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Melissa removed her phone from her pocket and began to text a message to her boyfriend, who was probably asleep in their flat some distance away. As soon as she hit "send" though, her attacker pounced.

Her first instinct was to scream, but a glint of steel in the moonlight cut her silent. Melissa immediately went into panic mode, her hands grasping at Mi-Yun's arm desperately in an attempt to escape. She felt the blade press into her neck and pierce the thinnest fabric of her skin, and her struggling ceased.

Her skin glistened with thick perspiration as her body convulsed under Mi-Yun's grasp. "P-Please, don't kill me! Anything you want, just take it! I won't tell anyone!" she begged quietly, her voice quivering.

Night walks were never her thing, but on this particular night Melissa found herself with no other choice. The air was still chilled from winter, forcing the young woman to wrap tightly into her coat, and she adjusted her earmuffs slightly to sit more comfortably over her earphones.

A late shift let out even more late than usual… what was she going to do with her workmates? It was bad enough her boss was a complete hardass, but her supposed friends always left her to take the heat. It was amazing she wasn’t fired by now, considerinh how much shit she was put through on a daily basis.

Situations like this made her wish she had a car.

Heaving a heavy sigh into the air, she made a mental note to kick some asses later. All she needed at that moment was to get home, stuff her face, and collapse in bed… and maybe feed her dog.

Oh God.

Oh God.

That look on Romulus' face told Martin all he needed to know, and his response was a mere gape in his mouth. He was almost entirely at a loss for words at this point already, and the conversation had only started.

Romulus was serious. Jokingly so, but still very, very serious.

Martin's brow furrowed and his expression contorted, trying to comprehend the gravity of the situation and the exact consequences of his superior's decision. Segways? Roller skates? Skateboards? Segways he could understand! They were common devices used in law enforcement, were they not? But still, defaulting the force to other such vehicles would surely destroy morale, and the little flashing siren for their hats wasn't going to help one bit. Besides the obvious problems, each person on the force would have to learn how to use the equipment. It was no simply task to teach a complete force how to effectively use ineffectual vehicles, but it wasn’t as if cars were any more useful on the busy streets of London.

“Sir, might I ask you to possibly reconsider…?” Martin inquired cautiously, worried for the answer he was sure he was about to receive. Even if Romulus had a point about making sacrifices for the greater good, this was not the kind of sacrifice Martin had in mind! “I can’t help but feel your good intentions will only be damaging. We don’t want to handicap our forces, sir. We want to improve them.”

A charming little party held by prestigious figures for all to attend, eager to show off their wealth and power to all who would listen! Their intentions, though shallow, were unassuming and un-terrible – or so it seemed.

Though at first glance the party seemed to be rather normal and uneventful, a dark evil was lurking in the background, waiting to emerge. There, in the shadows! A figure, conniving and clever, slipping a red liquid into the red of the punch that sat vulnerable at the buffet table.

He chuckled and corked the bottle, then slipped back into the darkness, never to be seen again for the remainder of the party, his actions and intentions entirely unknown.

Perhaps it would not be a good idea to continue drinking the punch after that…. But accidents happen.

Hidden behind masks and costumes, the lawless of London are free to permeate the party as they please, their faceless images ne’er once alerting the authority looming over the guests. With a dash of lipstick, ferocious femme fatales seek prey for the night, while the unwary ultranormals with little suspicion garnered, continue about their conversations with smiles on their faces.

All unaware of the insanity that awaited the first slip up.

As expected, one took a drink of the tainted liquid. Later, follow this, another fell victim. Save the odd feeling welling up from within, few would suspect foul play, and perhaps only when the full effects were felt would anything truly be noticed.

One thing was certain, however: those that stood away from the punch, those that refused to allow even a drop to touch their lips, would remain unharmed by the chaos that would inevitably ensue. God forbid anyone remember this night.

Lili hasn't slept with Francis and she certainly hasn't slept with Seamus.

Feel free to have Anya, though. |D She isn't opposed to a good time.

I HAVE TWO LADIES!?