Games of Death Lv 2-Maze of Doom(Foster Plot)

[Michael Faith]

Foster chuckled as he paced back and forth waiting for his Players to show up. Little did they know level one was the only easy one. From this point on the levels would just get harder. Require more thought, and more strength. "Now come my playere. Come to your death!" he shouted.

[locke]

"Come to our deaths, eh?" questioned Locke. She might've been the only one with sharp enough ears to pick up the far-off voice of that little twit, Foster, but the albino had a strong enough voice of her own to make it carry. Surely, he'd hear her response, and if not... Well, he'd see her boot up close in a matter of seconds. Even while carrying the over-perserverent and foolhardy Michael, the Briton was still moving at speeds that were at the top tier of human physical prowess. Tekka was likely still keeping up, but at this point, it didn't matter. She'd catch up if she fell behind, Locke was confident of that. All that mattered now was that she get that little twerp for dragging her into this whole mess.

[Tekka King]

Tekka hummed slightly as she hurtled along with Locke. She too, due to both well-concealed nervousness and years of thievery-honed sharp ears had picked up on Foster's words. However, she said nothing. After all, it was always better to be underestimated. She continued humming Mein Gott, a song from so very very long ago that she had picked up on the internet and was now stuck in her head. Still, as a motivational song it certainly helped.

"The awesome me's/ most supreme/ THE BEST/ the one who defeats the rest/ is me now on your knees..." She sang softly, careful that her voice wouldn't be heard. Her voice wasn't particularly good, especially not for a song geared towards a manly singer. It wouldn't be too long until they got to the... wherever Foster was, and she certainly hoped her gut was in the right place.

[Michael Faith]

Michael groaned, "Be careful we don't know whats in store for us in level 2." Michael said.

Foster waited until they could came into view. Level two was sure gonna be really thriller.

[locke]

Locke looked back at Tekka, thankful that she wouldn't have to forge on without the spunky little thief. Hauling Michael around would be tough to deal with as it was, and if Tekka wasn't there, it'd be that much more annoying. They were nearing where Foster was now, a fact made evident by the fact that the albino could see him, his eyes practically glowing in the night.

"Bloody creeper, he is..." muttered Locke to herself as she put on an extra dose of speed.

[Tekka King]

Tekka simply plowed forward, skidding to a halt as they entered the clearing where the young Kuma lay in wait. She was scared, if she was being honest, but part of her brain simply went along the lines of that he was, what? Thirteen? They could take him! She knew not to underestimate anything though, this WAS the kid that tried bombing the Allure.

[Michael Faith]

Foster grinned as he saw them, "Yes just a bit closer, come closer into my game." he thought. A grin formed on his face as he pulled the sword from his back. "Hello players and welcome to level two." he said.

[locke]

"Welcome this!" yelled Locke, putting on a burst of speed and leaping into the air. Yeah, Michael was a burden, but he wasn't Aiden-size. The albino could still glide just fine, and she began to circle Foster in her slow descent. He couldn't parry with his sword if he was being attacked from behind, so if Tekka could pick up on the hint, then all Locke would have to do was distract him, and the 'game' was over.

[Tekka King]

Tekka wasn't sure how effective Locke's tactic, whatever it may have been, was going to be. The kid was ready to kill and had both a sword and a gun. How did Locke expect to dodge a bullet? Still, the young Tora got an idea of what the albino's plan might be and skirted around, sticking to the shadows and skulking about in order to get on Foster's other side. She kept a careful eye out for any tricks or traps that might have been placed, but she was human and it was nighttime, so she was almost certain she'd set one off.

[Foster Faith]

Michael groaned as he was carried, "You can let me down you know." he said.

Foster could tell what they were planning it seemed really simple to see it coming. Tekka would gather his attention as the stronger girl got him from behind. The psyco teen chuckled, "You really think I wouldn't have planned on something like this?" he asked with a grin. "I'd be careful where you stepped, you might not like the outcome." he warned. "Now if you'll kindly listen up I'll explain Level 2." he said.

[locke]

"Not a chance," said Locke, in response both to Foster's and Michael's requests. She began spinning rapidly, allowing the tails of her coat to flatten and quickening the descent. The albino extended a leg, prepared to basically drill right the kid. If Foster was watching her, than Tekka would have the perfect opportunity to clock him with whatever she could find. You couldn't dodge two attacks unless you could see both coming.

[Tekka King]

Tekka was a bit unprepared for Locke's rapid decent, and wound up scrambling for a weapon. She was behind Foster but still in the fringe of trees, hopefully she couldn't be seen. Her hands landed upon a few rocks, roughly the size of her fist, and she threw three of them at varying trajectories towards the boy. They were spread out, so hopefully he wouldn't be able to dodge. Still, the little thief had forfeited her position amongst the trees and got moving again in order to keep from getting shot. She circled around selecting another attacking position and keeping an ear out for if the boy managed to dodge and speak again.

[Foster Faith]

Foster laughed as he watched them, not bothering to move at all. First came the kick which the pain made him laugh more then came the rocks. Foster was hit in the back of the head again he laughed hardered. He picked himself up from the ground eyes wide as he stopped laughing and brushed himself off. "I really enjoy how you love breaking the rules." he said.

Michael groaned as he got himself free from Locke's hold. He rolled off her back and on to the ground. He hissed in pain as he grabbed a hold of a nearby tree and lefted himself up. There it was again the impulse he couldn't control no matter what he did. It was that, that made Michael ran forward much slower then normal towards Foster. He didn't make it very far as he fell down face hitting the dirt. A sharp pain going up his leg, as tears filled his eyes. Bullshit, he looked down towards his leg and saw that it was stuck in a bear trap. He didn't bother to say anything after all it was his own stupidity, that screwed him over.

Foster grinned, "I told you to watch your step." he mused. He pulled the gun from his side and pointed it at the down Michael's head. "Now stop moving and listen to me explain level two." he ordered.

Michael looked over at Locke, "Get him, come and kick his ass!" he groaned.

[locke]

Locke was about to heed Michael's instruction and charge in to give that brat Foster what for when one thought stopped her. It rang through her head as clearly as if she might have spoken it aloud, although the albino was quite sure her mouth was shut.

What would Lynn think?

That was all that kept the tall Tora from dashing forward. If Michael was killed, Lynn would be devastated. Locke still hadn't gotten to see how the blunette ticked, and that was enough to worry her. What if Lynn became suicidal after Michael's death?

"Fine, go ahead and explain your bloody game," sighed Locke heavily. "Masochistic little wanker..."

[Tekka King]

Tekka froze in her spot as she saw Mike get caught in the bear trap. If there were traps everywhere then she figured it was best not to move. The little thief glared over to Foster, waiting for the Kuma to continue.