Break Down (Black B.)

[Seven Snis]

He scrubbed furiousy at his hands with a rust colored napkin. It used to be so soft and silky, but had hardened with blood over years of blood and cleaning. His hands were stained to a permanent red tint, it infuriated him to see such evidence on his hands.
Seven, leaned over the edge of the rooftop, falling hever occured to him up in such heights. It wuld take a true dumb ass to attempt a murder against he.
Besides, with the bodies littering the roof, it woud scare them first.
Seven had gone killing, who? It did not matter anymore.
He glanced back at the variety of victims, some small children, others elderly woman and men, and then there were the thugs. But what was most interesting was hw they were killed. Some had been strangled or stabbed, the wounds and marks obvious. But, others had their entrails spilled onto the cconcrete, the jugular of humans displayed for all to see.
Seven turned back to his hands, washing and wiping, repeat.

[Black Bird]

Jethro was planning on spilling the blood of an adolescence who asked Jethro to assist them in their search for their missing canine, but his sensitive ears allowed him to hear the arousing sound of slaughter from the rooftop of a tall office building. He couldn't help but wonder who was responsible of this doing, so instead of torturing the boy with a few years different to his own, Jethro tricked the kid into running into a dead-end alley and in the shadows, snapping his neck. Then he walked away, acting as casual as he could be.
The building wasn't far away, but the closer he got, the screaming shrunk until there wasn't anymore. They must have all been dead now. He calculated the amount of people that could have been up there, and he assumed much more than ten individuals. Something bumped into Jethro's leg, and he saw a young Rottweiler. Could it have been the kid's dog? He wasn't going to let the poor creature find its owner sprawled out on the concrete, so Jethro led it to his destination and walked up the stairs with the dog until he got to the roof of the building. Jethro has a soft spot for animals..
Jethro opened the door to the roof and he was delighted at the sight of dozens of bloody bodies. The dog barked and rushed towards the bodies, feasting on the meat of a middle-aged woman. Jethro let the dog be and walked around, taking a look at all the bodies that were slaughtered. His eyes wandered over to the killer still on the scene. It was Seven's doing- how ironic. "Nice work you've done here." He called to him, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets. "How the f*ck did you get all these people up here? Didn't seem to hard since you killed them all now."

[Seven Snis]

As if on cue, the door opened, but the noise that greeted him made him pause in his current work, glancing up but not turning to look. Snuffling and small yips of what was almost joy made him shudder, it was an animal. The door shut and he knew it wasn't just an animal.
He slowly rose, tucking his cloth into his jacket sleeve and turning to be welcomed by a small Rottweiler and a black haired boy. Jethro was the name, 'Black Bird' as his alias was. Seven didn't care for a nickname, if someone found out who he was, let them use his name, Seven held no shame in it. But maybe holding a nickname was more for the fame than the secrecy. What kind of name would he want? He paused again, thinking it over. No, he didn't deserve one.
Seven gave a low chuckle and turned back to his company. He was never very fond with animals, t was more of a dislike for them, but he stayed neutral. The idea of a killing machine just didn't appeal to him if he wasn't the one doing the killing. Old fashion Seven.
"Does it really matter?" He replied with a neutral tone, "They all had a party and didn't invite me. Such a rude thing, is it not?" He answered finally. The instataneous flash if images was wonderful, filling his head with vivid splashes of blood as he dropped from a porch overhanging above a boisterous party. Slicing the wrist of an elderly man whi had once been the host of such an event. The people had burst into a fit of hysterical screaming and terror. Of course, a good majority of them had not even been human. Vamps, Weres, and magical beings alike, slaughtered in vain, all for one person's amusement and personal purposes.
"So what brings the great Black Bird here, gracing me with his powerful being." He gave a small bow, straightening himself and crossing his arms. It didn't really surprise him that he'd been drawn to the great gathering of death, but, nonetheless, he was curious.

