Thoughts And Philosophies

[Sephirothsicase]

--- This story might be violent. I dont know yet. This is the story after Vampire Training..... Okay so maybe it IS violent, but its not like I havnt done worse... Very light adult content as well. Give me a note Mod/Admin and I will change it.---

Prologue ~ Wander.

Seph was walking through the crowds of Cairo. It had been a while since he had left Angel and It was a lot different since he last got here, he could still remember the old buildings made of clay, or mud or some substance like that. He had only had a brief visit.

Now lights shone down around him, high buildings, night-clubs, bars, apartments and many other buildings all shone light massive light bulbs. it was slightly depressing, though that had all he had felt since Embri passed away.

He looked a little strange in his black suit and trenchcoat. He had already had a few funny looks, probably becayse it was so hot. Seph didnt feel it though, he hadnt felt warm in a long time.

His hands were in his pockets, fumbling around with a small pointed object. It was a cream colour and looked as if it had been snapped off something.

His mood had changed greatly. The bond shared between him and the unicorn had been shattered when she had petrified herself. He had managed to remove her horn from his chest easily afterwards. Darkness once more had filled his mind, and he once again saw these people as cattle. Only food for those higher-up the food chain than they were.

He grinned to himself. The bright lights shining down on him. He was walking through one of the many backstreet places. Where prostitution was practiced daily and men drank the day away with a large bottle of some alcoholic elixir.

His crimson eyes narrowed as he spotted another alleyway. Some woman in black leather had spotted him and was trying to lure him towards her with a movement of her finger. She had black hair and red contacts in her eyes. He decided to humour her, he walked towards her. She moved also as he got to her and opened a door that looked almost exactly like the wall of the building. He followed her inside.

The room was an Azul colour all over, there was only a few parts of the single room, there was a sink, a bed, a few seats and a cupboard. She took great care in taking his coat off which surprised him slightly. He knew what was going to happen next, yet she didnt.
"Hey there... Lets take these off you..." She spoke with an accent Seph had not encountered yet. "You look warm in those clothes..."
Seph only smiled at her. "I have not been warm for a long time girl..."

She put her hands around his neck. Rubbing slightly. Seph sighed, he was beggining to get fed up with this girl. She only wanted money and that was obvious. He slammed his own hand into her neck and squeezed.

Her shock showed a little later than he expected. He tightened his steel grip and pushed her to the floor. She fell to her knee's slowly and began chocking as her body craved for the air Seph did not need to consume. Her eyes began to close slowly as she passed into unconsciousness. But he laxed his grip before she faded away and her eyes slowly opened again. The look on her face was priceless...

He raised her to her feet again, and half-dragged her to the wall. He slammed her against it and pinned her to the wall with his arm across her chest. She struggled with a slight squeal, but that was about it. He lowered her collar with the slightest move of his finger.

"Tell me girl, do you still wish to get me into bed? Do you still wish to perform these acts in exchange of currency? It is a bad job, is it not?"
"Let me go! Please! Please.... Please let me go!" She was crying now, hot tears ran down her face. He protruded a tongue that seemed too long for his mouth, it was pointed slightly. He ran it up the side of the face and licked the salty water away from her cheek. She cried harder and squealed again.

"Girl, this is your unlucky day. For all you are is food to me. And, you have caught me, at my most sadistic..."

He opened his mouth and revealed his fangs, she screamed before he plunged them into her neck and ripped the skin from her throat.

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He removed his teeth from what was left of her throat, her head hanging on by only a few inches of flesh. He let go of her chest and she fell to the floor with a thud. He stood for a moment, looking at the blood on the wall that was smeared all over.

He made sure that she was dead by crushing her head underfoot. Sending purple and red stuff flying out. He scraped his foot on the bed, sometimes the victim would come back from the dead because of a fluke and the vampire had given some of his own blood by accident, this had not happened to Seph before, but he intended to keep it that way. He walked over towards the door, picked up his coat. And walked out.

As he entered the hot air once more, he felt the lights on him again. He growled slightly. They annoyed him to say the least. He strode up the alleyway, taking a right turn, he moved down the pavement to an old bookstore he had heard of from an old friend. She had proved... slightly reluctant. But Seph could seduce those weak of mind quite easily.

After a five minute walk, he came to an old looking building with a small sign written in red. He had guessed that it said "Closed Down" because of the state of the house. He tried the handle, but it was locked. He sighed.

