Friday, March 11, 2011

Season 1 - Episode 10: "The Siege"

  Saorshe, after discovering the information about the Water DeathDrome, continued in her attempts to decode the demonic tomes she discovered in the haunted house. After an hour of going back and forth with some of her family’s protected books in the occult section she translates a rune. It turns out to be a spell called “Traversal Blink”, which can teleport the user to anywhere within a 50 mile radius of their current position. Unfortunately the spell is limited to ten uses due to the power involved in its casting. Teleporting another person along with her would count as an extra usage, so she decides to use it sparingly and even then only in emergencies.
As she continues to look into another rune in the tome her phone rings. Looking at the caller ID she sees that it’s Cherice. “Hello?”
  Through what sounds like a hail of gunfire and chaos Cherice screams, “The military base… get here NOW!”
  The line goes dead a moment later and in a panic Saorshe gets ready to run to the bus stop on the corner, but thinks twice when she remembers her new spell. After contemplating using it so soon after learning of its limitations for a few seconds she decides, “What the hell. This is an emergency.” And with that she disappears in the blink of an eye.

  As he lies in bed thinking about the trial that he just completed with Jack and Saorshe, Liam realizes that if he doesn’t get some sleep, and soon, he’s going to suffer for it at work tomorrow. As he closes his eyes and places the evening’s events aside to put his mind at rest his phone rings.
  “Hello?” he asks groggily.
  “Army base. 30 vamps. Death. Bring ammo.” Jack screams over a loud racket that sounds like the Vietnam War going on in the background.
  “What?” Liam questions.
  “NOW!” Jack replies, followed by a loud scream. Then the line goes dead.
  “Ahh, crap.” He says as he grabs his car keys off the nightstand.

EARLIER THAT EVENING…
  As Oz, Violet and Brad race toward the army base they notice that the vampires that were chasing the van on foot are no longer behind them.
  “Looks like they gave up.” Violet says as her eyes return from the rear view mirror.
  “Good, we’re almost there anyway.” Brad adds.
  “Just because we can’t see them anymore doesn’t mean they aren’t still chasing us.” Oz says.
  “I hope you’re wrong.” Brad muses.
  “So why are the vamps after you?” Oz asks Violet matter-of-factly.
  “None of your business.” She replies.
  “Look, we’re doing you a pretty big favor right now so I’d be a little more forthcoming with the answers if I were you.” Brad demands.
  “Fine, if it’ll shut you up. I managed a punk band a little while back and I stole a few bucks from them before we parted ways.” Violet explains.
  “How much is a few bucks?” Brad inquires.
  “Around $65,000. And then I found out that the band was made up of vampires and they have a pretty big following, as you saw back there.” Violet answers.
  “That explains a lot.” Oz says. “Hang on, we’re here.”
  The van pulls up to the military base and to the guard post. Oz stops the van to speak to the guard on duty, and in less than 15 words the gate opens and they pull into the complex.
  “I thought we’d have a hell of a time getting in here. What did you tell that guy?” Brad asks.
  “I went to school back in Sunnydale with a couple of these jarheads.” Oz says.
  They exit the van and head for the armory building. A very angry looking soldier stands in front of the door blocking the entrance.
  “What the hell is going on, Oz? I allowed you in here the other night and when I report for duty the next morning I find some lunatic locked up in one of the supply cages.” The soldier hollers.
  “What did you do with the guy?” Oz asks calmly.
  “What did I do with him? What do you think I did with him?! I LET HIM GO!”
  “Sorry about that. It won’t happen again.”
  “You’re damn right it won’t!”
  “But my friend Violet is in trouble and we need to keep her safe tonight.”
  “Safe? Safe from what?”
  “Remember those things that attacked us all at graduation? Picture a street gang of those guys.”
  The soldier suddenly turns as white as a ghost and nods in agreement. “Make yourselves at home.”
  They enter the armory and lock the door behind them. Brad makes sure that the large loading door next to it is locked as well. Violet goes about looking at all the weaponry that is on display on the far side of the room.
  “You weren’t kidding about this being an armory. Look at all this hardware.” She says in awe.
  “I just hope that won’t need to use any of it.” Oz says as he walks toward her.
  Just as he finishes speaking the sounds of sporadic gunfire can be heard outside, followed by screaming. Someone starts banging on the door, and a slight voice says, “Oz… help me.”
  Being the bleeding heart that he is, Oz runs to the door and opens it. His military friend stumbles in looking as pale as before, only this time he has a gaping wound in his neck that is spewing blood everywhere. He falls to the ground dead a moment later.
  Oz pulls a wooden stake from his interior jacket pocket and impales his friend through the heart. He then rushes to the door to close it, but not before taking a look outside. Once the door is locked he turns to the others and says, “Uh… yeah. They’re everywhere.”
  Brad wastes no time in arming himself and the others. Using a nearby pair of bolt cutters he rips the locks off the cabinets and starts handing out firearms, starting with a humungous belt fed M60 that he places on a tripod and aims at the door. The rest have assault rifles and knives.
  The front door is suddenly ripped from the hinges. Six vampires, some with fresh bullet holes, enter the room and begin to advance. They head right for Violet. Brad unleashes hell on the nightstalkers as he empties the M60 into the crowd. It quite literally tears them apart limb from limb.
  “Suck a dick!” Brad yells triumphantly. A second later his elation disappears as ten more vampires run through the open door. He opens fire again, but these vampires seem to be more adept at dodging bullets. One vampire jumps over the bullet storm and onto Brad.   Oz moves in and stakes the vampire before it can bite its prey.
  Violet fires her weapon, but as she’s unaccustomed to firearms she completely misses her target, instead peppering the loading door with red hot lead. She drops the gun and pulls out two retractable batons that she keeps hidden in the legs of her pants. She extends them to their full length of about two-feet long and begins swinging. She takes a vampire down by uppercutting it onto a nearby wooden palette.
  Brad picks up a shotgun and fires off round after round into the vampire’s faces until there are none left.
  Another wave of vampires run in, but stop in their tracks when a bright light floods in through the open door. The gunfire stops momentarily, but picks up again followed the sounds of more people screaming; some in pain and others in rage. The vampires seem intrigued by this and head back to the door to see what the hubbub is all about.

