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BLOOD MOON RISING:
THE LONGEST NIGHT OF OUR LIVES
Have you ever been trapped in the night with no way out? Fearing that all of your nightmares were real? Have you ever held your breath as the horizon started to lighten, hoping against all hope that maybe the day will come and banish your nightmares?
That's the way I feel every night, now. It started when I was four...shadows jumped out at me in the night and I just couldn't sleep. I saw demons at every turn. Vampires, Shapeshifters...I grew up with them. Do they scare me? Hell yeah. It wasn't until I learned how to shoot and got my guns that I began to feel safe.
I thought I was alone in the world...but then I met my crew. We all had the same problem...the monsters of the world just wouldn't leave us be. So what did we do? We banned together and created Shadow Hunt Inc. Using our own unique talents, we hire ourselves out all over the world to hunt down and des...er...execute Vampires and Shapeshifters. 'Course, some of us turn fuzzy at the full moon, some are even "allergic" to sunlight...but we've all got the same relative goal in mind...
Keeping civilization safe from the monsters.
When Vampires were made legal citizens of most countries due to the artificial blood created by some ****ed up scientist over in Japan, it became illegal to kill them without an official execution order. Shadow Hunt Inc provides the executioners. Hell, some of us have even made names among the vampires and the lycanthropes.
Mine was the Cataclyst.
I earned it when the police unearthed a nest of fifty vamps who'd done a mass-feeding on a nine-year-old's birthday party. They'd called in a few of us to identify the big bad that we were after. Thinking we were dealing with one vamp...two or three at most...only three of us went. Simon, who was called the Grim Reaper, Vicky, monster expert extraordinaire. If you had a sign of a monster, she would tell you what it was, no problem.
And me. Plain Jane Catrin.
I was supposed to be Simon's back up. I had my Browning Hi-Power in its shoulder-holster, a Firestar, and a flame thrower. Fifty Vamps. Do the math. I kept to the Browning and the Firestar at first, hoping that between them, Vicky and Simon would be able to get themselves out. I was only 19, then...and still naive. Vicky and Simon didn't have enough shells...they went down after about thirty seconds. They were just no match for the vampires. Even though they didn't meet any Vamp's eyes...it's true, what they say about a Vampire's eyes...they just couldn't hold out against all fifty. I think they brought down about ten between the two of them.
When they both fell, the vampires turned to me. And boy were they hungry. There were about ten sucking the blood from my friends...five on each. Even Synthetic blood wasn't enough to keep the Vampires satisfies. That's where your Fangers come in...human groupies who hang around known Vampire Haunts hoping to be sucked on. They say the sex is amazing...
I wouldn't know.
These Vampires probably couldn't find enough Fangers to feed off of. Or they had killed one too many of the pathetic humans and word had gotten out that they couldn't be counted on to take care of their Fangers. So they'd been desperate. Well and truly starved by the time they attacked the birthday party.
They had killed twenty little girls and left fifteen more in Intensive Care.
With this in mind...I emptied all four clips...two from each gun...and grabbed the flamethrower's nozzel, lighting it. When I was done, the police walked among the ashes of Vampires and sifted through, slowly. They found at least two human servants in the remains. This I found out much later, because I had gone into shock and the paramedics had rushed me off to the hospital with second degree burns and a few more scrapes. Lucky me. Woo-hoo.
I gained a rep, though I've never used a flamethrower again. I do have a mini-uzi, though. And I keep a couple of spare Browning Hi-Powers and an extra Mini-Uzi in the back of my jeep. One of the other members of Shadow Hunt thought my jeep could use a makeover...they put a hidden compartment on each side and filled them with weapons. Before, I thought it was a vulgar thing. Now, when they say they have something to show me, the first thing that crosses my mind is 'Yippee! New Toys!'
I don't think any of us were prepared when the FBI called on us to go to Chicago...not at all. That night...that night was one of the worst nights of my life...and one of the most unforgettable. The entire city had been "comandeered" from the humans...everyone in sight would be a vampire...hungry for blood...or a shapeshifter. On the full moon.
So we loaded up all of the ammo we could get our hands on, all the ammo we and our vehicals could carry, all of it silver, and began to prepare. See, Silver won't kill a Vamp immediately, but it will slow them down. It'll kill Lycanthropes, though, and if you hit a Vamp in a vital area, he's not getting back up. So we were armed. I procured a sawed off shotgun and another Uzi...as well as a hundred rounds for the former and enough ammo for the Uzis and Brownings and the Firestar to fill up both the back seat and the very back of my jeep. I also strapped on my blades...a stilleto, strapped down my spine, its handle hidden in my hair. A bit uncomfortable, but effective. Two throwing knives on my upper-arms, and two daggers on my forearms. All held the highest possible ammount of silver in a blade that was made, and all were razor sharp.
And we set out.
[:-bulb] Your FIRST posts should read similar to the one above. A brief history on your char and what's what. No bios, please. Also, if you're a Lycanthrope (Shape Shifter) or a Vampire, please note that in your post and why you joined Shadow Hunt Inc. Thanks! [:-bulb]
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OOC: WOOT!! I'ma be first!
Dawn had risen, and with it, a new born child. This particular child, a half Vampire, half human. This boy would soon learn in his life the power he posessed.
That was 24 years ago.
In the present day, this man travels with a group known as Shadow Hunt Inc. He is fully aware of his powers, those of Vampires. He has but one weakness, the hunger. This man, Tatsuki Kurenai, feels the same hunger as vampires do. He has battled against it for years but eventually found a way to surpress it, through injections of a certain liquid.
Tatsuki hates Vampires because they were the reason he never knew his mother. They attacked her while she was pregnant, the shock forced her into labor. There was just enough time for him to turn into one before birth. He is superstitious of certain things like Vampires, but other things he cares less for. The reason he hates shape shifters is because throughout his life they have decieved him greatly. His senses have attuned to them, thus making it easier to find them.
He is a flawless killer.
Tatsuki battled and destroyed many before joining Shadow Hunt Inc. at the age of 20. He carries with him, two Desert Eagle .50 AEs with special silver bullets. The tips of all his ammunition is filled with garlic, to make his enemies burst into flames when shot. None have fought him and lived. He has two blades on a special armor that is on his forearms. The fold down from the elbow and handles spring up for his hands. Aside from that, he carries two katanas, one on each hip.
All his blades were laser sharpened to ensure they never go dull. The surgical steel they were made from makes them very light, thus allowing quick combat.
The world is his hunting ground, and he never sleeps.
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I am the Major. I know Ninja Tim. We bad.
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Over 600 years ago I was born it a loving family, granted they were Vampires, but they were loving none the less. My clan was one of the most prominent and most known, we had the strongest vamps in the clan. I wasn’t an exception, except for one detail, I was half human. No one looked down on me because of my human half because I could walk in the daylight!