He curled his gloved hand into a fist, and slammed it into the door. It smashed easily, leaving a hole. He pushed his left hand through this and fumbled with the lock on the other side of the door. He twisted the small knob and opened it.

Walking inside, it was dusty and filled with old rags and mats that seemed to be used for sleeping on. He could smell narcotics on the air. The shop must have been used by the local drug-dealers as a hangout and a selling point for their operations. He gripped the small bar in his hand. He would have to pull it if things got slightly annoying.

He took a few steps forward, the floor had plastic packets containing a slight white dust. Remains of some drug that had no doubtedly been consumed with a voracious hunger. He tapped a large bottle aside with the heel of his boot. Something crunched underfoot, it looked like a used syringe. He heard a small shuffle around the corner. somebody else was in the room.

He gripped the bar a little tighter and moved around the corner. A door slammed in his face. Seph was beggining to hate the manners of some people. He raised his foot and kicked it near the lock. The door almost snapped in half and came crashing against the opposite wall, giving Seph an easy look into the room.

Five men were standing in a blank room with solid stone walls. There was no window and the walls were stained with blood and other foul substances. The area had a stench of blood, urine and other horrible chemicals. They all instantly looked at him. They were wearing dark red suits and black sunglasses. One of them had long hair past his shoulders, another had short waxed hair in spikes. The other three were bald.

They raised their weapons, which happened to be a combination of a large machette, two metal poles, and two pocket-knives. These must be the drug dealers. A man was strapped to the chair, he had his hands behind him and was bleeding from the chest and face. He had no shirt and no trousers, only his undergarment. They spoke to him in a rapid laungage he couldnt understand. He just tilted his head slightly. This seemed to annoy them. He could tell by the way the bald people charged with their weapons raised.

He pulled on the bar in his hands. Large 50 cm blades shot out from his sleeves from a box strapped to his arm. The box reached up to his elbow. The blades were not unlike the blades that EnD used himself. Only these were a metallic blue and more smooth, unlike the usuall spikey, hacking blades that End's race used.

The first man was moving too fast to stop in time, Seph ducked under the swing of his bat and slammed his blades into the mans stomach, impaling him as blood rushed down Seph's arm. He yanked the blades out and smashed him with the box concealed under his sleeve. He was dead before he hit the floor. The second bald person looked slightly shocked while the third pushed him forward. Seph released his grip on the bar and they instantly slid back into the box as Seph grabbed the man by the face. He pulled the other blades back as he grabbed hold of the mans left leg, he lifted him up into the air and with a large swing, brought him down upon his knee, snapping him completely in half. He chucked the man onto the floor, his body at an almost 80 degree angle. He took a few steps towards the man and opened his blades again. As they slowly slid out with a metallic scream. A new scent filled the air. More urine. A dark patch appeared around the groin area on the mans trousers. Seph laughed before bringing his arm upward.

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He rammed the blades into the mans head and twisted. Sending a shower of gore up to the roof of the room. He kicked the body to the side of the room and approached the other two. One raised his machette while the other raised his knife.

Seph grew slightly tired. He turned his arms so that his wrists were facing up now and pressed a small button on the side of the hand-bar. On the other end of the Hand Blade-Box. A small circle opened. Twin darts shot out from the hole and hit them both sqaure in the face. One entered the long-hair's eye while the other entered the short-hairs cheek. They both hit the ground and began to shake. Their faces slowly began changing colour to a dark blue as the poisen seeped through their veins and killed off everything. Tissue, muscle and blood.

Their shaking stopped and blood oozed from their mouth and lips. While the long-hair's eye began bleeding. He turned to face the man strapped in the chair. He was wearing a large bag over his head and something that looked like ear-buds were rammed into his ears. He also had a black leather strap over his eyes. Seph walked towards him and tore them both off. He looked at Seph and noticed that Seph had small flecks of blood on his face and coat. He began to panick slightly.

"Please! Please dont kill me!"
"Sir, you are the second person to say that to me. She now lies on the floor, in a pool of whatever blood I left from her. So quiet down and answer some questions."
The man started mumbling. Seph rolled his eyes. Humans...
"Where is the owner of this bookstore?"
"He moved a while ago, he moved to America. He thought he would be safe there."
"Why?"
"Because those people you just killed were going to kill him! He had a gambling addiction and he owed a lot of people a lot of money!"

