forum One Upheaval After Another (Closed with phantomflame) (1/1)

Started March 07, 2023 by @RhysTheFirebird group

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Cyris pauses, quiet, looking back towards the door, “Oliver. . .” He takes a moment, “I’m not sure your uncle will be safe.” He turns, “I’m not sure it’s safe to leave yet. I feel uneasy about leaving. I’ve felt it since I woke up, but I always feel a little uneasy when I wake. The feeling hasn’t gone away though.”

He looks at Oli, quiet for a long moment, thinking.

(Brain still go burr)

(Lol mood)

Oli's smile immediately left his face and his hand went for one of the daggers he had.

"Are you saying there's someone here right now?" he asked quietly, his eyes full of alert. "He knows how to defend himself, and we have a pretty good security system, but…what do you think we should do?"
He couldn't hear any commotion outside, but then again, this place was meant to be soundproof. "Should we go back out?"

Cyris was gazing at the door, “I don’t know, I know I could certainly get into here without triggering any alarms. And, I’m sure they would have sent well trained people after me. Your uncle wouldn’t really stand a chance.”

Cyris looks at Oli, hesitating and then sighs, “We should.” He takes a deep breath, “But stay behind me, okay?”

Oli nodded, forcing his heart to slow down. Being afraid wouldn't help him.

He followed Cyris, steeling his nerves and doing his best to get rid of all of the worst-case scenarios that were running through his head. He just saw Damien, less than five minutes ago. Surely nothing could have happened during the time he had left him upstairs…right?

Cyris walk to the door pushing it open and walking out. He looks around, quiet. He sighs softly, relaxing slightly. He looks over his shoulder, “It’s fine for now, go find your uncle, I’ll stay out here and watch.” He smiles slightly, though it looked more like a grimace.

He walks to the bakery front, leaning back against the counter and holding a silent vigil., watching the doors.

Oli hesitated, not moving for a while. He didn't know what he would say to Damien, or even if he could say anything. But he felt like his uncle wouldn't react well to 'Hey, I know you thought I just left but apparently there are some people who could come in and kill you at any moment, so I thought you should know. Bye!'

Yeah, that wouldn't go over well at all. He took a deep breath and nodded to Cyris, leaving the bag of food next to him as he went back up the stairs.

It was only when he reached the top of them that he heard a pained whimper coming from his room, the door left slightly ajar.

Damien.

Taking another dagger out, the blade glinting in the early morning light, he slowly crept closer to his room and peeked in, his eyes widening at what he saw.

His uncle was on his knees with a gag in his mouth, a thin trickle of blood streaming down his throat as a jagged knife pressed against him. Oli could see the fear in his eyes, but he could also see the stubborn glint in there as well as he glared defiantly at his captor, who was a large figure wearing all black and was facing away from Oli, so he couldn't see his face.

"Where is he?" the figure practically growled, pressing the knife deeper into Damien's neck which made the stream of blood flow more quickly down his neck. "The next time I ask, you won't be leaving here alive. Just tell me where he is now and I'll spare your pathetic life."

Oli stood, frozen in terror. He knew his uncle would never say anything; Oli had that exact same type of stubbornness. He didn't know what to do, and he certainly couldn't call for Cyris without the person knowing that he was there.

(Sorry that took a dark turn, if you want me to change it/if you had another scenario in mind then just let me know)

Cyris tilted his head, he had a bad feeling. A really bad feeling. He turned and silently followed Oliver up the stares, standing behind him. He peers past him and blows out a soft sigh, and then whispers softly, so only Oli could hear him, “I don’t know how he expects your uncle to say something gagged.”

He flashes a grin, again it looked more like a grimace. He then looks at the guy, watching and he gripped Oli’s shoulder, ”I need you to go in there and tell him you know where I am. But you wont tell him unless he leaves your uncle alone, can you do that for me?” He looks at Oli, meeting his gaze.

(Trauma is the best character development, I have a character named Akila, and the amount of psychological shit I'm putting her through is astounding-)

Oli flinched, turning his head around in surprise before relaxing when his eyes met those familiar amber eyes. He hadn't even heard Cyris come up behind him. He listened to what he said and nodded, clenching his fists to keep his hands from trembling. He put his daggers away, making sure he could pull them out again at a moment's notice before standing up straight and pushing the door to his room open before he had time to hesitate.