Okay so I hate daylight it bugs the crap out of me but still being able to walk in it is nice.
When I turned 151 years old and finished my training in the Family Dark Arts, my clan was wiped out, I don’t know what did it but everyone destroyed. I had gone on a little journey to see if there were other like me and received word that my clan had been completely wipe over the face of the earth.
I spent the next 249 years in a deep depression which was only lifted when I met a young Vampire girl named Rayven and her father had become the most powerful Vampire in England. She brought me to her and he was shocked to find out that a member of the Chaos Clan was still alive. He taught me many dark arts and I grew to think of him as a father.
This, like everything else in my life, didn’t last long.
Rayven had been in love with me ever since we met and when she was old enough I realized I loved her too. We went out one night and met a pack of Lycan’s. After killing all but one we ran for her father’s mansion, where it fallow and the fight continued. After destroying most of Mansion and Rayven’s Father’s Old Car Collection, he banished me from his Clan.
It sucked really bad… (vampire humor lol)
After that I moved to Tree City where I met a group of Vampires who were in a violent war against lycanthropes. One of them was named Sam, and I found out I was the one who had turned him into a Vampire and ruined his life. After several vicious battles the two groups wipe each other out. Sam and I were the only one’s left and to pay for my wrongs I spent 20 years developing a cure for Vampirism, but after I cured Sam my Lab was attacked and all my research was lost.
Sam got back with his family and lived with them ‘til he died.
I spent the next 270 years hunting Vampires and Lycan’s up until that Scientist in Japan created an actual working artificial blood source and vampires were made citizens in most countries.
They really ruined my only way to relieve stress and anger.
Then for 10 thirty years I hunted the Vamps anyway. Needless to say I had a bounty put on my head. Something around $100,000 for every person/vampire I had killed, which if you want to know was a lot. So I was always having to beat the snot out of some low life who thought they could actually kill me. It gave me a new way to relieve my stresses and anxieties. Well that is until a Miss Catrin Reynolds came along, her and her Shadow Hunters. After that I decided to join them and hunt Vamps and other creatures.
I had never told anyone my name except for Catrin, I am Chaoseth, my name means All-Seeing, I can speak telepathically and I have the power of empathy (ability feel others emotions), and I’m the last of the Chaos Clan and the only one who knows it’s Dark Arts.
There is no light without the dark,
There is no good without evil,
There is no order without...Chaos,
I am the Angel of Chaos
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[ Edited by: Chaoseth0 on 08/11/2004 9:10:18 PM ] |
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It had only started a few years ago for me... it started when I would only see the red eyes at night. Then it got worse, I would have to run home each night from my job I was working. My foster-parents didn't listen to what I had to say, they said that Vampires weren’t a threat, there was nothing to fear, because of the artificial blood. I knew there were other things than Vampires out there too.
I had been walking home from my job one night, my car had broke down a few blocks from my home, so I had decided to walk the rest of the way. I had mostly forgot about the problems, only a few years earlier about what I had went through every night when I walked home from school.
I was only a block away, when I was going beside an alleyway. That’s when I saw it, there were the Fangers standing at the end of the alleyway, and the vampires… they were feeding on them! I had heard about this, but I didn’t usually hear about it much, see even though I did live in a big city, my foster parents lived in the middle class section of town.
I stared for a moment, looking at the people how could they do that to themselves? That’s when I felt a cool wind across my neck, I didn’t turn around figuring that it was normal weather for the fall. Then I felt a hand reach for my neck. I tried to pull forward and turn around, but I couldn’t move. That’s whenever I felt the other hand on my neck. Then the bite…
I struggled for a moment, but I didn’t have any power against what seemed to be a Vampire. I tried hitting it, but it clung to my neck, it felt like there was a razor slicing it. It had dropped me to the ground, I tried to elbow them, I tried kicking, nothing worked. Then I heard the shot.
The Vampire released my neck and started to scream. It rolled over, about to get up, then I heard another shot and then another.
“Hurry, they’re coming.” A man grabbed me, dragging me to a car, as another fired shots at advancing Vampires. They both got into the car as the driver drove off.
“We’re going to the hospital.” The driver said, as the car went around a tight corner.
They reached into my pocket taking out my wallet “his name is Max Cicada… he’s 18, he still has a high school ID… so I guess he is going to be graduating this spring.”
“What’s his blood type? We don’t need to know any of that other stuff…”
“His driver’s license says AB…”
I was dazed out by now, the Vampire had taken a lot of blood, and had torn up my neck, so it was bleeding too. By the time we got to the hospital I was on the brink of passing out as they hooked blood up to me, and treated the multiple gashes on my neck.
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That was the first time that I meet them, they were called Shadow Hunt Inc., luckily the Vampire that had attacked me had an execution order on his head or I might not have been saved that night. I made friends with one of them too, Catrin Reynolds.
She still hadn‘t got the name of Catalyst, but that would only be in a few months that it would happen. We stayed friends for a while, I even invited her to my graduation, that’s whenever she came and told me about getting a job with Shadow Hunt Inc..
I had been training with my two Beretta 92FS Vertecs for about 6 months before I really got anything big. I would go out with other groups and take down a few Vampires with an older member, but I never really had a big assignment until after that time. By then I also had acquired somewhat the skill of knife throwing. So with my silver throwing knives and two guns with silver bullets I was ready.
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OOC: Sorry everyone...I wasn't clear in my first post...my char's name is Catrin Reynolds...not Jane Catrin. Plain Jane is a figure of speech. ^^'
We arrived on the outskirts of Chicago at Eleven AM. It was the week of the full moon, so we knew that the lycanthropes and the vampires would both be out cold...the lycanthropes would have shifted during the night...now they would be sleeping for several hours, at the least.
It couldn't have been more perfect for our operation. We made our way inwards, towards the center of the city, to a defendable building that we could set up Headquarters in. We unloaded the weapons and ammo, though I left my extras in the back of my jeep. I would be the one moving around the city. They said I "communicated" well with the monsters. Yeah right.
I guess when you gain a name like the Cataclyst and manage to convince a rampaging half-vamp to join the company, you automatically become someone within the ranks of the Shadow Hunt Inc. Most of my colleagues wouldn't work with the monsters...after all, they had joined to KILL them.
I just happened to be one of those rare few that could tolerate both Shapeshifters and Vampires. Hey, I said I was scared of them, not that I hated them. After all, I grew up with Vampires and Shapeshifters.
So my team and I were going out. Just my luck, they'd given me the team that hated each other with a passion. The one that had ALL of the Shadow Hunt Inc's more exotic members on it.
So we sat tight...and waited. At dusk, my team and I would be on the streets.
So why was I sitting here, listening to yet another fight between Max and Chaoseth? If you find out, let me know.
