FAFFL 18: Alcatrazin' Day 0, pt 2Teleporting to Washington DC was an excursion that took mere moments, and they appeared in an alley to avoid being seen by commoners. Sanguine staggered from the effects of the magic, his insides queasy and head dizzy. As he’d anticipated, Mirage had taken a serious blow and nearly all his strength was depleted from the journey. He partially collapsed against the side of a building for support, exhausted. In a shared glance, they both agreed to never do that again for a long while. They spent the next minute or two regaining their composures; then strolled out into the sunlight. Both men were in casual attire, Mirage a white t-shirt and Sanguine a striking blue plaid shirt.“The Sanctuary should be nearby.” Mirage scouted the skyline. “I think we’re looking for something with a tall roof. A rotunda of sorts.”Sanguine nodded, taking it in. “When we get there, we gotta pretend like we’re settin’ up an appointment to bypass security.
FAFFL 17: Alcatrazin' Day 0, pt 1Day 0Darkened shapes ran by them at frightening speed. They blocked off all chances of escape and had them completely surrounded. Some of them snarled and hissed, clawing at the air as if stroking the very auras of their prey. Miles Mirage snarled back at them, daring them to come on as the fire in his hands licked at the sleeves of his jacket. Holstered on his belt was his silver blaster, but a part of him hoped that he wouldn’t have to use it. After all, the people looking ready to rip out his throat weren’t entirely here of their own volition either.“I still don’t know why I let you talk me into this.” Mirage hissed low, to prevent from causing an unintended frenzy.Standing at his back and armed with only a razor was Billy-Ray Sanguine, perceiving their enemy from behind his sunglasses. “You know me, I reckon I’ll do just about anythin’ for a quick dollar. Think we can take ‘em?”“Don’t be so daft,
UndyingThe tip of the blade whispered across his throat like a breeze. He stood there in shock as his blood began to flow. He gasped, unable to breathe as the wound widened, and he quickly lost vision. He dropped to his knees, blood soaking his clothes, and he lost his sunglasses while he toppled sideways. And then he died…Time ground to a terrible halt. For Billy-Ray Sanguine, the tiniest of seconds suddenly became the passing of a lifetime. Around him, sights and sounds muted to meaningless scraps, fading into a hazy gloom of nothingness. He could feel them, hot ropy tendrils of blood, pumping out between the severed halves of flesh of the wound inflicted upon him. Pumping that matched the rhythm of his failing heart. Coursing onto the floor, evacuating his veins and draining him of energy. The pain: unbelievable and strong. Most of it was scrubbed out due to shock, but what was left burned, especially whenever he tried to take a feeble breath. He whimpered, barely over
Valentinin'September 17, 1960When news about the men’s resist of arrest took flight around the country, they chose to put the Roadster in temporary storage – much to Sanguine’s reluctance – and settle in a small brick house. The family living there were currently on vacation, leaving a perfect place for Sanguine and Mirage to hide in plain sight. Without a car for the time being, they had to make their journeys on foot or underground. They whiled away time strolling through English towns, instigating fights with each other or just burrowing in circles, anything to survive the grueling hours. Right now though, they were both locked away inside the brick house and moseying about in terrible boredom. Mirage stood staring at a wall while Sanguine lied flat on his back on the floor.“Losh, I hate being so bored.” Mirage griped. “Makes me all nervous and uptight, you know? Like I can’t break free of some invisible cage.”“Yeah, I know
Guilty As ChargedSeptember 13, 1960Autumn had always been a wonderfully beautiful season. Every year it marked the death of summer and the rebirth of winter, when the air began to turn crisp as a warning to earth’s creatures that the snows were coming. This frigidness always wore out as the day weathered on, but would return with the sun’s passing. Nature worked its magic upon the landscape, shifting the green of all floras great and small into majestic reds, golden oranges and gentle yellows.No matter how cruel hearted he was, Billy-Ray Sanguine had developed quite the soft spot for autumn over the course of his life. He liked the way the changing leaves stood blazing against a sapphire sky, the cool scent of the air and how quiet the nights were. Sanguine also liked how the blood from the man he killed mirrored the reds and oranges of the trees overhead, how the reflections glittered. Once in a while a leaf or two would land on the blood, casting out miniscule ripples across the