TXP AuditionEyes closed, Jael tried to block out the sound of the engine next to her. "Race isn't for another ten, fuckstick, and some of us would like to prepare," she thought in her opponent's direction. Glenoaks Boulevard was a straight shot, but it took a lot of effort to out-drag a Subaru Impreza. "Oh wait. It totally doesn't. Radio time!" Jael cranked the music, and her thumbs tapped out the beat on the steering wheel. "They're tryin' to take me. They're tryin' to make me. This is the only. Gimme the only-" Static cut through her rendition, and the CB radio blared, "5-0! We got 5-0!" Shit! What idiot had let the cops get wind of a race? Amateurs! Fuckin' amateurs! The Impreza surged forward and vanished around the corner. Jael furiously twisted the key. Nothing happened. "Damn it! Josh! You were supposed to check my car before class! Fucker!" Race spectators and would-be competitors scattered as the sirens' blare drew closer. Jael counted at least four patrol cars
LivewireMary kicked, scratched, and even bit at her captor, which proved difficult through a hood. The muscular man only chuckled at her struggles, drowning out the hyperventilation of someone nearby. "Damn it. What is this guy on?" Their forward progress halted, and a metallic keening split the air. He tossed her away like a rag doll. She landed - hard - on her side. A body impacted the floor next to her, the screech came again, then all was quiet. Mary slowly pulled off the hood. Wonderful. They were in an utterly nondescript storage container that could be anywhere in the city. They'd at least had the courtesy to rig a light bulb. She cast a glance at her kidnapped companion. "Hey, you dead?" When he didn't respond, Mary shrugged and pulled a bobby pin from her hair. "Three inches of cheap wire to open a giant-ass lock. Day keeps gettin' better and better." She'd just nudged her first tumbler -"Let me out of here! Please! I didn't do anything!" a male
Court of MiraclesFaruq worried when Erica gasped, and his anxiety only increased when Rick growled “Christ...” under his breath. He pushed through a velvet curtain and wondered what awaited him onstage. Kirsch had demanded formal attire, so it probably wasn’t a robes and sacrifices sort of event.He was half right. Five naked corpses hung from the back wall, an entire family given their scant resemblance to each other. The eldest boy, roughly Danielle’s age, had a mouth smeared with blood. It belonged to someone else, if the triumphant smile on his face was any indicator. “Bit a vampire... Way to go, champ.” Thank God for small miracles; the younger children had died in peace. Their parents were not so fortunate. Papa Bear’s knuckles were scraped raw, and his fingers twisted at odd angles. Mama Bear had been similarly mistreated. Danielle stepped on his heels. “Ho shit. Gotta keep walkin’.” Erica eventuall
Welcome to the MasqueradeIt was Byron who met Faruq on the first floor and quietly guided him to an elevator. As they rode up to the thirty-fifth floor, the assistant stood very stiffly and avoided eye contact. "What's got up his ass? Oh, right. He prolly feels bad fer leadin' me into the lion's den." Faruq cleared his throat. "Hey, bra. No hard feelins, arright? We all do what we gotta do. Ya feel me?" He extended a fist which Byron bumped with his own. "Right on." The elevator doors slid open to reveal a small executive lounge, which served as a hub for a half-dozen rooms. Byron produced a keycard and slid it into a lock. "Damn, man. You some kinda Keymaster
Great refs sheet by the way! <333