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I sat quietly in the darkest corner of the room we were all in. Max and Chaoseth were bickering over something but I cared not to listen. Instead I pointed my fingers at them in a gun shape. I poped them both with imaginary bullets in an attempt to silence them.
Didn't work, oh well.
I pulled my blades from the floor and began to polish them with my shirt. One of my fingers caught the edge of one and cut itself open. I stared as the red fluids began draining from my finger. Tempting, very tempting it looked. I was ready to bite it clean off my hand. But instead I just wrapped it in my shirt.
The craving was setting in. Oh what a glorious time for that to happen. Think of it as sort of a PMS type moment in a male Vampeal with my abilities.
Arguing. That was all I was hearing, and it was beginning to bug me. I looked out the window, it looked only as if it was 2:00, mabey 2:00. I glared from the shadows at Max and Chaoseth as they continued to argue. Then, the crap hit the fan. Boiling point was reached and the pot was spewing over.
I lept from my corner and stood before them both, my iris's a deep red. "Can it before something bad happens. Like...me eating you alive or something." I said with a flare in my voice. Then the sharp pain of a needle stuck in me. Well, not the needle itself, more like the fluid inside it. I didn't flinch, merely, stood there as my eyes returned to normal. I looked to my side and there was Catrin, holding the needle.
Thank you, was the only thing to cross my mind at that moment. I slid back into the dark after the injection, still looking at the two.
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I am the Major. I know Ninja Tim. We bad.
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OOC: Might I suggest we turn of signatures?? :s
I remember and miss the feeling of the wind pushing across my sleek ebony fur as I ran through the forest. My home away from home was the forest and whenever I shifted into my were-leopard form that’s where I went. On my normal days, if you could ever call them normal, I was a criminal profiler, helping solve cases that otherwise wouldn’t ever be closed.
It remained that simple for years. Until one fateful night when I was out partying with my best friends. We didn’t know it at the time, but vampires had been gathering around the house waiting for the perfect time to attack or feed or whatever it was that they did.
“Mataiya! We’re heading down to the basement to grab some more kegs and wine coolers, you want anything??” My three friends, Kat, Wyatt, and Anji said before heading downstairs.
I simply shook my head while conversing with some of the others at the party. Finally, after what seemed hours, but was only ten minutes, the music began blaring again. After a few minutes had gone by, I began looking around for my friends. I yelled downstairs and after waiting patiently began to walk down the stairs, cautiously. My sixth sense was beeping loudly inside my head, warning me that something wasn’t right. It was too quiet, far to quiet. I felt myself falling forward and before I was able to stop myself, I plunged headfirst down the stairs. Glancing around, I found the bodies of my three friends. Simply sniffing the air, I knew exactly what happened. Vampires. Those disgusting distasteful freaks did it.
“Nooo...” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Not even three minutes later, I heard the screaming upstairs and knew what had happened. Quickly, I snarled, forcing myself to shift and ran up the stairs with newfound energy and rage. What I found were vampires attacking my friends, my fellow partiers, who in turn were running around screaming in fear and fright. I lunged at the nearest vampire sinking my claws deep into her throat. With a snarl, I shredded the throat before leaping to the next vampire. I knew I couldn’t kill them all but I would die trying. I also knew it was against the law to slaughter vampires, but I didn’t care. Fifteen dead vampires later and half my fellow partiers dead, I limped my way out of the house. I could hear sirens coming and knew those that got out alive would tell the story. I shifted back into my human form and passed out on the ground outside the house. When I awoke, I was inside a building with people standing around waiting on something. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was found by a group called Shadow Hunt INC.
I began to run with them, helping them out as well as continuing the job as a Criminal Profiler. It was exhausting but at least I was doing things the right way. I had to, for the sake of every person that lost their life the night of the party. However, I had to suspend my job as the Criminal Profiler when I found out we were going to Chicago. I packed not just my clothes but some heat as well. Making sure I was well prepared in case I was attacked in my human form without time to shift, I packed two Brownings, two 9mm Scorpions, 2 .357 Desert Eagles. Each weapon had regular ammo as well as a ton of silver ammo. I also packed some silver throwing knives, and for extra measure, a sword encased in silver. I wasn’t taking a chance, no way in hell.
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Ever since we got into town I had been arguing with Max…over a really dumb thing. I had seen a Military Issue M-60 E3 Anti-Tank Machine Gun in the storage room back at HQ and had asked if I could have it, Max simply said no. Ok I like big and powerful weapons and it’s both. The argument consisted of this basically, “Please?” “No.” “Please?” “No.” over and over so it was understandable that this ticked Tatsuki.
After being injected with his medicine he seemed a calmer and happier.
“Fine….” I tied back my blood red hair in a band and grabbed my coat. I flipped the Collar up and put my hat on as well, “See y’all later.” I left the building and walked into the sunlight. I didn’t know where I was going just needed to cool off…funny use of words ‘cool off’ I’m hotter than hell at the moment, this coat it to heavy to wear in this kind of weather, but I didn’t feel like letting the sun and my skin meet.
Like I said I hate the sun even though I can walk in it unlike most Vamps.
I eventually found an abandoned bar with some alcohol left, “Score one for Seth.” I took off my jacket and my weapons were uncovered. A .454 Casull 13mm Anti-Freak Pistol with exploding steel rounds, I named it the Truth. A .454 Jackal 13mm Assault Pistol with Armor-piercing rounds, I named it the Consequences. Both guns were monsters with barrels 39mm long and each weighing 15kg and every bullet was alloyed with silver from a Lanchester cross. Attached to my arms were retractable swords, they came in handy when I ran out of ammo. Underneath my jacket I was wearing a lose fitting white tee-shirt and regular Blue jeans, nothing to spectacular.
Okay time for my favorite part, I hopped behind the bar and started drinking what was there.
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"Get some sleep, guys..." I said, quietly. "The fireworks start at dusk." I walked out and ambled after Chaoseth, remembering. That night had been one of the scariest nights of my life...
I had tracked the vampire at large to a particular nest of Vampires...I had my Browning out and ready, and I had just turned a corner when I heard something from behind me. I had turned, but not far enough, fast enough. The vampire bit into my shoulder at such an angle that he tore it open down to my elbow when I struggled.
It had hurt...a lot. Enough that I screamed. It had been my left hand, thank god, so I had been able to lift my gun and fire, regardless. He hadn't stopped, though...he'd kept tearing at me. That is, he tried to. A pair of hands landed on his shoulders and tore him away, throwing him off.
I had stared up at my would-be rescuer as the vampire jumped on his back, and my eyes held his as I lifted my gun and aimed. He'd just gone completely still, his eyes holding my face as I'd emptied my clip into the vampire's face, point blank.
