police chief, is in love with Tosca and offers to spare Cavaradossi's life in exchange for her love. She agrees so Scarpia tells her, untruthfully, they will only pretend to execute Cavaradossi and gives her a safe passage pass, taking place in Rome 1800.

Alvaro had taken lead role, and was playing the role of Cavaradossi. The current scene was the execution, in which Alvaro was tied to a pole as a firing squad would take his (fictional) life. The executer was using a prop World War 2 gun, because for some reason the director of the show felt that it was a good decision to use futuristic firearms in the showing. One would guess the director did not know that Tosca took place in the eighteen hundreds.

Alvaro sung his beautiful voice, declaring his love for Tosca. He played the role of Cavaradossi, quite well. As the actor playing the executioner pointed the prop gun at Alvaro, he did not notice how much heavier the gun was than before. He pulled the trigger, and the BANG filled the stadium. The bang was no surprise, as blank rounds had been put into the gun. But, what was a surprise was the fact a bleeding hole had been punched through Alvaros head. The prop the actor had used, was in fact not a prop, but a real World War 2 pistol. What had happened?

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13:26:12 PM

The grey haired man adjusted his tie as he entered the operas lobby. The room was large, and full of people coming to see the rehearsals. The carpet was red, with gold square patterns. Columns decorated with flower like engraving surrounding the room as if they grew from the walls. The left side of the lobby was a booth for which one would put their coat for a ticket. At the head of the lobby was a dual stair case. The center of the stairs went up to a second level, while the sides would go down to a lower level. Sitting at front of the stair case was a golden statue of a roman soldier.

In the center of the lobby was a tour group being informed of the are by a security guard. The man who just entered mingled within the group, but it was as if he was not even there. He hid within the crowd like a chameleon, only being seen if being looked for. "S'il vous plaît, suivez-moi tout le monde. Je vais vous montrer autour de l'opéra, et vous racontera son histoire" the security guard said in a thick French accent as well as in French. The grey haired man understood what he said, but was not interested in learning about the history of the building. He had learned the buildings very layout the night before, to prepare for what he needed to do.

"Ce papier peint est venue d'une maison de vins à Paris" the officer said as he pointed around the room. He began to lead the group, taking them down the stairs to the lower level and down a hall. "Le tapis a été fabriqué à partir des mains d'un atelier clandestin des enfants" the man said as he lead the tour group further into the halls. They passed a bunch of men wearing carpenter outfits, working on painting walls and such. "Comme vous le voyez, les rénovations sont toujours en vigueur pour réparer les dégâts du feu provoqué" The officer said as he pointed at the workers.

"Excusez-moi, où est la salle de bain?" the man with the suit asked the officer. The man turned to the speaker and replied with "Retour de la façon dont nous sommes arrivés et la première porte sur la gauche. Devons-nous attendre pour votre retour?" the man asked. Zack shook his head and left the group. He wandered down the hall and into the bathroom. Once inside he let out a sigh. Speaking and understanding french was a headache. Such a confusing language.

Stepping into one of the stalls Zack opened his suit up. Inside was a World War 2 era pistol. Zack was here for one reason, to end the life of Alvaro D'Alvade. However, Zack could not just senselessly shoot or poison the man. No, he needed to do this quietly and with style. Closing his suite back up, Zack froze when he heard the restroom door open. "Fils de pute! Quel crétin, me disant que mon tournevis n'est pas assez grand. Je vais lui montrer! Bâtard stupide, toujours en cours et sur la façon dont beaucoup mieux son pistolet à clous est. Je vais lui montrer! Man, je dois pisser. Comment bien pire cette journée peut obtenir?" Zacks eyes raised as the man walked in, obviously flustered about something. Zack couldn't really understand the French, but this gave him an idea.

Opening up the stall door Zack walked up behind the man, as silent as a ghost. The construction worker was busy urinating, so he was focused on that. His surprise when Zacks arm wrapped around his throat caused his pee to spray the wall. Zack tightened his grip on the mans neck, to which he fought back against. However, Zack was stronger. He felt the man weakening, not fighting back as hard. The hitman quickly lessened his grip so he would not kill the man. Zack didn't have long. Tossing the man to the ground, Zack began to undress as quickly as he could. Before long, Zack had completely switched outfits, leaving his suit folded up in a vent with his other clothes. Zack and placed the World War 2 pistol in his new outfit.

