To finish what is started Who: Al (sealed_soul) and X (permanentia) What: X is finishing what he started When: Now Where: Ground floor, wing B Warnings: Character death, lots of violence. It's X killing people. What do you expect?
The blond was tired from training earlier on in the day, but as to why Agito had decided to have an evening session was beyond him. He'd go anyway, but the reasoning escaped him. Either that or he was more tired that he thought. He wandered down the hallway of wing B, the designated meeting place for this training session. Alphonse privately hoped that Agito wasn't going to make him try wall-riding up the hotel. That would be bad. The building was waaaay too tall. Al looked around, early for once. He wasn't giving Agito a reason to kick him half way across the city and back. That wouldn't settle too well with his brother, even though Ed had stopped complaining. Al retied his hair up, waiting for Agito. He was really early...
Sora strode through the hotel, wearing, as always, someone else's face. This time, it was Irie's, who he had become exceptionally fond of, mostly because the boy -- man -- was hilarious, and helped them at the butchery. They had become very successful which was great. He played with the wires that connected to the end of the large headphones he had slipped over his reddish-brown hair, peering out from behind the glasses he was unused to wearing. As he made his way through the hallways, a figure caught his eye -- a familiar one that reminded him of how much he missed the person he could've been. The blonde kid that he had almost killed if he wasn't stopped. Frowning, Sora stepped closer, but didn't move directly towards him.
Ever since the night when X -not that Al knew it was him- had almost killed him, the blond's senses seemed to have kicked up several notches. He was almost immediately aware that someone else was there, and being that he was earlier than planned, he didn't think it was Agito. Alphonse glanced around and spotted the man, recognising him from the icons on his journal, but not knowing who he was. He kept quiet, gold eyes watching, leaning back against the wall. His hands were by his sides and held open. If he was attacked again, this time he'd be ready. Though he hoped he wasn't - being attacked after a training session would not be good. Tired Al was tired.
Just as Sora thought. He was suspicious still. The boy -- or man, now -- sighed in this case, stopping in the middle of the hall just to reposition his headphones, green eyes closed absent-mindedly. The boy was watching him, he could tell. But there was something -- oh, he was exhausted. How perfect. But there was no change in his expression and Sora started to walk again, shifting every so slightly so that he was moving towards the blonde, but not completely in his direction, not enough for the kid to become wary and attack.
The man didn't seem to be interested in Al, and the boy relaxed a little. The fact that the one who had attacked him a few days ago could shape-shift had him alert, but if he needed to, he could get them together fairly fast, then whoever was attacking would find themselves across the room and Alphonse gone. He also had his AT on, which would help if he needed to bolt. He tensed a little as the man began to walk, then relaxed again. The man wasn't heading for him, he was probably heading for the door. Al tapped one wheel against the ground, somewhat impatient and slightly jittery despite being tired. Where was Agito...
Sora was heading for a door, a convenient cover. However, a quick scan of the blonde easily told him things that most strategists could never figure out. That came with having a computer brain and he turned his head slightly, looking down the hall in the opposite direction before he reached for the doorknob, lips pursed and humming quietly along to the music that played from the headphones. However, perhaps this was expected from Sora, but his hand was changing quickly into a hook and he used his normal one to turn the doorknob, while the other twisted into a wicked point before cutting straight across the blonde kid's stomach, keeping him from moving. And despite all this, his expression didn't change, made no reaction, no other movements like he was going to enter the room.
Alphonse's jitters calmed somewhat, the man clearly heading for the door. One hand was patting out a rhythm on the wall behind him, eyes half closed and ignoring the man as he passed. The sudden pain from the hook digging into his skin was a little harder to ignore. Eyes went wide, a thought very briefly running across his mind wondering why him, again? But then it was gone and he glanced at the man, coughing slightly. He could act, but with the hook in his stomach, it'd hurt like hell...and if this was the same person as before...it didn't matter, he had to get away, now. Hands came together and Sora would recognise the trick, air pressure changing and blasting him back with some luck, Al barely managing to stop himself screaming in pain as the hook left his skin if it had worked.
Sora's green eyes flicked up ever so slightly, the music blasting in his ears and the motion was recognized immediately. The change in the air around him and he edged to the side, dragging the huge hook straight through Al as he moved and dodged the blast before he was twisting around, letting the blade which was already changing into a grotesque, spiked knife shift out of the blonde. Sora leaned down before the kid, the same awkward expression of Shouichi upon his face, and the other hand was changing into a large hammer-like paw, pressing down against Al's neck to keep him from moving, the knife going straight through him in the already cut stomach. "Miss me?" Was all he purred, only the slightest glints of delight in his eyes now behind those thick-rimmed glasses.
What? Oh, that was not good. He managed to not scream, but the hook-turned-knife tearing through him hurt like blazes. The paw at his neck made talking slightly hard, but he managed to spit out a "Not really" before gasping in pain as the knife sliced through him. Hands clapped together again, gotta hurry, it hurts, and one hand grabbed at the paw-like hand on his neck, using Scar's trick, trying to deconstruct that arm and...pretty much implode it with any luck. The other hand was moving to try and get the knife out of his stomach, so he could bolt.
So for once, the trick did once. Sora's eyes widened as his molecules stirred, realizing what was happening just before he did and he pulled away at the last second, getting only the slightest of the strike. His arm burst open before twisting around and around, reconstructing itself and he pulled the knife even further through Al's stomach, blood flowing out, with Sora turning it so that it hurt even more, because yes, he was a sadist. This was something he would never forget. And then he was thrusting the knife upwards, through important organs and cutting through the boy vertically.
Well, that was new. Al wasn't expecting the arm to reconstruct itself, but thoughts become scattered and focused only on the pain as the knife dragged through him, and this time he did scream, because it hurt, ithurtithurtithurt and suddenly the knife was dragging upwards, and pain overloaded his senses. Things started shutting down, and strangely, Al's mind was somewhat clear. Everything was disjointed, and hurt like blazes, and blood was everywhere. An idle thought, he wondered who would be cleaning that up, the strange thoughts of a dead man who doesn't know it yet. He coughed, blood splattering on the ground. He didn't want to die, but it hurt, it hurt so much...Blackness crept around his vision and the last thing he remembered think was 'I'm sorry, Ed...I don't want to go...' Then he seemed to sigh, his eyes unfocused and he knew no more.
Sora grinned now, the first change in his expression since he came across the boy. He tugged the knife out of the other with ease, blood coating it and watching as the kid slumped to the ground. My, this was a mess. And then he was crouching down, humming still and hands flitting across the body, changing, with music blasting in his ears from the headphones. Good-night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. And then he waas getting to work, Shouichi committing his first murder.