After that night, Seth and I had been good friends. Of course, not many people enjoyed that...but they could deal with it as far as I was concerned. Speaking of which...I stepped into the abandoned bar and sat on a barstool, looking up at Seth and waiting. If he wanted to talk to me, he'd talk. That was the way it had always been.
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With my eyes drifting across the pallid horizon of Lake Michigan, I soundlessly reminisced on my life up to the present. I couldn't say, not now anyway, just why it all came back to me. It was no sudden barrage of uncontrollable emotion, nor was it anything rising from oblivion, for I had not attempted to forget any of it. It was my history after all, and had made me what I was today.
How could even I forget, when at dawn it woke me and at dusk lulled me to sleep?
I was born human. I was born with no powers, no secret weapon nor Holy Spirit watching over my shoulder. On the fourteenth of January 1975 at 7:45 Eastern standard time in Onslow Memorial Hospital, Jacksonville North Carolina, I was birthed by my Mother, Shanja Ladi. She was Albanian, born in the city of Berat. She had not carried my Father's name, for he had graciously not given it to her. He was a military man, or at some time had been one. Honourably discharged, I believe the term went. I suppose the US Military did not look favourably upon certain liberties taken during the hurly-burly of conflict. If several counts of theft on top of rape could even be considered taking liberties.
People say ignorance is bliss; I can vouch for that, having known far more than I wanted.
Of all the questions I had collected in my mind for my Father, through all the days of wondering just who exactly he had been and why he had raped my mother, there stood one that never wavered. Why had he brought her with him to America? I suppose it was her looks alone that he coveted. She surely had no wits about her, nor any language other than her own. And though I could surmise for hours on the possibilities I would never know. And so upon fate I looked. Hindsight alone, now that I can use it, would suggest there was some other hand in my origins. So why not the illustrious fates? We all seem to blame them for the sorrow and trials of our lives anyway.
Who was I to think any less; or more, for that matter?
I had no choice in what world I would grow into. When my Mother was raped for the second time, though not by my Father, she contracted Hepatitis B. In time cirrhosis of the liver shortened her lifespan to several years, but it was the cancer that killed her. I remember only small pieces of the actual day. The hospital was like most: white and sterile. The air still stank, regardless. The clearest image from that time in my life was a ficus. Hell, I still remember the name, Ficus Veriegata; funny that. I don't recall a morose reaction, nor tearing in rage or confusion. I took the news, and asked to see her one more time. It was my first sight of death. Real death. Not the Hollywood or comic kind. There was no vitality in her skin, I remember that much. But it was the bite mark that stood out the most.
Such a small bite mark, but the staggering influence it would have on my life I have yet to live down.
I have heard that the moment before being bitten, the exact second before that fell creature plunges its fangs into your neck, that there is a connection - if brief - between this world and the next. I have always recognized that moment as the final threshold. Certainly after the event the person's life is never the same. And much like a ripple in a small pond, every facet of that person's life is affected. When I saw the bite mark on Shanja, I knew that as much as I cared to ignore it, events would not turn for the better.
I came full circle. A Military bastard, sired by a military Father.
I took his name - even she had known that much - and signed up with the Marines. What players were involved, or what really happened, even now I am unsure of. I just know my Father's name rose up the red flag almost the exact same day I arrived. And onto this name I had chosen, came my rebirth. It seemed, that though completely hollow on the inside, I had a purpose. Detached from the regular ethos a child of democracy would have, the military homed in on my natural stoicism. It was 1993, and I was a man. My own man. And for a single day, that of my birth, it felt that way. The day after I was the military's man. To do with as they saw fit. Honestly, I didn't mind being a drone for those early years.
LZ. Target. EP. That was all. For seven years that was my job; or more so, my life.
It wasn't until 1996, based with a 'rogue' unit of the Russian Spetsnaz, that I would once again come into contact with my past. A village near the Border of Georgia, technically still apart of Chechnya, had been hit, and hit hard, by an unknown aggressor. Confident that Russian Intelligence knew what to expect, I volunteered to go with - officially I was a US Military liaison to the Russian effort in Chechnya, so I shouldn't have taken place in any conflict.
Silly me.
What we thought was a small band of AWOL PMCs, actually turned out into an undead pack of nightstalkers. Needless to say we were unprepared and overpowered. How I managed to survive was mainly the fault of the vampires themselves, so concerned with the townsfolk they regarded our gunfire much like an elephant regards flies. Out of our team of six only myself and one other managed to return to occupied territory. The Russian survivor turned that same night. Taking thirty men with him into the grave before going down himself. It took two RPG rounds to finally put him down.
Since then I have seen the undead more often than I have my own reflection.
With the knowledge I had acquired in Chechnya, there was little the military brass could do besides set me up with a unit of like individuals. I would later learn that 'like individual' had a rather broad definition. So, from having feared them as a child and having fought them as an adult, I would team up with the very scum I had for years abhorred.
A small price to pay for my country. That's the slogan, right?
And so, from Jacksonville to Chechnya, I now found myself aboard a thundering MH-53J Pave Low III. En route to Chicago where I am to meet up with Shadow Hunt Inc. To my knowledge they are apart of the Private Sector, but seem a bit more on the ball, in regards to hardware, than most PMCs. In regards to this type of mission, however, they hold by far the most infamous repute. I know little of their members, for though hired out by the FBI, there wasn't much my superiors could tell me. Assuming the team and I would practice different techniques, I decided it best to keep a low profile when we did finally join up. You know, let them call the shots until they prove less adapt than their reputation advertises.
As the chopper descended, the setting sun showered melted gold across the surface of the great lake. It was a glorious sight. A pity I headed away from that light, and dead on into darkness.
My name is Daron Ducard, and I hunt things you'd wet your bed over.
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| Posted On: 08/12/2004 At: 12:10:49 AM | | | Reply Link |
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'`Max Cicada'`
"Get some sleep, guys..."
Catrin did have a good idea, I could use a little sleep it was a lot better whenever you didn't feel drowsy. All this time this new Vampire had been here, no had become an even larger word in my vocabulary, it wouldn't surprise me if I said it in my sleep, spacing it out a few seconds.
"Tatsuki... I'm going to go to bed." He probably wouldn't care, but whatever, at least I had told someone. It was hard to get used to having vampires around me, but I had to get used to it. I walked to the male dorm room, almost everyone was sleeping now. I had got used to it, I could sleep during the day or night, sun or no sun. That's whenever I saw Mataiya, I passed by her without saying a word, who would really want to though, she was seriously loaded, she had enough guns for the entire Chinese Army.
I walked over to an empty bed, and took my boots off, I had two throwing knives in each at the sides, the rest were on a belt I wore around my waist, with my two Berettas at my side. They were always loaded, even though I had the safety on, with the simple flick of a button I could kill any vampire. I had spare bullets in a small pouch beside the gun on my right too.
