Nocturne Runners (Always Open)

[EXV]

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The streets of Brooklyn were rain slicked in the cold night. Several people were rushing to get home, pushing others out of their way or arguing to get pass others in the closely packed traffic. Among their chaos walked Ezio and Akiza on their way to the Nocturne Runners headquarters. The two stuck out because the weather didn't bother them nor rushed them to their destination. Ezio checked his cellphone to find an message from DeAngelo telling them to meet to get their assignments. At the bottom of the message were the large words "URGENT!". However, the boy could care less as to whether he was punctual or late enough to anger the man; they were all professionals at what they did and no matter what, they always caught their targets so no need to rush.

"Is it anything besides meeting for assignments?" Akiza questioned with eager eyes.

Ezio shook his head. "Not that I can tell, but today it has urgent at the bottom so I suppose it's bigger than that. But first, I need to stop by the church..."

"Then, I'll come with you. I mean, you talk about God nonstop, so He must be special."

The two began to pick up their pace and then broke into a sprint pass the crowd of citizens heading for Ezio's church. The street went into an uproar as they vaulted over the cars and pushed pass the bystanders on their way there.

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At the 41st Police Precinct, Anthony Harrison was sitting at his desk out of uniform as usual. He hadn't been sleeping for two days straight now due to the murders which have been piling up since February. The police department has had to make this case top priority over all others meaning they were backed up for months on their work. Anthony sighed as he grabbed his jacket, his briefcase containing information on the case, and a pack of cigarettes and left the building for his apartment. The officer was unable to work in the office anymore just behind a desk doing boring paperwork. He preferred being more hands-on with his job and returned to walking a beat.

"Officer Harrison!" a civilian called as he ran to the somber man.

Anthony groaned annoyed. "What's the problem..?"

"It's those damn kids again. They're vandalizing our property with that God awful 'The Day of Reckoning is Nigh' crap again. My store and the other stores on the block can't get any business with the gangs running around. Do something, or I will..!"

Harrison pushed him aside and continued onward. "Go talk with the other guys. I only deal with the Nocturne Runners directly. You can deal with the little pricks yourself or go get our gang unit."

The officer left the man to mutter curses at him and headed the rest of the way to his apartment. He took a look at the streets cluttered with gangs, graffiti, and general crime much unlike the New York of his time when it was safer to walk these streets to a degree. Anthony stopped and thought: New York is turning to ruin. Those Runners are trying to fix it all but they are just as much the problem. Maybe that's why we officers have to hunt them. The world has fallen into chaos and they aren't helping the situation. Not only are people dying but our other cases are postponed and politicians have been disappearing and winding up dead too. I wonder where Dre is.

[Chromatic]

Central Park was hardly the place to be at night, especially a dark, rainy, cold night such as this one. But the bigwigs of society always fancied themselves invincible... Until they met with a Runner.

Such was the case with corporate executive John Hollis. His body lay soaked deep in the park, and the area within a twenty foot radius of his body was blocked off behind a police line. Two officers were examining the scene, while six others worked to deter the media that had somehow gotten there.

Lieutenant Brian Montelli walked down the path to where the body lay, one of his fellow officers at his side trying to explain what seemed to have happened.

"His name is John Hollis, Age 50, and an executive with some goodwill organization. Last month he was charged with the embezzlement of charity money."

"What can you tell me about how he was murdered?"

"Well sir, we're not entirely sure what happened. The body appears to have no scares, bruises or marks that might indicate physical contact."

"So you think he was killed by psychological means?"

"Possibly, but we're not sure. Who in our profiles is THAT good a murderer?"

Before Brian could respond, he was bombarded by questions from the reporters. "What exactly happened here? "Who's behind it?" and "How will the police deal with this?" were the big questions he was asked, and his answer to all of them was, "I don't know, and we won't be releasing any information until the scene has been thoroughly investigated, now please, leave us to our work"

He watched as the reporters strode away, looking very annoyed with him. Once he was sure that the reporters were out of earshot, he pulled out his phone, and called a former partner of his, Anthony Harrison.


