Louis swung open the door for Chris, then raced out after him. "Me, running... will this look suspicious?!" Louis suddenly had a thought, and slowed down to a walk. The two were almost at Chris' room, and the rounded a corner. Louis feet were rubbing against his shoes, creating blisters, and his brow was covered in sweat from running. Louis went to open the door with a small, sweaty hand, but Chris got there first.
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Sighing, Louis put his hands on his knees, and waited for Chris to come back out with a sword. In his pocket, he felt something sharp and pointy. Reaching into the pocket, he first wiped away some of the sweat, and then fished out a small, rusty, silver blade from his trousers pocket.
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Soon after, Chris came rushing back out. "Let's go!" Louis said, exited.

He walked quickly after Louis and passed him. He slipped into his room and pulled his fencing sword out of the closet. Once he had it he kind of rush out and looked at Louis. "Yes let's go see what this gargoyle has to hide," he says kind of excitedly. He then began to job back to the hall room and looked back to make sure Livio was coming.

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Once they entered the room, Chris ran over to the statue and waited for Louis to approach. He muttered the poem to himself quietly before placing the sword on the statue's eye. He waited patiently for something to happen and heard something creaking and popping. "What is that noi-" he is cut off as the floor disappears below him and he falls through the trapdoor.

(In case you're wondering why I'm suddenly trying to write more, I signed up for a literate RP on WP T-T)

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Louis fell too, though he kept calm, and silent, wanting Chris to think he wasn't there. He landed on the ground softly, checking for leaves, or anything that could make some noise. Shuffling softly, he creeped round the edge of the passage, and then when it broke away, took a left. All of him was still very sweaty, and his black hair was stuck to his forehead. Louis tentatively reached a delicate hand, and unstuck his hair, carefully, making no noise. Louis could see no signs of Chris now, and could only assume he was stuck, or had been captured by his friends.

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The passage was dark and gloomy, the bricks of the walls looking unstable. Louis had his path memorized. Two lefts, then straight for two hundred meters. Making sure the coast was clear, he continued his trek. The walls were moss covered, and the bricks had lost it's red tinge. I've gotta be here soon! Marley said 10 minutes, at best. Louis was tired. He couldn't see anything, but he kept trudging along. Soon, he saw the light of a phone flashlight, and started jogging towards it. All was going as planned. Approaching the light, he saw a human guard nearby. "Is he ready for me?" Louis said ominously. "Yes, sir." Replied the gruff, anonymous voice. Walking forward, he went into a small preparation room. This contained a mask, and a cloak for him to wear. Putting them both on, Louis thought he looked a bit stupid, but it served a purpose. They were new, which helped, and both sheepskin lined. Louis took a couple steps forward and grabbed a large old dagger, and then made his way into the room ahead, where Chris was waiting. Tied up, and in a small cage.

The fall was long but didn't last very long. Chris landed with a small thud on a semi cushioned pad. He began to sit up before a group of men jumped him. They wrapped a gag around his mouth and tied his limbs behind him. Christopher struggled against them and tried to get away from them, but it was five against one. He soon felt a hard hit the the back of his head after he continued to fight against them and saw the world go dark.

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Christopher awoke in a room that seemed dark. He shook his head and groaned some from the pain in the back of his head. He tried to rub it with his hand but couldn't move it. He looked down and saw that his wrists were chained to the wall behind him. He tried to move his legs but his ankles were also chained to the wall. Chris's eyes darted around and he realized that he was in a cage inside of this room. 'What the hell,' he thinks, 'who the fuck did this?..' He looked towards the sound of footsteps and his bright green eyes narrowing towards the noise.

Louis:

Louis walked into the room, behind all the servants, making sure there was no chance he was recognized. He could still see Chris of course, chained up to the wall, in a small, almost bird-like cage. Looking at him, he felt a small pang of sympathy, but quickly dismissed it away. His kind has damaged us humans beyond repair. We must get our revenge! It is crucial that the dirty vampire king releases us, from our world of slavery! Maybe Chris did nothing wrong, but his father did, and that's enough to deserve what's going to happen to him.

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Keeping an eye on Marley, he made sure he communicated with the guards. It was crucial that he made an appearance and exactly the right time. Louis reached for an itch on the back of his neck. This sheepskin is fluffy! Louis contemplated taking it off, as it was quite stuffy in the dungeon. But no, he was still wearing the same clothes underneath, Chris would recognize him, for sure.

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Marley:

Marley was slightly nervous. Why had good Louis trust him with such a important task? Well, at least the first part was over... Luckily for Marley, not much was required of him. He simply needed to explain why Chris was here, and then introduce the boss. Simple, right? Approaching the front of the crowd of people, a signal was given to take the prisoners blindfold off. Marley stepped up, and took his own helmet off.
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"You don't know why you're here, I presume?" Marley said, in a loud, booming voice. "You are here, because we have kidnapped you. Don't question it, don't be mad, for we do this within reason." He paused and took a breath. "Many, many, years ago, when your grandfather was king, he inslaved all beings, under a vampire curse. We were bound to your kind's bidding, for centuries!" A look of real rage came on his face. "Werewolves, shifters, and Humans. Humans! How dare you enslave the species that saved me, took me in! It's revolting. Inhumane! Your kind used us in your mines, your shops, your armies, your farms. We were reduced to dirt!" Marley sighed. "However, that is all about to change! We will take over! The humans and werewolves will rule in harmony, over the vampires! The vampires will die out, over, and over, and over again..." Now, looking at the prisoner, his directed a question at him. "Do you know your role in this, peasant?" Marley spat the question, waiting for an answer while the prisoners muzzle was dropped.