Leaving the bathroom, Zack took a look back as he adjusted his newly acquired hat. He left the unconscious man in one of the stoles. Zack was now wearing a bleached white outfit, and the hat would hide his face. He then began his stroll through the opera. Passing by people, other workers, and even guards, the outfit Zack wore let people know he worked there. Nobody asked, nobody even looked at him. Zack made his way into the back of the opera, passing through a huge crowd of workers. He would say hello in French or another language, depending on the person.

"et je vous dis que je ne m'inquiète pas! Je ne m'inquiète pas si ce sont les meilleurs que vous pouvez louer, ils sont pitoyables! Vous appelez ces imbéciles acteurs? Je les appelle les poubelles! Ce script est absolument horrible, ça ne me donne pas assez de célébrité! Où est le putain de restauration, je veux que mes biscuits?" shouted a very angry french accent. Zack headed towards the source of the sound, peeking through a closed door to the back of the stage. Sure enough, it was his target, Alvaro D'Alvade. The man was arguing with his director about the actors and the script. Zack noticed the man playing the executioner did not have his gun. Zack had to move.

Moving away from the door, Zack used his memory of the layout to guide him towards the dressing rooms. Peering in through the curtains of each room, Zack spotted the prop World War 2 pistol. Entering the room Zack pulled out the real one and switched it with the prop, placing the fake inside his wardrobe. Following that, Zack left. He returned to the bathroom and switched his clothes back out. Once fully dressed the man left the bathroom, adjusting his tie and decided to go watch his handiwork.

Taking a seat in the auditorium with other visitors, Zack watched as the play unfolded before his eyes. "Pour elle, l'amour est le mien! Mais ce soir, je meurs pour elle, afin qu'elle puisse fuir Rome en toute sécurité!" Zacks target sung from his position on the pole. Everything was going normally. From some hidden cue, the executioner drew the firearm, pointed it at Alvaro, and pulled the trigger. A small smile formed on Zacks face as his eyes were hidden by his hair.

The sound of the bang filled the auditorium. Everything was silent. "Oh mon dieu" the executioner said. Alvaros body hit the ground, the sound of the thump filled the auditorium. A pool of blood formed beneath his head, leaking from the newly formed hole. Finally, someone screamed the word, "Meurtrier!" People began to scream as the man began to say it wasn't his fault. Zack calmly got to his feet and exited the auditorium through one of the side doors. The mission was a success, and he needed to report it in. People were shouting as they ran for the exits, the police trying to calm them down. Zack made his way to the back, wanting to find a secondary exit or a emergency exit. From his coat he pulled out a ear piece, a sort of bluetooth like headset. Pressing a button in it, Zack heard one word. "Report" "Target has been dealt with, exactly as the contract requested." Zack replied. "Good job 75, please report to the dead drop location for your payment."[/b] the call disconnected. Zack placed the ear piece in his suit before turning around, and looking right at the person who had just heard him. Son of a bitch

The people within the Opera were screaming, shouting, hollering in French. They all wanted to flee, thinking that each one of them would die in that theatre. Humans really acted like cowardly sheep sometimes. Honestly, it was funny how humans could act. They gather around bodies of water to relax and have fun, they get aggressive they get hungry, and the need to breed is extremely strong in them. These panicking people only further proved that humans could act like mindless animals. Fear was a powerful motivator.

The hitman stood staring up at the woman who floated before him. Yes, floated. This woman was floating in the air, though to be fair it looked more like she was standing rather than levitating. Zack stared up at her with a completely confused and surprised face. Is she...floating? Maybe it's a stage prop, some sort of cable or wires. I don't remember Tosca having a need for something like that, maybe she's with the renovation crew?[/i] Zack pondered as the look of shock vanished, replaced with that emotionless, tired, expression of his.

His eyebrow raised when the woman confronted him then said her line. Advancement?[/i] her statement had confused him, but now was not the time for this. The woman was coming at him! And fast as well. She moved at his same level of speed, meaning Zack was going to have to watch himself. As the woman came at him she seemed to jump at him. How could she jump if she was floating? Her lunge suddenly turned into a full blown kick in which came at him in a downward slam. Zack quickly leapt to the right, out of the way of the kick.

