Tell Me What The Rain Knows [p]

Ace watched with boredom as the body below him twitched pathetically before finally giving out, stilling on the floor. The beautiful red paint below them was smeared out into ugly marks, sticking their hair to their forehead. It looked horrible, and Ace was less than pleased. Sadly this wasn't an art show, however, it was a rescue.
His face scrunched up at that, and he had to shake his head. He wasn't a hero, and yet he was going to play that part anyways. Disturbing.
With a soft sigh, Ace turned and headed off to find Dmitri. The puppet man was just finishing off his guards when Ace rounded the corner, idly investigating the bodies around them as if one may satisfy his twisted sense of artwork. He was disappointed to see a lack of color and more odd angles.
Sniffing in distaste, he turned to his longtime traveling companion as he led the way to the cell they'd been trying to get to for hours. The one that held Stiles McCallum captive, strung up and tortured into an inch of his life. He wasn't the only demigod there, no there others but Stiles was the one the scientists decided to test mental stability on when in extreme bodily pain.
Ace stepped in casually, frowning in disgust at the scientist's work. They had been so... messy. It was atrocious and quite frankly offensive to look at for too long. Instead the acrobat quietly helped Dmitri lower Stiles down from his chains.

The demigod now rescued the two headed back up for the surface where Amelia and Remus were herding the other captured demigods into a clearing. Some were badly beaten, others were far from mentally stable. The two girls handled it flawlessly though, or as flawlessly as one could handle such a situation. Remus glanced up as Ace and Dmitri returned with Stiles, nodding her silent approvement to her henchmen.
Amelia was quietly assuring the others they were going to be fine now, really. She noticed one flinch as Ace appeared looking much too pleased with the entire situation but she could understand. Ace terrified her, personally, and she wasn't sure how Remus had convinced him to pledge his loyalty to them. She also wasn't sure she wanted to know how her friend pulled it off.

Ever since Remus discovered the work of some immortal named Alistair she'd begun building an army of her own in hopes of catching attention and approval. Amelia didn't quite agree with her friend's methods nor her weird... Crush/obsession with some creepy, murderous, immortal dude. Sadly Amelia was just too sweet to branch off from her friend's questionable lifestyle and instead stood beside her in silent support as she'd done their entire lives. And it wasn't like she didn't benefit from all of this, because oh boy did she. She'd gotten practically everything she'd ever wished for and then some, so she never complained too much for too long.

Dylan hissed softly as he finally, finally, sat down for a break. He'd been working for ages with very little sleep and no where to sit down. The scientists would allow short reprieves before he was to go back to working on solutions and architectural ideas. Even his brain hurt at this point, and he decided he was totally swearing off any kind of thinking for the next year.

Next to him his boyfriend Conrad hit the ground with a soft thud, head landing in Dylan's lap. Their girlfriend Adelle tucked herself quietly under Dylan's arms, breaking down into soft sobs as she did.

"Well boss lady, we got them out and grouped up. Now what?" Ace asked, looking at the demigods with an unimpressed glint in his eyes.

"We wait for our pickup to arrive and get them all home." Remus sighed, looking over to Ace.

"Then we make sure that everyone involved with this facility has been turned into a piece of art." She stated firmly, unable to help the smile that graced her lips at the joy that lit up Ace's face.

As twisted as her favorite henchman's hobbies were, he still managed to act like the innocent child he'd been when they first met all those years ago. He'd changed now, with mood swings that caught even Dmitri off guard and impulses that had left him unable to gain anymore friends than those explicitly warned of his behavior with sharp objects. Yet beneath it all he still loved his friends and hated to see wrong in the world, even if he was part of that wrong.

Admetus had of course come along because Caleb was in danger and that wasn't going to sit well with the demon on any day. The demon sniffed as the sudden stench of death hit him hard, and a flutter of panic made him speed ahead of the others.

Remus jumped when Admetus appeared at a full sprint, skidding to a stop before plucking Caleb gently out of the group and tugging him into a tight but gentle hug.

Ace watched the approaching group with a feral glint in his eyes, even as a bored expression stamped itself onto his face.
At his feet Dmitri was picking quietly at the grass and leaning on Ace's legs, using his companion as a wall.
Amelia was suddenly nervous, but she could feel the disappointment radiating from her friend. No Alistair, no Jasons. No one her friend had been hoping to see.

Admetus cradled him close, letting out a long breath. The demon usually didn't seem to care all that much about Caleb or Anthony, but in moments where things went wrong in every way he always tried to be there.

"Er... Hello sir. Um. My name is Amelia and my friend- boss? Boss... Friend...? Over there is Remus." Amelia introduced herself to David seeing as the others all seemed to be occupied.

The demon kept the boy close, resting his chin on Caleb's head.

Remus had to bite her tongue to keep from showing any excitement, moving over with a polite smile.
"Any reason he's sending me a letter?" She asked curiously.

Admetus kept him close, looking over to the others in the group.

Remus nodded, taking the letter carefully and stepping back a bit to read it.

Stiles was awkwardly slumped on the ground, half folded over himself where Ace and Dmitri had set him.

Remus smiled lightly, nodding her head a bit.
"Address definitely needing." Because I totally don't know where he lives, nope that would be creepy. Oh gods I'm such a freak what if he hates me? Maybe I shouldn't go... Remus frowned as she thought, grip on the letter tightening slightly. What if he did think she was a freak?

Stiles wasn't moving much other than small shifts as he breathed. Two circular cuts were on each of his temples and his wrists were bloody from the cuffs he'd been in. What was visible through the tattered gown he'd been put into was disturbing to say the least. More incisions and bones protruding out in signs of starvation.

Remus smiled feebly and thanked him as she took it, drawing in a breath. If Alistair thought her a freak then maybe she shouldn't care so much about his opinions.

Remus turned back to the large group of demigods behind her and sighed. They needed to get them home somehow.

Stiles made a soft whining noise, shifting to slowly lay himself out on his back. He squinted against the sudden attack of light in his eyes, brighter than anything he'd been through for days. He groaned, smacking a floppy arm over his face to hide away from the sun.

Remus frowned at the sound of cars fast approaching, reaching for her handgun. She relaxed at the familiar appearances however, smiling lightly as her men set to work helping the demigods into the vans where she knew they'd all be taken care of until they could get proper help.
Her following wasn't huge, but she was rather proud of what she'd built. Men, women, and others who all trusted her and believed in what she did. It was a comforting presence that she never took for granted. She was fortunate to have so many, and she knew that.

Admetus stuck close to Caleb as the men and women appeared, kindly greeting a woman as she helped him get Caleb into the back of one of the cars. She was quiet as she checked over Caleb, though she did thank Admetus when he complimented the fabric used for her hijab.

Dylan, Conrad, and Adelle all stuck together like scared sheep as a pair of twins escorted them to a van. Dylan really wanted his brother but he knew his closest friends and family were all fairly busy with more important things, so he just hoped they'd visit him in the hospital he was undoubtedly going to end up in.