Both Damien and the bulky guy turned towards the sound of the old, creaky door. The steely, defiant stubbornness that Damien had had only moments before was replaced by wide-eyed terror, his face paling significantly. Thankfully, the other man did not see this, instead sizing up Oli, who kept his gaze calm and even. The man had a mask on with a voice box-like device designed into it to conceal how he actually sounded like and Oli wasn't able to see his hair or any identifying things on him; he was covered head to toe in black.

"I- I know where he is," Oli said, cursing himself inwardly at the slight stammer in his voice. The masked man tilted his head curiously, momentarily forgetting Damien, which filled Oli with a flood of relief.

"Do you now?" The man said, pointing the blood-stained knife directly at Oli's heart. "Where is he."

"Release that man behind you and I'll consider it," Oli replied, surprised that he sounded more confident and demanding than he felt.

The masked figure let out a bark of laughter, the mask making it sound more sinister than it should have been. "Who the hell do you think you are? I don't take orders from you, boy."

The man stepped forward, making Oli take an unintentional step back, cold beats of sweat dripping down his back. This was bad. This wasn't how this was supposed to happen. I really hope you have a plan, Cyris.

Cyris watches, and when the man moves away from Oli’s uncle, he moves forward, closing his eyes and tackling the man, pinning him down. He kept his eyes closed the whole time, knowing if got any glimpse of anything, this would turn from a man who was threatening his. . .acquaintances, to a man with a life. And that could not happen, because then he’d hesitate.

He has a dagger at the man’s throat and holds it there, “Let me guess, Master Silo sent you to find me?” He says softly, his voice quiet and filled with venom.

(Brain go buurrrrr-)

Is it just me or does he seem to enjoy dramatic entrances? Oli wondered, more intrigued and filled with awe than terrified. He could even feel a blush creep up his cheeks while he stared at Cyris, which made Damien raise an eyebrow at his nephew.

Shaking his head a bit to clear his mind, Oli wasted no more time getting Damien free, looking at his uncle's neck. Good. The blood had already stopped trickling and the cut didn't look that deep. He glanced back at Cyris, but seeing that he probably had everything covered, ushered Damien out of the room, but Oli himself stayed put, taking out a dagger of his own in case Cyris needed backup. Which clearly isn't likely, but you never know.

Cyris sighs, “No matter.” He looks back at Oli, finally opening his eyes as he sheaths the dagger, then breaks the guys neck, standing. He looks at the now definitely dead guy, he bites his lip, “He’s just a scout, there will be more behind him. We should get your uncle somewhere safe.” He looks at Oliver, “I don’t want him to die because of me.”

He pushes the body with his foot, “And dispose of this guy. Burning’s probably best.” He sighs softly, closing his eyes for a moment, “Sorry. . .” He mutters, “I probably shouldn’t have killed him in. . . Here-“

Oli stared at the body, tilting his head to the side. He was quiet for a long moment before he spoke.

"Well," he finally said. "At least you didn't stab him. I would have hated having blood on my rug. It'd be a pain in the ass to clean out." He walked over to the body and crouched down next to it, frowning. "And yeah, you shouldn't have killed him in here. I'm built like a twig, so I can't help carry him downstairs." He paused, looking thoughtful. "Although after we shove him down the stairs, we do have a furnace in the kitchen. Don't know how Damien will feel about the smell, though."

He stood back up, placing his hands on his hips. "Right, well, while you're dealing with this chump, I'm going to tell my uncle that he's gotta leave. Have fun!"

As Oli left the room, softly whistling a cheerful tune, he came to the conclusion that he was in shock. He had never seen a dead body before, let alone the body of someone who was killed right in front of him, and he was almost certain that Cyris now thought that he was mentally unstable and wouldn't allow him to continue to leave with him.

Cyris watched Oli, slightly concerned for the body, he definitely shouldn't have killed the guy. "Yeah, it really is a pain to get out. I am sorry, I just. . . the longer I waited it was the binger than chance I'd see him. . ." Cyris laughs softly, "Shoving a dead body down your stairs sounds fun, but it's not a smart idea, I can carry him." Cyris lightly presses his booted foot into the side of the guys face, "Now I feel bad. . ." He mutters.