10 MINUTES BEFORE…
  Jack and Cherice pull up to alongside the military base’s exterior gate in the ambulance to see that the place is swarming with vampires. The soldiers in front of the armory are attempting to hold the line, but aren’t succeeding. It’s a warzone. A few vampires veer off from the fight and break the main door to the armory down and run inside.
  “That’s where the others are holed up!” Cherice screams as she takes out her cell phone. She dials Saorshe as she tells Jack, “Call Liam. Tell him to get his ass down here now!”
  Jack complies as he heads for the back of the ambulance to get his weapons. Liam answers the call and all Jack can say in his haste is, “Army base. 30 vamps. Death. Bring ammo.” When Liam questions him he screams, “NOW!” and hangs up.
  Cherice rounds the back of the ambulance with her katana drawn and says, “Saorshe is on her way. You talk to Liam?”
  “Yup. He should be coming too.” He explains as he attaches a scope to his M4 Carbine. He leans against the hood of the ambulance and takes careful aim at the armory. “The soldiers are dropping fast. I’m going to try to even the odds a bit.” He squeezes the trigger and a single round fires off. Down below the heads of two vampires, standing single file, explode in a bloody pulp. “Two for the price of one. Damn I'm good!”
  “We need to get down there and help. My sword doesn’t fire fifteen rounds per second. Know what I’m saying?” Cherice quips.
  “Fine, let’s go.” Jack says while lowering the gun.
  As he gets into the driver’s seat he notices a young girl at the other end of the street. She looks to be in her late teens; 17 or 18 at the most. As she slowly approaches he can make out that she is bleeding, her clothes are torn and she looks like she’s having a hard time staying on her feet.
  “What the hell…?” Jack says under his breath.
  From behind her he can make out a group of people coming his way as well. They are wearing robes of some sort and are heading toward the girl with no regard for the firefight going on a few yards away. As they pass under the street lights he can see that their faces are just like the vampires down below.

5 MINUTES BEFORE…
  Alexander (player Ken) has successfully infiltrated the military base undetected. That’s not much of a surprise to him as it happens all the time, being that he’s invisible. He easily crosses the length of the grounds toward the armory. As he approaches he sees that there are a lot more soldiers on duty than his previous reconnaissance showed. The closer he gets he notices that the people he has mistaken for soldiers actually appear to be common street thugs that have infiltrated the base as well. And to make matters worse… they’re heading for the armory!
  Suddenly a vicious firefight breaks out between the real soldiers and the thugs. The officers unload their sidearms into the mass of the attacking swarm, but it is having very little effect. The thugs keep advancing without even slowing down.
  He cautiously approaches the firefight trying not to get in the way of anyone or in the path of any stray bullets. He slips past some of the thugs that have engaged the officers a number of meters away from the armory, but suddenly one of them lunges in his direction. He can see that the person’s face is twisted and distorted; barely able to pass as human. His teeth are elongated into fangs and he appears to be sniffing the air where he stands.
  This creature can smell him. An instant later it is on him.