Rather than standing there and waiting for Iwas next attack,the hitman went through a door. The hallway they where in had various doors to various rooms or other hallways. Two nights before the night, Zack had spent a good portion of the day scoping the Opera out as well as reading up on the acquired blue prints of the structure. The door Zack had gone through would bring him to a staircase, leading to the lower levels of the building where the construction crew had set up shop at. The man knew he had no time to stop, so he quickly flew down the stairs and broke into a sprint once reaching the ground.

What was that? A woman floating? That made no sense at all, how was that even possible?[/i] was all Zack could think of. He wet his lips as he rounded a corner, opened a second door, and stepped inside. It was another part of the lower area. Zack believed this room to be directly underneath the stage. Normally Zack wouldn't be here, he would be long gone. However, Zack was going to retrieve the World War 2 pistol. If Iwamichi was in did real, somehow, he needed something to deal with her.

In no way would Zack kill her, she was a innocent civilian after all whos sense of justice was leading her down a path of which ended in pain. Zack wouldn't kill her, but having a gun would give him power over the woman. He could force her to her knees, then strike her on one of the bodies weak points to render her unconscious. Even if Iwa described Zack to local authorities, there wasn't much that could be done. Zacks employers could easy take hold of such evidence and destroy it.

The assassin noted a chute going from the ground to the roof. The top of the chute was open, revealing the ceiling of the auditorium. Zack was ended under the stage, and he could climb the chute to reach the stage. The rest of the room was quite large and spacious, covered in various props with a variety of tools scattered about. However, rather than climbing the chute Zack had a different idea. He spotted a hammer by his foot so he quickly grabbed a hold of it. A hammer was better than nothing, right? He didn't need to worry about finger prints since he wore gloves.

With this hammer, Zack could easily render Iwamichi unconscious if he needed to. Zack then moved behind one of the stage props, hiding himself from sight of the door. The prop he hid behind was something of a door, allowing Zack to easily stand with his back to it. He had a feeling the woman did not give up. She had stated earlier than attacking Zack had to do with her advancement. So, this made Zack think of a few things. Could this woman be some sort of enemy agent? Could this advancement mean she was being paid for this? Did someone send her after me?[/i] and what was with that floating she pulled earlier. Maybe she jumped from one of the balconies above? It would make sense, despite it being incredibly stupid. People cannot float, fly, or levitate. It's impossible[/i]

A memory from the past forced it's way into his head. A remembering of the arguments Zack would have with his parents. Arguments about how he used to see ghosts. No.[/i] Zack forced back the memory and suppressed it. That part of his life was over, he was better. The man let out a silent exhale as he began to slowly grind his teeth. How was he going to get out of this? The Opera did have a few extra exits, but Zack was going to have to deal with this crazed woman right now.

Would she even check this room? Zack had not truly given her much time for a chase. After dodging her attack he had entered a very close door, flew down a flight of stairs, sprinted down a short hall, opened a door and was now hiding in the shadows. If Iwamichi could find him, even he would be slightly impressed by that. But, if Iwamichi DID find him he could make sure she would regret it. The man was going to give the woman fifteen seconds to find him. If the fifteen seconds went up, he was moving on and escaping.

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Eleven one thousandth[/i] Zack counted mentally. He had given the woman fifteen seconds. Fifteen seconds to come close to finding him, otherwise Zack would escape. Only fifteen seconds. That truly was not a lot of time to give someone playing hide and seek. However, this was not a game. This was a serious issue. This was a issue that risked Zacks entire career, and could possibly lead him to life imprisonment if he could be linked back to any other jobs.

The door was suddenly kicked in, causing Zack to freeze up. Had she found him, or was she just kicking in doors? The probability of the second one was next to none. So, chances where she was in here. Zack heard a commotion by the door, the sound of hurried footsteps, then silence. Yup, she was here. Zack remained silent, not making a sound as he listened for any sound. He did hear something. The sound of scrapping, a very odd metalic scrapping sound before it went quiet. The hitman had heard the sound before, but trying to remember what it was exactly was rather difficult.

