And The Hunt Begins

[Beau Blanc]

**As a little note, this will just be in Salem, not exactly at the 'Salem Centre. There just wasn't a 'Streets' option lol**


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It was often hard to keep track of all the genetic mutants that had escaped. It often seemed as if whenever one was brought back, another had escaped. Beau had made suggestions before about making the facilities more secure, but had anyone listened to him? No. And now look what happened, more had escaped. And who did they send to clean up their mess? Beau. The lazy buggers couldn't do anything themselves.

Letting out a sigh, Beau pulled out the small file from his coat. Flipping through it, he glanced at the numerous genetics that were out and needed to be dragged back to the facility. Apparently a few had been spotted in this town, and he had been sent to check it out.

It was night time, and it was pretty cold out. Luckily for Beau, he was able to stay warm by making his body vibrate at a high enough speed that it was unnoticeable and enough to keep him warm. His eyes peered around the the streets as he kept looking around. He needed to make sure if anyone showed up that needed to be dragged back, that he'd be there to grab them.

[Faith Webster]

I‘m over it
You see I‘m falling in the vast abyss
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Faith was given some cash by the Professor and Logan and was told to go shopping for presents for her to give to the others. So she was of course dressed in jeans, a tee shirt, tennis shoes, and a light weight jacket. The cold really never did bother her, so she just grabbed the jacket for looks and decoration. She walked down the sidewalks illuminated by the streetlights, as if she needed those to see, and paused just a few feet from an alley opening. She pulled out her list, and noticed that the only one she hadn‘t gotten a gift for was of course her father.

She didn‘t know what gift to get someone like her, as the two of them were so much alike it was pretty eerie. She knew that the two of them didn‘t sleep easy at night, and that they both needed an outlet of destruction to vent their energy upon. So she had decided to look at training dummies for him to beat up. However, at all the ones she looked at, she only saw herself or Logan slicing them to pieces. Okay, so she had decided to stick to the danger room for that. She sat one bag down on the sidewalk next to and balled up her now empty hand into a fist and look at it. It was a look of ‘why me‘, and her other semi full hand rubbed the area between her knuckles as if they were sore. She shook her head to clear it of the thoughts, and sniffed the air.

The hair on the back of her neck stood straight up, and her hearing picked up rapid movement nearby. Her nose had alerted her to a government operative near by, and the stench was overwhelming. She looked around her, looking for multiple escape routes and sighed. Not another building route. She still hasn‘t quite forgiven herself for the last time she had used that one. So instead, she had decided upon a more Howlett appropriate approach. She took a defensive stance and called out to whoever it was that was there to take her back. ”Whose there? And what in the hell do you want?” She knew she didn‘t have to ask the question, but she still did anyway.

“Speaking…”
‘Thinking…’
”Other person talking…”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Clouded by memories of the past
At least, I see

TIME :: Evening
TAG :: Beau, Open
WORDS :: 383
NOTES :: Please don’t make her do another impression of a wrecking ball…
STATUS :: Done
CREDIT :: LYCAN!!

[Beau Blanc]

This part, the waiting, was what Beau hated the most. To a regular person, waiting a minute felt like forever. For Beau, who moved at superspeed, saw the world around him in an already slowed pace. A minute could literally last an eternity to him. His brain worked in superspeed, his reactions were heightened, the world was slow, and he hated it. If he was lucky, his target, any target really, would show up soon. He didn't want to waste another night again.

And, as luck would have it, he was lucky. Beau had slowly began to close his eyes and drift off, needing to conserve some energy, but he was soon woken up. It wasn't the steps or the shuffling of fabric that had alerted his ears, but something far more blatant. He was being called out.

Keeping his eyes shut, he replayed the images of the targets in his mind. The voice was young...female...There were five targets, three were female, and only two were relatively young.Judging by how the voice seemed to be a bit hardened, Beau would bet his life that it was his main target. The one they had been trying to find for awhile.

Finally opening his eyes, he used his speed and soon appeared behind her, floating inches from the ground. "Blur. And what I want is..." he began, then zipped off in a blur, only to appear behind her again. "You!" he called out, his body now dropping down a few inches to allow his feet to hit the ground. "So, what do you say, come peacefully, or no?" he asked, smirking.

