MASS BREAKOUT (OPEN)

[ENIGMA THE PLAGUEBRINGER]

Drip. Drop.

Within the darkest corners of Scar Prison, a plan that had been forming for the past few months took effect. Crimson blood stained the wall in erratic patterns as one guard dropped giving no more warning than a gurgling cough as his throat quickly filled with blood. Bare feet stepped over the guards twitching body leaving bloody footprints through the halls of Scar Prison. It wasn't long till more guards came and discovered his body chasing down the macabre bread crumbs left by one of the prisoners. An intense wheezing came from Enigma as he struggled with his breathing. He hadn't long and he needed his mask, the poison of oxygen filling his lungs slowly as it pulled a grip on him slowly suffocating him. He had about 40 seconds before he would drop and convulse into the shock. But 40 seconds was more than enough time, he hobbled running straight for the area. The lockup for maximum security where they had put his stuff on his entering trip in. He praised the goddess he had locked away that information when he first got here. Every step made him feel like his old self again. His hair which had grown long, and his body affected by malnutrition. He barely remembered his time at the prison, feeling like just a really bad dream.

He finally arrived at lockup, smiling at it he mentally checked his time citing that he had twenty-six seconds before it all went sour. Mustering the strength and controlling his intake of the poisonous air he reconstructed his arm into a sharpened sword limb extending it six feet in front of it impaling the door. The alarm immediately sounded but it was too late he already got what he came for. The darkness would be here any minute his call amassing a large army of them into the area. Content that his arm was deep enough through the door. His impaling armed morphed extending out hook like appendages to locked into the back of the door. Testing the hold for a moment, he pulled his arm back ripping the door from the frame and tossing it down the hallway behind him. He smiled. Ten seconds later, and he had found it. His clothes and gas mask. Adjusting the gas mask, he felt a familiar click of his C02 ran through filling his lungs with precious breathable gas. Putting the rest of the equipment on he felt like he had recovered his skin. Looking at himself he decided he needed to clean himself up. Taking a moment, his hair shortened going receding back into his head until it was a short and messy. His hair changing hues from a deep black to a bright blue. His body reconstructing to a more filled and average build, his exposed ribs filling up with natural muscles once more. He felt like a new person.

He began heading towards the desired extraction point, on his previous run he had located the shortest distant from the prison to the outside area. He strolled allowing large black tendril to expand from his back carrying him in a fast spider like motion. If he had called it right, then they would be arriving right- But his thought couldn't finish as the wall next to him was ripped apart by two large darkness type creatures. He nodded a silent thank to his brothers, proceeding into the prison yard. The darkness already overrunning the place. "Our goddess Oscura wants this prison broken out. More scum and chaos for the humans to deal with. Release every prisoner, kill the guards, and all those who would not immediately escape." The darkness regarded his order for a second and then swarmed into the prison. They didnt listen to him rather the goddess, but seeing as he was the current extension of her blade they would regard him for now. He had returned, Enigma was free to operate once more. He noted around the area, he would oversee the breakout and take care of any Chasers that would arrive.

[Sparrow Wrightworth]

    It had been a relatively quiet night for Sparrow up until his evening walk past the Argi City prison. The cool night air clashed slightly with his warm skin, the moonlight loyally reflecting on his snow white hair as it did the nights before. There was something somehow...off tonight, thus initiating the walk out in the first place. The young man never knew what to call it - a premonition perhaps - but he always happened to be in the right place when disaster broke out. Checking his phone, he noted a few casual messages and replied to them dutifully, and then quickly placed his phone back in his vest pocket.

    Looking at the front gates of the prison, Sparrow contemplated going inside. He hadn't paid any visits to his captives in a while, and it was possible they might have "remembered" some information they'd "forgotten". Approximately 20 percent of the current inmates were inside due to his intervention, but he never really thought to boast such a meager feat. There were many confused, misguided, or simply immoral people within this city and the world at large, and it was Sparrow's goal to right as many wrongs as he could in the time he had.

    It was when he got to the road barricades that he knew something had went wrong. The gate officers were worriedly talking on their radios, looks of panic on their faces as the word "Enigma" slipped from their lips. Further inside, alarm bells had begun to ring, signalling an escaped convict of at least medium threat or higher. Placing one thread on one of his knives, Sparrow Wrightworth quickly took his phone and called the police station, notifying them of his involvement in the situation and requesting back up. Looking back to the city streets, the young man saw citizens walking a few blocks away, along with a few vehicles. Speeding towards them, Sparrow attached his threads quickly to the vehicles closest to himself, placing them in front of the prison in order to create a sort of barricade to prevent convicts from having an easier time from getting out into the city streets. He also moved dumpsters and fences from alleyways to block their entrances, as they were classic getaways for criminal activity.

