Test Number Three (Closed to Ember_Fangs)

Azazel's eyes could see Gracie's hand fish into her pocket and rest on another object that was already inside it. Calling for back up? He silently questioned as he continued to hold the loaded pistol to the back of his employer's head. All part of the plan.

John, though patient, was tired of waiting. This game had gone on quite some time already and this deception was making it longer still, he would have to speed things up a little. There were more pieces that needed to be assigned to his opponents. He was thinking about going to New York for the next target. The next target had not been acquired just yet, but John had one in mind already. It's time this game should end, another so called "hero" needs their chance to prove their worth to me. He thought to himself as Azazel beckoned to the hired mercenaries by the car to drag out Gracie's friends.

"Why, they're right over there." Azazel told her, beckoning to where they were now kneeling on the grass field. The mercenaries had their weapons against their necks in case any of them tried anything.

John, wanting to move on to the next hero, got up and shapeshifted back too his usual handsome form. "Enough of this already, Gracie. You've taken far too long to complete my tasks, I need to move on to the next target." He told her as mercenaries and Azazel rushed forward to grab her. John walked back to the car, in case the girl tried anything. If the mercenaries were able to capture her, she would be shoved into the back of the refrigerated van, alongside her friends. John had plans for what he was going to do to each of them.

John was ready to leave and finish up this chapter in his plan, he hadn't expected the girl to successfully retaliate. He expected that she would try to retaliate, but did not predict that she would be successful. The arcs of pure energy were impressive, much more impressive than any of his previous test subjects. Though, John cared not for how impressive Gracie's powers were. All he cared about was having her captured so he could begin the next part of his plan.

There was a warehouse in Chicago that he liked to use, it would be perfect for it. The high quality video camera was already set up. Television was such an easy thing to hack. John could only hope though, that his intended target for the message was watching TV at the time. The Black Knight would come after Gracie, that was for sure. He wouldn't put her life as well as the lives of her friends in danger. Yes, her friends weren't finished with their part yet. They still had a minor part to play in the game.

Though, that part of the plan may need to be scrapped. This was due, of course, to Gracie setting her friends free. Gracie's attack, that shot out in a large circle, shook the car and John. It only damaged him a small bit, due to the distance away from the battle he was but it still hurt. Pain coursed through his body after the attack. I'll just make her pay once I have her. He thought to himself. He would do it, assuming of course that he got her as planned.

Mercenaries had been killed by the attack. Not all of them, only a handful couldn't take the raw power that Gracie had pumped out. The ones that still survived were in searing pain, though they knew that they would experience a worse fate if they did not continue to try and capture Gracie. A few more unloaded from the van, carrying tranquilizers and tasers.

The energy emitted by Gracie had sent the hired soldiers flying backwards. Some hit the truck, most hit the ground and one hit the windshield of the car John was hiding in. Cuts and scrapes formed from the attack, a few had died from it. Their bodies littered the ground of the field. A handful of them got up as the prisoners and Gracie escaped, the others were dead or unconscious at this point.

Mercenaries flooded after the escaping prisoners. Guns loaded with tranquilizers and regular bullets were being fired after them as the hired men chased after the escapees. They continued to chase the group, even after they got in the blue van. Though, they stood no chance due to the difference in speed between their speed and the speed of the van.

John watched the situation from the car, wincing when the man was thrown into the windshield of the car. But not for the man, the windshield had cracked. That was going to cost some money. The man was dead on the windshield, blood dripping from his head and onto the seats. The red puddle forming on the seat was going to need to be washed out as it was absolutely repulsing. On second thought, it might be better to just buy a new car. That way there was no trace of the man's blood in it. John contemplated this idea as the hired soldiers hunted down Gracie and the escaped prisoners.