I placed the belt at my side and went into the bed, falling to sleep.
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| Posted On: 08/12/2004 At: 01:13:32 AM | | | Reply Link |
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~Chaoseth~
I had crouched behind the bar to look at what was in the selves down there and grabbed the only bottle. I popped up and nearly had a heart attack when I saw Catrin sitting there, “Holy!” I blinked and glared, “Cat how is it that you do that? I can sense anyone else come up BUT you.” I grabbed two shot glasses and poured whatever the drink I had found into them, “Join me?” I hopped over the bar again and sat on one of the stools. Cat grabbed her drink and slammed it, a grin was fallowed by a sick look, “How old is that stuff!?” I drank mine and swished it around in my mouth then swallowed it, “I’d say about 65 years old, it’s not half bad.”
Truth be told the stuff tasted like crap but alcohol in general doesn’t taste good.
I faced the street and put my elbows on the counter, “I like that Max fella, he’s funny, weird, and he’s fun to piss off.” I grinned as I remembered the day Cat and I had first met. I had heard earlier that day that a group called Shadow Hunt Inc. had been hired to bring me to justice, but couldn’t have cared less I had tracked down a group of Vamps I had been after for two months now. They were held up in an abandoned factory north of the town. Two months ago I stopped by a crime scene and it stank of Vamps, and entire family had been ripped apart, the vamps weren’t stupid they made it look like a Lycan had done it.
But nothing can trick this nose.
I entered the building and stealthy killed the four that were on guard duty. I jumped into the rafters and caught the smell of a human, “That’s not the stench of a Fanger or whatever they call themselves…most be a member of ‘Shadow Hunt Inc.’ heh…brave, I’ll give them that.” I activated my night vision and saw the human I had smelled then I saw a Vamp sneaking up on her. I didn’t make it in time to stop her from getting hurt but the Vamp paid for it. I grabbed its shoulder as it lunged at her again and hurled it into the wall, “So you must be Shadow Hunt Inc.? Well here I am.” While I was talking the Vamp got up on my back and she blasted it off, “Uh…um…thanks?”
Let’s see it was about a month after that, that I joined Shadow Hunt Inc. and had my bounty lifted off, which was a load off of my shoulders. I consider myself her bodyguard, I make sure she makes it out of the mission alive no matter what, luckily I really haven’t had to do much.
I popped my neck and stayed at the darkening city, “Fun times almost here.” I grinned and laughed.
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I made a face at the shot glass one more time and tossed it against the opposite wall before turning to mimick Seth's stance.
“I like that Max fella, he’s funny, weird, and he’s fun to piss off.”
I laughed softly. "You'd sleep with the pope to piss someone off, though, Seth." I leaned back a bit, still smiling. His eyes had haunted me for about a month before he'd finally come in to the Louisiana Headquarters to join us. He seemed to have named himself my protector. I'd fought him every step of the way on it. When I protested, pointing out that if I could deep fry fifty vampires, then I could certainly take care of myself; he'd simply stated 'Even the Cataclyst doesn't have eyes in the back of her head. And for all of that, you're still human, Cat."
I'd thrown my hands up in disgust and stomped away, not talking to him for a week. But I'd conceded the point...for a while, anyway.
I looked up at the sun as it began its descent, a familiar feeling of dread beginning to creep up on me.
“Fun times almost here.” Seth laughed.
I just smiled and shook my head. "Come on...we need to get back...by dusk, we have to be ready to move." I stood up and paused, just for a moment, looking up at Seth. Sighing, I finally reached up and kissed his cheek, turning and walking out without another word.
When we got back, I hit the button on my watch that would set off my team's pagers.
It was time.
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[ Edited by: Evana_Deybraker on 08/12/2004 1:03:39 PM ] |
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OOC: So you know, I won't be back to reply until tomorrow, but please do not play my character, I'll make up whatever I lost. Thanks.
~*Mataiya Callahan*~
As I listened to the arguments between the other members, mainly Max and Seth I tilted my head back and forth, popping my neck before twisting my back, popping it as well. I felt my glance gazing over to the others and I didn’t even move when Seth left followed by Catrin shortly afterwards. As she left, she suggested we all get sleep. Yeah right, my brain was going a mile a minute, there wasn’t going to be sleeping for me. I was used to not sleeping anyways, this was nothing knew.
“Hmmm..” I pondered as Max stepped past me without a word. I couldn’t help but frown simply because I wasn’t use to being ignored. Sort of hurt my pride in a way.
Shaking my head, I slid my fingers through my thick curly dark rich brunette hair that seemed to sway effortlessly against my shoulders, the ends dropping against the middle of my back. My golden-green eyes trailed Max as he entered the male-dorm and only then did they find elsewhere to look. Grinning slightly I folded my arms against my chest and let out a long sigh. My jacket was zipped partially up to just chest level and would remain that way until we went out on the hunt. Two of the knives I had, rested in wrist sheathes that were beneath the arms of the jacket, two more rested in ankle sheathes wrapped beneath my pants, which were easily accessible while two more were in a sheathe against my right thigh. The sword I had rested in a scabbard against the length of my back for easy drawing. The two Browning guns rested in double holsters against my left and right side, against my thighs. The two 9mm Scorpions were holstered against my back for quick drawing. The two .357 Desert Eagles rested in double holsters high against my sides, the extra clips of ammo connected in a clip type thing held onto the holster. Each weapon had extra ammo clipped onto the holster so that I could get to it easily. The silver ammo clips were marked so I knew which I was grabbing.
Making sure I was situated, I leaned my head against the wall and gazed around at the others in the group. I wasn’t much of a talker, though if I was talked to, I’d be more than happy to talk. I wasn’t sure about the trust issue but I knew I wouldn’t double cross anyone in this group. Didn’t matter what they were and how they felt about me. I knew where my loyalty laid and it was with the others. I started to hum a song beneath my breath as I pushed off the wall, heading towards the door. I was going to get some fresh air. However, at that very moment, the damn pager went off. I glanced down at it, noticed who it was from and let out a long sigh before grabbing my sunglasses off my head. It was dark but hell, I loved my shades so with a smirk, I slid them down over my eyes and walked to the male-dorm, which was just a few feet.
“GET UP!” I yelled before kicking against the door hard with my shoe. Smirking again, I turned around and headed towards the front of the place to get instructions. It was time to play and I for one couldn’t wait.
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[ Edited by: April on 08/12/2004 7:44:54 PM ] |
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| Posted On: 08/12/2004 At: 11:02:22 PM | | | Reply Link |
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I woke up to a wonderous morning. Everything was bright, and how the world should be upon waking up. The sky was a perfect shade of blue, no clouds in the sky, the sun high above the horizon, shining in it's brilliance. Mother had let me sleep in. That was a pleasant suprise in itself. I rolled out of my bed, the covers being strewn to the side. The household dog was in the room, just inside the door way. Smiling it's canine smile, tongue hanging out, the stereotypical dog thing, you get the idea. I detoured from my chest of drawers, and pet the lovable pooch.