Cyris blinks and then laughs, shaking his head slightly, "You too, Oliver." He gets up and then takes a moment before moving to cal after Oli, "We could always burn him out in the forest!" He looks back to the body sighing. He then walks back over picking him up and grunting at the weight. He moves out of the room and walks down the hall and down the stairs in a maner that said he'd doine this before. mutiple times, in fact. As if carrying a dead body was nothing, let alone the guy you killed not five minuets ago.

"That could work!" Oli called back up to Cyris, practically skipping down the stairs, feeling unnaturally cheery. When he got to the bakery level of his home, Damien was leaning against a counter, looking dazed. He looked up, startled, but calmed down when he saw that it was his nephew.

"…I take it that guy was a friend of Amber's," his uncle said sarcastically, rubbing some healing ointment into his neck. Oli chuckled in agreement, hopping onto the counter and sitting there, swinging his legs out in front of him.
"Yeah…" he sighed, looking down at his hand. "About that-"
"I know," Damien interrupted, looking over at Oli. "I've read way too many spy novels over the years, so let me guess: there are more people like Gas-Mask up there who'll kill me for hiding Amber, so I have to leave and go somewhere safe before they can kill me."
Oli blinked in surprise, looking up. "Um, yeah. You basically summed it up."
Damien nodded before saying, "Well, Carl can take care of business while I'm gone. I've been meaning to pay your aunt and her wife a visit anyway." Carl was the butcher who lived down the road and was a close family friend of the Brookes, and Oli smiled fondly when Damien mentioned Oli's aunt. He didn't see her often, but she and her wife were perhaps the most badass people Oli had ever met. They also had a bunch of weapons and defenses in their home along with the fact that they lived in the middle of a super dense forest surrounded by mountains somewhere in California, so Damien would definitely be safe there.
"Well, tell Aunt Sadie and Aunt Jasmine that I said hi," Oli replied with a smile, feeling much better knowing that his uncle was going to be okay.

Cyris comes down the stairs, "Does anyone wanna help me burn this guy, or am I alone in my wonderful endeavors?" He sets the guy down out of sight, grunting softly.

"Also, Oliver, you're in shock. . . You should probably eat or drink a little something. It may help." He smiles at him, this time looking like a real smile.

He looks to Damien, "As long as you're safe, sir, it doesn't matter where you go."

Cyris looks back to the body, "I'm almost afraid to take his mask off. . . I'm curious if it was anyone I knew."

Damien looked at Cyris in alarm. "You killed him?!? Here? You didn't get blood on the floor, did you? That shit's annoying to clean up!"

Oli bit his lip, trying to contain his laughter. He sometimes forgot that he and his uncle were practically identical both in looks and personality, with the only difference being that Damien was taller. He looked up at Cyris, offering him a genuine smile of his own. "I appreciate your concern, but now that I think about it, I think I was just surprised at first, that's all."

He lept down from the counter and walked over to the body, and without any hesitation or thought, he yanked the mask off, grimacing as he did so. "Dear god, he looks hideous. No wonder he was wearing a mask."

Cyri s laughs softly, "Yeah, it is. But. . . It was better dinner rather than later. And I'm smart enough to not get blood, everywhere, thank you." Cyris smiles at Damien, showing he wasn't being serious. He watches Oli and laughs softly, "Still. Be careful, it's possible you'll see more dead bodies, Oli."

He looks at the guys face, making a face of his own, "Yeah he is, put the mask back on. I need the bleach, my eyes are scared for life." He snickers softly.

Oli shoved the mask back on the guy's face, relieved that it was no longer showing. He laughed with Cyris, feeling optimistic despite the dead man right in front of him.

"I can, uh…take care of getting rid of the evidence," Damien offered, walking over and prodding the dead guy with his foot. "I don't think he was the only one after you, Amber. It'll probably be best if you two left right now. I'll get things taken care of here."

Cyris gives Damien a look, "I know. I want to make sure you're safe again. The body is the only evidence. . Though. . ." He bends down and pats the man down, pulling out multiple blades, "These may not be the best, but they will work. I can add them to my arsenal of thirty-two." He sheaths the blades, "Don't ask how I can still move without the sound of clanking metal." He smiles.

He looks at Oli, "Though, seriously, the bleach would be nice, I fear my eyes are ruined after seeing his face." He smiles slightly .