[Black Bird]

Jethro whistled for the dog, and it came running by his side. The creature seemed friendly, which is was he didn't like. His intention was to keep the dog and train it to kill but also have a loyal bond with Jethro and the stray cat he feeds. It's reward would be the flesh of the person he asked it to slaughter since it enjoyed the taste of a human. "sit." He ordered, assuming the dog knew what that meant, and it did. "I wasn't invited either. Why didn't you tell me to come up here? I'm the life and death of a party, like you are as well." He retorted with a somewhat pouty tone.
Jethro reached in his pocket and revealed to Seven another wet wipe like from the other day. "You need another napkin." He commented with a dull tone, dropping the wipe on Seven's silver hair. "I heard screaming and I wanted to he a part of their suffering. But than I found the dog and I got backtracked a little. I came up here anyway to see the mess."
Jethro's eyes scanned the scene yet again and found a group of small children, their bodies on top of each other and caked in a crimson coat of blood. It made him shudder. He killed many people but not children, for he found that sickening to him. As annoying as they were he was never able to bring himself to putting a knife through a toddler's head like Seven was effortlessly able to succeed in.

[Seven Snis]

He trolled his eyes, "Well, it's not like I can just call you or shout your name that I'm about to go on a killing spree. And besides, it was sort of a 'in the moment' event." He said taking the wipe. He looked back at his black handkerchief before tucking it into his pants, taking the wipe and cleaning his hands. He was a bit of a neat freak when it came to blood. Just on him though.
He hated the feel of blood between his fingers unless it was his own, that was okay.
"Nice to know." He said as he stood up, taking a glance at the dog. He was uneasy around them and wasn't that into animals. But he'd make an exception.
Seven caught Jethro's eyes lingering over the children; he didn't say anything; that was just rude in a way. Of course, Seven didn't think of them as children rather more as slaves or victims, and he was just the savior. Might as well finish the inevitable anyways.
"So...Would you like to finish the job or do I gotta take the party elsewhere? The police will arrive soon, but we can disappear way before then and wreck another party." He said with a light grin.

[Black Bird]

Jethro made an effort to forget about the children only meters away from him and continue the conversation. The dog was rubbing at his leg and making little grunting noises From his throat. It was kinda cute. The dog wanted some lovin'. "I guess it would be fun to mess with the cops." He replied finally, bending down to pet the dog between its ears. "But I don't them to shoot my dog," it was than he declared it would be his dog and he didn't want to loose it, himself, however, wouldn't care if he took a bullet or two, as long as it wasn't anywhere that could be fatal to him.
His ears tuned into the sound of sirens. It was obvious they couldn't leave now and he accepted the fact they'd have to kill some members of authority. It was something he enjoyed very much, for his father was a police officer and has been searching for Jethro for over a year. Killing some of the men who worked with him showed he couldn't be stopped. "Well, can't say no now, can I?" He retorted, feeling the knife in his necker pocket. "I just have to find a place for my dog."

[Seven Snis]

"The dog is your responsibility." He stated. Again, he didn't usually work with animals. He growled, not at Jethro, but at the authorities. They were useless parasites that did absolutely nothing, not about his mother or father, not about him. People were nothing but parasites, monsters too!
He pulled his gun out, cocking it and sticking in ammo.
He didn't give a f*** about the world or the city, all that mattered was the end.
"Do what you want with the dog." He slammed the door shut behind him, not waiting and just barging into the building. He waited on the staircase and one after another, police ran up the steps, their weapons sheathed unfortunately fro them. He sliced one after another, bodies rolling down the stairs until it completely blocked the escape.

"Damn it all to Hell!" He growled reloading the gun and gathering his knives. Seven exited back onto the roof, "They'll be more coming up the elevator." He warned.

[freedom]

Seamus and Blaze had decided to continue flying into the city instead of landing farther back. A dense fog had begun to roll in, which obscured everyone's vision just enough that the two could fly in unnoticed. The fog was so dense in fact that had it not been for the multiple sirens, Seamus would probably not have known where to fly. He used their sound as guidance, until the smell of the dead became so strong that he used that to find the rooftop. Landing on the corner of the building, he set down Blaze and looked at the current carnage. The sight reminded him of the attack at the hospital with Claw, which began to fill him with anger and hurt. But as he drew his sword, he sensed the group of officers riding up the elevator and had caught the last end of Seven's sentence. Seamus wouldn't put any more lives at risk, and he locked up the gears which drove the elevator up, leaving them stuck in place. After this, he made his first steps towards the murderers.