MEANWHILE…
  Nidia (player Miranda) has just escaped the sacrificial ritual that was meant to kill her. She’s been walking without direction for the past ten minutes. She’s beaten, bleeding and barely has the strength to carry on, yet she finds the willpower to continue. As she makes her way down the dark road she hears the sounds of gunfire.
  A second later a person jumps out of the shadows from the side of the road. It’s a street kid wearing some sort of ornate robe, but his face is a twisted mess.
  “Where do you think you’re going?” he asks through his fanged teeth.
  “I… I need to go.” She whimpers.
  “You think you’re pretty slick, the way you took care of Monty back there, huh?”
  “No… I… I didn’t mean to…”
  “The ritual needs to be completed, or we will all fall before the Never Was!”
  “Leave me alone… please.”
  The kid takes her by the arm forcefully and starts to drag her back the way she came. Suddenly his arm is aflame, and it spreads quickly across his body turning him into a pile of ash within seconds.
  Clearly upset by the event, Nidia stands watching the smoldering remains of the person at her feet before noticing a large group of people wearing the same type of robe heading for her. There are ten of them; far behind them there is the faint glow of a burning house.
She turns to flee and sees an ambulance turn onto the street in front of her and stop in an open area alongside a long fence. She sighs in relief and tries to move as fast as she can toward her rescuers, but she is so exhausted she can muster no more than a slow hobble.
  A man and woman exit the ambulance and get on their cell phones. The man heads for the rear of the vehicle and returns with a large machine gun. He starts shooting in the direction of the gunfire down below. As he gets back into the driver’s seat he notices her approaching.
  The man asks, “Are you okay?”
  She stops in her tracks and stares him down, not knowing if she can trust him after seeing him firing off his weapon in public.
  “I’m a paramedic. My name is Jack. I can help you if you’re hurt.” He says confidently.
  Knowing what’s following her she makes the decision to approach the man named Jack and accept his help. As he runs to her she loses her footing and falls. He catches her and takes her back to the ambulance and puts her on the stretcher in the back to examine her.
  She’s covered in minor scratches and bruises, a few cuts that look to have been caused by a knife. She’s lost a lot of blood and is deathly pale.
  "What's your name?" he asks her.
  "Nidia." she mumbles in reply.
  “What’s this?” the woman in the front seat asks.
  “I saw her in the road. She’s hurt and was being followed by some vampires. I couldn’t leave her out there.” He replies.
  “What about the others?” the woman demands.
  “We’ll get to them soon enough, Cherice!” he screams at her.
  “The hell with that…” the woman exclaims as she gets into the driver’s seat and starts up the vehicle.
  "What the hell are you doing?"
  "Crashing the party."
  The ambulance jolts forward and breaks through the gate. As it makes it's way to the armory, vampires bounce off the front fender left and right. She stops the ambulance right in front of the building and the headlights brighten up the whole grisly scene. Soldiers lie dead everywhere, some still being fed on by the bloodsuckers assaulting the place. A number of vampires run into the open door to the right of the loading dock.
  Jack looks over the young woman again and asks, "Will you be alright if I leave you here for a few minutes?"
  She nods, "I think so."
  Jack then picks up his gun and heads out the back doors. He opens fire immediately and begins systematically taking out vampires by spraying bursts of bullets into their necks, severing their heads.
  The sound of glass shattering can be heard and rain begins to fall for a short couple of seconds. It can't be ordinary rain, because all the vampires that were splashed with the water begins to smoke and painfully burst into flame.
  Cherice sees the odd sight going on outside, so she floors the gas and plows the front end of the ambulance right through the loading dock door. Exiting the bus, Cherice sees that Oz, Brad and Violet are in quite a pile of deep shit.

2 MINUTES BEFORE...
  As Alexander attempts to dogde the attacks of the vampire in front of him, something else catches his eye and distracts him... a woman appears out of nowhere not three feet away. He catches a right hook on his invisible jaw and goes down for the count.
  Saorshe's teleportation spell was successful, although the distance to her intended target was a little off. Instead of appearing right in front of the armory she materialized at least twenty yards away. And worse, she seems to have shown up in the middle of World War "V". Vampires are everywhere, and the soldiers on duty are completely outnumbered.
  The sound of snarling coming from directly behind her gets her attention, and she turns to see a vampire clawing and scratching at nothing. The vampire seems to take a hit from something unseen and backs off.
  With the fate of her friends on the line she decides that the spectacle she just witnessed isn't at the top of her "to-do list", so she pulls a vial of holy water out of her bag and levitates it into the air above the attackers. She casts Ball of Light and the sphere smashes into it, making it explode and rain vampire acid onto the crowd around the open door. Vampires are set aflame and scatter in all directions just as Jack's ambulance streaks by and crashes into the loading dock.
  "Holy crap!" she screams as the crowd around the door thins out and she makes a run for it.

5 MINUTES LATER...
  Liam pulls up to the military base to see that the place is in complete chaos. Dead bodies are strewn as far as the eye can see, and the armory is wide open. The front door is missing and the loading dock door has an ambulance sticking out of it. The non-stop flashes of light coming from within tell him that a firefight of massive proportions is going on inside.
  Before he enters the complex he also sees a group of robed vampires standing at the far end of the street watching the entire fracas go down. They see him and head for him.
  He decides to ignore the small group and head for his friends. He drives his car down the embankment and stops behind the ambulance. As he gets out of his car he is clipped in the shoulder by a stray bullet coming from the armory. He is spun by the impact and falls to the ground.

NOW...
  Inside the armory the bullets fill the air as wave after wave of vampires, coming from both the open door and the loading dock, stream in like a flood.
  Brad is holding his own with his "gigantic gun of much destruction", blowing the heads off the oncoming targets as best he can. Oz and Violet are standing behind him taking pot shots whenever the opportunity arises. Cherice stands at the entranceway beheading vamps as they enter with her katana. Jack is in a flanking position on the opposite side of the room picking off the vamps that get through the maelstrom of ordinance with his M4.
  Saorshe attempts to enter the armory, but every time she makes a run for it the firefight picks up again and she's forced to take cover to avoid getting shot. Just then Liam's car pulls up and as he gets out he is hit by a stray bullet. He falls to the ground with a loud yelp of pain.
  A couple of minutes later the gunfire slows and eventually stops. Saorshe stands and looks into the armory to see that the remaining vampires, about five of them have tucked their tails between their legs and are making a run for it. The floor is covered with bullet casings and piles of dust.
  A young girl steps out of the ambulance and heads for the armory as well. She looks badly beaten and is a little wobbly on her feet, but she seems to be coping just fine. A stray vampire on the way out heads past her and in an instant it is set aflame. It dies at her feet. Saorshe is speechless at the sight of this.
  It takes a moment to recover fromt he sight of what seems like pyrokinesis in action before Saorshe makes her way over to Liam to make sure he's okay. As she does she feels that someone is watching her. She remembers the strange sight of the vampire getting a beatdown from something that wasn't there and decides to use her Sight ability to check out the supernatural mojo in the area.
  She sees a man a few feet away that wasn't there just a moment ago. He must have the ability to make himself invisible. She tries to make her way over to him inconspicuously, but she just ends up looking extremely awkward.
  Cherice comes out of the front door to see Saorshe looking nervous and inching away from her. Suddenly Saorshe reaches out and wraps her arms around the invisible man, holding him in place.
  "Cherice! Help me!" she screams.
  Seeing that Soarhse is wrestling with something that isn't there strikes her as funny at first, but then a moment later she snaps out of it and runs over with her sword drawn. She places the tip a few inches away from what she guesses is the border of whatever it is the witch is holding onto.
  "What is going on here?" she asks confusedly.
  "The guy I'm holding onto is invisible. He's trying to get into the armory!" Saorshe answers in a panic.
  Cherice looks at what she hopes are the eyes of the person and says in her most threatening tone, "Either stop moving or you're going to look like a see-through shish kabob. Understand?"
  Suddenly the person becomes visible. He's Around six foot, early forties, looks like he hasn't shaved in a few days. He's also completely nude.
  "Anybody got a towel?" he asks.
  Liam walks up behind Cherice with a blanket from the ambulance. He has haphazardly patched his arm from the available tools in the back of the bus. "Here, take this."
  Soarshe lets the man go, but Cherice keeps her sword at the man's throat. "Don't think about running. Just stay right there."
  Saorshe takes the blanket from Liam and drapes it over the man.
  "Inside. Now." Cherice demands. Everyone complies.

