Where in Arcadia had these soldiers COME from anyway?!?!
Felix Knight, Clan of the Moon, Lost Boy, defender of all things good and right and just crept through the streets of Washington DC, hiding in shadows and on rooftops.
The Blue Rose Knights, as they called themselves, started to invade the world in a silent inquisition against the denizens of the World of Darkness. No Kindred, Cainite, Garou, Kithain, Ghoul or Mage was safe. They held wicked steel blades, with some sort of syringe system that coated the blade in a chemical that burned like the sun to any supernatural being. Felix knew what the chemical was-it was in their name.
The Blue Rose. All caps. It was a plant devised by Gaia herself, or so the legends said, to be a great equalizer. A defense for humans against their preternatural foes. It was never meant to grow to such a quantity that every one of these ‘Knights’ could afford to have a sample.
They had taken over most of Europe. Ancient resting places of the most influential children of Caine in the world were being disturbed. Princes and Archbishops, Sept Leaders and Dukes, Neonate and Apprentice were being killed off in droves. They had practically destroyed the society of shadows within less than a decade.
Now they were here. In America.
(Most of the Locums were safe in Bridgeton, England. It seemed the Isle of the Mighty was becoming the only safe place in that part of the world. Kaitlyn had taken to traveling with Felix, but they were separated at the moment. With Rome being the birthplace of this cult of eradicators, Chance Castle and Clairessa had moved to New Orleans and set up safe harbor for any who needed it. Kathy and Jerry Hart had moved to Chicago long before this all started, and did the same.)
The Locums as a whole saw this as their problem, these Blue Rose Knights, and Felix thought that they needed to be stopped on principle. They weren’t only killing denizens of darkness, after all.
That lead him here. Kaitlyn had wanted to meet up, as she had a vessel they would be using to get to Easter Island, the source of The Blue Rose, and thus the problem. He had just got caught up in helping those that needed it. He hated seeing anyone flee for their lives, and he spent most of his time in DC not looking for Kaitlyn like he was supposed to, but doing what he did best.
He was a true knight. Not like these murderers.
He’d heard of a Chantry, a potent one that had been in the area since the city was founded, and it was about to be destroyed. Attacked by these soldiers. Perhaps he could warn the resident Tremere, get them out before it was too late.
He landed in the back alley behind the old steeple church, and effortlessly crawled up the side of the stone building to the roof, and peeked in through the skylight.
He only had a split moment to act.
There was a Warlock, and in his embrace was a woman in a white lab coat, blonde hair pulled into a ponytail the Tremere was holding in order to drain her dry.
Just as he looked, the door shattered open, and SWAT-like armored soldiers brandishing semi-automatic weapons came in, headed by one with a archaic-looking sword. Each of their breastplates had a blue rose decaled on.
His split moment was ticking. He felt the world’s temporal flow get muddled and his world blur, Temporis always made him feel like he was shunted through a tube.
The skylight he was spying through shattered as he pulled his wooden scimitar from his belt and went through it. He was five feet from the ground as the soldier with the blade cut through the Tremere like a hot knife through butter. His vitae splattered his victim and then he turned to ash. Glass fell like rain and bullets started to fly when the 12 year old hit the floor, but not before bringing his sword down on the soldier’s helmeted head.
Time flowed normally.
More bullets, a hail storm of them, and a burst of his own vitae while he sped to get out of their way. He zig zagged across the grand church’s mass room to the first, and the second, and the third, inhuman potency behind every swing of his blade. He felt the bones break on contact, saw their bodies fly with the force, heard the yelps of agony in his wake.
Felix rushed back to the sword-bearer, who was just starting to recover from his previous blow, and the Lost Boy reacquainted him to the sensation. Even with a faceplate the helmet could not match him, and the soldier flew back with such force he flipped a few times. The Blue Rose sword scattered away from him, and Felix snatched it up by the hilt.
Pain. So much pain.
His hand practically set ablaze, but no flame. He reeled back, looking at what it had done and fearful for his existence.
It looked like his palm had been dipped in flesh-eating acid. It sizzled angrily at him. He shook it vigorously, and eyed the hilt of the sword.
There were precautions against the sword being used by all but humans. The hilt had the same syringe system that the blade had. A thin but potent layer of the chemical was smeared over it.
Felix was confused. It was supposed to kill him on contact. Instead it just aggravated his hand to no use. At least for tonight.
He wrapped his hand, and then used the soldier’s scabbard and glove to wrap the blade, and strapped it across his back. He had not forgotten about the girl, and she lay motionless and pale on the ground, haloed in the glass Felix had fallen through.
