Inhuman (CLOSED)

((Kinda? I thought it could start with them kidnapping the teens or something…….. idk though))

((Want me to do a starter then…?))

(( sure.))

It was late in the night.
They had no idea what they were doing.

4 kidnappers had to get 7 teens at it was going to be more but it got difficult when a few dropped out. It WAS equal but then the others decided no.

It was a difficult task and there was quite a fair amount of struggles as the group of teens turned out a little more capable then the kidnappers initially thought but now the deed was gone and they'd all been taken into the dark place a fair way out of town and a lot of driving and arguing away.

It was still dark in the place that the teens had been left and they were just starting to wake up now. There was one kidnapper guarding in the room, one outside, at the exit and two patrolling the entire grounds of the place that they were being held.

((Us Kidnappers can decide who's guarding where))

(I gtg tho ;-;)

((Good job))

((You're guarding the outside then I won't let any teens get out then….))

Clara woke up in a place she didn't recognise.

"Hello?" She asked, voice echoing in the silence. "Is anyone there?"

"Gmorning! You're the first one awake and it's good to know you're not dead I though I got the Flunitrazepam levels wrong and killed you all!"

Clara got up and walked over to the door where the voice was coming from.
"I doubt something like that could have killed me."

"You never know, really, anything can be deadly!"
He's tall and has a big smile plastered over his face. He's also standing in front of the door with a gun.

Clara laughed to herself. "Anything?"
She seemed unfazed by the gun.

"Yeah, I mean, a banana can be deadly if you want it to be." He says happily, waving the gun around. "My gold coated 3rd edition silver shooter rifle is definitely deadly but I do suppose some people might not be affected…" He shrugs. "I'm kind of alone right now though, but there are deadly people too!"

"Silver shooter rifle?" Clara asked, suddenly worried. "Exactly which part of the rifle is silver?"

"Oh, the barrel is silver and I was advised to do the bullets but not I really can't remember honestly."

"Right…" Clara took a step back. "Do you happen to have it with you at the moment?"

"Oh yeah, this one is just a 1950's pistol from the Toronto police but-" He pauses and pulls another gun plated with gold and engraved with roses out. "-I believe this one is the shooter one from America, plated with cold, loaded with silver and engraved in blood! As the person I took it from said."

"That's…" She searched for a word. "… nice."

"Well, thank you!" He says, smiling brightly. "But do stop distracting me." He says, looking around the room warilly.

Clara sighed. "I'm not distracting you. I just want some information. Firstly, where am I?"

"You're gonna have to ask someone who knows a little more about the whole operation!" He says cheerfully, waving the (now) two guns about madly.

"Okay…" She muttered, annoyed. "Secondly, why am I here? Why have you kidnapped me and a bunch of other random people?"

"Apparently you're all magical babes or some shit I'm not su- oops. Not supposed to say heaps…. Right…" He whispers, lowering the guns.

"… magical what?" She replied

"Huh?" He says, becoming further confused. "Anyway, next question! I don't mind Q and A!" He excaims, glancing at others then back at Clara.

"Okay." She sighs "Next question: who are you?"
((guess I'm switching to first person, then))

"I am….. Dr Williams!" He purrs, for dramatic effect. He also grins. His eyes go to the others in the group. "I may have gotten the Flunitrazepam levels incorrect…"

Clara arches an eyebrow and smirks slightly. "Whomst?"

"Dr Williams? Or the drug?" He asks, quizzically, mirroring her facial expression very very well.