This Isn't the Bank.

((Topic Summary: Incignus goes tunneling for cash and he doesn't end up where he planned - Blood Wraith's apartment.))


It was very dark this far under the surface of Chicago's busy streets. Very little light reached these dank, quiet tunnels and the smell of forgotten flesh and spilled bodily fluids permeated the air. So far, he'd counted six dead bodies, eight slinking criminals, two small wild children, nine giant rats, and at least thirty four homeless people down here in the space of two hours since he'd surfaced from a self-made pathway leading up from his underground home. And in those two hours, he'd heard the dull roar of the city life above, mixed with the coughs, wheezes, and general mutterings of the inhabitants of this poorly lit environment.

It honestly made Incignus feel sick; or something close to what the humans called 'nauseated.' Mostly, it was the smell, but the humans, particularly the dead ones, didn't help much either. All those body fluids and decay... And the sight of cold wet flesh in equally cold wet baggy clothes that offered little warmth to their grimy bodies. Yeck.

Any sympathy he may have felt for the creatures either dried up or was severely and harshly suppressed by the time he got to his second corpse, which he was absolutely certain had been staring at him as he walked by. He was so sure that it was a zombie just waiting for the right moment to spring to half-life, he'd run down the tunnels a good half mile before he'd been convinced it wasn't following him and that the gentle pattering of dripping water was not the sound of bacteria-eaten feet in the shadows.

Now, he approached what he was sure was his destination and the only thing he had to worry about was the creepy old man in the distance, huddled in his trenchcoat at the far end of the current corridor.

Incignus watched the man for a few careful minutes before determining that the man was not, in fact, another zombie. Satisfied but not quite calmed from his paranoid nerves, he determined he should stop watching those damn horror movies and started his way upward.

The tall orange-clad humanoid touched his black gloved hand to the segmented rock wall in front of him. With a mental command that was more of a formless, wordless wish than a comprehensive thought, the rocks of the wall glowed a dull red, changing shape in a matter of seconds. Heat traveled upwards, encompassing a generous portion of the ceiling immediately above him and pulling the solid object apart like burning paper. Beyond that ceiling was another, and beyond that one more, and each leading to a new floor and then to his destination.

Now the old man was awake, the heat from the other end of the hall sensed even from where he sat. With his old eyes, he turned to watch as a man in a peculiar suit rose through the ceiling of the tunnel on a stool of what looked like magma. somehow feeling the tired, old, and very creepy eyes on his person, the superpowered figure rose upwards and disappeared from the human's view.

A few floors up, Incignus reached the last obstacle and melted that away, too. Knowing he had to get in and get out quick, he hurriedly poked his head through and took stock of the room he expected to be the First Union Bank's vault on the intersection he'd pinpointed with GoogleMaps.

That wasn't what he found, and he did a double take - was this...an apartment!?

Just as Derek had been roaming the hallways in search of his lucky penny he swore up and down he had before he left the house. A large explosion of noise just on the other side of his door interupted the small enjoyment of his day. It had seemed like he had been crawling around those halls for hours at a time and now it would seem there is a thief in his appartment. Could this thief be after his amazing lucky penny this thought deffinatly raced through Blood Wraiths head as he burst through the door to find his new Ps3, Tivo, and flat screet tv melted into one giant plastic blob.

"NO!!...how could you do this to me it took atlest twelve good jobs to get that shit...I knew i should of went for the one year insurance although would this kind of things be covered, you know wierd space alien man thingy comming through my floor ,and while trying to steal my lucky penny melting my damn entertainment center. what a prick!!!

Derek drops to his knee's as he takes a deep breath and crawls to the spot in which his tv once lye. He begins to kiss the floor the scourching plastic begins to eat into his lips burning the flesh away. Tears begin to roll down his cheek as he looks into the eyes of the master chief or atleast this is who Blood Wraith had decided he was.

"I thought you were one of the good guys I mean I've played everyone of your games and youve never killed an inocent...until now.
The self acclaimed demon of the dark fell face first into the ground and began to kick and scream like a little kid who had just had his very own two liter of pepsi taken away from him.

Incignus's first reaction was to mentally kick himself in the face and the ass for screwing this up. The bank had a certain window of time during which he'd calculated that the vault would be most vulnerable to a quiet raid, but here he was inside a young man's apartment in downtown Chicago...or somewhere.

His next reaction was to stare in surprise as a young man came flying through a nearby door and started wailing loudly, eventually going so far as to actually kiss the still superheated blob that used to be his television. To be honest, Incignus has no idea what the guy was yelling about. He could have sworn he as going to be attacked for invading his apartment, but instead a Tivo set was being mourned. He was sure the police were going to be called, but instead he was being mistaken for the Master Chief.

With the dull senses of one who'd had a nasty nervous shock, the alien realized the human must be insane (kissing one's dead PS3 was going a little far and were adult humans truly capable of having thrashing fits?), the boy just melted his lips off which was kind of hilarious, and he'd just murdered a beautiful entertainment center that didn't deserve to die.

Oh, and he was probably totally and utterly lost in Chicago, Illinois.

He cleared his 'throat,' feeling awkward and still recovering from the fact that the kid could reach decibels he never thought a male larynx could.

"Ah...Sorry about your console...and television," he apologized, uncertain how to speak to someone who was more concerned about insurance than an 'space alien man' standing half inside his floor. "I kinda thought this was the bank....Could you tell me where I am, and I'll get out of your hair?"

Derek raised up to his knee's then sat on his feet as he wiped the tears from his eyes, he then pulled himself back up to his feet using the near by wall. Blood Wraith then proceeds towards the alien head sticking out of his floor as he approachs he squats down examining the man."Arent you alien types suppose to be short? Derek the walks over to his couch and plops down pretending to watch tv he props his feet up on the half burnt coffee table then cups his head in his hands and leans as far back as possible.

"You know its not polite to stare and as for the bank.....you were two buildings off. He proceeds to pick up the remote and flip through the imaginary channels and stops on what would appear to be a cartoon or something with comic references. Wraith bursts out laughing untill he can no longer breathe, his cheeks turn dark purple from the lack of air. Once he begins to breath normally again he leans to the side exposing his butt. A large bowel movement that shook the walls was released into the air, a rather particular stench filled the room.

Incignus now felt he'd had enough. Really, he thought all humans were a little odd in the head, but this guy was certainly at the extreme end of the spectrum here. And why id the kid have a television if he didn't need one to watch TV?

Not willing to face the zombies again, Incignus climbed up into the apartment and stood to his full height. Turning, he realized he had done some serious damage here and shook his head in shame at the destruction he caused to one of mankind's greatest achievements. But he couldn't stick around and he couldn't get to the ban either. His window of opportunity had closed and he had no will to go storming in there for some cash. Really, he wasn't that desperate yet.

Finding the exit wasn't difficult and soon he was outside, facing a part of Chicago he wasn't familiar with. Pulling out a heavily marked up map of the area, Incignus worked to find where he was. Just as the kid had said, he was just a couple buildings from the bank he'd been heading for - he could see it from where he was standing. Now to just get back down underground and head home. He'd try again, same time, tomorrow.