A tall, model-thin young man enters the mansion, looking about with sightless eyes. Old habits die hard, after all. Rather than truly looking, the boy is listening. Footsteps, creaks in the floor, echos in the room, anything to help orient him in this new place. Or at least, he assumed it was new. It felt and sounded like nothing he'd ever known ( Read more... )

Fang was not happy. While he hardly ever appeared happy to begin with, this was another unhappy entirely. He was protective of his flock. Max may have been the leader, but Fang was generally bigger and undoubtedly stronger. If Max was in trouble, who was there to bail her out ( Read more... )

There is the sound of shattering glass which is momentarily joined with a combination of hideous smells. Vomit, body odor, human waste, rotting eggs and garbage. After all, the one who set this bomb off has found that a mixture of odors is more effective, the smell stronger and longer lasting. And so the smell snakes about the Mansion ( Read more... )