[Faith Webster]

I‘m over it
You see I‘m falling in the vast abyss
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Faith felt more than saw the operative zip behind her. She was ready for a fight. All she had to do was extend her claws and swipe. She was not going to go back no matter what. She suddenly wished Logan was there, as the two of them made a great tag team pair. If this guy was hell bent on returning her to the facility, then he had another thing coming. She had found a place that she liked, and no one was going to take her away from there. Nor were they going to take her from her father.

”So, what do you say, come peacefully, or no?”

She clenched her fists. Snikt. Her claws here out. ”I‘m not going anywhere. Especially with the like of you.” She snarled and made to swipe at his chest with her claws. She hoped it was enough for a distraction while she made her escape. She didn‘t look to see if she made contact or not before turning and running in the opposite direction. She knew it was a futile effort, but still she had to try. If it came to it, she will go down fighting and take him with her.

“Speaking…”
‘Thinking…’
”Other person talking…”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Clouded by memories of the past
At least, I see

TIME :: Evening
TAG :: Beau, open
WORDS :: 201
NOTES :: Time for an escape…
STATUS :: Done
CREDIT :: LYCAN!!

[Beau Blanc]

I wear this crown of thorns,
upon my liars chair,
full of broken thoughts,
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His eyes darted around quickly. He took in the scene before him, constantly watching for things to change. If anything did change, his reaction speed would pick up on it easily. Well, it would help him pick up on it so he could react. And sure enough, it was needed soon.

He had noticed her hand move and the claws come out as soon as it happened. But her next motion took awhile to happen. At least to him it took awhile. While she swiped out at him after claiming she wasn't going back, he quickly moved back. He was fine, but his dark blue shirt had been ripped.

Looking down at the rip, he sighed. As he looked back up, he saw the girl running and he smirked, shaking his head. Why did they always try to run? Yes they wouldn't know him by the way he looked, but the fact that he often appeared out of nowhere should have given them a clue that running would get them nowhere.

Beau just crossed his arms, went into the air, then softly landed in front of her shortly after. God he loved have superspeed. "Care to try that again?" he taunted, smirking all the while.

”Speaking…”
Thinking…
”Other person talking…”

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I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time,
the feelings disappear

TIME :: Evening
TAG :: Lycan/Open
MOOD :: 'Bout damn time
WORDS :: 409
NOTES :: Not letting his prey go
SONG ::
STATUS :: Done
CREDIT :: LYCAN!!

[Faith Webster]

I‘m over it
You see I‘m falling in the vast abyss
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So, this guy was fast. But was he smart? Faith needed to get back to the mansion and quick, but not if he kept up the act of blocking her exits. She needed to think, and quick. She knew that she needed to slow him down, but how… She thought of throwing liquid nitrogen all over him, but thought better of it. One, she didn‘t have any nor did she know where to get some. Two, she didn‘t want to kill the guy. So she tried to think of something else. ’Come one Faith, think…’ She told herself and looked around her again. She needed to know what she had around her and how to use it. There was a long heavy steel pipe propped up against the said of the building to her left. A car was parked to her right across the street. A street lamp three paces behind her. Those where good, but they may not slow him down like she needed.

”Care to try that again?”

He asked her, and she looked at him. She then smirked as she spotted the playground across the street. It had a sandbox. She knew that sand can cause friction, and if she could only get there… ”Sure, but you aren‘t going to take me back.” She told him with a smirk and quickly did a back flip. She continued to do back flips until she reached the sandbox. A car narrowly hit her as she crossed the street, but that didn‘t phase her in the least. She did a back flip into the sandbox and grabbed two large handfuls of the sand before coming up right once again. She turned to face him, keeping the sand from escaping her hands in their clenched fists. To her opponent, it looked like she was ready to fight but that wasn‘t it at all.

“Speaking…”
‘Thinking…’
”Other person talking…”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Clouded by memories of the past
At least, I see

TIME :: Evening
TAG :: Beau, open
WORDS :: 312
NOTES :: Not giving in without a fight…
STATUS :: Done
CREDIT :: LYCAN!!