Amethyst Genesis: Bleeding Ruby

Rifle Mask

Aria walks down the cedar steps of a town square under a blue moon night, the nearby stone fountains had water glistened under the moonlight, the world fell silent as Aria felt the rustling of air molecules. A simple distortion gave away any presence of any entity, the strands of her brown hair detected it and in a single flash of a frame, she aims right on spot with her weapon, the name of it was brandished under the moonlight, "Yignthlal", and to her relief it was Jeta whom she aimed her weapon at.

"I couldn't find Elford." Jeta sighs scratching his head, looking at the fountain enamored by its beauty, running his fingers on its rim. "Remember when we first met?" He says smiling looking at Aria. Which visibly irritates her.

"We never met, we were together since conception, you and I were both built in a lab in France, there was no meeting by some miraculous event." Aria grumbles noticing him circling the pond's surface with his fingertips, cause oblong ripples, not of normal force and touch. Her eyes widen as in a single second she moves so fast her weapon is aimed straightforward at Jeta's face. "Not so fast Elford."

"Well, well, well. You got me!" Jeta chuckles his grin wider than dinnerplates under a shelf. "What gave it away?" He says, his disguise fading away showing a man with green glowing eyes and white silky hair, he was dressed in a tan dress coat, with its sleeves sleek and refined with a yellow quartet hat to top it off. 

"He rarely gets nostalgic; he never sits and just gives up, when he sets a goal, he's a firm force and those ripples you make, are irregular, like you were wearing skin." Aria says motioning to his hands with the barrel of her gun. Her eyes electrified, filled with ideas of how to mutilate the man before her. 

"Still quite the feisty individual?" Elford chuckles, holding his hand out to her face, birthing a handgun that was carved from bone and metal, from his palms. "Got us in a Mexican Standoff?" Elford chuckles grinning into her eyes with a sadistic smile, less unhinged than Lyra but more cunning, like of a fox. 

"Sure." Aria says catching Elford off guard with a swift pull of the trigger blasting and burning a hole into his face and flesh. "I win." She snickers at the burnt corpse before her.

Meanwhile at the house, Hal and Kara are sitting in the hallway upstairs outside of Chrysta's bedroom, on a bench, while Fey was inside tending to his sister's wounds. "Alright. You can come in now." Fey says as he puts a shirt on Chrysta. 

"Where is Ma?" Chrysta weakly whispers to the 3.

"She's gone out to kill Elford." Hal says looking at the bloodstains from her back, "I'm quite confused of the attack; why didn't he kill you?" Hal asks before regrettably realizing his rudeness. Fey looked at Hal with amusement and snickered. Chrysta looked at the two with a relative sense of disdain.

"Because she really can't do anything." Fey chuckles before being met by a firm punch in the ribs by Chrysta. "Sorry." He says walking behind Chrysta.

"Shut it." Chrysta growls, "When I was first moving here to track, subdue and maybe destroy him. I learnt a few things about him." She says pausing looking out the window.  Her eyes widen as she slowly points out to it, "Who is that?" 

Kara being closest to the window turns to look first. To her horror, what instead of whom was standing by the window was a tall reptilian form, bipedal and covered in ink black scales, its soulless white eyes twitched and hissed at her. Kara knew that she could tear it limb from limb, but she didn't want to even be near it. The horror tilted its head and sniffed the air, Hal slowly walked to the window, summoning a blade from the palm of his hand, coating himself in the red mist. He notices on its neck. The ghostly white Number 349 was embellished onto its skin. "It's a fragment." Hal says pointing at its neck.