Violet eyes scanned her for any sign of life, and he held his left hand under her nose for indication. She was covered in ash and Tremere vitae, and Felix could only sigh in defeat.
Felix Knight had killed four men tonight, but saved not one soul. He growled at his failure. His hand burned and his heart ached.
A slight moan broke his concentration.
He shot up, and saw the woman in the coat stir.
Felix ran to her side, and held her head up to look at him.
“My lady!! My lady can you hear me?!” His graveled voice at least made her hazel eyes open.
Then her back arched, her limbs twisted in agony, and she screamed. Vitae from the slain Tremere was strewn all over her mouth, and Felix realized in horror that some may have gotten in as she had lost all of hers.
She was changing.
She’d need blood or she would frenzy and end up getting slain anyway.
Felix hoisted her writhing form up and fled the place. He ran and ran until he got to one of his dens in the city, and set her down. She’d be safe for a time, but he needed to help her. It would take a while for the change to fully happen, so he had to hurry. His hand was still burning like fire, but he had the fortitude to withstand it.
Felix was off!!
Down the alleys, across the roofs, down some more alleys, across the streets, over cars, dodging obstacles, leaping tall fences in a single bound, more streets, WAIT MOTORCYCLE!!---
A screeching cacophony and a bright light blinded him as he barely got out of the way. The motorcycle hit it’s side and it’s rider had to abandon it. They rolled till a stop, but the motorcycle continued on, tumbled down the road, hit a street light, and crashed onto another car. The car siren went off.
The rider’s helmet hit the asphalt tiredly, and with a groan SHE stood up and looked at the boy who stood in the street.
Felix had a signature pose reminiscent of Peter Pan, hands on his hips, feet apart, chest out and head high.
Who did this grump think she was? Almost running him over.
Her hands raised slightly as she looked at the scene, and pulled the helmet off her head.
She was 5’4, only three inches taller than Felix, with a little longer than shoulder length auburn hair. She was pretty enough, for an old lady(at least to Felix), looking in her late teens, with blue green eyes. Her skin was pale but not pasty, and she was lean and fit looking.
Never mind! His indignant rage quelled, he realized she may be of use.
“What the heck are you doing, kid?” Her voice was trained, like a songstress. Felix had a lot of experience with them.
“YOU. I require assistance. And since your vehicle is…out of service at the moment, you seem to be the best I’ve got.” Felix stated simply. The girl looked at him incredulously. He was used to it. She didn’t say anything, just looked like she tried to make some excuse.
“Someone is in dire need of my help! There are those Blue Rose soldiers about and we’ve not much time! So hurry! Out of the street! Make haste!” He cried and shooed her out of the street as well as himself. They scurried to an ally nearby, and ducked behind a dumpster.
“Kid-I don’t know who you are-”
“Of course! Felix. Felix Knight. At your service, ma’am!” He introduced himself with a flair. She still looked at him like he was insane.
“Terrwyn Locklin. Hi. Look-”
“Now, there’s a young girl going through her change, she’s needs some form of sustenance. And we have to get it to her. I have a plan, but I need two hands-and sadly I only have one for the eve.”
Felix picked up a discarded piece of wood, and started to use it as a drawing tool on the dirt below.
“Now. We are here!” X marks the spot. “We need to get to the petting zoo that is HERE.” Circle to the target. “There are Blue Rose squads here and here-” Triangles. “-and we need to get past them. We sneak into the facility, and I’ll toss the selected llama-” A poorly drawn llama head, “-Over the gate to you.” A slight ‘Meh!’ sound was illustrated coming from the llama as it was tossed to ‘T’, Terrwyn.
“Do llama’s even make that sound…?” She whispered to herself but audibly to Felix.
“HUSH! Planning stage still going. We sneak back OUT of the zoo, and ride the llama down the street triumphantly to our awaiting damsel!” He stood with a spin and tossed the stick down the alley.
Terrwyn looked up at him, and her face brightened into a grin.
“Ah, great plan, but there’s a hospital down the street. We can just go get some donated blood from there.” She stood and pointed.
“I am the leader of this mission, and what I say is the plan we take! Got it?!”
Her grin fell from her face and she looked at him in a bitter sort of disappointment. She crossed her arms and peered down at him somberly.
“Good. Now, OFF TO THE HOSPITAL!!”
She had a stunning grin, he had to admit.
The girl kept up with him well. He was typically hard to follow, most grumps had trouble. They eyed the hospital, hiding behind a car parked in the lot.