Alright...what now?[/i] Zack thought as he adjusted his grip on the hammer. He was running a few scenarios through his head, pondering which course of action would be the best one. There was the option of grabbing another object, throwing it at her and then slamming into her when she was distracted. Another option was to wait for the woman to come closer to him during her inspection of the room, but doing that would leave her especially open for a sneak attack from the assassin. What Zack truly wanted, however, was a gun.

For what reason would an enemy agent be sent after me?[/i] Zack pondered. He still believed Iwamichi to be another hitman from a separate agency. I haven't made any enemies I am aware of. Plus, if this was simply me being fired I would have gotten a red card. I never got one. Is this just coincidence or am I being targeted?[/i] Zack thought as he adjusting his grip on his hammer. Using the shadows and stealth, Zack took a quick peek at Iwamichi. To fast for Iwamichi to spot him, but it gave Zack a good enough look at what Iwamichi had in her hand. A fucking katana? What is she some samurai wannabe?[/i] Zack thought as he licked his lips and began to grind his teeth.

What is she doing?[/i] Zack pondered as he got another peak at the woman. He got a glimpse of her looking behind props, yet not coming anywhere close to where he himself had hidden. Zack narrowed his eyes as he tightened his grip on his hammer, getting ready strike if she came to close. However, Iwamichi then back tracked to the door of the room. Zack became slightly confused by her actions. Was she scared of running into him? Either way, her actions caused confusion and discomfort in Zack. Why had she just given up simply searching for him? What exactly was this one eyed woman planning now?

Zack got his answer, but in the worst way possible. Upon slamming the door shut she said something that made Zack even more confused. She told him to come out and fight. Why would he do that? He wasn't trying to fight, he was trying to escape. But this woman had just put him in a situation that would most likely force him to fight her. If Iwamichi hadn't shut that door then Zack could have had a easy way out, but now he was going to have to be forced to either incapacitate her or kill her. What is she doing now?[/i] Zack wondered as he suddenly saw her leap towards the chute that lead up to the stage. The man let out a slight and silent gasp as he saw her break the chute, therefore not allowing Zack to get up it. What is she doing!?[/i] Iwamichis actions caused a great deal of concern for Zack. His eyes widened as he saw her destroy the chute, his best chance to get up onto the stage.

She's...stronger than she looks.[/i] The assassin noticed that despite the smallness of her body, she packed quite the wallop. What was the woman doing now? Zack raised an eyebrow as he saw her head towards one of the rooms support beams. When Iwamichi brought her sword to a striking position, the assassins eyes widened as he realized what she was going to do. She isn't-[/i] but she did. Iwamichi attack the support beams, breaking one of them before heading towards the second one. This woman really was trying to kill Zack! The assassin let out a "tch" sound as Iwamichi destroyed a fourth support beam. Zack heard the groan of the ceiling before the room began to cave in. Luckily, it was the other side of the room that Zack was on that caved in first. A large portion of the stage fell through, causing Zack to gasp slightly.

Is she going to bring down the entire stage?![/i] Zack thought in panic. He hard a loud crack directly above him. Without even thinking or checking, Zack moved. He moved from behind his cover. He moved from behind his cover and out into plain sight. Iwamichi would get to see him, just for a second before the area behind Zack caved in, clouding the room in dust and debri. Zack moved through the props, heading for the door. However, a large piece of stage fell directly in front of Zack. The man covered his face with his arm, then heard the sound of something small bouncing off the wood. A single glance gave Zack the sight of the very thing he had been hoping to get.

The World War 2 pistol bounced into the prop room right in front of the hitman. WIthout a moments hesitation the man grabbed a hold of it and leapt over the wood. Iwamichi would most likely be trying to avoid being crushed, plus this entire thing had happened in just a few moments time. Zack was directly across the room from Iwa, his back to the door, and the gun pointed directly at her. Time seemed to slow down as Zack looking down the sights of the firearm. Even the debris seemed to stop as Zack tightened his grip on the trigger. I'm sorry[/i]. Killing people he was not paid to kill always left a sour taste in Zacks mouth, and would give him stomach cramps later, but this was something he had no choice to do. This woman was out to get him.

