Promises Made, Promises Kept (OPEN)

[Azura]

"WHERE IS HE!?" That dark, unnatural tone given with a harsh growl as the tiny redhead grasped the man about the collar, hoisting him up without much effort what so ever and holding him up off of his feet.

The man? One of the biggest underground drug runners in the city. She knew of him, if only because a lot of the research at The Facility was funded by less than legal means, and during her thirty plus years there, she had come in contact with more than her fair share. Indirectly of course, but it had been enough to give her a few names, and when she set her mind to it, tracking down the owners of those names, was not a problem.

"I..I told you! I don't know!" The man's words escaping through sputtered breaths as he coughed up a bit more blood. The room they stood in, in shambles from the sheer destruction she had rained down upon him and his cronies, all of which were laying scattered across the room, some more "whole" than others, some clinging to those last bits of life as they bled out on the floor, or wherever their bodies had landed.

Azura herself was covered in blood, yet there was not a scratch on her. It belonged to all of them, every single one that had thought they could try and stop her. The sounds of broken glass crunching beneath the boots she wore barely making its way to her ears, nor did the dying cries of his men as they coughed and sputtered to try and gain a breath that would never come. No, her focus was on this one....Lorenzo Montinelli. He was the one she had come here for, the rest had just been a bonus.

It was an odd sensation, that feeling of pure delight at the scent of the blood which covered her hands and the front of her black leather outfit. Fiery locks spilled about her face in a tangled mess, amber eyes stared at the man she held with utter contempt and hatred. Nothing about her, at least not in this moment, was like the girl that everyone knew to be Azura.

No, that darkness was eating away at her heart, at her soul and at her mind with every hour that passed, and as it stood, it had been almost twenty four of them. Twenty four long, painful hours in which she had managed to create a path of destruction so side, that it was a miracle this half of the city was still standing. Yet, even she knew, that if she did not find Alek and Father soon, if she did not find Cael and find some way to save him, to atone for her sin, to right her wrong, that the city would begin to fall. She would tear it apart, brick by brick to find him if she had to, and she would enjoy every second of it.

"LIAR! I know you have seen him! Now tell me where he is!!!" She slammed him back into the wall, plaster shattering around him and collapsing upon him and the floor below, his breath knocked out of him, he was forced to wheeze and try and gain it back, though he would soon feel her hand twisting, tightening his collar about his throat and cutting off his air.

Instantly he began to panic, shaking and crying as his hands clawed at her own gloved ones. He had already pissed his pants, before she had even gotten to him, and though she found the idea laughable, if not utterly disgusting, she paid it no mind. She knew, the moment he had seen her, that he had known what she was...and she knew, that anyone who dealt with Father, on any level, knew what one of his monsters could do.

"I heard that he has been getting supplies from Marco Santalo! That's all I know! I SWEAR!" Italian accent garbled through a mixture of blood and spit which pooled in his mouth as he struggled to breath. The name he gave committed to memory as the scowl on her face turned into a sick, dark and twisted grin, her head tilting slightly to the right as amber eyes looked up to him. Death written across her features.

His own eyes would begin to widen, already starting to bug out of his skull a bit as oxygen began to decrease more and more. His flesh turning a wide array of colors, from bright red to a bluish purple. The sight was fascinating to her, at least in this state, and a dark chuckle would be given as he began to again try and pry her hand from his throat. "T..There....I told you what you wanted..n...now let me go...." His pathetic plea for his life falling upon deaf ears as she watched him for a moment longer, head slowly tilting toward the opposite side, fiery eyes studying him with a slow intensity.

"Let you go?" She chuckled. "Very well." And with that, she would pull back with the arm which held him, and then throw him full force through the wall which she had currently been slamming him into. The sound of brick and plaster and cement shattering as his body went through every level until he was crumpled upon the ground outside, the dust making it hard to see though she could make out his outline just fine.

Slowly, with no hurry in her steps, she would make her way through the hole his body had created, the sound of debris crunching and breaking beneath her boots as she moved. Slow, methodical, no hurry in her steps. Oh sure, she wanted to find Cael, to right her wrong and to lock away this darkness which now possessed her, but it was that very darkness that insisted she enjoy every last second of this before she move on to the next.

Coming to where he was, she would look down at him, blood oozing from his skull which was undoubtedly cracked, tears staining his dirty, plaster covered face, his legs twisted at an odd angle and his arm clearly broken as the bone protruded from the flesh. Slowly, very slowly, she would lower herself down so that her elbows rested relaxed upon her knees. Her hair spilling into her eyes, she would again train those eyes upon his own as he opened them, looking at her with a plea in his gaze that fell upon a cold, and empty soul. "Pl..Please..." Nothing more than a whisper, a faint and distant sound hidden behind the wheezing breaths that he barely managed to drag into his lungs.