I love my dog, can't you tell?
I left him in the doorway, and went to the dresser. I undressed from my nightclothes, not caring I could be in full view of anyone willing to look, and dressed myself in the usual weekend casual. Moving to the privvy closet, I prepared myself for the day. Steadied my nerves, as I always seem to do in the morning. A ritual if you will. Stepping out, I headed out of my room. It's on the third floor you know. Grand staircases. Polished wood finish, chanelier. The works. A really grand affair, if I do say so myself. Walking down the staircases to get to the dining to break the nightly fast, I noticed no one was in the room. Was I forgetting something? walking into the kitchen, no one was in there either. What was going on. It was then I heard the snicker. I was confused, so I moved out into our family quarters. Everyone I had come to know and love, were hiding. They jumped out, shouting "Happy birthday!" I had forgotten that today was my birthday. Today, I turned eightteen.
Yippee!
Mother made me, and the rest of my siblings. Nine of us all together, three brothers, five sisters, and the lovable pooch I mentioned eariler. Scrambled eggs, and roasted ham. My favorite. After we had finished breaking fast, mother brought out the cake. This was a rarity. Even for us, cake was unusual. Mother and Father were rather health oriented. Didn't like sweet among the children. But I was eightteen. I was now a man, so I guess sweets wer okay. Hey, I'm not complaining. Ever since then, I've always been sucking on a piece of hardcandy.
Never too late to become addicted, eh?
The day passed on like a usual birthday in this family. Games, presents. I got a nice shirt for the winter from my mother. She always did give clothes, but since I had to go out on my own now, I was thankful. My youngest sister, Madeleine, gave me her rag doll. It brought tears to my eyes at the time, and still does. I still have it. She said, in the best way a three year old can. "Here you go brother, this is for you. So you don't get lonely out there." You just have to imagine it with the adorable three year old version of english. My father gave me a pat on the back, and one gold piece. He said it wasn't much, but it would be a start to get me on the road. I was thankful, and I never did get to spend that coin. Along with the doll, I keep the coin. The coin however, never leaves my pocket.
They're after me lucky...Ehh..Coin! Damn leprechauns.
It was the families final tradition: Sending away, and fond farewells. They had done it before with my older brother(He was there too, neat huh?), and now they do it for me. There was a kncking at the front door. My mother opened it.
It was then that the night went to hell.
It was a pack of vampires. No one believed they existed, but they did. They slaughtered my entire family, bit me, and left with a stray group of hunters heard my familes strangled screams. I was the last to be attacked. I never did get my send off. The rag doll is still stained with Madeleins blood. I never got my send off. I never got my farewells. I never got revenge from that pack. I never had the chance. I died before the hunters could tend to my hounds.
Then, I rose up.
I become one of them. I became that which I hated and feared. This was the year 1720.
Flash
I was found by Shadow Hunt Inc, after I had tracked down the pack that had killed my family after so long. They were all older than I was. Way older. But it didn't matter, I was driven my anger, hate, and revenge. They had no where near my strength, skill, or level of abilitity. Shadow Hunt Inc, found my wrist deep in their blood. Ripping every thing out of their bodies that I could find with my avenging hands.
I sit in the back of a truck. No weapons, nothing except my clothes, the gold coin I recieved from my father, and the ragdoll in my pockets. I had achieved Master status at a very, very young age. The youngest to do so. Shadow Hunt Insisted that I carry a weapon, regardless before this trip. Just before we departed for Chicago, I finally gave in. I had a single dagger, silver.
Let us all hope, I dont slip and cut myself. I rather dislike the touch of silver.
This was going to be a fun night. Hunting more of my kind, with the pictures of the ones who slaughtered my family. Did I mention they killed my dog out of spite?
I am Arien Skye.
I am the Black Death.
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[ Edited by: ZeroX4 on 08/12/2004 11:29:59 PM ] |
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| Posted On: 08/12/2004 At: 11:32:04 PM | | | Reply Link |
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I stared out the window as my pager went off. I knew what it was so I just turned it off anyway. The sun had set below the buildings, and the horizon was now taking it prisoner. Prisoner, that's what I felt like. Prisoner to this stupid, sick, twisted, little hunger of mine that drove me to kill. I dared not speak a word as I turned around and headed for the door. I grabbed my weapons as I went out, prepared for anything to come my way.
And just so happens, there was a feeling something would.
I walked out the door and stood for a moment, admiring the twilight, the hour the sane loose sanity. I lit a cigarette and puffed on it, simultaniously checking my ammunition. Looking around I could see shadows moving in the alleyways. "Fire burns. It twists and turns, And follows the smell of Italy." I said with a smirk, quoting one of my poems.
What I was saying was, well, my garlic filled bullets made Vamps burst to flames. I snickerd at the thought of them just erupting into fire and the screaming, oh the screaming. That scream of horrible pitch and the movements of agony in thier last moments. It was enough to make me well....you get the picture.
I noticed one of the shadows change. It shifted from human to some sort of animal. "Ooh, change up." I said, imitating a baseball pitch. I pulled out one of my guns and smirked, pointing it at the alley.
"Step up to the plate." I said as I cocked the hammer back.
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I am the Major. I know Ninja Tim. We bad.
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~Chaoseth~
I detached my blades and took off all the ammo I had on me, “I want to play my new toys.” I attached two swords that looked exactly like my other ones except they had a White Oak Tip, the blade edges were lined with Silver, and they were bless by several priests. My new ammo wasn’t that much different than what is was, T still had explosive steel Rounds and the C still had Armor Piercing, but these bullets were alloyed with sliver melted from a Lanchester Cathedral Cross. There was very few freaks who could take one of these and come back for seconds.
I tossed my Shadow Hunt Inc. trench coat on, they were steel reinforced with steel and other strong metals. Yes they were heavy as hell but they didn’t slow me down and they helped if I was actually hit by a Lycan’s claws. I mean I could heal them but wounds are just too much of a hassle! I turned and grabbed my shades, “Well I’m gonna take my crotch-rocket this time around.”
I walked into the back of the Semi-Type Truck we brought with us and rolled out my Motorcycle, “We there yet?” I joked.
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"Put your gun down, Tatsuki." I said, walking up to him. "This is not our assignment. We have to find the Master of the City, Heaven help us." I sighed softly and rubbed my temples. "Once the Master is destroyed, we'll turn our attention to the underlings. Work from the inside out...that's the only way to get this job done."
I paused for a moment, remembering. Simon and Vicky had been highly respected...indeed, they'd been the team that people most requested...