  The fight is over and Brad, Oz and Violet are sprawled out on the floor resting. Jack helps Nidia into the armory and looks over her injuries more thoroughly now that the siege is over. Cherice enters with a naked man at swordpoint, followed by Saorshe and a wounded Liam.
  "Who the hell is this? Another vampire?" Jack asks in total disbelief.
  "All I know is this fucker can turn invisible. Saorshe caught him outside." Cherice answers.
  "He was trying to sneak in here for some reason." Saorshe adds. "I think he was just going to explain the reason for that. Right?"
  "Oh, of course I was." He says sarcastically.
  "Keep acting like a dick and I'll cut yours off." Cherice whispers to him as she lowers her sword to his pelvic region.
  "Okay, okay. You talked me into it. I'm a thief." He explains. "A hired thief."
  "And you were planning on stealing something here?" Liam asks.
  "If you must know... yes, I was."
  "And that was...?" Saorshe presses.
  "Let me go and I'll show you." he answers.
  "Don't make any sudden moves or Mr. Winky eats pavement." Cherice says as she motions for him to start walking.
  He leads her to the rear corner of the room and pushes aside a large weapons locker. It slides on a hidden rail system to reveal a safe behind it embedded in the wall.
  "Open it." Cherice urges.
  He spins the lock and enters the combination quicker than most people could. The door swings open and he removes a single envelope from inside.
  "What's in it?" Brad asks.
  "I don't know and I don't want to. I open this and I don't get paid for my services." he replies.
  "You don't open it and you know what I'll do." Cherice says.
  "You're killin' me, you know that." he whines as he tears open the envelope. Inside is a sheet of white paper with a series of numbers on it. Jack walks over and takes it from him.
  "Coordinates." Jack explains as he looks it over. "Wait a minute..." He reaches into his pocket and produces the note taht Intel wrote out for him earlier that night. He compares the two series of numbers to each other and adds, "These coordinates are nearly identical to where Liam, Saorshe and I were tonight."
  "Grant Park again?" Liam asks.
  "I'll put it into the Garmin but I can guarantee you that these are in Millennium Park." Jack answers confidently.
  "What's in Millennium Park?" Oz asks.
  "What is so hard to understand about me being a thief? I steal envelope, I deliver envelope, I get paid for envelope. No questions asked and no specifics are given. Period."
  "Who is paying you to steal it?" Soarshe presses.
  "I was afraid you were going to ask me that."
  "Who?" Cherice asks, pressing the tip of the sword to his inner thigh.
  "Never got a name."
  "Can we cut this short? I really want to get out of here before the cops or MPs or whatever shows up." Violet interjects.
  "She has a point." Brad adds.
  "Let's finish this conversation at SubT, shall we?" Jack says to everyone, and they nod in agreement. "I'm going to take Nidia here to the hospital. She's pretty banged up."
  "Can I come too. I was shot, remember?" Liam pleads.

  They all head outside and Jack stops to look at the front of his ambulance. The hood has been collapsed inward and is pretty trashed. "Thanks Cherice. Thanks a whole bunch."
  "Just doing my part for the cause. But look at the bright side... at least it's still running." Cherice jokes as she prepares to load the thief into the back.
  "Hey everyone... look." Violet says, pointing at the top of the ridge just past the ripped open gate. The robed vampires are standing there watching them. Watching Nidia.
  "I'll take care of this." Soarshe assures as she steps closer to them. She raises her arms and slowly rises into the air. Her eyes turn completely black as she levitates closer to the gang.
  The gang disperses slowly, apparently knowing the dangers of pissing off a "dark witch", but not completely impressed with her display of power.
  She comes back down to earth and walks back to the others a little weakened by the effort she put into scaring away the onlookers.
  "Why are they after you?" Jack asks Nidia as he helps her to the ambulance.
  "They wanted to sacrifice me to some entity they called 'The Never Was'. They worshipped it, or feared it, or something like that. I didn't ask them about it. I really don't want to talk about it, if it's all the same to you."
  "Yeah, no problem. It sounds like an effed up situation, but you made it through."
  "And how did you manage to set that vampire on fire withough any gasoline or a match?" Saorshe asks rudely, her dark episode apparently having an effect on her attitude.
  "It's just something I have been able to do since I was a kid." Nidia answers.
  "Is that how you were able to escape the vampires?" Jack inquires.
  She nods her head. "I set the whole house on fire."
  From behind them Liam asks, "What are you doing here?"
  They turn to see who he is talking to, and find that Intel is coming down the embankment toward them.
  "Had a little fun, I see." Intel jokes.
  "Intel, how did you know we were here?" Soarshe asks, a little surprised to see her friend outside of the club.
  "My name is Intel, isn't it?"
  "That doesn't explain what you're doing here." Cherice pushes.
  "I wanted to see you all in action. Even thoguh I missed the fight it looks like I came at the perfect time."
  "Perfect time for what?" Jack asks.
  Intel's hands morph and stretch into long blades made of solid water.
  "The perfect time to strike."

