Existence Is My Woven Tapestry

"Do you mind shedding some light as to what is going on?" Farah asked, her face bothered with what was transpiring. 'This wasn't part of the plan!' Her mind groaned as they kept on walking away from the cages.

The screams of those trapped mentally scarring however as much as she wanted to stop and help them, she knew that it would be better to withhold. "It would seem that an assassin has been sent to interfere with our meeting. My men will be able to buy us time to make our escape."

Malcolm mused as they drew nearer to the luxurious set of cars parked. The doors held ajar by Malcolm's goons who were heavily armed, waiting for them to make their egress.

Bang

The man who was holding their door open collapsed dead as a small crater manifested on his head. The three came to a halt, looking at the source to be met with a lady, dressed in ebony black with her face completely masked. Her crimson eyes shone through her kabuki mask as she sized at the three.

"We have to leave now!" Malcolm urged as he tried to hop on however his actions were brought to a grinding halt as a warm trickle ran down his chest. Subconsciously touching the source of the mild pain, a deep crimson color tainted his fingers. His face etched a look of shock and horror as he looked behind him.

White who had his silenced pistol pointed at Malcolm's head was ready to take the shot to claim his life however before he could, Farah intercepted him making the bullet stray and shoot his collar bone."What are you doing? We're not supposed to kill him!"

Her tone agitated as she furiously glanced at White. Malcolm who was on his knees watched the entire scene unfold with horror. It was clear that it was all set up. "Boys, make sure that no one gets out of here alive." And with his last croak, he fell into eternal slumber.

As for his men, they aimed their guns at the pair.

Bang

The jarring sound of a skull cracked could be heard. Taking another look at the assassin who drew closer, both parties had to shift their attention to her. Before the men could shoot at the pair, White's eyes flashed which redirected the aim of the men to their own.

Bang-Bang-Bang

The ear defeaning sounds of gunshots could be heard reverberate through the air before a deadly silence covered the den. Walls similar to the corpses on the ground riddled with holes leaving three people unharmed.

Farah made her distance from White who now had a calm air around him however it felt foreign to her. Her eyes darting between the two figures that locked onto her figure. The more she looked at the assassin, the more she realized what was truly unfolding.

'She's the Crimson Sythe, a dangerous assassin for the Dark Hold. Given how she's easily capable of disposing bodies and her deep shade of red eyes, she's a mutant with the ability to manipulate the flow of blood in a humans and some mutants. But her arrival here wouldn't be a coincidence, right?'

"Farah, it's a shame that we have to part in such states." White started off as he drew closer to the Crimson Sythe. "Wait, you're a mole for the Dark Hold White!" Gritting her teeth, she felt helpless in her situation.

Her abilities weren't that ideal given that her skills lay in intoxicating the minds of humans and mutants similar to White however unlike his which entailed illusions and hallucinogens. She would release pheromones that would cloud the judgement of others, making them succumb to her whims.

She had a chance facing White however with Crimson, she would be dead before making a move. "Hmm..." Crimson hummed, closing her eyes as she tried to make a recon of the place. 'I can't let her find him!'

Without warning, Farah brought out her own gun and aiming it at Crimson who was capable of easily stopping her dead in her tracks. She stood frozen like a statue as her own body failed to respond to her own mind.

It felt as if she was wearing an exoskeleton that locked of her motor functions in place. "I had sensed someone." With a flick of her wrists, a body that appeared out of thin air was sent flying towards Farah slowing it's fall. It was Gerald who clutched his head in agony before helping Farah to her feet.

"Damnit! I didn't expect a blood mutant here!" Spiteful at the chances that they experienced, Gerald commented as he braced for a fight. Farah on the other hand had other plans. "How many moles and how much do you know?" Her tone laced with concern.

White with a gleeful smirked gladly replied. "We know enough. The Golden Lantern was doomed to fail from the beginning. As of now, it's only a matter of time before the world falls into perpetual darkness." His cackle irritating.

"I'd like to dive into the details however I'm afraid that time isn't on our side as of currently. Crimson?" Gerald who was about to use his skill froze in his tracks. "Aarrgghh!!!" His screams filled with pure and unfiltered anguish. His chest rapidly heaved up and down before a faint splatter followed.

With a loud thud, his body fell unrestrained onto the cold hard floor. As for Farah, it would seem that she was about to encounter a similar death given that her body was frozen as well however White had other plans.

"Don't kill her, not so fast at least. Let her wallow in her own pain and anguish first before she meets her death. She'll be great for target practice." Aiming at her still figure, several shots could be heard from his pistol. "Fuck you both!! I hope the two of you rot in hell!"

Her tone rough and laced with malice. Her hazel eyes locked onto White's. "Don't worry, I'm sure we'll all have a tea party when we get there." His tone playful as he admired his aim. He had shot at her joints, shoulders and ribs which all tainted her beautiful long red dress.

Letting her go, she fell to the ground with a thud as the pain flowed all over her body. Trying to move any part of her body would result in mind breaking pain opting her to watch the onslaught that followed.

"Argh!!" The screams of those captured reigned through the air, wishing for someone to save them but alas no one came to their aid. As for Farah, she could watch as helplessness clawed her mind.

Crimson and White played games with them, as she would chose at random of who to kill by blowing their hearts out of their chests. As for those who chose to retaliate, White would alter their perception of them making them fight each other.

The shrilling screams as blood filled the den transpired. To Farah, it felt like purgatory. The reason as to why she had joined the Golden Lantern was to save lives and ward off the Dark Hold.

The image that took place now was anything but what she had striden for. The weak were being butchered left and right like cattle as the perpetraitors gleamed with cynical smiles etched on their faces along with their laughs.

By now, she had lost so much blood that she could her grip on consciousness wading.

"Don't worry, it's better that you're dead anyway." The last words that she heard before her vision went dark. "Another piece of scum taken care off. The Dark Hold will thank us for this." White mused with glee as he looked around.

His mission as a mole was to make sure that Malcolm was dead, Crimson was there to give him backup if needed. "It would seem so. However I do have one more person to execute." Without warning, White felt a sharp pain in his chest.

"What! What are you doing?" His tone perplexed. "Do you think that moles like you would get to live long. Now that your use has been expended, you are no longer of any worth to the Dark Hold." Her tone heavy as she clutched his heart.

"Damn yo- Arghh!" A fountain of blood endlessly shot out of his mouth ending his life. As for Crimson, she looked around trying to gauge for any survivors however none turned up.

Hopping in the car that was prepared in advance, she drove off leaving the den drenched in putrid odour of blood and carnage.

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"We lost two agents in the operation sir. Gerald had irregular blood flow through his bodies which raptured his heart, as for Farah, she passed away due to excessive blood loss. She was shot at her joints and bled out."

"As for the civilians, they were mostly killed off in the same manner as Gerald with some exceptions of friendly fire. There were no survivors." The sound of a lady spoke grimly as her eyes landed on the figure that was seated in his chair.

She had captivating obsidian black eyes that went well with her jet black hair that drooped behind her back. Dressed in a white shirt and a short pencil skirt, an air of professionalism stagnated around her as she clutched her tablet, relaying the information on it.

As for the one in the chair, his eyes red with fury as he heard the report. His golden hair was slicked back as he was in professional attire, a proper black and white suit that made him all the more charming.