They'd been outmatched against fifty vampires. We were up against an entire city.
"I'm going to go get a flamethrower." I muttered, walking over to my jeep and crawling into the back, opening one of the hidden compartments and pulling it open, pulling out the object hidden within. I pulled my Mini-Uzi off of my shoulder and strapped the flamethrower to my back, picking up the Uzi again. I put two extra clips for each gun that I carried in a belt that I had altered for the purpose, and I put that in a duffelbag along with the Uzi, an extra Browning, and my sawed off shotgun.
I climbed up into the passenger's seat of my jeep and opened the glove compartment, reaching in and pulling out two silver crosses on chains, putting them on and putting duct tape over them, mindful of the vampires on my team. I then reached into the middle and pulled out two extra knives, pulling off my nikes and putting on the ankle-sheaths. Sliding the nikes back on, I dug underneath the seat and pulled out a box, opening it and pulling out vials of holy water, slipping them into the shell belt and pulling the protective cover over them.
Closing the box and shoving it back under the seat, I reached for a trip wire that would release a third hidden compartment in the back of the jeep. Picking up the duffelbag, I closed the door and climbed back into the back of the jeep. Pulling open the compartment hidden in the back of the seat, I pulled out a box of ammunition. Up until now, I hadn't used these. Simon had given them to me...he'd made them himself.
Knowing what I had about Simon...I'd thought it best to lock ALL of the ammo that he gave me away in a very, very secure place.
I had fifteen boxes. I decided that, knowing Simon, I'd only take one.
When the entire team was gathered, I walked over, putting the duffelbag over my shoulder. Another team had apprehended the shifter that Tatsuki had found, and they were questioning him, even now.
"There are a lot of things that I could say right now." I said, softly, looking around at my team. "But I'm not going to say them. You know how I feel about each and every one of you. We're friends and colleagues...and we trust each other to guard our backs. Whatever fights we have among ourselves disappear under the danger of an attack, and we all know it." I managed a smile. I was slowly retreating to the empty blackness that I went to when I killed.
I pointed to the map that we'd stretched out on the wall. "We're here, as you all know. I believe that the Master would take up residence here." I pointed to a place on the map. "It's the most logical choice, because three quarters of each of the buildings are underground. Most of the Vampires on the team won't be able to join us until full dark...so we'll have to use what we have until then."
I sighed. "The chances of any of us making it back out of the Master's home is slim at best...so if any of you wants to back out now and remain here to help clear the road back for those of us who do make it out, I don't hold this against you. I will not force you to go."
"This said..." I looked around at them all. Quiet Mataiya, Young Max, Dark, brooding Tatsuki...Seth, who loathed what he was with all of his heart. "Let's deep fry these sonsa*****es."
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| Posted On: 08/14/2004 At: 12:44:47 AM | | | Reply Link |
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~*Mataiya Callahan*~
After kicking my foot against the male-dorm door, I walked outside to truck we brought with us and leaned against it silently for a few minutes before glancing over to Arien. Smiling softly, I slipped over to him, nudging him a little with my elbow. I smiled softly, not even a real huge thing for me, just a friendly hello, or rather that was what I was trying to pass it off as. To tell myself the truth and whoever else who happens upon my thoughts, I cared deeply for Arien and not just in a co-worker sort of way. It ran deeper than that for me, but I could never bring it up to tell him, I couldn’t face the rejection he would have for me.
“So..” I began just as Catrin walked over and began to talk to us. Typical, every time I started to get up the nerve, I was interrupted either by one of the others, or our targets. Maybe someday, maybe not.
I listened as Catrin told us the obvious. We were going against a Master vampire, which meant he would have a TON of vampires at his disposal not to mention other little goodies. Also, Master vampires could easily roll you under their influence and kill you before you even knew what was happening. Once and only once I found myself going up against a Master vampire alone and though I didn’t know it at the time, and I wasn’t with the others, he let me live because he was fond of me. Vampires are strange creatures indeed and I found them extremely intriguing. She didn’t have to force me to go. I wanted to go, hell I was excited to go. Not because I wanted to see if this Master was the same as the other, but because I was still so curious about them. For some reason, and to this day I have no idea why, but the Master Vampire I met in St. Louis, couldn’t roll me under his influence. It was strange.. very strange. Watching each other’s back was also very vital and I would do everything I could to make sure everyone came out of this alive. So much so that I walked over to the jeep and reached inside to grab my backpack as well as more ammo for each of my weapons which I promptly shoved into my jacket pockets. My backpack had more ammo, seven more silver daggers, and two .50 Desert Eagles. I never packed light that was for sure. Sighing, I walked back over to the truck, standing again near Arien.
For a while, until dark we would be without the vampires that couldn’t go outside until dusk and I secretly wondered if Arien could go outside in the light. I mean, at the moment he was sitting in the shadows of the truck, so I really didn’t know. Shaking my head as I found myself reaching out to touch him, I quickly pulled my hand away and ran it through my thick curly rich dark brunette hair, letting it once again flop against my shoulders and down to the middle of my back. Beneath the sunglasses I was wearing, my golden-green eyes glanced at each person, sort of honing on their emotional state at the time, or something like that.
“Yeah.... let’s go kick and or fry some well deserving bastards....” I muttered, echoing Catrin in a sense. It wasn‘t that I didn‘t agree with her, I was just a little more cautious about letting anyone see my true emotions. I knew that if I ever lost myself to pure rage and I shifted, I wouldn‘t be able to control myself and I didn‘t particularly want that to happen around my friends, so I remained mellow, or as mellow as I could depending on the situation.
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| Posted On: 08/14/2004 At: 03:15:55 AM | | | Reply Link |
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Smirking, I pushed myself off the walls of the truck, moving to stand beside Mataiya as Catrin rambled off about the vampires, and the Master of the City. All the talk of Masters, and what to expect. All the dange,r the mystery, the romance. Hell, I don't know what was going through their minds. I was bored, and I was up for some sensless killing. Grinning, I let the sheild holding back my power break down. The energy that was inside me rushed forth.
Whoosh!
I let out a snicker as I stepped into the failing light of the day. It felt like a tanning bed. I was long past the days of being fried like a chicken in Kentucky by the sunlight. Granted, silver and garlic still hurt like hell. But sunlight I could handle. As we walked, I slowed my pace, letting Mataiya catch up to me. She was good back-up and an amazing hunter. I formed my free-flowing energy around my hand, like a glove.
However, unlike OJ, this one fit. And this glove was deadly., and rather immune to blodstains.
For the hell of it, I drew the silver dagger from it's sheath on my left forearm. As always, mindful not to cut myself. Silver stings. I formed my lifes energy around the dagger. You could almost see the energy encasing the blade. Like the heat that rises from pavement on a hot summer day. It was kind of like that, only less wavey. I was going to enjoy this. The feeling of blood on my hands. The rush of power. Sucking the master dry of whatever power he has.