“Alright. You make an enormous distraction over by the ambulance!” Felix dug in his pockets and handed Terrwyn the contents. She eyed them with the same expression she had looked at Felix with the entire eve.
“What am I supposed to do with these?” She held her hand out to the lost boy. He looked down at the palm full of a paperclip, three pieces of candy, a thimble, two jacks and a piece of chalk.
Felix cursed his own ingenuity. Of course she wouldn’t get it with all that excess in the way!! He took back the thimble.
“There!” He exclaimed softly but strongly.
Terrwyn looked like she was about to say something else, but she just shook her head, and then nodded to herself.
“But Felix how am I supposed to distract everyone if I don’t have a thimble?” She said humorously, but all Felix saw was how totally right she was. He put the thimble back.
“Okay, but I’ll need that later when we run into Boogeymen.” He hissed and peeked around the corner of the car.
The emergency room was a complete wreck. People in coats, scrubs, hurt and injured, flittering to and fro. He heard Terrwyn laugh behind him.
“Why don’t we just go get some of those white coats and blend in?” She suggested, handing Felix back his nick knacks.
“Well if you’re going to be boring about it.” He scoffed.
Getting the ‘uniforms’ was easy, and Terrwyn was strolling through the hospital hallways like she knew exactly what she was doing. Like she belonged there. She even nabbed a clipboard and a pair of glasses to fit in a bit more professionally.
Felix noticed none of this. Only saw a guarded dungeon of mad scientists, each with spinner blades for hands and scalpels for teeth. He dodged from hall to hall, diving into dirty linen bins, into and out of vents, and passing Terrwyn secret spy messages the whole way.
Half way through she finally realized they were on a mission here and followed his lead, although he had to say she was the happiest spy in the world by that grin on her face.
They found the coolers, and when everyone was out of their way began to pack the scarlet bags into another linen sack. Terrwyn hung it over her shoulder, and much like the way they came in, they left. Only this time, Felix cloaked the two of them by way of obfuscation, and not one person noticed their leaving.
Victorious, the two ran laughing down the street at their triumph. Felix would have preferred the llama, but alls well that ends well.
Giving the girl her vitae was gruesome. It was a terrible process, becoming Lost. She handled it like a champ, and Terrwyn helped her go do girl stuff like bathe and all that when it was over. The grump came back shaking, but a grump. One of the lost ones. She nodded her head at Felix and smiled at Terrwyn.
“I hate to cut this short, but those Blue Rose Soldiers will be here any moment. You must make haste to Chicago, or New Orleans. There you will be safe.” Felix stated, already feeling very late for his meeting with Kaitlyn.
“Wait-you’re leaving us? She doesn’t know what she is or what she’s doing. You wrecked my bike, forced me to help you and then ditching me?!” Terrwyn almost yelled, eyes blazing at him.
“You’re right.” He agreed. It would be unkind to leave such a young one in Terrwyn’s care. They wouldn’t make it to the border. They wouldn’t make it far at all. Terrwyn’s eyes widened in surprise.
Felix flailed in his spot in disbelief.
“Of course! Now, I am awaiting a ship with an ally. We may be able to get you on board and find out what happens then. She can walk, that’s a good sign. We have to move quickly. We have to race the sun-and we are heading east.”
Terrwyn looked at him with more disbelief than before.
“That’s a cool saying.” She smiled absently at him. Felix blinked.
“No, really, the sun is rising and we have to go that way.” He pointed east.
Terrwyn’s face fell.
Kaitlyn was at the docks, and the three got to the submarine-yes-submarine safely. It was Falkir’s sub, so Felix took great joy in running about the place.
Kaitlyn rolled her eyes at Felix dragging new compatriots to the boat, but she could not in good conscience leave them there either.
Alexis(the girl Felix and Terrwyn had saved), was being taught basics by Kaitlyn, and thus was busy for most of the three week journey. Felix ran the gamut of things to do, and learned very quickly that Terrwyn was a grump that knew how to have fun. If he snuck through the engine room, she prowled with him. When he tackled the monsters beneath the bed, she distracted the others with high-pitched noises, when he made a fortress in Falkir’s room out of his sheets and pillows, she helped him defend it from intruders. (Alexis was going to feel the sting of those thrown pillows for a LONG time.)
Terrwyn was a trained opera singer, but she had a grand interest in adventure and martial arts. She was abducted by someone who hated her tutor, and they treated her terribly. The Blue Rose Soldiers killed her captors, and she was left alone.
Felix liked her. And when Kaitlyn decided she was going to help them take on Easter Island, he already knew that they were going to make a great team.