Kumori watched from a tree branch far from the scene as the police examined the body of the man he had just killed. From his pocket he pulled out a list of names, and with a small pen, crossed out the name "John Hollis". He jumped from the branch, and departed for the Runner HQ to inform Andre of his success.

[Derogon]

"Ha, that's pretty good." Rai laughed as he was working the late shift at the office.

He was watching the Late Night Show on the tiny t.v on his desk, while he was typing his report of the recent murder. A corporate giant, Billy "Billy Bad" Townsend was murdered in his own home, he was convicted for murder, fraud, extortion, bribery of authority, and kidnapping. Rai spat into the trash can under his desk.

'People like him make me sick.' Rai thought as he continued typing the report.

Lightning flashed every once in a while, spreading shadows every where. Rai rubbed his eyes, trying to remove some of the grogginess, another lightning flashed across the sky lightning up the room once more. His eyes widened as he saw a reflection in the computer monitor, Rai twisted around prying his Beretta loose from it's holster aiming it at ghosts.

"Damn it." Rai muttered. "Jumping at ghosts." He holstered the sidearm, putting the safety on. Rai continued typing on the computer when the power went out.

"SON OF BITCH!" He shouted as he jumped up startled, pulling out his gun once more. "God damn thunder storm." Rai slumped down into his chair, still breathing hard.

"Stupid faulty wiring." Rai sat in his chair, putting the weapon away, in the darkness of the office.

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Vincent stared at his hit, through a couple of binoculars. The man was a short pudgy man, bald, and the typical American citizen with their cigars. Vincent spat off the side of the roof. "Pathetic criminals." Vincent said to himself. He placed the binoculars into a pocket of his runner suit, just as his phone went off, with a catchy jingle. Vincent pulled out the phone and saw a text message saying that he needed to get back to HQ.

"Damn." Vincent swore as he pushed his phone into his pocket

"I'll come back." He said leaving the roof of the building, heading down the stairs.

[Brol]

Dygado/Brol and Fake Brol;

Fake Brol:

"Now wasn't that pleasant, Eh Dygado?" said Loony to Dy as they walked away from a club. Suddenly the cat walking right next to Loony turned into a human being and shook his head. "I didn't think a girl can bend li..." He suddenly had a horrible feeling as he dove into the alley with Loony as a fast cop car rushed from the street, passing them. "Damn that was too close..." said Dy as he looked back at Fake Brol.

Fake Brol brushed off the garbage as he stood up and glared at Dy. "WATCH WHAT YOUR DOING BEFORE I KILL YOU!" Dy laughed in his head, before if you said that out loud you would have gotten arrested instantly. Now it's as if the cops are jealous of our actions in our own hands. "Tsh... relax... it was your "brother"," Fake Brol smiled. "Hm... was it now huh?" Dygado's ear twitched as he turned around to see the cop car blocking the enterance to the alley.

"What are you two boys talking about huh?" Says Brol as he lights up a cigarette. "It's pretty late to be walking around huh boy?" He says as he takes a marvelous puff as the slow crisp feeling fills his lungs and slowly exhales. Brol looks at Fake Brol and chuckles," Are you his parent?" Brol thinks for a moment and opens his mouth," Sorry 'bout that sur, It was my son here, he seem to get lost and I just got him from this alley. Can you please escort us to the Park?"

Brol grinned," Of course..." He brought them both to Central Park and suddenly took a sharp left. "Wa...Waht are you doing to me?!" Brol snaps as Fake Brol has his hand on Brol's head. "I need to be dropped off somewhere else..." Fake Brol stops Brol as he gets to a street near the latest scene of the crime. "Have fun....Brother..." Brol instantly heard Fake Brol's real voice as he was forced to drive his car into a parked cop car.

[EXV]

Ezio and Akiza stopped running as they came across Central Park where another murder was committed again. The two smiled at each other figuring it was another Runner. Ezio turned to see Kumori leaving the crime scene. He would've spoken to him about the assassination but time was wasting just standing here. The boy kept walking along and his partner followed him moments after. Ezio took time to think on the group's assassinations and felt depressed; he didn't kill anyone recently. His oldest kill was February 24 and now it was March 6. DeAngelo explained it as a negative to his and Akiza's friendship but he shrugged off his feelings.