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Character Introductions, Part 5

Name: NidiaWarner
Player: Miranda
Age: 18
Height/Weight: 5'3"/90 lbs.
Eyes/Hair: Brown/Black
Role: Long Range Damage Dealer
Personality: Emotionally unstable, but loyal to a fault.
Strength: Willpower.
Weakness: Easily angered.
Short Term Goals: Get her emotions in check.
Long Term Goals: Move beyond her dark past and toward a new future.
Character History: Was raised in a wealthy, but emotionally distant family. Was an ordinary girl who was never really noticed by anyone. Then puberty struck and with it came the ability to start fires with her mind. It was uncontrollable at first; whenever she would get upset or angry things would randomly burst into flames. She ran away from home after accidentally burning her best friend’s house down at age 17. While hitchhiking across Indiana she was picked up by a guy on the street who told her that he knew what she was capable of and could help her get her powers under control. For a year he trained her not only to control the fires within, but in the ways of martial arts as an outlet for her anger. Once her training was complete she learned that he was using her. He was a demon from the Bix Mantula Clan, who are worshipped by vampires, and he was preparing her to be a ritual sacrifice to his Goddess.

Name: Alexander Szymanski
Player: Ken
Age: 42
Height/Weight: 5'7"/170 lbs.
Eyes/Hair: Brown/Brown
Role: Thief/Rogue
Personality: Antisocial misfit trying to fit back into society..
Strength: Highly skilled thief.
Weakness: The bottle.
Short Term Goals: Get over his social phobias now that he's visible.
Long Term Goals: Get his life back on track.
Character History: Born in the late ‘60s, Alex didn’t know about his demonic parentage until he went through puberty. Upon discovering he could turn invisible morality fell away as he found out he could do just about anything. Life was great for a while as he developed his skills, always being able to disappear to get out of trouble. In 1990 during the middle of a heist in LA he got stuck invisible. Unable to live a normal life he started to divorce himself from reality. He even thought he was a ghost named Dennis for a few years, living in a low-rent apartment also inhabited by an actress-wannabe. Finally he started wandering, not feeling human any more. Ending up back home in Chicago, a dip in the Chicago River finally restored his power under his control. Unused to living in humanity, he is trying to find his way again, but is so used to being ignored that it is a challenge to re-find civilization’s conventions. 

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Season 1 - Episode 9: "Strength of Character"

  The headless body of Cherice Carpenter hits the ground a few seconds after Quint evaporates into thin air. Her severed head lies a few feet away, thrown by the act of her beheading. The crowd of punkers in front of The Congress Theater have begun to panic and scream at the sight of this, as would any sane person. A full blown riot breaks out and absolute pandemonium begins.
  “Holy shit.” Is all Jack can say.
  “I think it’s safe to assume we just met Xal’Vak.” Liam adds in total disbelief. “Oz, how come you couldn’t tell he was a fake?”
  “Did we forget about the Old Spice? That stuff can disguise a rotting corpse.” Oz replies.
  “Whatever! We need to get Cherice’s body out of here!” Saorshe screams.
  “Oh no.” Violet says under her breath, but loud enough for the others to hear it as well.
  “Oh no what? What oh no?” Brad asks.
  “Look.” Violet points into the distance. Down the street is a large group of thirty or more vampires heading toward the theater.
  “Fucking great. Can this get any worse?!” Jack begins to sweat.
  “Don’t be a pussy. We can take ‘em” Violet urges.
  “Whatever you say, superwoman. We need to get out of here… like now. Anyone have any ideas where we can stash this crazy chick?” Brad asks the others.
  “The military base. How about that?” Liam responds.
  “From last night?” Oz asks.
  “Sounds good to me. Let’s do it.” Jack responds seriously. “Brad, you remember where the base in Humboldt Park is?”
  “Umm…” Brad thinks aloud.
  “I do.” Oz interjects. “We’ll take my van.”
  Brad, Violet and Oz head for his ancient conversion van. Brad turns back to the others and asks, “What are you all going to do?”
  “Figure out what to do about our friend Xal’Vak.” Jack replies. “Now get going!”
  The three pile into the van and take off down the street. The approaching vampires see Violet get into the van and give chase on foot.
  Jack walks over to Cherice’s severed head and picks it up. He hands it to Saorshe. “Hold this.” He deadpans. “Liam, help me carry her body to your car.”
  Liam nods and together they load the headless body into his trunk. “Let’s try to make an inconspicuous getaway.”
  “We just loaded a dead body into your car in front of half of Bucktown. I just hope no one saw your license plate.” Jack jokes.
  “Take me to the library.” Saorshe says as they speed down Milwaukee.

