A World Beyond (IC)

[Metanih]

"How about fuck you Damien? You are a liar, and i simply do not trust you. So guess what? You can put it down now. We outnumber you quite well." Hailey said, in an annoyed tone. "Perhaps if you hadn't betrayed me already, i would trust you a bit more. Please, tell me why you would betray me? It simply does not make sense, as i recall you being remotely smart." Hailey's voice had the Power of Awe behind it, and she planned on receiving an answer.

[Norvenia]

Gabriel shook his head very gently. "Damien, right now, we have to assume that the lives of everyone in Jasper depend on our returning that thing to Carry. He had it before we showed up, and things were fine; presumably, they'll go on being fine when it is returned to him. For the sake of everyone in Jasper, it needs to be returned. I cannot risk the lives of hundreds of normal people based on what this thing might or might not do in the wrong hands." Gabriel took another step forward, so that he stood ten feet away from Damien, hand outstretched. If he refuses one more time, the priest sadly resolved, I'm going to shoot him in the head before he has the chance to respond. Damien is too insane for me to take chances. He held his hand out, palm up, and spoke with all the depth of feeling he could muster (OOC: which means he's using Divine Charm in spades). "Please, Damien. For all our sakes, give me the Viper."

[New East Ireland]

"How about fuck you Damien? You are a liar, and i simply do not trust you. So guess what? You can put it down now. We outnumber you quite well." Hailey said, in an annoyed tone. "Perhaps if you hadn't betrayed me already, i would trust you a bit more. Please, tell me why you would betray me? It simply does not make sense, as i recall you being remotely smart." Hailey's voice had the Power of Awe behind it, and she planned on receiving an answer.

"Be- Ugh." Damien struggled not to answer, but found himself wanting to. He sighed. "Because... Because it was a mistake, dammit," Damien said. He dropped to his knees, and threw the Viper onto the ground, hard. "I didn't want to, but my voice just kept telling me too. I don't want to keep fighting! Everyone is dying, and people are hurt. The little cute dragon is gone, and so are the fluffy owls. I can't hold the voice back, but it wants me to kill everyone. Please, just kill me now."

Damien wiped the tears from his eyes, and backed up towards the door, still on his knees.

[Norvenia]

Gabriel took three steps forward, scooped the Viper up, and tucked it into the pocket of his coat. He looked Damien in the eyes. "Thank you, Damien," he said seriously. "You made the right decision." He stepped forward and took the trembling man gently by the shoulder. "I know about voices," he murmured softly. "I know about inner demons. And it's all right. You've made up for all of it. Te absolvo. Live."

Then he turned to the others. "Well," he announced wearily, "we're done here. Let's get back to the boats. Vernon, I'll have a look at that shoulder once we're safely out of Alcatraz." He began walking back toward the entrance. "Let's go."

[Metanih]

Hailey would try to give the Viper to Gabriel, but that didn't happen as Gabriel had already picked it up. He seemed rather sad, and shocked. Apparently, the mini-Godzilla was important to everyone, enough to cause Damien suicidal tendencies. Hailey didn't really know what to do about Damien. Suicidal tendencies were common enough from the mental institution, but Hailey's demon had always kept her from trying to help, and her Angel had always kept her from even talking to them. Apparently they were unclean. Angel was kind of a jerk.

[New East Ireland]

Gabriel took three steps forward, scooped the Viper up, and tucked it into the pocket of his coat. He looked Damien in the eyes. "Thank you, Damien," he said seriously. "You made the right decision."

Then he turned to the others. "Well," he announced wearily, "we're done here. Let's get back to the boats. Vernon, I'll have a look at that shoulder once we're safely out of Alcatraz." He began walking back toward the entrance. "Let's go."

Damien grabbed Gabriel's collar, and shook him violently. "Don't you get it? It's not over. As long as the voice is still there... As long as I'm alive... It will... Will..."

Damien stopped shaking Gabriel, and lowered his head. "It... Will fuck you up."

Suddenly, he grabbed Gabriel's neck, and tackled him onto the ground. With his free hand, he search Gabriel's coat, looking for the Viper. As he did, choking Gabriel, he uttered every curse word and foul sayings he could think of, trying to kill the holy man.

[Norvenia]

Gabriel took three steps forward, scooped the Viper up, and tucked it into the pocket of his coat. He looked Damien in the eyes. "Thank you, Damien," he said seriously. "You made the right decision."

Then he turned to the others. "Well," he announced wearily, "we're done here. Let's get back to the boats. Vernon, I'll have a look at that shoulder once we're safely out of Alcatraz." He began walking back toward the entrance. "Let's go."

Damien grabbed Gabriel's collar, and shook him violently. "Don't you get it? It's not over. As long as the voice is still there... As long as I'm alive... It will... Will..."

Damien stopped shaking Gabriel, and lowered his head. "It... Will fuck you up."