Well, this answers why the book store was almost empty. He must have had to sell everything to pay a part of his debt.
"Well, who are you?"
"I used to be his partner. He left the shop in a hurry so I came back here today to get some stuff from the cellar... The-"
"There is a cellar? Where?"
"Its behind the counter, there is a small door on the floor but you gotta get me out of here!"
Seph ignored the mans cry for help and moved out of the doorway. Now missing a door.

He slid over the counter and fumbled around for the door. It turned out that it had to be pulled up, not pushed down. Seph dropped into the darkness. His eyesight keen from being a creature of darkness. There were a few bookshelves left. Some of them still had books on them. It was a room like the one he had just been in, four walls, no windows and no door.

He took two books and had a quick look through them. Nothing. He took the last book though, and it was exactly what it wanted. The title had the letter thirteen printed. XIII. He took this and quickly made his exit.

The man was still crying for help when he left.

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His thoughts drifted back home as he wandered down the street. Book in hand. His thoughts drifted back to Raven. He missed her smooth skin and slender body. He longed to touch her again and to take her to bed. But he could do that later.... Hopefully not too later.. He remembered the image of a few drops of blood dropping from her red lips... How it dropped upon her breast, and how she had offered it for his taste. He missed her.

He walked down the alleyway with a large smile on his face.

End of Prologue.

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Chapter 1 ~ Call Of The Zombie

Seph opened the door to The Crescent Night Hotel. A fitting name he thought. He took his card from the receptionist and took the stairs to floor number 27. He slipped the card through the reader and walked inside, the book still in his hand.

His room was large, it was a warm red colour. It had a king-sized, four-poster bed with red velvet sheets and deep golden pillows. A large flat screen, plasma televison was against the opposite wall. The kitchen was only a few steps away and contained an oven, a fridge, 4 cupboards and a dish-washer.

He threw the book onto the bed before hre removed his coat and jacket. He began undoing the buttons of his shirt, he removed this and threw it onto the bed also. He took a couple of steps into the bathroom. He removed the rest of his clothing here and placed them neatly folded ontop of a counter. He examined the scars on his body and muscles before sighing and opening the door to the shower. He turned on the cold water and stepped inside.



A few minutes later, he stepped out of the shower. The water dripping down his body. He reached for a blue towel before wrapping it around his hips. Still dripping slightly. He moved into the bedroom again and pressed the play button on a CD-Player attached to a pair of speakers. Hellbilly Deluxe began with a horror like intro before getting into a song called Super Beast. His hair was slowing the dripping as most of it fell away. He lay on his bed and picked up the book, still in his towel and still slightly wet.

He flicked through a couple of pages delicately. Making sure not to tear the old paper. The book proved what he already knew. He knew what he was now. His memories had done that for him. This book described that some day a being "Of almost immortality would rise to defy god. This being is the incarnation of Judas Iscariot." So, Seph is Judas Iscariot, the very man who betrayed Jesus. He laughed at this. How ironic.

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An hour later, three large helicopters pulled out of a courtyard. 10 people aboard each. They were the first people to go in. They had been hired by somebody who wished to remain a hidden identity. Apparantly, some guy had just checked into the hotel with an artifact that wasnt supposed to belong to him. A book they were told.

Captain Jack was the commander of the sqaud. His mean were armed with the usual MP5's, bullet-resistant body armour and two grenades each. One for smoke, the other a Flash-Bang.

It took them only 10 minutes to close the distance. The media had gathered outside because their employer had sent word. They shone bright lights onto the 13th room of the 27th floor, just like they were told. A large man walked up to the window, he seemed to be wearing nothing on his chest. He smiled, his eyes hidden by the hair.

Captain Jack landed on the roof of the hotel and deployed his men into three groups. Group A would go to the targets room and get him DOA. While Groups B and C would wait on them.

He turned to his men and raised his weapon.
"Go! We arnt being payed by the hour! Move your asses and lets get this guy before our dinner gets cold!"


Seph grinned and dropped the towel, he walked towards the cupboard and pulled on some clothes before he pulled out a drawer. He removed two large pistols from under a black cloth. He put these into his coat pockets on the inside, the cold touching his skin. He was not wearing a shirt.

He placed a large two-handed sword over his back, he had payed somebody to smuggle it into the hotel and deliver it to his room. The music must have repeated itself a while, its song now on "Dragula."