    At this point, Sparrow thought to keep his distance in order to have a clear view of the entrance and sides of the prison, with reasonable accessibility to each opening in case of confrontation with officers and convicts. It was best to simply wait, in order to try and prepare himself for this "Enigma" character that seemed to be a significant threat to Argi City at large.

[ENIGMA THE PLAGUEBRINGER]

After a few moments of the initial breakout, there were already more police officers bunching up at the entrance attempting to keep control of the situation but Enigma knew the truth. They kept outside because it was the only place they could control, not for long though. As darkness freed many of convicts, chaos drenched the prison. The darkness fed on just as many as let go. Terror spread as darkness forces slowly gathered in the courtyard. He noticed that in the matter of minutes it took for the breakout to occur that opposing forces had already erected a barricade of cars, dumpsters, and misshaped objects.

He smiled and noted that an individual was to blame for the quick erection of a barricade, a Chaser, how quaint. He knew that the vermin would be out eventually and here to stop the chaos he was going to cause. But it was futile to exist. His plague had already begun to spread throughout the area, he stepped his foot sinking into an officer who was rotting in boils and fungal infections that writhed beneath him. He took a deep breathe and smiled underneath in glee. His power was coming back just nicely. Even the darkness in the area had been affected with the plague although they enjoyed the infection it strengthened them, being cut from the same cloth that he had it fueled them just fine.

He honed in on the chaser that led the forces, prisoners began making a sprint for the exit. He took the moment to wretch his arm into a huge claw ripping a piece of the prison wall from it's structure. Weighing the boulder sized piece in his corrupt hand he tossed it directly at the barricade. The boulder slammed moving a piece of the barricade out. He took a step off the body and proceeded slowly with two brutes in turn towards the barricade. He would lead the city into it's damnation and he would start his trail of blood with the beings before him.

"Simply accept the new order. Let Oscura sing you into an eternal sleep."

[Nicolette Van-Houseton]

Nikki walked down the street, her short blonde hair lightly blowing in the cool breeze. Today’s adventure had gone very well and she was headed home to eat something and read a bit before bed. She didn’t usually take this route, but it was nice out, it had begun to get warmer and she wanted to take the long way. The way she had taken allowed her to enjoy the warmish night for a bit longer. Despite the chill of the wind, it was quite pleasant. There weren’t many people on the route it seemed. This didn’t bother her much, as it made the walk more peaceful. The silence of the wilderness was always much more satisfying than the hustle and bustle of the city. Even if Argi wasn’t the biggest, busiest city, there always seemed to be something happening. People moving from place to place, almost always in a hurry to get to their destination.

Sighing, Nikki shrugged and continued on. As she neared the prison she began to feel uneasy. She always felt unfortable near the prison, but this time it was different. It felt wrong, and then got closer. Seeing the barricades made her instantly on guard, looking about she put a hand on the dagger at her belt. This couldn’t be good, but she had to help, it was her job right? She was going to be a Chaser eventually, she had to help out when she could. Nikki quickened her pace into a jog and then began to run before full on sprinting towards the road barricades that the guards had set up. When she saw other barricades beginning to form, she knew another Chaser must be close by. That was good, she should find them. Nicolette wasn’t very good on her own, but if she could be there to assist a Chaser, then that would be good enough. Wind rushed past her ears as she ran, looking about in search of the Chaser, the barricades they had built would hopefully hold out long enough for backup to arrive, or at least for the problem to be mostly contained.

Reaching the road blocks, she stopped abruptly. The officer standing guard looked down at her and shook his head, hurriedly gesturing at her to leave. “Kid you gotta get outta here, it’s unsafe. There’s been a prison break. Hurry up, the prisoners are out of control and there’s no telling what they’ll do if they get this far.” At that moment his radio crackled to life, relaying information to him and in turn Nicolette. “Darkness have begun to swarm the area, we have to get you out of here now.”

Nicolette frowned and shook her head at him, ducking past him to get closer to the prison. The situation did not look good and she knew she would probably need backup, so she pulled out her phone. The officer ran up behind her and pulled on her arm, yelling at her about her safety being important and how she needed to get home and stay home until things were cleared up. Ignoring him, she scrolled through her contact list until she found who she was looking for and sent a quick text.

Nicolette>Sparrow At prison, situation dangerous. Might need backup if you’re available. If not, don’t worry about it.

