"There are many things worse then death, amigo." Lyle said as blood dripped from his blade onto the Columbian drug dealer. "Fore years ago. A made man, and his family. Who - ordered - the - hit?"<em>Let it in!</em><br/><br/>"I wasn't here then!" "The dealer pleaded to Christ that he be saved from this death. He did not want to die here. He did not want to die the way his bodyguards did. "Please!"<br/><br/><em>Worm blood. Cold Blade. Let it in.</em>"Who gives you your orders? Who signs your checks?" Lyle asked. "Who knows?"<br/><br/>"I can't! They'll kill me! Oh god!" Blood began to pore from his eyes and skin. He looked up at Lyle begging for forgiveness.<br/><br/><em>Inside the flesh.</em>"I'll kill you, and then I'll use you, and then I'll send you to Hell." He clenches his fist around the wooden grip of his strait razer. "I can do it. You see what I am, Even if you don't understand."<br/><br/>The dealer's head shakes. He can't say it wont say it.<em>Let it in.</em>Red blood across the wall. Silence. "See what you made me do?" Lyle waved the blood off his blade in a fanning motion. He knew not to close it just yet. The mysterious witness may need it's attention.<br/><br/>"I can see why I was sent to see you." Said a tall man as he stepped from the shadows. He mouth seemed stuck in the same smiling shape, as if it was drawn on that way. His outfit said "business man" while his voice said "salesman." The kind of man Kyle learned early to distrust. "You have some fine gifts, Mr. Gagliardi. Very potent."<br/><br/>"There are no<em>gifts</em>in this world." Lyle scoffed as he walked closer. "Everything received comes with a price. Some are nicer then others, but everyone who gives expects something for it."<br/><br/>"True." The salesmen seemed almost proud of Lyle for saying this. "He was holding a pamphlet now. Lyle hadn't seen it at first, nor had he seen the stranger take it from any pocket. He shrugged it off as more proof that this man was yet another un-human. "Everyone has their price, young man, not that you need me to tell you that. It isn't always money, tho it's far simpler when it is."<br/><br/>Lyle was getting tired of this sales pitch. "Let me guess. I do something for you, and in return, you find my spider friend?"<em>He knows.</em><br/><br/>"Very well." The smile was suddenly gone, replaced by the poker face of a news caster. "I represent Atlas Academy. I'm sure your aware of our esteemed history. We have recently been subject to a series of unsettling phenomena, and are now seeking talented young supernaturals -such as your self- to ensure the protection of our words. You will receive the finest education, while also being afforded a greater deal of liberty on campus. As an added bonus, the faculty will also grant you one wish that is within reason. If the identity of you family's killer is your wish, it shall be done."<br/><br/><em>He knows. Ask him hard. Let it in.</em>"Lyle looked around at the three dead men who's blood pooled at his feet. "I'll play school boy with the brats, sure. But let your bosses know that if they screw me, I'll make this look like a heavy period."<br/><br/>((See you all in the RP))