In the dimly lit back room of Brady's Inn, Myra Hindley huddled with the group of now former vagrants around a worn table scattered with papers. Their men's faces were etched with a mix of curiosity and apprehension, eager to hear Myra's plan, but scared at the same time.
"Alright, gather 'round boys," Myra began with a bright smile. "We've got a risky job ahead, but if we play our cards right, it'll pay off big time."
The men leaned in, their eyes fixed on Myra, waiting for her next words. "We're going to grab someone important – let's call him "A" for now," she explained, her tone laced with a hint of excitement.
"Then," she continued, "I'll disguise one of you into A while we keep the real one out of sight."
A ripple of unease passed through the group at Myra's words, hanging on her every word, yet remaining apprehensive.
"But what about the real A?" one of them dared to ask, his voice barely above a whisper.
Myra's gaze softened, her expression warm. "Don't worry Jeffrey," she said. "We'll deal with him," she replied coyly, her tone leaving no room for further questions. "Let's just say he won't be a problem once our job is done."
The men exchanged nervous glances, a shiver running down their spines at Myra's implication. "Are you sure about this, Ms. Hindley?" Jeffrey asked.
Myra's lips curved into a chilling smile. "Trust me darling," she said, her voice a low purr. "We've got this. And with Lucius backing us up, nothing will go wrong... you remember Lucius, right boys?" she continued. "He's the reason you have a roof over your head, food in your stomachs, and money in your pockets. You agreed to sing for your supper, no?" she smiled.
Nobody objected this time. With the gang now compliant, Myra knew she had the pawns she needed; besides, anyone who didn't play along would end up as material. In fact, someone had to be used for the plan anyway. She decided that Jeffrey asked too many questions and she didn't want to set that precedent; such a shame that their first job would have such an unforeseen casualty. As Myra schemed, the gang braced themselves for the dangerous task ahead. In the shadows of Brady's Inn, Lucius' schemes were starting to come to life.
***
Perched high above the city, Lucius watched with a wicked grin. The others in the Council thought they were so powerful, but they were just being played by him like a fiddle
"They think they're so clever," Lucius chuckled to himself, his eyes gleaming. "But they don't see the big picture; they even think they're using me." he thought.
With a snap of his fingers, shadows swirled around him, like wisps. The council members were clueless, thinking they held all the power, but they were just puppets on strings.
"They'll learn soon enough," Lucius muttered, his grin widening. "But for now, let the games begin!"
And with that, he disappeared into the night, ready to play his part in his master's twisted game.
As the moon reached its peak over the city, casting long shadows across the maze of streets below, Lucius moved with silent grace across the rooftops. His eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for any sign of movement. He finally stopped atop a building directly opposite Constantine St. John's apartment, hidden in the cloak of darkness.
Below him, the bustling city brimmed with nightlife; but Lucius had not come here for the city's distractions. His sole focus was on the figure he knew would eventually emerge from that apartment – Victoria Kyle, Constantine St. John's girlfriend.
As minutes stretched into hours, Lucius remained patient, his senses attuned to the slightest disturbance. He could feel the tension building within him, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.
Then, like a whisper in the night, he sensed a flicker of movement from the apartment window. Lucius tensed, his gaze sharpening as he watched her step out onto the balcony, her form outlined against the dim glow of the streetlights.
With predatory precision, Lucius tracked her every movement as she moved about the balcony, unaware of the danger that lurked just above her. His lips curled into a feral grin, enjoying the thrill of the hunt.
But as he waited for his opportunity to strike, his senses picked up on another presence, an unexpected intrusion into his otherwise carefully laid plan. A man, dressed in black and red was also watching Victoria from the shadows, unmoving. The aura he emanated sent a chill down Lucius's spine.
Lucius cursed under his breath, his grip tightening on the edge of the rooftop. He had not anticipated the Outcasts being here; having used Myra as a lure, he was sure that St. John would be on the hunt for her and, as far as he knew, Outcasts cut ties with their former lives after awakening and went behind the Veil; now his ambush threatened to unravel before his eyes.
But he wouldn't fail. Determined to accomplish his mission, Lucius Blake prepared to strike, his bloodthirst rising knowing that he was this close to his prey. But little did he know that his actions would set into motion a chain of events that would alter the course of their fates forever.
***
High above the bustling city streets, Darryl stood on a rooftop, hidden in the shadows as he watched over Constantine's apartment building. From his vantage point, he had a clear view of the entrance, and his sharp eyes scanned the area with a watchful gaze.
Across the side of the street, Darryl spotted Constantine's girlfriend, Vicky. She stood on the balcony, her expression tense and anxious, her fingers nervously twisting the fabric of her shirt.
Darry couldn't help feeling some concern as he observed Vicky from a distance. He could sense her unease, her jittery movements betraying her anxiety and the worry swirling within her. It was clear that Constantine's disappearance was weighing heavily on her mind.
Darryl couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Vicky. He knew how much she meant to Constantine, and he understood the importance of keeping her safe, especially in uncertain times like these. He hadn't know him for long but Constantine had quickly grew on him; their circumstances were similar after all.
Lost in thought, Darryl remained standing on the rooftop, his watch momentarily disrupted. He wanted to ensure that she remained unharmed. Snapping back to his senses, he stayed vigilant, ready to spring into action at the first sign of trouble.
However, at that very moment, his senses suddenly tingled with a sense of unease. A flicker of movement caught his attention, drawing his gaze to a neighboring rooftop.
There, perched amidst the shadows, was a figure unlike any Darryl had ever seen. The man had striking white hair that seemed to shimmer in the dim light, and he was clad in a pristine white suit that contrasted sharply with the darkness surrounding him. His form flickered in and out of the shadows, his presence exuding an unmistakable aura of menace.
Darryl's heartbeat rose as their eyes met, a shiver coursing down his spine at the palpable sense of danger emanating from the mysterious man. Instinctively, Darryl slowly reached for his holster, his grip tightening around his gun as he prepared for the worst.
With predatory grace, the white-haired man jumped in the air, his piercing gaze locked onto Darryl's.
Darryl braced himself, his senses heightened and his muscles coiled with anticipation. He knew that whatever lay ahead, he would need to be ready to defend himself and Vicky against this man.
With calm determination, Darryl pulled out his gun.