Who: Alessa Gillespie, Heather Mason, Peter Petrelli, and Sam Winchester What: It's day zero of the ritual. The four arrive at the location, and begin the ceremony. When: Late tonight Where: An abadoned makeshift hospital Rating: R for blood, and some disturbing shit Status: Thread; Incomplete
The time had come, the time to finally start the ritual had arrived after too long. All of the long and hard work that the four had done would finally come into fruitation. After this entire ritual was over, the Red Pyramid Thing would be back where it belonged, and the residents of Los Angeles would have one less thing to worry about.
All four of them knew the time and place to meet, and Alessa had teleported herself there. It was a convinient power to have actually, but she managed to appear right in front of Heather. It wasn't a quick appearance from nothingness, but more like Alessa was phasing in. The young woman looked at Heather, and asked, "Where's Sam?"
As she waited for Heather's answer she looked up at the nightsky, and breathed in the cool air. "It's a nice night out here." Alessa started to slowly walk around a little bit.
"You have your weapon ready?" Alessa asked Heather before pulling out her own. It was a strange looking ceremonial dagger of sorts. "I purchased this at a store that sells replicas of weapons from certain movies," she examined the blade before continuing, "I think this one, the original was used in a movie where they did some blood letting. Seems only fitting, you know?" Her eyes met Heather's, and for a moment there was a sadness them to them.