She shrugged off the officer’s hand, mumbling something to him about her being a Chaser, sort of, and she was here to help. He gave her a skeptical look, but didn’t leave his post as she jogged towards the prison. A boulder went flying, hitting the makeshift barrier that had been created by who Nikki assumed was a Chaser. She headed towards the source of the throw, it seemed that whoever had started all of this wasn’t playing nice. Oh well, she was sure she could handle that, with a little help. She ran along the side of the prison and hid around a corner, peering around, she saw a mass of darkness moving towards the prison. That wasn’t normal by any standards, so unless Oscuro was here,which she really hoped she wasn’t, then that shouldn’t be possible.

(I am so so sorry if this is crappy. I am trapped in a house with loud, energetic, small children and I had a hard time trying to concentrate. I promised to check out your thread and I finally did and I joined and here I am and I am sorry.)

[Sparrow Wrightworth]

    It appeared the situation inside was not getting any better. He could see a few straggling prisoners struggling to get past the guards as they moved forward slowly, like a virus aiming to spread through a system. However, there was something very wrong about this breakout. It wasn't chaotic in the right sense. In most cases, clashing personalities often led to everyone scrambling to get out in groups, based off of the agreements made prior. Yet these prisoners almost moved in a uniform chaos, all trying to move away from the same point of origin with equal intensity. He had only seen that kind of intensity in some life-threatening cases he had worked on, and even then it was never with this magnitude of people. What kind of motivation is making seasoned criminals run for their lives?

    At the second that Sparrow heard a scream echo through the air, he got his answer. Darkness had begun to infest the area. It was unnatural, even by the goddess Oscura's standards of attacks. Was someone manipulating them? No, that was impossible. No human could ever control...

    Sparrow stopped his thought dead in its tracks. A slight tremor shook in his hand that he hadn't had in eight years, not ever since the fire that took his entire family. Gripping his hand firmly, Sparrow ordered himself to stop it at once. After a few seconds, the shaking subsided, but the feeling remained. Was it the same person as that day? Certainly someone had taken care of that monster by now, if not him, some other capable Chaser...

    His thoughts were interrupted by a text. Hurriedly opening it, he saw it was from Nicki. He quickly messaged her back, "Get in here. Quickly. Get anyone else that you can find available. We are not facing a human."

    Placing his phone back in his pocket, Sparrow sped through hundreds of scenarios in his mind. Maybe he could go in and manipulate the Darkness... no, he'd get surrounded and hit by a Razor from the side. Perhaps he could take some of the officers' guns and initiate a mobile artillery technique he had been working on... no, that would increase the loss of life. Sparrow cursed his own indecisiveness and slowly reached for his three daggers, Valor, Wisdom and Joy. He had promised himself he would fight these creatures, even if it meant risking his life. If he were to die here, at the hands of this monster... he would have to trust that Luz would take care of the rest.

    Sparrow would remain outside for now, where he still had control, and would slowly assert his control into the chaotic vortex. He would weave threads of order and cut the threads of chaos, such was the title of his Grandmaster's Threads. Three Darkness escaped from the barricade and came charging toward Sparrow, claws unsheathed and fangs bared. With a simple flick of his wrist, Sparrow walked right past them. Each one stopped in its tracks, shaking slightly. With a small breath, Sparrow uttered a few simple words, "Return to the dust from whence you came, and never plague this world again."

    The Darkness scattered to the wind, absolutely decimated by his cuts. Turning back to the barricade, he could see the police officers fighting desperately to maintain control. He was pathetic, worrying about his life when those who did not even had gifts were fighting bravely to protect the city. With a bitter smile on his face, he called out to them, knives poised to fight, "Do not stop now! Help is on the way, and I will do what I can to aid you. These monsters feed on fear, so why should we give them any?!? Laugh at their weakness, and we will fight them! We swore to protect this city, and that is what we're going to do, damn it!"

    Looking back, hopeful that more Chasers would arrive, Sparrow prayed a small prayer, "Luz help us."

    With that, he moved forward, attacking any Darkness that crept through. The prisoners could be dealt with later, as they could just as easily be killed by the Darkness, too. He couldn't give up - not now, not ever, even to his last breath. Sparrow's resolve had been revived, and now he was ready to fight.

[ENIGMA THE PLAGUEBRINGER]

Horror continued to spread throughout the prison area as more and more people began showing up to the area. Even the police officers seemed to be in awe and total fear of the situation and the darkness grew off of it. As the hole widened in Scar Prison and more and more prisoners took off, the darkness started to grow even more. His task at hand was create a fear field. A place of absolute terror that would only grow the power that he had as well as the darkness. Oscura would appreciate his chaos although his upfront actions may have been different for the back-hand dealings of the goddess.