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Group A moved down the stairs and waited just outside number 13. They could hear music coming from inside clearly as though it were being played next to their ears. They were slightly uneasy about this mission, something was wrong. Johnny moved his finger to his headset and tapped the transmition button.
"We are infront of the targets door. Waiting for command."
"Thank you. All green. "
Johnny nodded at the command he motioned for his team to move in.


Seph waited for a few moments, Pistols raised, pointed upwards towards the roof. He mimed the words that came from the song.

"Dead I am the life, dig into the skin..."
The men placed a small explosive charge on the door.
"Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win..."
Seph grinned to himself and tightened the grip on his pistols. He lowered them, pointed towards the door slowly.
"Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry..."
The demolitions expert took a step back and began counting down from 10.
"Devil on your back, I can never die."
An explosion ripped through the door and tore it to peices, killing three men by shredding the skin and muscle from their bones. The charge had not gone off though.

Seph stopped firing and moved towards the door.

The men looked slightly shocked, they had seen pretty scary stuff but this was insane. The weapons the guy was using are impossible. He only shot about 6 bullets, yet large chunks of flesh were missing from his comrades and were splattered all over the walls. One was still alive and screaming his lungs out. His cry slowly grew less and more into a gurgle as blood filled his lungs and he drowned on his own blood.

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Seph moved through the door, all seven men turned to look at him.

"STOP! Stay where you are and lower your weapon!" Shouted one, he couldnt tell, they were all masked. Seph still walked towards them though. They seemed to panick slightly. He knew what was coming next.

They each pulled the trigger. Five MP5's firing at him at once. He ducked and launched himself at the nearest person, dodging under their fire. He stood again and rammed the barrel of the gun into his mouth. Grinned at the man, then pulled the trigger. Expelling brains all over the wall. He swung the other around and smashed a person in the temple. Killing him quickly. He moved the pistol from the mans mouth and turned so his arms were facing their directions. Right facing right and so forth.

He began firing. Each bullet taking a large chunk out of the men as they stopped to reload. Each one fell in turn. Though one was on his knee's. Grunting slightly as he tries to stem the flow of blood from his chest. Seph put his boot ontop of his head and smashed it onto the floor, spilling brains onto the carpet.

The radio said that others would be moving towards his position. Seph growled slightly. He began to remember what had happened day before. It was such a funny night...

~ The day before. 2:30am. (Yay! Flashback!)~

Seph walked slowly behind the man. He had followed him all the way from the local Gym where Seph had bought a membership for a while. He was a daily-worker and Seph had been observing him for a while. Seph was hungry, he hadnt eaten anything in a long time, and soon enough the old blood-thirst had setten in again. The familiar feeling of wanting to rip and tear his head from his shoulders and drink whatever came out returned.

He followed him down the dark alleyway where the man lived. When he noticed a black shadow also following the man. This was puzzling. Maybe he was taking steroids or something and owed somebody some money. This seemed to happen a lot in this town.

[Raven]

Raven followed silently after the man, smiling as she did. Time for a snack… She thought, almost giggling to herself. She would have, if she had not wanted to stay silent. She walked up behind the man, dressed in her short black dress she did not stand out too much here. “Hey… want to go inside?” She whispered in the mans ear, making him jump. He spun around, looking frightened, but his expression turning to a leer as he saw her.

Raven watched masking her disgust as the mans attention focused on her breasts. She stood there, smiling sweetly though; nothing would ruin him. “How about a little kiss?” She said pouting a little. “For you it’s on me…” She said, moving closer to him. The man smiled slightly cruelly and grabbed her by the hand, pulling her towards him suddenly. Raven only smiled. She would pay him back later. She looked up at him and lifted her mouth towards him, teasing for a moment. She man closed his eyes. Raven shot her hand up and closed tightly around his neck swiftly. He did not open them again.

Smirking, Raven looked sadistically at the dead body at her feet, she leaned down, picking it up by its hair. “Fool.” She hissed to the corpse before biting into his neck. She devoured him within moments. A rare delicacy for the demoness, as she did not allow herself to feast on humans often.

“So, how long have you been watching me?” Raven hissed. She had sensed the other presence, even before she had approached the man. She was not in a very good mood. And this, was the perfect way to release it. She turned towards the place she sensed the aura, hiding her bloodstained lips and face with her hair so only her crimson eyes shone out in the dark. “Are you going to come out? Or must I make you…?” She said mockingly, chuckling to herself.

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He growled slightly. He had been looking forward to that.