  After stopping on the way to pick up a few bags of ice in which to pack Cherice’s corpse to keep it “fresh”, they arrive at the library and hurry inside. On Saorshe’s desk in her office are the tomes she picked up at the haunted house.
  “What are you going to do?” Jack asks.
  “Take a look at these tomes to see if there’s something I can use to resurrect Cherice.” She replies.
  “You said that you couldn’t decipher them.” Liam corrects.
  “Well, I did decipher some parts. I learned a spell from this one.” She says, pointing at the larger of the books. “I’m hoping I can find something to help us now.”
  “So do I.” Jack mumbles as he sits down on one of the chairs.
  Saorshe opens the large book and places her hand in it, followed by the next book in the stack and then the third. “Dammit.” She says under her breath. “I can’t read them. At least not yet.”
  “Was that some sort of witch power?” Jack asks.
  “Psychometry. Through touch I can pick up on important details of inanimate objects. I was hoping it would work in this case.” Saorshe replies. “Wait a sec. Liam, can you go to the car and get me Cherice’s diary?”
  “The locked one she got from Mikey the ghost? She keeps it on her?” Liam asks in a mildly creeped out way.
  She nods in agreement and goes back to trying the tomes again as Liam heads out to retrieve the diary. A few minutes later he returns and places it on her desk.
  “Would you like some coffee too, ma’am?” he jokes.
  She smiles at him before placing her hand on the diary. A moment later she says, “I can tell that it doesn’t come from our dimension. It comes from the same one as the DeathDromes. We need to find the key to this. There’s definitely info in here we can use.”
  “Try again.” Jack urges.
  Saorshe concentrates and places her hand on the lock. “I kind of got this impression the DeathDromes represent some sort of importance. I’m not sure what that is though.”
  “Like the fact that they’re made of basic elements?” Liam inquires.
  “Could be. Let me try something…” Saorshe says as she rifles through one of her desk drawers. She produces a cigarette lighter. “Gotta have something to light my candles with.” She holds the book up and puts the flame under the lock. The sounds of gears turning can be heard, but nothing happens. “It’s having an effect, but I don’t think this is going to cut it.” She reveals as she throws the lighter on the desk in defeat.
  “I have an idea…” Liam interjects while raising his eyebrows in a mischievous manner.

  Liam ignites the acetylene torch and holds it to the locking mechanism on the diary while Jack holds the book with a pair of thick asbestos gloves. Saorshe stands as far back as she can in the machine shop to avoid getting showered with sparks, bits of burning book and/or demons that might fly out of it once the lock is opened.
  The lock simply falls off the diary and onto the ground.
  Saorshe runs over excitedly, takes the diary out of Jack’s hands and quickly opens it. Upon her initial attempt to decipher the writing inside, she eventually figures it out and begins to slowly read it aloud to the others. “There’s a spell in here that could come in handy. A jet of flame.”
  “Ironic. That would have been extremely helpful a few minutes ago.” Liam says in an annoyed tone.
  “There’s a lot of talk about the DeathDromes. A passage talks about how Xal'Vak is a shapechanger, but we figured that one out already. Some of this doesn't make much sense. At least not yet. But there is some information about the ritual that made Cherice undead. It’s not something that’s reversible, but technically she’s immortal until her body rots away.” Saorshe explains.
  “And that means…?” Jack asks.
  “She’s not really dead. She’s just… broken. We have to find a way to ‘mend’ her.” She translates.
  “So how do we go about ‘mending’ her?” Liam inquires.
  “We’re going to have to take part in a trial of sorts. To…” she reads ahead for a moment, “test our ‘Virtues as a Champion’.”
  “What kind of a trial?” Jack asks.
  “If I’m reading this right it’s a physical one.” Saorshe answers unconfidently. “But it looks like if we do this together as a team we would gain from it in some way. It doesn’t say what that would be, but it sounds like a reward.”
  “I’m down.” Jack says.
  “Me too, I guess.” Liam adds.
  Saorshe gets on the phone and calls Intel to let him know about these new developments. His response is to ask that Jack comes to see him right away.

  Jack arrives at SubTerranean and makes his way to the Green Room to see Intel waiting for him.
  “I’m glad you came. Saorshe told me about what you three are planning on doing tonight and I wanted to let you know that I now officially consider you part of the team.” Intel says with a big grin on his face.
  “That’s good to know. I don’t have to drink any punch or something like that now, do I?” Jack asks comically.
  “No, no. But you’ve earned a gift as far as I’m concerned for your bravery thus far.” Intel adds as he walks to the section of wall in the back of the room that opens up into a large weapons locker. “You may choose one of these blessed weapons as your own.”
  Jack walks to the cabinet and looks over the weapons on display. There’s a crossbow, a claymore as well as a variety of swords, a mace and a long bow. Jack takes a long look at an Asian influenced sword known as a Jian. He takes it from the cabinet and places it into its accompanying sheath.
  “The Jian, a nice choice. Lightweight and deadly.” Intel boasts.
  “So does this sword appear and disappear like the weapons the others carry?” Jack asks.
  “Yup. Kinda cool, isn’t it?”
  “You have no idea. I wish you could do that to my M4.”
  “Not gonna happen.”
  “Thought so.”
  Intel hands over a Post-It Note that has a series of numbers written on it. “Give this to Saorshe for me, will ya?”
  Jack looks it over and a second later asks, “Are these coordinates?”
  “Nothing gets past you.”
 
  Intel inputs the coordinates into Liam’s Garmin and once the destination pops up on the screen he tells the others, “Grant Park. That’s where the trial is to take place according to Intel.”
  “Specifically?” Saorshe asks.
  “Next to where it becomes Millennium Park.” Jack answers.
  “Well, let’s get going then. I’m not sure how long we can leave Cherice in the ice bath before she starts to get ripe.” Liam jokes.