"Are you feeling OK?" Akiza questioned.

Ezio shrugged. "I need to kill something. Did we do our last assignment?"

"Why are you asking me this now?!" she gained her composure. "The guy's name is Matthew Hall. He lives around here. Are we still going to church?"

"Sorry, but no. God can wait today. Besides we keep him occupied with sending these bastards to hell." He began leaving her. "Head to HQ. DeAngelo would prefer you to be early for once, Akiza."

She shook her head as she went to HQ. "Bye, Ez."

The boy entered an alleyway and donned his Runner attire. He climbed up a fire escape to the rooftops and ran across them to find Matthew Hall's apartment. The boy reloaded his gun and got ready as he neared the crappy building. He crawled on the roof to the back and looked over the edge to find an alleyway. The power was out due to the storm so Tenebre dropped down and entered through the door. He slowly crept up to 3B where his target would be waiting. As Mr. Hall's file stated, he was a drug pusher and several of his customers went on to die due to overdose. Drug pushing is horrible but people died for it and things like that are generally unforgivable. He sat at the man's door and activated his AM as fast as he could. The boy forced the door open and darted into a closet awaking Matthew.

"Who's there?!" the man questioned as he grabbed his gun.

Tenebre left the closet and shot his gun away as he slid under the bed. "They call me Tenebre."

Matthew got up and backed away. "You're one of those Nocturne Runners..!"

Tenebre appeared behind him and grabbed him. "And your assassin, Mr. Hall. Goodbye." He fired a shot into his head and left via the window.
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Anthony pulled out his cellphone. "Harrison speaking. What is it, Lieutenant?"

[Chromatic]

"Harrison speaking. What is it, Lieutenant?"

"We've got another murder in Central Park. John Hollis, the guy that embezzled all that charity money. I'm really not sure how the killer did it, but it was definitely a Runner. If you have the time, we could use your help figuring this out," he then added, "and you being here will also help keep the reporters out of our hair."

[Bleeding Soul]

Under the guise of Frozen Tundra, Glacier looks out of the shadows that conceal him and across the large office that houses only one other. The man that was his target had thought that his security system would alert him if even a fly had entered, but something that sensitive was also easy to remove. Glacier just smiles to himself as he pulls himself back into the shadows and tries to decide which weapon he should use. He looks to the gloved hands that both hold a smooth bladed hunting kife while the right one was wrapped in a ribbon lined with titanium. He decided to go with the ribbon to make the kill nice and slow.

Marcus Hill. Founder of a large conglomerate that helps the millions. Only one draw back. Was convicted of the murder of five families with one witness each surviving. Such a shame. His prices are the lowest for video games.

With his thought now in check he vanishes from his spot and appears behind the man reclining in his large chair while smoking a pipe and reading a newspaper. Glacier looks at the paper and notices that the man is currently reading the comics. He fights a laugh after reading one and wraps one end of the ribbon around his left hand. He crosses his arms and instantly snaps the ribbon around the man's throat to block off all air from passing.

With the gagging man he makes his way over the the vanity mirror next to them and hides himself from view as the life is slowly drained from the man now being held above the floor. He slowly raises his head to where the man can see him and smiles an innocent smile. His differently colored eyes look into the reflected eyes of the man as he dies just as the vision starts to go out.

"Consider yourself lucky. I don't normally let people see my face as I kill them," he whispers into the ear of the man.

He then snaps at the ribbon once more and hears a cracking sound. He looks to the man to see the neck had been broken and the man goes limb with a little bit of extra warmth. Glacier sighs to himself since he can never seem to get used to how a man will not only empty their bowells, but also ejaculate as an instinct to leave behind children. He then lets the man drop softly to the floor the instant the he feels a soft vibrating on his hip. He pulls out the black phone from the holster on his hip and sees that it's a text message from the one that gives out his orders telling everyone to get back to the Runner's H.Q. He shrugs and walks to the window again. He places his foot on the edge and looks back to his latest victim.

"No hard feelings? I really did enjoy your store."