Suddenly, he grabbed Gabriel's neck, and tackled him onto the ground. With his free hand, he search Gabriel's coat, looking for the Viper. As he did, choking Gabriel, he uttered every curse word and foul sayings he could think of, trying to kill the holy man.

That was about the worst thing Damien could have done.

Gabriel had been trained in MACMAP - the Marine Corps Matial Arts Program, one of the deadliest fighting styles in the world. He hit Damien in the side of the ribcage hard enough to shatter the floating ribs, jerked his knee into the other man's groin as they fell hard enough to mash Damien's testicles, and then overwrapped Damien's right arm at the elbow with his left arm while jerking with his whole body to the left, a particularly brutal move designed solely to snap the arm in half. The Viper, meanwhile, was in a zippered inside pocket of his leather jacket, well protected from Damien's roving hands. Finally, Gabriel jammed the barrel of his still-cocked revolver into Damien's solar plexus. "Stop," he grunted, "or I will end you here and now."

[New East Ireland]

Damien laughed, but not like any laugh that Gabriel had heard. It was demented, and deformed. Deranged, almost. "No, no you wouldn't, holy man. The thing about us is that you... You have rules. Me? I don't have rules. So you can suck my big, fat- N- n- NO! Gabriel, shoot me! End it now! I don't want to hurt you, but the voice... He'll get you. Please, do it now!"

Now, Damien was crying. "Please... Please stop the madness..."

[Metanih]

Hailey pulled out her own gun. It was useless against supernaturals anyway, and therefore was only good for humans. Like Gabriel. "Gabriel, I believe that that is quite wrong. When one can restrain an opponent, which i have no doubt you can, it is better to do that than kill him." She pointed the gun at him. Mostly she was trying to distract him from Damien, so that shooting would not occur. That would be bad. One thing she had learned was that people got really upset when those with suicidal tendencies killed themselves. Therefore, suicide was bad, and wanting to be killed should be discouraged.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Frederick continued to stare in disbelief at his newfound arm, which he had unrightfully taken from him so many years ago, the one that had just now returned by means unknown. He wondered what kind of miracle was capable of such a thing. And then, it struck him. He should have died when Mr. G's wrathful thunderbolt slammed into him. But no, he did not, and now here he was, completely healed, even better off than he had been when he had been abducted into Mr. G's little horror story. And Fluffy was nowhere to be found.

He then heard the sound of metal hitting metal, and turned to where Damien was, the latter having just tossed the Coiled Viper away. He heard him mention that the cute little dragon was gone. This did nothing but confirm his suspicions. His suspicions that the now gone Fluffy had something to do with his healing. Both of his arms dropped, and he clenched both of his fists.

"Thanks..." He muttered under his breath.

He then grabbed both his Kukri and his pistol, and turned around with his rage visible on his face. He looked up at the entity that was responsible for this. The entity without the assistance of which he would not have been struck by lightning, which would have prevented Fluffy from healing him and disappearing.

"BASTARD!" He yelled, and began shooting.

[Norvenia]

This can't go on, Gabriel thought. We can't deal with this right now. He made a snap decision, and pistol-whipped Damien in the side of the head, with force calculated to knock the other man unconscious but leave him otherwise unharmed. Rolling the senseless principal off of him, Gabriel pulled a pair of plastic ties from the pockets of his jacket and zipped them tight around Damien's wrists and ankles. That should deal with the situation for now. He picked up Damien's limp form and flung him over his own shoulders in a fireman's carry. "All right," panted Gabriel. "Now let's finally get out of here." He glared at Fred. "Fred! Look, I know this must be difficult for you, but right now I need you to get it together and move. Clear?" At that moment, Gabriel's voice was all the sharp command of a Marine officer, none of the soft understanding of a priest. Hopefully, it would get through. Turning, Gabriel himself started for the prison's exit.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Mr. G cleared his throat.

"Very well then." he said, seeming to have calmed down. "I have kept my word. The inhabitants of Jasper have returned to it." he said, sitting down. "You have the Viper. Do what you will from here. You have also left Sam Francisco on the brink of absolute war, and killed thousands on the way." he said.

The being looked at them all. "Well then. You have all destroyed this story. But don't worry," G chuckled. "I have you stuck in it."

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Frederick heard the words of the militant priest, but did not heed them and choose to ignore them instead. He continued shooting at the dreaded entity until his gun had run out of ammunition, at which point Mr. G, unamused and calm, spoke to them and chuckled, which did nothing to relieve Frederick of his anger. He almost tossed the pistol away, but stuffed it into one of the pockets of his coat instead, and firmly held the Kukri in his left arm, the one that had been receiving all the excercise during all the past years. He briefly thought of attacking Mr. G again, but then his mind backtracked to when Earl had punched the bastard in the face. It would certainly accomplish nothing, and would furthermore possibly destroy what Fluffy had given him back. Another thought then invaded his mind. To escap. He held the Kukri with the blade downward. However, he then thought that such an action would, too, destroy what Fluffy had given him. Wrathful and sad, he simply turned and walked away at an accelerated pace, soon walking past the priest, but not before turning to him and whispering to him with glacial fury. "You know nothing." He then walked past Gabriel and headed to the ship.

