The Parts That Are Lost

[Peter "The Owl"]

Peter has no time to defend or evade and the magic spell slams into him, sending him flying back even farther. Straightening himself Peter flows into motion, throwing Numistar towards Hedeon. The sword flies on a straight path, blade towards the faerie, white fire flaring and trailing behind it.

Peter himself moves at alarming speed, chasing after the sword down the hallway. He twists his wrist and hands his hand, causing something to drop out of his sleeve and into his hand.

[Josef Stalin]

Stalin nods, and begins pacing back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back. Stalin did this often, it was his trademark thinking stance. He finally stopped and began stroking his mustache.

"Kith, tell me... what is it that brought about this sudden change of your change of heart?" Stalin asked in as curious a tone as he could muster.

[Kith]

"I was raised by Red Infinity to destroy. It is in both my divine blood as well as my dark elven heritage. I do not know what caused the change. I think it was when I was sent to destroy Hope 98. That was the first time I disobeyed an order. I thought that it was wrong to take something nice or pretty from the world. That mission was a year and a half ago. It changed everything."

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I bow my head and feel washed over by shame and regret.

"My heart belongs to Red Infinity. My loyalty to the cause does not waver. But, I admit there were times when I felt something. I felt like I was doing something...cruel and evil. I blame this on being over worked."

[Hedeon]

Having his body for less than a week, it had not come close to maturing, thus he falls to one knee after chanting the spell, exhausting himself. As if out of nowhere, a sword appears in front of him.

He extends his leg as quickly as he can, pushing his body off to the side. The sword hits his shoulder, hard, and he slams himself into the adjacent wall, grunting a moan of pain. He closes his eyes, and slowly pulls the sword out of his shoulder, clanging against the ground.

Hedeon looks up and sees Peter rushing towards him. He glares.

"Don't think you've won." He says, just before gating towards the infirmary. He patches himself up, figuring that the battle wasn't worth it. It wasn't his fight, and he had other things to do.

[Zinn]

((I think IUPO is dead. I am going to try contacting a different group.))

Zinn write an e-mail to Hagana.

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Dear Hagana,
Although I do not consider myself a Jew, my parents were sympathetic to your organization. They were the pascifist Jewish rebels David and Rachel Zinner. It is my understanding that you have prosthetic technology that you have used to help people in the past. Even though I am an anarchist, and my friend who needs help is a trotskyist, will you help us?
Sincerely,
Ariel Zinner
P.S. Amcha
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Zinn uses her full name in the letter. She is aprehensive to ask for help from a Nationalist organization, but she remembers what Raz had said to her.
If you ever need help, we will help you. You may forget you are a Jew, but no one else will.

Zinn feels somewhat guilty using her ancestry, but it is not for herself, it is to help another.

She is careful to use the code word that Jews have used to identify each other for thousands of years.

Zinn swallows her pride, and presses the send button. Then, she goes to finish disinfecting Mischa and stitching up some of his wounds.

[Josef Stalin]

Stalin looks at Kith and does not know what to do. He puts a hand on his shoulder in an uncharacteristic attempt to comfort this demi-god. After all, having the god of destruction on your side is a very good thing.

Stalin looked to Lin-Sat, as if he was asking permission to give this man his position back.

[Peter "The Owl"]

Peter slides to a stop and looks around. All enemies had been dealt with. He waves his hand and Numistar vanishes. Turning, he races down the hallway. Stealth was gone, speed was the choice now. No more than a blur, Peter races through the building, heading downwards to the dungeons.

[Kith]

"Lin-Sat, I beg you, give me another chance. This time, I will not fail you."

[Zinn]

Zinn finishes stitching up Mischa, and then she covers him with a blanket. Then, she sits down in a chair next to the bed in case he wakes up. There is nothing like waking up in a room, alone, after being tortured. She looks around the room. There is a digital alarm clock, a picture of Mischa and Bassarov on the night stand, and a lamp in the corner, but otherwise the room is sparse. There is also a gun in another corner. Zinn guesses that Mischa either is, or was a soldier.

["Zero" Americanski]

Once again I walk back to Mischa's apartment. I want to check up on Bassarov to make sure he hasn't gone and done something stupid. But as soon as I open the door I smell blood, and I rush inside and see Zinn working on Mischa... "What the hell happened to him?" I all but gasp.

[Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa)]

((Sorry Zero, I missed your post. I'll modify))

I slowly begin to come to, in the cozy confines of my bed. My sheets never felt so good before. As I come to, I begin to wonder if this was all just a dream...

I feel... Something amiss... And realize that it wasn't just a dream, that someone had tended for me. I quickly sit up in my bed and immediately flush red with embarrasment, wrapping my body in the blanket and buring my head in my knees. My whole body begins to sob uncontrollably.

I feel a powerful sense of betrayal. How could he be so infatuated with someone as sick and twisted as that? I begin to chew on my blanket as though it were a nervous habit and notice that somebody else is in the room with me.

I jump, and push myself to the corner of the bed, pulling my blanket closer to my chest, then calm myself.

"Ah, h-hello... I'm s-sor-ry... Ah-I..." I clear my throat and sit up to compose myself. "Your name is Zinn, right..?" I see Zero enter the room just as I get done composing myself. "Yeah let's not talk about that right now... Thank you to whoever rescued me." I say, doing my best to remain collected. The more people in the room makes it easier for me to collect my emotions and bury what happened.

["Zero" Americanski]

(It's not a problem)

I look Mischa over quickly, it's obvious what's wrong. "That is just low... When you're better if you want I will help you to kill Kaieka, or at least to render her harmless." I state. I turn to Zinn. "What do you plan to do to fix him?"

[Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa)]

I pull the blanket a little further over my head.

"C-can we please not discuss this here please..? I think... I just need to be alone for a l-little bit... I'm sor-ry..."

((I've gotta get going, but I'll be on later tonight))

[Zinn]

Zinn decides to try out her new telepathic powers.

The Ministry of Terror happened to him. I assume it was someone named Kaeika, since that seems to be carved all over his body, Zinn sends to Zero.

Zinn smiles at Mischa.
"It's OK. Yes, my name is Zinn."

He's in mental shock. I'm no psychologist, but I think that we should save that discussion for later. The damage is a lot worse than it looks, and I'm afraid it would be unethical for me to tell you the full extent of it without Mikhael's permission.

["Zero" Americanski]

"Zinn, he's right. Let him rest. We should discuss this outside." I pull a half-empty pack of cigarettes out of my pocket and leave it on the bedside table for him along with a lighter and lead ZInn out into the main room of the apartment. "So what do you plan to do to him?"