With those words he jumps out of the window just as the security system reactivates itself. Glacier feels the rain hit him as he falls before throwing the ribbon to catch onto a flag pole on the side of the building. He shifts his weight and slings himself onto the roof of the building next to him and starts to walk away through the same entrance that he had used. Everything had gone just as he planned.

[Watson]

Kai Aurorius walked through the streets, heading for the meeting of the runners. He noticed Ezio coming out of an alleyway. "Hey Ez, I see you've been productive." Kai said as he ket walking past him, heading towards the HQ. He looked back towards Ezio. "Hey, don't you usually pray to your allmighty Space Daddy before all this stuff? Just couldn't wait to end him huh? Well, see you at the HQ then." He kept on walking. It was raining, pretty hard too. I wonder...He began to think to himself as he walked along, bbut cut himself short. It's best not to think too much, who knows might be listening...

[Chromatic]

Kumori, still clad in his Runner gear, made his way along the roof tops through the pouring rain. As he jumped from roof to roof, he caught a glimpse of of his fellow Runner, Glacier. Making sure his mask was still secure on his face, he approached Glacier.

"Had a good mission?"

[Bleeding Soul]

Glacier stops the instant that he hears footsteps in the distance and turns to see that Kumori, a fellow Runner, was making his way over. He sheaths the knife that he held in his hands and stretches a little in the rain just as the man stops near him and asks if he had a good mission. Glacier shrugs and says, "It was both bitter and sweet." He leans in close to the man and whispers in his ear and says, "I think Pops has it out for me. He had me kill the owner of my favorite store. How wrong is that?"

He then looks to his cell phone once more and notices how much time had elapsed. He curses to himself and looks to the vent next to him. He then looks to Kumori and says, "Meet me at the entrance. People saw me go into the bathroom so I need to leave that way." With those words he vanishes into the vent and replaces the grill that he had removed earlier. He quickly snakes his way through the metal ducts and stops when he gets to the one that he originally used. He does a quick look through the area and notices that noone is in the area. He drops down into the locked stall and changes into his street clothes. He then walks out of the stall and washes his hands.

With those actions he makes his way through the store and stops only to get himself and Humori something to drink from one of the coolers. He pays for the bottles and walks outside while looking for the man that he had met on the roof.

[Chromatic]

"Ah, some refreshments," said Kumori, appearing beside Glacier. "Thanks man. I would've bought one myself, but I left my wallet behind this time around." He lifted his mask slightly, and took a sip of the drink Glacier had gotten for him. "I don't think Pops as it in for you. He likes to test our loyalty from time to time. In my first year as a Runner, he made me kill at least ten single parents who had been committing some very serious scandals to support their families. On of them even stole money from the collection baskets at their church. And not just a few bucks. They tried to make off with the whole day's collection, and even killed the priest in the process." He took another sip of his drink. "I think I was actually sent after that one for the priest killing."

[Derogon]

Vincent stood on the corner of the street waiting for the stupid walking light to allow him to pass. The rain soaking his clothes. But Vincent didn't care, he loved the rain. He raised his face to look at the sky, raindrops falling on his face.

"This feels nice." Vincent said to himself, as he passed a cop.

He continued moving towards the HQ.



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Rai walked down the street passing a boy, in a black hoodie.

'Stupid peace of crap office is out.' Rai thought to himself. 'How lame is that?'

The rain pelting Rai's jacket as he passed two more teenagers just standing there staring at him.

'Kids!.' Rai thought to himself again. He stopped in his tracks and laughed. 'I sound like my old man.'

Rai continued to walk towards the park, where he got a radio message about another murder. As he approached the park entrance, Rai saw that it was swarmed with reporters.

"Alright people back up. Detective coming through. Police business." Rai shouted pushing his way through the crowd of reporters. Some shouted, other whined Rai didn't care.

"What do we have here Brian?" Rai asked, as he moved past the police tape, recognizing the detective on the job. "You know that hanging out with dead bodies is a bad habit, right?"

Rai grinned. "You called Harrison already?"

[Chromatic]

Brian looked up from Hollis' body, and saw Rai standing nearby. He got up onto his feet and explained the situation.