"So, it is you two that have been causing all the problems." Fire raged in his eyes as his hand tightened around the handle of the sword.

[Blaze]

Blaze looked at the ground mostly at fog but she could see the cars and the people that had bright color cloths on. Once hey landed she saw Jethro, Seven, a dog, then died people. blaze liked animals but tried to ignored the dog. "Um... how exactly did y'all get all these people up here?" she asked. She knew that it wasn't worth knowing but she wanted to know. Blaze had fault against them once and wasn't afraid of them still.

[Seven Snis]

He paused, the cranking and squeaks causing the authorities to scream in terror as there elevator stopped. Seven pounded his fist against the elevator doors, his fingers digging into the doors until he was able to pull the doors open. Seven paused, raising his knife to the pulley that held up the elevator.
The heavy beat of wings made an automatic growl rise up inside him. He turned, his knife still pursed to the strings. It was an angel.
Seven was not new to the world of monsters, he'd killed many in his time, but he'd never come face to face with a guardian.
He let out a dark chuckle, "Problems?" He stopped, turning his face to see burning rage.
Lovely.
His smile widened into a grin and he couldn't help but growl excitedly. "What? I'm only speeding up the inevitable." He said in an innocent voice.
Seven tightened his grip on the knife and the rope, the strings beginning to unravel and the elevator shaft shaking unsteadily.

A soft voice caught his attention and he turned to Blaze, the little nuisance. "Covered those scars yet?" He teased. Seven looked between the angel and Blaze, "Does it really matter?" He said answering her question.

[Black Bird]

Jethro's dog started to bark and scrape the floor, wanting to to at the angel and, Blaze? My my, Jethro never thought he'd see the likes of her ever again. The killer held the Rottweiler by the collar and a little smirk grew on his lips. The police in the elevator weren't a worry to him but the angel seemed to leave him puzzled. "I'm shocked, Blaze." He stated, sitting the dog down as it growled at them. "I honestly thought you were dead. Did your angel friend save your life?" The killer took out his dagger, clean of any dry blood from his past kills.

[Blaze]

Blaze just stairred at Seven for a few seconds before replying. "Very funny. and yes it is important these people are innocent." Blaze said. she started to hear the dog bark. "That's what you get for thinking. No he did not help me. I got better on my own." she said. "Wait when did y'all get a dog? I'm surprised that its not dead along with the rest of the people." she continued. blaze grabbed her knife from her pocket and watched as Jethro cleaned the dried up blood that was on his knife off.

[freedom]

Seamus looked at the two and laughed slightly, not by much but enough. "Sometimes, the inevitable needs to wait. These people had families, loved ones, people that cared for them. And you have no right over anyone else to make the choice that they should die. Like the cops that are in that elevator. You think you have control over them when you really don't." And with that, the cable was severed, not by Seven's blade, but by Seamus. The security protocols of the elevator stopped the elevator from crashing into the ground, but the severed cord snapped around from the stress, directly at Seven's arm.

[Seven Snis]

Seven pouted, his lips in a grim line. Well this wasn't as fun as he had hoped. He looked at the elevator, his heart set on killing the lot, but it seemed the rope had already snapped. He heard the startled shrieks of the police as they were suddenly stopped; sadly, still alive.
He frowned, looking down as the cord snapped his arm, a large cut seeping blood. "Now look you what you've done. You angels ruin all the fun. And this stain will never come out." He complained in a high pitched whine.
Seven.
He sniffled dramatically, he reached out, taking out his previously seen black handkerchief out, a sigh escaping his lips just as he flicked his wrist. A silver knife flying out straight towards the annoying pest in the sky.

[freedom]

Seamus brought his hand in front of his face, using his power to slow the knife to a stop, right infront of him. "Please now, there is no need to start a fight that no one can win. Although I do applaud you on the reflexes. I almost didn't see that coming. Almost." Grabbing the handle of the knife, pulling it from its suspended state, he tossed it back lightly to Seven as if giving him another chance. "How about we just all go home, and I take care of the clean up. I'll even heal your arm if you want."