Zodiac Killz

Chapter 1 - Escapee's

Alarms set off, the white walls bright alert with the crimson color of the ceilings flashing lights. The normally peaceful surroundings were broken, and the feet of guards scrambled around the halls of the Heron Home, one of the best security asylums there was in their days. A single guard burst through a double door, leaning against the frame and trying to catch his breath, sweat and blood beading down his face and onto his normally white suit. "M-miss Rose! Block twelve has lost power!"

In the seat of the room, in the middle of a crescent shaped console sat a redhead woman, her frosted blue eyes focused on her fork, which stabbed into vegetation of her salad bowl. Her legs were propped up, being revealed by her thigh reaching belted shorts, and her shoulders well tanned with only the straps of her spaghetti tank covering her. "I am not clueless." She held the fork to her lips, and used her teeth to take the food from it, and chew it, before swallowing and turning to face him, her legs now crossed. "Do I look dumb to you?"

She stood as he swallowed his breath, throwing her hair into a messy bun, and pulling on a pair of thick boots, along with a heavy black trench coat, several metals littering the front right half of it, and a badge on the right shoulder, with the image of a feather. "I asked you a question." She turned her cold eyes towards him, and he gave his head a few shakes. "N-no, ma'am. You do not." With a faint smile, she approached him, and pat his cheek twice. "Good." Though almost instantly, her voice lost it's soothing tone. "Now beat it before I blow the top of your skull off!"

He rushed out of the room, then down the hall, and with a sigh, she fastened a belt around her waist, a gun holstered on it's side. "First time they'd succeed in escaping if I don't get there in time," She muttered under her breath. "Wonder how they scrambled the gear this time." After adjusting herself, she grabbed a pair of sunglasses and pulled them on to help avoid the flashing red lights. Rose walked out of the room, closing the door behind her and locking it with on of the keys of her sphere key holder, before she started a fast walked pace down the hall, and towards the twelfth block.

Muttering to herself, she found herself walking around the corner, and face to face with four members of her retrieval squad. Rose looked up at the three, who stood halted in her presence. "Report please." The lead female of the three spoke up. "We managed to secure only one of the ZOD's. The rest of them fought their way out and left us with casualties." The redhead crossed her arms over her breasts. "You mean to tell me that out of the twelve that were locked away, you only kept one of them?" The woman nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

Rose narrowed her eyes, clicking her tongue several times in annoyance. "Which one?" The blonde replied with a simple answer. "Pisces." With a rod, the redhead continued past them. "Get the retrieval squad and meet in the table chamber. I'll assign everyone their jobs when I get there." The three of them dipped their heads, then continued down the hall where they'd been heading, while she turned down a hallway and to a heavily locked door. She held up a card, that had her ID'd bar code on it, and scanned it. The door made heavy hissing sounds, before loud clunks, and unlocked itself to let her pass.

Without waiting, she pushed it open and closed it behind her, then began down the hallways, the aura floating around her being calm, but stern in the hall of dread silence. Breaking the silence, was hushed talking, and stern commands. The end of the hall, there was a young boy, about twelve years old, pinned to the ground by the feet of one of the guards who stood there, armored and having a bite mark on their hand that trickled crimson blood. She stopped feet from them. "Let him up." The guards looked up at her, speaking. "But he's-"

Rose lifted her cold eyes to him. "I know. Let him up." The guard was hesitant, but stepped away from the boy, who didn't even bother to stand up. "Get up." She ordered. The boy gave a very quite, unsettling giggle, before his speaking tone became emotionless. "Get up you say? No.. You can't tell me what to do.." He gave another little snicker, rolling onto his back to look up at her, his black hair messed up over his face, and his blind looking pale eyes staring up at her. His body was sealed shut with a straitjacket,, and there was no way air could get to him. "You shake just by looking at me.." Tilting his head, he continued with almost a dreamy tone, staring up at her. "Your hair.. so red.." With a purring sound deep in the back of his throat, he closed his eyes. "Not as red as your blood will be.. on the floor.. on your face.. from a nice cut on your neck.."