"You could not make me if you tried girl..."

He walked towards the unknown foe, moving from his hiding place behind the wall. Her look described her in a way. She knew what mortal men wanted, the dress made her figure look sleek and erotic. He didnt know if it made her breasts larger or if that was her normal size. This could be fun.

"I was looking forward to him. Tell me, have you done this just to tease me or is it just stupidity?"

He had not planned on this, so he had no weapons. This might turn into a small tussle if it carried on.

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The insults went on for some time, but Seph never was one to use words more than actions. He eventaully left the woman to her meal. It seemed pointless arguing over it, it would have grown cold by now anyways.

That was the day that Seph got the tip delivered to his room about the book.

~ Back to present. ~

Seph blew two bullets into another mans chest. He raised an eyebrow as he examined the emblem on the mans chest. It bore a sign which looked like a large S and A in a circle. This stood for the Syndicate A-shine. It was supposedly a secret group consisting of the most skilled members of the law in the world. Wasnt proving too much of a challenge though, these must be the goons.



Private Keith hurried towards the elevator, lagging slightly behind his squad. He could hear the hurried shouts over the radio head-set.
"Hurry hurry! We should never had gotten involved with the SA!" He heard from somebody ahead in his squad.
"Stop crying about it, you know why we did it. The money!" Another person replied.
"Shut up! Just move! If the psycho dont kill us then the Boss will!"
The commander pressed the button repeatedly to the elevator with the speed of a man fearing for his life, the whole squad quickly behind trying to convince the elevator to lower itself faster.


The door finally opened as Seph was walking towards them, around four yelled to their squad and began shouting in a rather scared sort of manner. Two men worked up the nerve to fire, small bullets wizzed towards Seph and punctured his torso. A line was visible where the bullets hit from his hip to his shoulder. The other man had only hit a few times in random places. He raised the large pistol and shot once, hitting a man straight in the heart with absolute precise aim. He fell with a gurgle and died within seconds. The men poured into the elevator.


Keith got into the elevator and felt another bullet fly past his head. It burrowed into the neck of the commander behind him. Keith began pressing the buttons to try and make the doors close and make the elevator move, but it was being ironically slow about it.

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Seph flashed a look at Keith and grinned. Keith looked back with horror and felt his breathing speed up, if that was at all possible. The door closed finally and Keith fell back with a sigh. These doors were thick, no matter hor big-a gun he had, it wouldnt pass through these doors. But something bothered him at the back of his head.

"Damnit, who was hit?" The second-in asked.
"Err.. He hit Johnson, Wilson, Amy and Brian.... Jesus..." Private Helen replied.
"Urgh.... We have seen some weird crap but this has to take the biscuit..." The second-in replied. "There just aint something right abo-.."
There was a ping, and the sign for the door to open flashed above on the display where the levels are shown.
"B-but... How? He...!" Private Bigns shouted
"Captain!" Helen shouted, and tried to pull Keith off the elevator panel.
He was trying to open the door. Keith's eyes were round and large, his pupils dilated. His mouth in an insane smile.


Seph grinned once again and laughed, he continued walking towards the elevator door. It would open soon. He was only a few seconds away.


The door opened.
"KEITH! GET THE HELL OFF THE DOOR!" Helen shouted.
A member raised his gun and fired a few rounds into Keith's back. He fell to the floor outside the elevator. Seph didnt pause walking by, he only raised his right hand a few inches and blew a hole in Keith's head by aiming through his mouth with the pistol.


Helen was now half-smashing the button down. Screaming curses and such. The door began closing, the man made no attempt to run to catch up, he only smiled slightly. The door closed and Helen sighed. Untill she heard a large clunk. The door had not fully closed. The barrel of two large pistols had caught the door. She swore again as the doors opened slowly as he forced them open with the barrels of the pistols. He walked into the elevator, smiling that twisted smile of his, and stopped right in the circle of the members. Some were cursing, others muffled shouting, others were silent. Helen was silent.

He smiled even as he uttered "Going down..." as the doors closed shut.

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"Ping!"

The door to the elevator opened.

The corpse of somebody who Seph identified as "Helen" by the name-tag around her neck. He wiped the remains of a short feed from his mouth and reloaded his large pistols as he left the gore-covered elevator. Slight squishing sounds came from underfoot as he strode outwards.

