Dem: She'd walk out of her room holding her gun."Freedom like this doesn't come too often. And I need more energy..."
~Police cars would be seen down the street with electrified barricades with hologram text reading "Do Not Pass Beyond This Point" set up, blocking the district's exit from the outside world. A crowd would gather in the area while others are looking through the half-empty store windows by MB 11.~
Dem: She'd look out the window. "Perfect~." She'd teleport outside and press a hidden button. "Time to unleash hell." Multiple guns would start firing from all directions; that way, it would be impossible to locate where the shots were coming from. Furthermore, each bullet was laced with lethal doses of poison, so even if you remained relatively unscathed, chances are you wouldn't be walking out of here alive. She'd lift up her necklace and absorb the souls of the unfortunate. The people would begin to scream and scramble as some bodies hit the floor."It's nothing personal. It's a kill-or-be-killed world out there."
~The officers would duck down and activate their invisible-forcefield shield.~
Dem: She'd sigh. "Just another day."
~The officers would look around.~
Dem: She'd teleport back into the house.
~Two would pick up his radio, but his colleague would stop him.~
NCPD1: "Don't. We can't help them."
NCPD2: "Fuck..Dammit!" He chucks his radio at the floor.
NCPD1: "Get in the car, Jimbo." He'd open the passenger side door and helps him in as people on the floor hurl and plead for help.
~The squad car would make a U-turn and head down the long empty roadway back to the city. Screams would still be heard after a few minutes.~
NCPD1: "Just be glad you survived 3 hours there..." He'd look ahead and grip the steering wheel. "I hear people that live there aren't expected to last a month..poor bastards. We'll get you something, alright, Jim?"
Jimbo: "Yeah..."
Dem: "Time to have some fun." She'd teleport onto the squad car and hop down.
Jimbo: He'd look up. "Did something hit the roof?"
NCPD1: "Relax, probably something else."
Dem: She'd grin and put her arms behind her back. "You may want to stop the car."
Jimbo: "Just in case." He'd turn on his invisible protective shield.
~The patrol car comes to a stop in front of Dem. NCPD1 would honk his horn and lower his window.~
NCPD1: "What are you doing??"
Dem: "Aww, you're no fun."
NCPD1: "Jimbo, take off the shield. We're outside that zone." He'd step out and point at Dem. "Move along; this wussy needs to get his shit together." He'd point at Jimbo.
Dem: "Awww, did that little fiasco mess you up, officer?~"
NCPD1: "Don't talk to him." He'd answer his radio.
Dem: "I thought you guys were better equipped for that kind of thing."
NCPD1: "We are. We just aren't allowed to engage in activity down there. That's why we bailed. Will you get on the sidewalk? Jimbo's gotta get checked out; probably wet his pants as well.." He'd grumble.
Dem: "It's not that you bailed. It's that your buddy over there doesn't seem like he can emotionally handle that stuff. Or, uh, in fact, physically. So how the hell did he manage to get hired anyways?"