"Shhhhhh...." Her little, blood soaked finger coming to his lips to shush him as she shook her head, further tangling her locks, though she didn't seem to notice. "It will be alright. I am going to save you." Something in her tone seeming to create a chill within the air around her, and then, before he could say much of anything at all, other than shake his head weakly and sputter out a silent "No" she would press her hand flat against his face, and push down harder, and harder, and harder still.

First, it was his nose that broke, then...a tooth, and another...followed by what she could only guess to be his jaw...and then just as he began to gather the air in his lungs for one final scream, she would shift her weight, and force every bit of strength she had down into her arm, into her palm and crush his skull into the pavement. The back of it splitting open like a melon thrown into a wall, blood splattering everywhere and a final twitch rushing through his body before finally.....silence. A grin curling onto her lips as she watched the blood begin to spill out onto the pavement, mesmerized by it, and stationary.....for now.

[Cain Alexander]

For a long time now, the two had lost contact with each other. Employer and employee, the two had developed a partnership dedicated to the eradication of undesirables in every city they came upon. They had done it a year back in New York, and then California, and then Detroit, and now, here in New York once again, Cain had finally received his first bit of information from Chrynos. Cain owed this man his life, for he had saved him time and time again, more than Cain could remember, or even repay. And so, without hesitation, he had done what he was told. Despite his determination to stay in the back streets of this large metropolis, he knew where his loyalties lay, and this was a job only he could do.

The Facility. That was the name that Chrynos had given him, but the man, despite his resources, was unable to find anything else about them. Though, there was one bit about the little synopsis that caught his eye. 'Experiments'. And it was just a week past that he had met Azura, who had told him about people, experiments of an unknown company, that was terrorising the school, and the streets of New York. The only other thing that Chrynos had given him was a lead. Lorenzo Montinelli.

A drug runner, and one of the most prominent in the underground streets of New York. Was Cain going to approach him directly? Of course not. He was trained, and he was smart. He was going to find out more about this Lorenzo, and then he would strike. If this Lorenzo was indeed Cain's lead into finding more information on the Facility, the precise task that he had been appointed with, then Cain was going to ensure that he got it.

First step of executing a kidnapping, though, always scout out the area. With that said, skipping school for the day, the 17-year-old allowed himself to move deeper into the slums of New York, clad in a grey hooded sweater, and a white tank top below. A pair of blue denim jeans made him his lower bodywear, ending then in a pair of black sneakers. Plain and simple. No need to look fancy and outstanding for a task like this. No, blending in was his best option, and looking casual was the first step for it.

He approached the structure, his hands placed within the pockets of his hoodie. And the moment his brown eyes came upon it, Cain already found himself feeling bothered. It was completely empty. Not a single soul stood outside the structure. From experience, Cain knew that these men always posted guards outside their headquarters, for protection and to keep out unwanted visitors. But here... It was empty. Had he gotten the wrong address?

Perhaps. But Cain wasn't going to rule anything out. He paced towards the building, allowing himself to enter the alley at the side, knowing that walking through the front door was one of the worst choices he could make. He glanced over his shoulder, ensuring that he wasn't being followed, or noticed, before proceeding deeper into the dirty and swampy alley. He gazed through the windows discreetly, but failed to see any sign of the living within. He frowned. Something wasn't right.

And it was then that he heard a loud noise coming from the back of the building. His eyes widened, shooting forward as it stared at the junction of the back alleys. What the hell was that? He ran forward, and as soon as he came upon the alley in question, he found his body freezing. There, before him, lay a corpse with the skull smashed in, literally. And standing above him, facing his direction was...

"... A-... Azura?"

[Azura]

The sound of her name drew her eyes forward. Her once hazel eyes now a glowing amber shade would fall upon Cain as her head tilted for a moment. To be honest, it took her a few seconds to pull up just who it was, seeing as how everything in her mind had become so clouded and jumbled as of late. Though, once she realized it was him, her nose would wrinkle just slightly and a low growl would resound within her throat. "You shouldn't be here...." The tone of voice that she used was different than what it usually was, emotion lacking...well aside from anger and a murderous lust.

Shaking her head, she would continue forward, no intention to harm him, just to move past him as he was currently standing in the direction that she was headed. However, as she did, the sound of the door to the building she had just exited flying open would grab her attention...the corner of her lips turning upward into a little grin as she listened and waited.

Sure enough, the sound of a very distinct *click* would be heard, signaling that a gun had indeed been cocked. A split second later, before the shot could even be fired she would disappear and reappear behind the man. "Boo." Speaking right into his ear as her hands shot up and she snapped his neck with a simple flick of her wrists. The body collapsing at her feet and the gun clattering to the ground as it fell from his limp hand.

A few steps later, she would slam her foot down onto the gun, allowing it to shatter beneath her boot and then simply continuing forward, back in the direction of Cain and back in the direction of her next target. "You going to try and kill me now? Now that you know I am one of them? You can if you want....It won't work though." This was so far from being her, that it was literally unreal...but she had limitations, more than most really, and those had just been pushed too the breaking point.