  Once they arrive at the coordinates in Grant Park the three spread out to try to look for clues to figure out what they need to do to take their trial.  They all seem to notice a singular sprinkler head sticking out of the ground near the sidewalk.
  “I don’t see any other of these around, just this one. Kind of odd, wouldn’t you say?” Saorshe points out.
  “Use your mojo detector. For all we know it’s a trigger for a trap of some kind.” Jack adds.
  “Shellshocked much?” Liam snickers.
  “If you’d seen the things I did in the war you’d be paranoid too.” Jack says in a serious tone.
  “It is giving off a slight magical aura, but I don’t detect any danger.” Saorshe interrupts as she concentrates on the object.
  “Well, then. There’s only one way to find out.” Liam says as he leans over to push the sprinkler. The sounds of machinery coming to life underground fills their ears and the grassy area behind the sidewalk opens up to reveal a descending flight of stairs.
  “Down we go.” Saorshe nervously quips.
  As they descend into the darkness Saorshe casts her Ball of Light spell which illuminates a passageway at the base of the stairs. The entrance closes behind them.
  “Awesome. Now we have no choice but to carry on.” Liam says.
  “Pussy.” Jack whispers loud enough for Liam to hear.
  “I’m a werewolf. That would make me a bitch, thank you very much.” Liam says as he continues walking.
  “Boys, please shut up.” Saorshe demands as something at the far end of the tunnel comes into view. As they approach it appears to be a person holding a large sword. Saorshe attempts to ascertain if this person is of a magical nature. “The person up ahead isn’t human. It’s a demon.”
  Upon hearing Saorshe proclaim the being’s demonosity, Jack takes the safety off his M4 Carbine. “Are we talking an evil demon here, or something else?”
  “I don’t know. Maybe we should ask.” Saorshe quips.
  “HELLO!” Liam screams suddenly.
  “Subtle. Real subtle.” Jack says.
  An instant later both Liam and Saorshe are hit with a wave of nausea. Their equilibrium gets thrown off and they begin to waver. And just as quickly a booming voice fills their heads.
  “WHO ARE YOU?” the voice demands.
  “Uhh… I’m Liam and this is Saorshe and Jack.” He replies while pointing to the others.
  “Who are you talking to?” Jack asks quizzically.
  “You can’t hear the demon’s voice? It’s deafening!” Saorshe screeches.
  “WHAT DO YOU WANT?”
  “We are here to take part in a trial.” Liam says.
  “FOR WHAT PURPOSE?”
  “Our friend has been badly hurt and we need her to be healed.” Saorshe explains.
  “We were told that completing the trial would accomplish this.” Liam adds.
  “WHY DO YOU THINK YOU ARE WORTHY ENOUGH TO TAKE THE TRIAL?”
  “Because our friend needs our help. Isn’t that a worthy cause?” Saorshe answers.
  “AND WHY IS THAT IMPORTANT?”
  “Because she’s our friend. That’s what friends do. Help each other.” Saorshe continues to elaborate.
  “Okay, you guys are freaking me out a little bit.” Jack says as he takes a few steps back.
  “Zip it. The demon is communicating with us through our minds.” Liam explains.
  “So why can’t I hear it?” Jack asks.
  “Because you suck. I don’t know. Just keep quiet!” Liam demands.
  “AND WHY IS SHE IMPORTANT?”
  “She is a Champion, like the three of us.” Saorshe answers.
  “WHY IS SHE IMPORTANT?”
  “She was murdered by one of the DeathDromes and was brought back to life when the spell that killed her failed. She has pledged to fight the evil plaguing the city until she can no longer do so. Leaving her in her present state is wrong, as I’m sure you are already aware.” Saorhse pleads.
  “And she’s my friend!” Jack exclaims at random.
  “AND IF THE DESIRED REWARD IS NOT DELIVERED BY COMPLETING THE TRIAL…?”
  “It’s still the right thing to do, regardless of the outcome.” Saorshe states.
  “We have to try.” Liam adds.
  A few moments pass in silence, then the demon steps aside and motions for them to pass. They do so cautiously as a large pair of doors open to reveal a massive underground arena.
  “I can guarantee that this was not planned to be part of Millennium Park.” Jack says in awe.
  As they reach the center of the empty arena they notice three demons holding weapons at the far end. Three dangerous looking demons.
  “DEFEAT THEM AND YOUR FRIEND WILL BE HEALED.”
  “Defeat as in kill them or defeat as in subdue them?” Liam asks.
  “I LEAVE THAT CHOICE TO YOU.”
  “So what’s the haps? What’s going on?” Jack questions.
  “We have to defeat the three demons over there.” Saorshe explains. “The one that let us pass says that it’s up to us to kill them or not.”
  “Great.” Jack sighs.
  “I think it’s safe to say they’re not the nice variety of demon.” Saorshe adds as she notices their swords are covered with serrated edges, electricity arcs between their hands and they snarl menacingly as they begin their advance. “Defend yourselves. Here they come.”
  As the three demons move into the light the Champions can see that they are of a skinny, wirily muscled build, have grey skin that is covered head to toe in ornate tattoos and their faces resemble that of a satanic fish.
  “Focus on one until it’s down, then move on to the next. Go for the one in the middle first, it might scatter the other two.” Jack says as he unloads a clip into the demon. It takes the damage without breaking stride.
  Now that the first move has been made the demons pick up the pace and rush up to the Champions.  Liam swings his blessed sword at the middle demon, but it’s too fast. It dodges his attack easily.
  “Out of the way!” Saorshe screams as she casts Jet of Flame. Her outstretched hand becomes a flamethrower and the demon is set ablaze. Liam rolled out of the way just in the nick of time.