He noted the body count in his head, thirty-four officers, and fifty-eight prisoners mostly killed by the darkness and those that weren't were raging in agony as the plague overtook them. Enigma cracked a gleeful smile as their cries of pain echoed into the night sky. He looked at the chasers that were taken up point, they formed a final barrier in order to contain the chaos. Staying on the sidelines waiting for the situation to get better before it gets worse. That would simply not do for him. He raised his hands pointing it at the barricade as everything went silent for a moment, the darkness stopped, the prisoners stopped, only the sound of cries in pain still went. The darkness noted him and in union they all were filled with the same directive.

Charge.

Darkness began having a full march onto the barricade. He followed as the brutes at his head side took up defensive positions. Enigma was slowly but surely closing the gap, darkness had already reached the front line. He eyed the chaser, who for a moment froze when their eyes came in contact. Something about this one, his own personal fear fueling him. Now was the moment, now was the start of Oscura's conquest. He had died many years ago as a human and now he was reborn as a god. His body began to morph, it was time to fully reacquaint himself with his abilities. Enigma began biologically restructuring himself. His body filling itself with black armor like skin. His one arm transforming into a large claw the other arm into a long appendage with a hole neatly created at the end. It was a minor transformation in his book, only a few things needed to be weaponized but it would be enough for this performance.

Enigma look towards the sky noting that a news helicopter had flown overhead and began encircling the area. He wondered how he looked on their televisions, for once something real was being broadcasted. It was exactly the affect he wanted for the prison outbreak was only a fraction of his plan, his real plan was to spread fear. For every person that was afraid, the darkness grew, Oscura grew, and he as well grew. The Chasers were designed to stop fear, to bring peace and calmness to the false world they lived in. But they never had to try for anything, the Chasers never had to build anything up they were merely peacekeepers and not champions of order. They never had to resurrect a world from the original darkness. They had grown complacent. All of this that Luz had created would be drenched in an instant at the real power Oscura had created.

Enigma raised his hand and pointed it into the sky. While he enjoyed all the attention he really hated broadcast tv. Hopefully this next action would prove more powerful than any words he could say. His arm extended in it's claw form, the helicopter had just been low enough to enter into his threat range. He silently counted how many. Two pilots, two camera operators? Four people. A reasonable casualty he noted as the claw grabbed ahold the helicopter. He felt a jerk as it tried to take him up with him. That would not be the case as he began to swing the helicopter around and around it's axis thrown off as it could only follow where he pulled it.

He knew at this point the cameras were still on, he hoped the audience at home enjoyed the show. When he felt that there was enough speed he merely quipped "You've been cancelled." He threw the helicopter vertically down into the barricade and the various officers and chasers that had gathered. Releasing his arm at the last second, the helicopter exploded into a massive fireball that engulfed every person within the helicopter and possibly many more. He laughed as he began to pick up the pace. The ground beneath him rotting on every step. "Oscura do you see this! See what I have become!"

[Sparrow Wrightworth]

    There was a silent horror in Sparrow. Everyone around him was now writhing in agony. A helicopter had been taken out of the sky, killing many in its explosion. There was a new feeling stirring within him. No longer did the tactician feel fear or timidity. It was rage. Quiet, brewing, righteous rage at the destruction being caused by this monster. Truly, no guilt could be felt in fighting the fiend. For one to have mercy, one had to had compassion. For compassion, humanity. With humanity, life. If there was any human at any point in this "Enigma", it certainly had passed already. There was no holding back now. In all honesty, Sparrow felt relieved. Now he could finally gauge his destructive power.

    With a small breath, Sparrow sheathed his knives and slowly walked forward towards the charging mass of Darkness. He scanned the horde and noted two Razors and a Behemoth. Extending his hand forward, he muttered under his breath, "Do you think you are the only one who can control the Darkness? Shadows are created by light, and it is quite easy to determine where a shadow will go when the lamp is in your hand..."

    The Razors in question had been leading the vanguard of the attack, lunging at Sparrow while the rest followed a few meters behind. The Grandmaster's Threads extended toward the Razors, and gained complete control of their bodies. Claws stopping inches from his face, Sparrow gave a slight smile as he turned his new pawns around with a simple order; "Turn them into pieces."

    With the simple order, the three zoomed back with incredible speed, slashing through their former "comrades" with ease. The Behemoth at the back of the horde paused and prepared to strike, despite it being confused. Flicking his wrist, Sparrow spoke, "I don't think so. You're too useful to help them..."

