[b]Scene Title: Scorched Past

Characters: Gregory Zivaku, Rose Remercyan, and a few "Influenced" (mooks) from the Condemnedverse of Metro City.

Context (Situation): After a strange trip to Atlantica, Greg has a rather violent run in with a familiar Interference before helping her to calm down. This takes place after "Wish I Had An Angel" for Greg and after a later temporary imprisonment in East City for Rose, as well as after six months in this universe for the latter.[/b]

[i]Burnback Alley, Metro City[/i]

Decrepit. Bloodstained. Not a lot going for this place. The addicts of various sorts were not here at present, or at least not here and alive.

A pile of corpses in the center of a light on this area with its broken in wooden roof, its cement walls and floor.

Gregory Zivaku was tense. He held a metal bar that had once been a handrail in his left hand, and had been stalking his target for some time, just trying to follow anyone. He had his clothing, but not his Etherspace pouch, and not his weapons. Crouched behind this concrete pillar, he saw the corpses, watched as the denim-jacket wearing vagrant with his two-by-four with nails ran into a dark corner to look for something, jumping over the corpse of a trespasser with a bulky brown coat and backpack on the way.

Silence for several seconds. He had to wait, to see if he could get by, avoid the police if possible unless they would be peaceful.

This was not a good day.

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Darkness. A comfortable place.

She lurked within the shadows, waiting for someone that might threaten her, because they were out there. They were just waiting for her. They had been for so long. Must stay alive, nothing else mattered but living.

There. One of those denim-wearers. Perfect opportunity.

The crowbar was raised and brought down with frightening speed and impunity, embedding itself into the skull of the Vagrant before being pulled out and then slashed across his throat. With a sickly gargling sound, he started falling towards her, but she shoved the new corpse away before climbing a nearby banister, bringing her precious things with her. Soon, she was out of sight...but not before scoping out another one, a man. Armed, but he looked cleaner than the rest. Interesting. Follow? Best idea.