The BANG filled the room. Immediately after Zack pulled the trigger there was the sound. For a brief second, sadness filled Zacks eyes as he had to come to accept what he had just done. But immediately, those eyes became full of confusion. Iwamichi was still there, with no wound on her. The bullet, being made of human world materials and not of any spiritual material or of spiritual power, and simply passed right through her. Zack didn't have time to think because a large section of stage suddenly fell between the two, cutting Iwa off from Zack. The assassin turned and slammed into the door. The door was ripped off its hinges due to Zacks athletic strength. The prop door was buried beneath the stage as Zack let out a cough as he stumbled into the hallway.

She had to have been crushed underneath the rubble, there was no way she could have survived that. What...was that?[/i] Zack thought as the scene replayed in his head. He had felt the kick of the gun, saw the bullet for just a moment, and then saw it pass right through Iwamichi as if she had been a hologram. There was no way that was possible. Maybe the gun jammed, or the bullet missed? No, there was no way Zack could have missed at that range. He was an expert with firearms, especially handguns, and at that range Zack could have shoot the wings of a fly while it moved. The hitman looked down at his gun in confusion, before returning his gaze to the door of the now destroyed prop room.

What!?[/i] Zack mentally shouted as he saw the woman come through the rubble and straight at Zack. No, literally, this woman came straight through the rubble. Was Zacks eyes deceiving him? No, they couldn’t have been. The assassin had strong eyes, he could tell that she did not go around any of the rubble. She literally went through them like they were not there. How did she? What was she? What was this…thing? Zack never got to formulate a hypothesis. The woman attacked him. She had swung her weapon straight through the wall. How? How did her weapon just go through the wall!? How was this woman breaking the laws of physics!? Instinctively, Zack raised his arm up into a defensive position. Years of conditioning in the army, mercenary work, and assassinations caused Zacks body to jump into a defense position.

”ERAAAAAAAAAGH!” Zack shouted, closing his eyes and tensing up as he felt Iwamichis sword cut straight into his arm. Why was her sword not stopping? Zack had brought her arm up at the wrong time, or maybe the right time to save a gut cut, but Iwamichis sword was cutting into Zackarys arm. Zack lunged forward, grabbing Iwamichis sword hand with his good hand to stop the swing. Zack was stronger than her, and his adrenaline was pumping to its max. He pushed Iwamichis so her sword pulled free from Zacks arm. He let out another roar as he lifted Iwamichis sword arm up and delivered a powerful kick right into her sternum. Following that attack Zack let go and pulled away from the women, clutching his bleeding arm.

”What…what the fuck..” he groaned as blood dripped all over the floor, his suite, and his arm. He turned his gaze back to Iwamichi, right before he was grabbed by the throat. ”A-aaack!” he managed to get out as he grabbed her arm. Zack was strong enough to pull himself free from her, but she gave him no time. A new pain. A new pain that caused Zacks eyes to widen. He felt a cold burn in his chest followed by that stinging pain. Looking down he saw her sword in his chest. Something of a hiccup followed by a spray of blood escaped his mouth. Time seemed to slow down yet again as Zack returned his gaze to the woman. His eyes were not of fear, they were not of hate. Rather, they were of confusion. How did this woman do what she did? Zack looked at her like she was an alien creature.

”W-who….what…a-are you…?” Zack managed to say before everything went dark. He felt his life bleeding away as the darkness surrounded him, whisking him away to unconsciousness. Darkness, coldness, emptiness. Wait, was that a sound? How much time had passed. Am…am I dead?[/i] Zack thought. Iwamichi would be gone by now. Zack was still in the opera house, lying on the floor. He had been found by arriving law enforcement and paramedics. Emergency first aid had kept Zack from dying. The sounds he was hearing was people talking in French. He heard the sound of driving, of sirens, of machinery. The people spoke in rushed French, they spoke in panic. Zack heard a beeping. Zack heard a slow beeping. ” Nous sommes le perdre!” one of the voices shouted. Zack didn’t know what he said. It wasn’t long until Zack had once again lost awareness of the sounds.

The darkness brought memories. The cold emptiness brought memories of things Zack had been keeping suppressed, hidden away from himself. A subway station. A subway station on a January night. The air was cold, unnaturally cold. The crowd was screaming and running. Two figures did not run. One in a long trench coat with a steaming gun pointed straight ahead. At the figures feet was a body. A body of a woman lying face down on the tiled floor. A single hole straight through the back of the heart. The man bent down and placed a hand on her shoulder. He turned her over and when he saw her face he wailed. ”NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” it was a pained yell. A horrid yell. A yell of a life shattering.