Unfortunatly he had to take the stairs from here. Somebody downstairs had taken the liberty of locking the doors, so Seph could go no further. Infront of him was a large corridor, it was windowed all the way down one side, it must be on the side of the building.

He was just making out the scene below before a large helicopter got in the way and shone a bright light towards him. It had the markings of a news chopper.
"Figures..." He hissed. This must be big down at the office if American and English reporters where here.


"We have visual convermation on the terrorist. He is currently still inside the luxury hotel and no effort to stop him has succeded. We now pass this story onto Jeremy Lim who is there on the scene at this moment."
The television screen switches to an image of Seph standing outside the window, looking at the helicopter with an annoyed look on his face.
"Thanks Bob." The reporter answered. "There he is, the terrorist which has been murdering the guests and brave officers, who gave their lives to fight this menace."
"Just, what is going on down there Jeremy?" Bob asked his reporter.
"Well, it appears that a terrorist has created a scare. Be it hostage, bomb or any other we dont know yet. We do know though, that they are sending in the specialists here. And there still doesnt appear to be any stop to him."
"So, is there any reason known for this? Any demands?"
"None at the moment, he just waltzed in and began killing these guys. It makes me sick just looking at him... Hey... What is he doing? Whats going on?"

Seph had grown impatient with the helicopter. He merely frowned more and raised his pistol again. The Helicopter jolted and cleared off quite quickly, Seph thought it slightly amusing.

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He stopped looking outside, he couldnt see much, the lights inside were interfering with his vision of the outside. Further down the corridor there were two men behind an up-turned table, both saw him and raised their MP5's and let loose a barrage of shots. Seph didnt have an unlimited supply of ammo, he didnt know how much he would need. So he gripped the hilt of the massive two-handed sword and pulled it out of the harness. He held it infront of his torso, the wide blade reflected most of the shots up into the ceiling as he slowly approached the two men.

One raised his arm to toss a flash-bang. The top glowed red slightly to show that the pin had been pulled out. He threw it towards Seph and then turned around to shield his eyes. Seph only raised the sword and kicked the grenade as flew towards him. It hit the opposite wall and landed near his lap.

It exploded, and blinded them both temporarily. As they both rubbed their eyes, Seph smashed one of them with the massive sword. It severed one arm from his body and broke numerous ribs. He crashed against the wall and fell to the floor, quite dead. The other had flicked out a knife, from his sitting position, he stabbed Seph in the lower leg with it. Seph grimaced slightly, and swung the sword again, smashing into his chest and sending him flying down the corridor. He bounced twice then skidded to a halt, a little short of the elevator. He did not get up again.

Seph then opened the door to the stairs. He sat on the lower step and examined the knife-wound. It had not gone deep, it appeared that he hadnt put much effort into it. Whichever reason eluded Seph, it might have been the burning sensation behind his eyes from the flash grenade or the fear, people around here seemed to exude it.

He yanked the knife out with a slight grimace, and slammed it into the wall where the blade lodged and quivered slightly. Seph stood up, tested his leg and found it not to be damaged. So he picked up his large sword and continued down the stairs.

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Seph opened the door labelled "DINING HALL."

As soon as he had opened the door, Seph counted three grenades that had landed near his feet. He didnt stick around. He ducked behind the door as they exploded, showing bits of table and chair onto the stairs.

Seph could hear them talking between themselves.
"Did we get 'em?" One said.
"No, I dont think so." A slightly higher voice replied, perhaps female.
"Well, i'm damn well not checking." Said a scruffy voice.
"Fine, cowards. I'll do it." The first voice said.
Though only three people spoke, Seph could hear heavy breathing. The dining room was a large place, there could be up to twenty people inside. Seph could shrug off most of it, but I doubt they would allow him to pick the bullets out afterwards.

Footsteps followed as the man made his approach. Seph saw a few options from this. He could either:
A) Grab the man and use him as a hostage to get to the other side.
B) Grab the man and use him as a hostage to retreat back up the stairs.
C) Kill the man and make a break for it.
D) Go for the kill, take out as many as possible.

Seph couldnt make his mind up, so he decided to combine three. He strapped the large sword onto his back once more and tightened his gloves.

As the man walked towards the room, Seph leapt out and grabbed the man by the throat. He then held him with his arm around his neck and his left hand on the mans MP5. He then walked into the dining room, stopping about 8 feet outside the room. Seph counted 14 armed people, a little under his past assumption, but that didnt matter anymore.