    The large Darkness froze and shuddered as the Chaser's threads seeped into every part of its being. It was no longer in any control. Any sort of agency had been completely eliminated from the monster's being. Now, it was a simple smashing tool. Disregarding any corpses nearby, Sparrow commanded the Behemoth to smash the remaining Darkness. It followed the order dutifully and crushed the other Darkness into dust. Even the one multiplier was decimated by the other Razors before it could spread any further.

    Seeing that the first wave had been eliminated, Sparrow turned his subjects toward their master and gave a small smile, "You did very well, beasts. I am quite pleased with your work," the Darkness that remained shuddered in resistance, but it was absolutely futile. With one quick breath, Sparrow gave one last command, "Now scatter."

    The four servants convulsed and writhed in agony, their unholy shrieks echoing into the surrounding area. Their bodies bubbled, shook, rattled and tore, until they finally burst violently into nothing. Lowering his hand, Sparrow looked forward to the continued vortex and at the remaining survivors on the ground. It appeared there was an environmental factor to Enigma, something that was poisonous to humans. Extending his threads once more, he pulled at the clothing of the remaining humans that were writhing in agony. He held his breath as they floated past, not wanting to risk breathing in any toxicities. As they passed, he saw drained faces, bloody lips, foaming. No symptoms were consistent, and so Sparrow could not diagnose any of the parts of the body. Once they were a far enough distance away, Sparrow shouted backward to any help on the way, "Do not breathe in any air near them! There's some sort of contaminant in their bodies. Protect the healers at all cost, exorcise if necessary. Do not let it spread any further! Burn the corpses and clothes if you have to!"

[Nicolette Van-Houseton]

Nikki was scared, no, she was downright terrified. She had fought darkness of all kinds and she had dealt with people before, but never had she faced anything like this. Staring out at the chaos before her, the odds of the situation began to sink in. This was no human,no darkness, it was a gifted. Someone powerful enough to attract darkness in huge swarms. He didn’t even seem the slightest bit afraid of them. There were screams of terror as the darkness closed in and began to attack. It was a horrific sight out there. Not only were people being attacked by the darkness, but some sort of sickness had started to spread. People went down in groups and the prisoners all ran in terror. That was odd, what would make people like them afraid. What could make them run away like that. The situation was much worse than she had originally thought.

Her phone buzzed, quickly snapping her out of her thoughts. A reply from Sparrow filled her screen. He urged her to go in and fast, to find others who could help. It seemed he had come to the same conclusion she had, this person, whoever it was, was not human. She took a deep breath and prepared herself to enter the fray, praying to Luz that they could beat this and keep everyone safe. Just as she was about to round the corner, a a news chopper flew by and was quickly swept out of the sky after being swung around like a toy. The man responsible yelled something out, but she wasn’t close enough to hear much. The only thing she caught was the name Oscuro before his words were swept away by the wind. The smell of smoke invaded her nose and she clenched her fists angrily. He would not get away with this, she would make sure of that. Stepping out into the open, weapons at the ready, she let her instincts take over. Nikki had never liked the thought of death, but it seemed to come with the job.

A white haired figure moved towards the crowd of darkness and she smiled knowing that she was not alone in this. She had only known Sparrow for a short time, but he was always dependable. There was a small moment of distraction as she watched him fight, admiring his ability to so easily sweep away the darkness. His power was incredible, and though hers seemed average compared to his, she aspired to be like him. In control and unafraid. A small group of troublemakers approached at the edge of her vision, giving her just enough time to turn and attack. After easily taking out the lower level creatures, she ran towards Sparrow, his snow white hair contrasting against the mass of dark figures. Running up behind him she got into a defensive position and held her weapon in front of her.

“Hey, sorry I’m late! Thought you might need some help!” Shouting above the sounds of fighting and screaming, she lashed out at the darkness. There were so many of them, but she was prepared to go down fighting if necessary. She glanced over her shoulder at Sparrow, who seemed to be holding his own. That eased her fear a bit, but the darkness just kept coming, making it seem as if they would never defeat this guy. She fought as hard as she could, trying to protect herself and anyone that may or may not have been hiding in fear nearby. Though, anyone with any sense would have long since scattered. However, there was no way to be sure, so she fought on. “What’s going on?! How did this happen?!” She yelled out, hoping that Sparrow could hear her over the screaming that seemed to be coming from everywhere.

(Wow, another late reply. This seems to be becoming a habit, one that I hope I can stop. I’m so so sorry. I just haven’t had the time or energy to write a reply lately and it makes me feel like a crappy person. Here you go though, I tried my best.)