Zack suddenly gasped as he sat up. He instantly regretted it. His head collided with anothers, causing both a wave of pain across Zacks body as well as his forehead. ”Well, he is awake! I hope you didn’t give yourself a concussion young man! My god this hurts! Putain de merde your head is hard!” the man said. Zack opened his eyes and instantly took in every detail of the room. Light shades of colors with some green. Two chairs in the corner with a small table. TV on the wall. A window to the left. A IV to the right with a tube that allowed liquid into Zacks arm. And Zack was in a bed. Hospital. Zack was in a hospital. Was it a police hospital? With a quick gasp Zack looked at his arm. It was bandaged up heavily. With his good hand Zack placed a hand on his chest. He winced as he felt pain from the pressure. ” Oh seigneur will you stop that? You might hurt yourself!” The doctor said. The man was middle aged with a balding head. Zack was panting and looked at the man. ”W-where…where am I?” Zack asked. ”Calm down young man, you are fine. You are at the Beaujon Hospital.” the doctor said.

There was a knock on the door. Both men in the room turned towards the sound, and Zack almost shit a brick. Two police officers stood in the doorway. ” Excusez-moi docteur, mais s'il est éveillé nous avons quelques questions à lui poser.” the officer said to the doctor. Oh bon Dieu puisse vous pas lui donner quelques minutes pour reprendre son souffle et de rassembler ses pensées? Nous l'avons presque perdu et maintenant qu'il vient de se réveiller vous voulez lui poser des questions poser? Que le pauvre homme se reposer un peu!.” the doctor annoyingly responded. Zack raised an eyebrow and raised his hand in the doctors direction. ”It is fine if they wish to ask me a few questions. I would be happy to help.” the man responded. He needed to be careful.

The black officer shrugged, walked in, grabbed one of the two chairs and placed it to the right of Zacks bed and sat down. ”Sir, my name is Officer Adam. I am with the Paris Police force and we need to ask you a few questions.” the man said. Zack nodded. ”We found you in the Paris Opera house, on the same day that a murder happened, are you aware of this.? Zack nodded. ”Yes, I had been there to take the tour. I am visiting from America and wanted to see the opera house. I did see the murder, how the actor had shot the other actor.” Zack said. So far he was still telling, mostly, the truth. ”Do you mind telling us why you were down in the basement, sir? An area off limits to visitors?” Adam asked with a clearly skeptical voice. Zack had to say this just right, so he looked away and put on a face like he was trying to recall what happened. ”I had separated from the main group to go to the restroom, and on the way back I decided to cut through the auditorium. I saw my group was in there, and decided to sit down and watch the rehersals. I saw what happened. During the rush to get out, I saw…her.” Zack lied. Zack was lying, but he was lying well. The officer was writing everything down. ”Her?” Adam asked.

”Yes, her. I saw a woman just…calmly walking away from the crowd. The others were screaming and shoving…she just walked away. I grew suspicious, my inner human nature to try and do right kicked in. I followed her, and approached her. That’s when I saw her sword. I saw her sword which he tried to kill me with.” Zack said, rubbing his injured arm. ”What did she look like?” ”She…had light blue hair and an eye patch.” Zack told them. ”A…eye patch?” Adam asked, raising an eyebrow. ”Yes a eye patch.” Zack said calmly and matter of factly. Adam shrugged and wrote it down. ”Alright…well…I think this is enough for now. We may or may not be in contact soon. We hope you recover quickly sir.” Adam said, giving Zack a good pat on the back before getting up and leaving. The doctor followed after them after asking if Zack needed anything, who declined.

Once they were gone Zack turned to the window, his expression turning to one of sheer anger. Who was that?[/i] Zack thought as he clinched his fist, his good fist, his forehead quivering from his anger. How dare she do this to him. Mysterious woman…you had better go deep. I swear, you had better hide so well I can never find you. Because when I do, I am going to personally watch you squirm in pain.[/i] Zack thought angrily. For a split second, during that fight with the woman, Zack had felt something squirming inside of him…wanting to come out.


OOC: Congrats on your victory Iwa! End of thread.