Thread: Return to Springfield - Rescue of Miranda pt.2 (Walker, Miranda, Mackenzie)

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Humid night air blew through the cracked window as Emma drove down Battlefield. The irony of the name not lost on her. Her cellphone tucked between her left shoulder and left ear she listened to the third police contact of the night giving her a run down on suspect crimes including breaking into a graveyard, a knocked over bloodmobile, and three 'occult' crimes since Cocteau's arrival in Lamar.

Were they all the Sabbat? No telling... but they could be and it was some place to start. After all, the Sabbat didn't go around wearing bright orange vests with "WARNING: SABBAT MEMBER" on the back. One couldn't simply cruise a city the size of Springfield and hope to stumble upon them luckily.

Left on republic, right on golden... a steady speed, just five miles an hour above the speedlimit. She'd given Mackenzie a map to mark out the locations in which all the crimes, except the bloodmobile, happened within a dozen or so blocks of each other. Seemed likely this was their turf.

"Thanks George, you're the best, if I get this guy I'll be sure to put in a good word with my Captain for your transfer. Yea... you got it, beers at Sluggers. Say hi to the wife for me."

Looking to Ben she says, "That's another one... vicious dog attack just three weeks ago and two exsanguinated victims in the last year... I know it's a little outside of our timeline but they may fit."

Catching Mackenzie's eyes in the rear view mirror she continues, "Mackenzie check on the 500 block of south Kickapoo, Delmare, and Meadowmere. If I'm not mistaken they should all be around the University campus... if that's the case, it would appear our hunting grounds are the few miles around the University campus. That may be as close as we can narrow it down. I doubt there is going to be much left at any of the crime scenes except for the most recent."

Looking to the passenger seat, "What's it going to be archon? We got a lot of ground to canvas or we can check out the crime scene. I got some skill with Auspex and I may be able to use another talent of mine to take a look and see what intel can be gathered."

Down the streets the three of them moved. Emma tried to keep her mind off the questions that always came up before going into combat. While it was true, she was probably one of the single best warriors in the city when it came to raw talent and understanding combined with the added edge of her powers, she didn't enjoy killing... anyone.

Perhaps the Sabbat deserved it, she knew just what they'd do to any innocent they came across... she'd been educated in their dogma long ago but the thoughts lingered incessantly. Was it because she knew the origins of the Sabbat? Maybe because her sire had more than one friend on the otherside too? Not every member of the Sabbat was a crazed human hating killing machine, albiet all of them were capable of that manner of hate but, by that token wasn't she? She'd killed humans before, though she was loathe to admit it.

Did they have sires and childer outside the sabbat, if she took the time... would they turn away from the sect? What were they in their mortal lives? Did they have families still? Was she killing someone's husband, their child, their father or brother? She'd had a father and a brother both of whom were taken from her by Cainites who no doubt told themselves they were doing the right and only thing to be done. How could she justify her actions when in truth she knew it was wrong to do what she was doing? Murder ... was murder and she couldn't tell herself that she'd come here for anything but cold blooded premeditated murder. Sugar coat it as she might try with the platitudes of lives she might be saving or poor Miranda Montreve who she barely knew... she was a killer tonight and she stalked the streets with two beasts who outwardly made no bones about what had to be done.

The large cat padded down the street her soft paws counterpointed sharply by the heavy footfalls of a running Ben Walker. Emma couldn't help but recalling another time like this, not so very long ago in the way of Kindred thinking, with two other gangrel... in happier times.

"Keep focused Emma... if you can't stay focused on what you're doing the..."

"ART LOOK OUT!" Tabitha screamed out as she spun connecting her boot with the head of the creature that had fallen out of the tree and put Art hard to the ground. His thin piece of flesh between his under-arm and thigh looking like some sort of wing or webbing...

Emma opened fire into the Nosferatu who immediately obfucated and tried to fall away from Art for another attack but Art was too fast for him. The old gangrel growled as he picked up the Nosferatu and put him hard against a brick wall.

Tabitha laughed and Emma couldn't help but smirk as the other red-head spoke,"Practice what you teach Art."

Putting down the Nosferatu who had agreed to let them hunt him, as repayment of an old debt, "Yes well, now you see what can happen, yes fledgling?"

Emma nodded and stiffled her laugher.

"Let your guard down for a second on the hunt... and it could be your last so focus, you got me girl!"

"Yes Sir, Mr. Morgan, Sir."


Emma smiled as she looked to Ben Walker beside her and then Mackenzie before her. It really was similar in a lot of ways. She missed Art, his funny anticdotes with no point... his mixed up old sayings and proverbs... his way of making a girl feel better no matter the bad shit she'd gotten herself into. Emma silently wished her brother would pay Ben a visit, just so she had an excuse to put her eyes on him again, even if it wasn't appropriate she speak to him now.

That was when she felt ...IT. Her scream began 3/4 of a second after she felt the flow diverting around an object, "LOOK OUT!" One, two, three... how many were there? She lost count of the distortions but it was clear they were out numbered and no matter who was with you, you never could be sure what the enemy had brought to bear... you had to assume the worst.

Emma's chin flew to the left as the she was jacked in the right jaw by a fist that felt as though it was a cinder block. The world slowed and she could see Mackenzie and Ben taking fighting stances surrounded by what was surely the men they hunted. They were behind the last building on a dead end street... was this their haven? Emma let her eyes scan for humans who might be watching as she turned back to her assailant... her attempt to protect the first tradition allowing the second punch that moved far slower than the last one to land true. Her fangs descended as this one impacted her stomach.

No Humans... my turn, you son of a bitch.

She could see the second and the third who had bent the flows, beyond him but, it would be too late for their friend before they would make it to his side.

"A warrior moves without thought... Emma's hand moved with purpose and to her eyes, no faster than if grabbing a shot of irish whiskey, to him... likely he and anyone else never saw her motion at all.

A warrior's motions are always made with purpose, no action wasted for florish or show. She gripped his neck with the hand of one out stretched arm. His eyes not yet showing that the thoughts of what was about to happen even were registering yet.

A warrior makes use of their most basic instruments to their best advantage. Emma fell upon the creature and tore his throat with gnashing fangs, blood flowing down her face, neck and front.

And if a warrior must use lethal force... As she pulled back she could see it now, just starting to register as he likely ran through the questions in his mind about how fast he was, how she couldn't know he was coming, of how it was impossible that she had moved faster, of how she must have elder blood of how she was the tool of his sworn enemies and...

She must kill." Chavel said flatly. ...how he would now die. Emma potently slammed his skull into the pavement again and again watching the light in his eyes fade to a dullness of torpor even as his friends began to realize the creature they were about to land into melee with. And for some reason, it didn't even occur to Emma to stop this time, the questions fading into a reason that seemed good enough for the moment. Attack me as beasts... and I shall put you down like them!

The world leapt forward then, at a terrible speed as claws emerged through her back and out her front, even through the vest. Emma coughed vitae in spite of her attempt not to. The enemy behind her hadn't used Celerity, she'd never felt him coming... never saw him... as if he'd fallen out of the sky. She never knew that when she'd finished with this one that another would be on her before the two in front of her could make it to her. She could hear his laughter and winced as he pulled out his claws and made to strike a second time with weapons so vicious they just might scar even her undead flesh.