[Ameriganastan]

Mr. G cleared his throat.

"Very well then." he said, seeming to have calmed down. "I have kept my word. The inhabitants of Jasper have returned to it." he said, sitting down. "You have the Viper. Do what you will from here. You have also left Sam Francisco on the brink of absolute war, and killed thousands on the way." he said.

The being looked at them all. "Well then. You have all destroyed this story. But don't worry," G chuckled. "I have you stuck in it."

An object whizzed through the air, and bounced off of G's head. It was Earl's empty flask.

"Yeah, yeah. Big scary Mr. G. We're still stuck in the story, of Mr. Electric Bitch Fit. Somehow, you lost a bit of your edge with that pal."

Earl flipped him off, and followed behind Fred.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Mr. G cleared his throat.

"Very well then." he said, seeming to have calmed down. "I have kept my word. The inhabitants of Jasper have returned to it." he said, sitting down. "You have the Viper. Do what you will from here. You have also left Sam Francisco on the brink of absolute war, and killed thousands on the way." he said.

The being looked at them all. "Well then. You have all destroyed this story. But don't worry," G chuckled. "I have you stuck in it."

"And that, my dear Moriarty, is the greatest mistake you've ever made," Vernon said, stepping forward and staring Mr. G down while the others made the mistake of attacking him. You can't fight a god, not with fists nor sword nor... flasks, apparently. Vernon knew this, and he knew suitcases wouldn't work. Now wasn't the time for super-crazy-happy-fun-suitcase-murder-time, though that was probably only "super-crazy-happy-fun" for Vernon himself, it was time to rally the team. Vernon didn't "rally", but he did tell Mr. G off, so he figured that that could rally the troops. Probably. Maybe. OK, not likely, but it was worth a shot.

"You know what I mean," he began to say calmly and stoically, though every cell in his body radiated hatred and restrained anger, "you've lost. This time, Mr. G, you've brought together a group that you can not handle. You may have been able to control everyone in the past, even Nicholas Cage, but not this time. You've gathered a team that is simply too much. Damien is evidence of that. Gabriel is evidence of that. Hailey is evidence of that. Earl is more evidence that alcohol will fuck your shit up, so let's ignore him for a second. I am evidence of that. Face it, we just shattered that dragon's illusion to pieces, we ripped through the very fabric of reality just to grab some gaudy piece of shit knick-knack for a B-list celebrity impersonator! If we can break that illusion, how well can yours fare? We killed no one Mr. G, no one has ever died by our hand and no one ever will. Why? You've known exactly when everything was going to happen, exactly how everything was going to happen, because you organized it that way. We are all but pawns, huh? And that amuses you to no end. You, Mr. G, set in motion these events, and you organized them. YOU ARE A MASS-MURDERER! You even orchestrated Hailey and Annette's relationship, which is kind of weird in the first place, you sick pedophile. You've killed every single one of those people. You killed every single one of us! Mika, Randy, Jun... all of them. I think I know why, too. You're afraid. You're afraid of us, the dysfunctional family of the clown detective, the boozed-up... mechanic, I think, the social outcasts, the priest, and the princi- rapi- moles-... the Damien. You've killed us all because you were trying to weaken us, just like you've done a thousand times before, BECAUSE YOU! WERE! AFRAID! Well, you know what? UP YOURS, ASS-HAT! I'll play your game, and the rest of us will too, because we are but pawns. In the end though, aren't the pawns the most important? Especially since we're already being traded in for better pieces."

He turned to the group and mouthed the words I'm so sorry I just said that. Forgive me, I don't do speeches. He then turned to face Damien with a slight smile, approaching him cautiously.

"Now, now Seward," he said pleasantly, "there's no need to end it all. You know who we're going to see? Batman!"

[Rupudska]

Catrin crossed her arms. All six of them. "Something tells me this story is just one arc of a much bigger one. You're not telling us everything, are you, Mr. G? Or is Earl right, and you really are having a bitch fit?" She shook her head. "I don't know. My brain is too full of fuck after this insanity you call a story to know much of anything. I haven't felt this messed up since I tried to watch the end of 2001: A Space Oddyssey while stoned in Amsterdam last year. Frankly, I don't care. I have had quite enough of your shit." She gave him the Bras d'honneur and stormed off.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Mr. G watched the group depart and arrive in San Francisco. He placed a cigar in his mouth, and rested his head in his hands. "Alright then..." he said quietly to himself.

Then he walked out of the room, humming along to himself. The thing about shitty books is that they always end up having sequels. How nice.

Mr. G walked back in, and scribbled a message on the wall.

To be Continued.

Cliches. How fun.