  The demon on the left unleashes a fierce kick to Jack’s midsection that knocks him off his feet and painfully to the ground, his gun sliding from his hand. Liam rises from his tuck and roll to deliver the fatal slash to the flaming demon; its top half sliding off its waist. Seeing that Jack is down, Saorshe casts the spell again setting the demon on the left on fire.
  “Careful with that!” Jack yells as he stands, the flaming demon not three feet from him. He takes out his blessed jian and slashes the demon across the chest. It takes the hit without flinching as its flesh continues to burn.
  Liam runs over and finishes the demon off by disembowelment. “One more to go!” he hollers as he looks over to see the last demon ready to attack Saorshe.
  As she prepares to cast another spell the demon spins and kicks her right in the face. She does down in a heap as its hands begin to spark. It prepares to unleash a torrent of electricity directly into Saorshe. Jack runs in and slashes its arm with his sword. He sliced through some tendons, in turn making the demon’s limb useless. Liam runs his sword right through the demon, its blood spilling out onto the floor and almost onto Saorshe.  She stands just in time to avoid getting crushed by the falling corpse of the creature.
  “Thanks.” Saorshe says as brushes the dirt off her clothes.
  “No problem.” Both Jack and Liam say in unison.
  Suddenly the three corpses of the demons begin to convulse and crackle with electricity. A single bolt of energy fires from each of the bodies and down the entrance corridor.
  “The hell was that?!” Jack screams.
  “Only one way to find out.” Liam says as he starts to run back to the corridor. The others follow.
  Once they reach the entrance to the corridor they are met by the demon from earlier. It stands before them, sizing them up. An uncomfortable silence sets in as the Champions are at a loss as to what to do. Do they attack or continue staring down the extra-dimensional creature?
  It reaches out and touches each of their shoulders. Almost immediately they are filled with a sense of empowerment and energy. All three of the can now hear the voice of the demon in their minds…
  “YOU HAVE PASSED THE TRIAL AND PROVEN YOUR STRENGTH OF CHARACTER, A VIRTUE THAT FEW HAVE EVER ACHIEVED. YOU PUT YOURSELVES IN GREAT PHYSICAL DANGER TO HELP YOUR FALLEN COMRADE, THEREFORE YOU HAVE PROVEN YOUR WORTH AS A TRUE CHAMPION.”
  The demon disappears. The Champions make their way back to the staircase and out the reopened entrance to Grant Park. As they approach Liam’s car they can all see that the trunk door has been opened rather forcibly. As they get closer it looks like it’s been blown open by a shotgun. Not knowing what to expect they take their time opening it, afraid of what they might see.
  Suddenly the door flies open and Cherice stares up at them from the interior of the trunk. She is dripping wet from all the melting ice that surrounds her.
  “What in the name of hell is going on here? Why was I in your trunk covered in ice?” Cherice asks impatiently.
  “You… kinda… died.” Saorshe mumbles.
  “Died. Are you serious? I can’t die.”
  “Well, you did.”
  “And we saved your ass by kicking some demon… ass.” Jack says with a certain amount of excitement.
  Cherice gets out of the trunk and knocks all the loose pieces of ice from her clothes. “Wait a sec, was it that old guy we found at the theater that killed me?”
  “He wasn’t Quint. He was the Water DeathDrome.” Liam replies.
  “Well then why are we standing around? Let’s go after the bastard. I have a score to settle.” Cherice exclaims.
  “Later. We need to get some rest first. Here…” Saorshe says as she hands over the opened diary, “we managed to get it open. We found out that by participating in a trial we could resurrect you, and there’s some info on the DeathDromes in there as well. I’m sure the answers about the ritual that killed you is in there. And more.”
  “Thanks. Really. For everything.” Cherice says under her breath, embarrassed.
  “So, umm, what’s death like?” Liam asks childishly.
  “I’m glad you asked. There was this light that I was gliding toward, and when I got there all my friends and family that I’ve lost were waiting for me. They showered me with hugs and kisses… it was beautiful. Then my cousin Monty said to me ‘Bitch, go back where you came from.’”
  “I can see your sense of humor has returned.” Liam remarks.
  Saorshe uses her Sight power to look at Cherice to see if anything about her has changed since her resurrection. She can tell that there is definitely something different about her, but she’s still not technically ‘alive’. She then checks in with Intel to let him know that the trial was a success and that Cherice is okay.
  “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m tired and am in need of some nice deep sleep.” Liam says while yawning.
  “I should get back to the library and do some research. I wrote down some of the passages from the diary that I think might contain some info we could use.” Saorshe adds.
  “And I should check in on the others at the base.” Jack says as he gets in the Liam’s car.
  The others pile in and take off down Lake Shore Drive.

  Saorshe sits in the library going over the passages she copied from the diary. Some of them refer to how to defeat the Water DeathDrome, specifically by electricity.
  “That is the best news I’ve heard all day.” She exclaims to herself.

  After Liam dropped the others off at SubT, Jack and Cherice decided to go and check in on the army base situation. Pulling up alongside the gate they see an insane sight… there are between thirty and forty vampires surrounding the armory building. They are attempting to break into the fortified complex by bashing the doors in.
  “So much for getting some rest.” Jack sighs.