Christopher could sense a crowd in front of him and wondered what was happening. 'Well you are in a cage plus chained to the wall,' he thinks to himself, ' I mean I would stop and look at someone if they were like that too.' He felt someone approaching, a guard of whoever was in charge of this thing. He felt the blindfold be loosened around his eyes and lurched forward at the guard. The guard jumped back and quickly closed the cell door. A small smirk tried to form at the corners of his lips at this. 'Coward,' he thinks, 'not like I could reach him anyway.' The blindfold fell to the ground and his green eyes landed on a male figure as he approached the front of the crowd.

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Chris's green glare watched the man the entire time he spoke. His gaze was blank and he eyed every feature he could see, trying to find a weakness. Once the man- no werewolf had finished his little "speech" he felt someone cautiously releasing the muzzle from his face. He jerked around and snapped at the guard who pulled their hand quickly away. His attention then turned back to the werewolf in front of him, a very cold look in his eyes. "First off," he says in an almost sarcastic tone, "no I thought this was a surprise party and not a kidnapping. Makes since to fall through a hidden trap door and gets carried away to only wake up chained, muzzled, and blindfolded like a dog." His tone switched from sarcastic to neutral as he continued. "Secondly, why would you ever think that I would help you in this little "riot" of yours," he asks, "you think I would betray my family just to help people like you? You do realize that this plan you have is just switching the roles that have been the same you years, right? Destroying all vampires and keeping a few to do your bidding. Sounds familiar.." He paused for a moment to let that sink in before saying. "So are you running this show," he asks the werewolf, "or are you just a pawn to someone else? A small, weak werewolf that is just a pet for a bigger, higher up person in this group."

Sorry, I've been short on time <3

Louis:

"That, is where you are wrong, pheasant!" The words spat out of his mouth, as he approached the cage. "This little 'riot' you speak of, we do not ask you to betray your family, only to sit. Stay. Be caged." Louis let out a sinister chuckle. Unsheathing his sword, he took it close to the cage, holding it up, just out of Chris's reach. "Do you want it?" Louis said tauntingly. "Maybe you think if you get it, you can escape..." Smiling, as he resheathed his sword.
"Sorry. I don't think I've introduced myself. I am the leader of this organization, 'riot', as you called it. I wonder if you recognize my voice yet?" Smiling beneath his mask, he chuckled. "Or did you not care about me enough..."

(It's ok! <3 )

Chris turned his head slightly as the other voice approached his cell. The idea of his family being caged as well did not sit well him, especially the thought of his siblings that had done nothing wrong to deserve it. He watched the sword as it gleamed in the little bit of light that was in the room. He wasn't sure what good the weapon would give him other than a way to fight out of here. This entire time Christopher had had a blank look in his eyes, but now that the man in front of him asked if he recognized his voice his eyes widened with shock. "Louis," he asked at the quietest whisper that it could only be heard by a mouse. A guard to his right poked him and says, "Speak up peasant!" Chris growled and tried to lunge at the guard but felt a burning in his left side that made him immediately stop and sink to the ground at the pain. He looked towards where the pain had came from and saw another guard holding a silver pole with a bar of silver on the end. His eyes then went down to his side and saw that his skin had a massive burn on it, pain was now in his eyes.

Chuckling, Louis turned around. "Did you hear that? He remembers me!" Laughing, it almost turned into a cackle, as the small congregation of people cheered. "I had fun with you, Chris. That short amount of time, in witch I got to know you, I really loved you for who you were. But, I was on a mission." This was said in a quiet voice, almost directly to Chris. Then he raised his voice, and started speaking again. "Soon, your father will go into the library, looking for you. I can only presume you know what happens next, right everyone!" More cheers erupted, and as Louis signaled, Chris was released from his shackles, still caged. "Don't worry. I see your pain. It was not in my intention to bring you to harm... but if it's necessary..." Chuckling he muttered under his breath. "That's right, but how can you trust me after all this..." The words were full of regret.

He listened as Louis spoke and barely looked at him. Why wouldn't Chris remember him? Louis had been one of the only humans he had ever gotten to know very well and... his only friend. Now here they were. Louis holding Chris prisoner and threatening to ruin his entire family. 'Well I suppose I held him prisoner as well,' he thinks, 'I wasn't allowing him to leave or go anywhere without me..' He looked more up at Louis as he spoke quieter and with more.. sympathy? Why was Louis sounding sorry for him? He sunk to the ground as the chains were released but didn't move or anything due to his silver burn. His mind wondered to what would happen to his father but he knew that he was too wise of a man to fall into any trap.