"We've got another murder here. Except this one's different. He doesn't seem to have been physically attacked at all. Obviously it's Runner work, but I don't know how even Runner could pull of this one. And yes, I've already informed Harrison of this one. He should be on his way here now.

[EXV]

Harrison listened to Brian closely: "We've got another murder in Central Park. John Hollis, the guy that embezzled all that charity money. I'm really not sure how the killer did it, but it was definitely a Runner. If you have the time, we could use your help figuring this out," he then added, "and you being here will also help keep the reporters out of our hair."

"Alright," the chief groaned. "I'll be there."

He ran for Central Park wanting to see this new victim found in the most mysterious of ways. When he arrived, Anthony did what he usually did to the press, pushing them out the way and threatening to snap their cameras and their necks.

"We have to do something about these guys?" he asked Brian and Rai.
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Ezio was back in his street clothes heading for HQ when he came to find Kai who spoke to him briefly: "Hey Ez, I see you've been productive." Kai said as he ket walking past him, heading towards the HQ. He looked back towards Ezio. "Hey, don't you usually pray to your allmighty Space Daddy before all this stuff? Just couldn't wait to end him huh? Well, see you at the HQ then."

"Justice doesn't come by waiting," Ezio said as he left on the route he and Akiza usually took.

The boy came across the girl sitting outside his Church which was two blocks from HQ. She was scared to enter without Ezio due to her not being very religious herself. She was somewhat like a child who needed to taught every aspect of Church. Akiza stood up and stepped inside with him. She examined the vacant church and marveled in how Ezio and a few nuns kept it up and running. Her friend knelt before the altar to pray to his God intently.

"May I pray too?" she asked feeling awkward is she didn't.

Ezio stood up. "Go ahead. He listens no matter who you are."

She knelt down and took a minute for her prayer. The two headed out the back way and ran for headquarters at top speed. Their building was a condo with all the rooms taken up by DeAngelo. The rooms were for him and the assassins. Andre buzzed the two in and they proceeded up the elevator to the top floor of 20 floors.

"You lovebirds are late," DeAngelo sighed.

Akiza stepped away from Ezio. "We're not lovebirds and I think everybody is just as late as us."

"Just help me set up the Wheel, Akiza. Ezio, go get the files."

[Chromatic]

"Who do you mean?" asked Brian. " If you mean the reporters, then we definitely have to do something about them. If it's the Runners, then we probably should do something about them. Anyway, I'm not entirely sure how even a Runner could have pulled of this murder. The victim doesn't seem to have any markings that would indicate a physical attack. Is it possible he was scarred to death?


Leena starred her man straight in the eyes, wearing a smile that spanned from ear to ear. She slowly moved forward on the bed, so that she was kneeling down with his legs lying between hers. She leaned her face in closer to his.

"I really enjoyed the time I spent with you tonight, Michael," she said sweetly.

"I enjoyed my time with you too, Venus," said the man named Michael. "But I really should get going now."

Michael tried to get up, but Leena eased him back down. "Not yet darling," she said, leaning in even closer. She pressed her lips against his, and held it for a few seconds. She released his lips, and got off of the bed, putting on her trench coat.

"Wow!" said Michael, "That was-Ack!-Ack." The man started gasping for air, and Leena looked at him, a slip of paper in her hand. "Congressman Michael Palmer. Guilty of rigging the election that got you into Congress, and using hurricane relief funds to pay for services such as my own!" She smiled, and waved "good bye" to Michael, giving him a wink, and watched the last of his life leave his body. Her target being dead, she walk to the window, opened it, and jumped out into the chilly, rainy night. As she fell 50 floors, she clicked the heels of her boots together. She heard a surge noise, and knew that her suit was activated. As she reached the 20th floor, her levitation devices kicked in, and she flew higher into the sky to a building several blocks away.

Leena entered through an open window on the top floor of the building. She was standing behind a large oak desk , and a velvet desk chair, in a dark office. DeAngelo hadn't arrived yet, as he said he would. Leena, having nothing better to do sat in the chair, and looked out the window. As she sat in the chair, a fuzzy white cat jumped on her lap, and purred for affection.

"Hey Pouncer," Leena said to the cat. "I guess we'll just have to wait for Pops and the others, won't we?"