You know, the usual.
I turn my head before we entered the staircase leading down, ultimatly to the master, and flashed a smile to Mataiya.
"Here we go. Down into the depths. Let's kill us some vampires." So I retained some of my 18 year old self, but oh well. I enjoyed it. Never aging. Though my hair has gotten long. I wasn't compeltely dead. As Billy Cyrstal put it in "Princess Bride:" I'm mostly dead. Hell, so are they.
But we're here to make sure they become full dead.
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[ Edited by: ZeroX4 on 08/14/2004 5:43:50 PM ] |
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| Posted On: 08/14/2004 At: 05:36:00 AM | | | Reply Link |
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The great lake was swallowed by a body of concrete, metal and glass, that while far smaller, was far more prominent. Chicago. With a fleeting smirk that even I couldn't deny, I thought back to the moment I was briefed on the fall of the Windy City itself. Most parties - public parties, that is - presumed Las Vegas or Los Angeles would be the desired locale for a take over of the most dark and heinous sort. It caught Capitol Hill with their pants down, giving them a nice kick in the groin for good measure. So, it wasn't any surprise they hadn't wasted a moment's time. Shadow Hunt Inc. had been contacted and hired three hours before the news went public. Though, with Uncle Sam thinking for the common man, the hostiles had been identified as 'terrorists' and the situation as 'a city on total lockdown.'
I came out of my superficial brooding when a rigid finger tapped my shoulder. Turning around I gave a casual nod to the copilot of the MH-53J. Through the thunder of the rotors the man's raised voice came across fairly muffled. "Three minutes to LZ." Another nod and I turned back around to the open city. Its west face was beshroud in coral gold, while the east had already sunk into darkness. With a shake of my head I began to ready the several large cases I had taken with me. Everything aside from transportation and non-essential supplies had been taken care of. I had a myriad of weapons, all of which I had used so many times their make and style were all second nature. Securing three heavy cords to each metal encased box I turned back to look out the cockpit. I recognized the designated landing zone from its position in regards to the city. It was near the centre and could be easily defended if not for a small weakness: there were many service entrances and access corridors used for maintenance that an enemy could exploit. I had certainly done my research. That was my standard.
Pitching to the right, the chopper descended with an upward yaw. Landing would waste valuable time and put the crew in danger, which I nor the crew themselves wanted. Especially when I wanted them healthy on the return trip, and they very much wanted this to not be their last drop. The copilot turned yelling back to me that they were in position over the building that served as Shadow Hunt Inc's headquarters. Grabbing hold of the Pave Low's interior I began to kick my cases out. All three fell to the roof. With a last look towards the cockpit my eyes happened to fall over a silver cross that dangled above the pilot. The glimmering cross sent images of my days in loose operation within the Vatican flashing through my mind. All my experiences - from my training in bio-chemistry and hematology to the early days with the Spetsnaz - would be needed in this new business. A city of deathstalkers and undead would definitely devour any foolish rookie. This was no joke. This was my job at its best. No premiums and no insurances other than my own skill.
With a firm, yet loose grip on the cord, I descended. Swallowed up by the darkening night, it was my instincts, not my sight, that told me when the roof was coming. I slammed against the concrete roof and quickly secured my cases, then, with a blue flash from a combat flashlight, sent the Pave Low III back home. Almost immediately I began to move the cases into the building. In little under a two minutes I had cleared the roof of any sign of my presence. The building's interior was nicely furnished, which gave me the impression it was an office building of some kind, or at least had been before the take over. I set up my room of operations in a large conference room with only one entrance. The cases I threw atop a long black table. Unclasping the locks I opened the first two up and looked over the personal armoury I had brought with me. The first case was pistols and demolitions. The usual frag grenades and claymore mines to more species-specific type of weapons such as UV flash canisters to garlic smoke bombs. I took out several UV canisters, two SIG P220s and dual IMI Jericho 941PSs, several extra purple lined magazines for both and then moved over to the second case. This contained rifles and heavy weapons. I looked over what I had decided on taking with me and with hardly an expression took up the sawn off Colt CAR15/M203 Combo. I grabbed several grenade rounds, both with teal rings along their shells. I hardly could take all the weapons with me so the colt combo would do for now. Anymore weapons I could procure en route or pick up later at the three drop zones the Pave Low III had made on the way home. The last crate, the heaviest of the three, I left closed. No need to open that one till hell was right outside the door.
With my weapons decided upon, I threw off my trench and went about placing the various weapons on my person. The P220s I placed snug in dual shoulder holsters, both Jerichos in thigh holsters and the canisters I hooked to my tactical vest. Lastly I took up the colt combo. With my free hand I placed the extra magazines in their designated spots on the vest. Making sure I could see the coloured lines. The colouring to me was essential. Teal for garlic, white for consecrated - which I myself could perform - and lastly purple for ethylenediaminetetraaceti (EDTA), which worked especially well against vampires. I was suited up. All I needed to do now was meet up with my fellows.
Proceeding through the building I past by a bar, that had been used recently - from the open bottle of whiskey to the broken shoot glass that laid about the floor. From the looks of it Shadow Hunt Inc. believed a lot in self-indulgence. A trait I would not fault them for. After the bar were several rooms that might have been used recently. Over all it was not completely necessary to check up on anything, I believed they knew enough about what their jobs to get on rather well. And so with haste I soon found myself at the front doors. Hefting my colt combo over my shoulder I slowly traversed the stairs and made my way down the street.
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I looked over at Arien when I felt the tell-tale tingle of power. "Quit showing off for Mataiya." I said, darkly. "She knows perfectly well what you're capable of, Arien."
That was how it had started, with me. All over my body, I can feel the power...like every limb on me has fallen asleep and there's nothing to be done but work it out. I scare some people, really. They can't fathom that I can actually feel the magic when it's used. How do I keep faith? They wonder. I'm a Vampire Executioner, so how can I know god?
All I can say is this: My crosses glow when I'm around Vampires, and that's enough for me. Where I am in God's graces is between Him and me, and nobody else. That's what Anita had taught me.
We had just said our farewells to the other teams and last minute suggestions had just been exchanged when a man in a tactical vest carrying an arsenal of weapons was spotted walking down the street. I said my farewells to the other teams and turned to face him, taking a few steps to meet him.
"I'm Catrin Reynolds, and you are?" I held out my hand.
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~Chaoseth~
I sat there as Cat told us what to do and what not then we set off. I put the pedal to the metal and blasted in front of everyone, “I’ll clear the area for you guys!” I sped through the streets making my way to the building where the Master of the Puppets was supposedly. It was a nice sized building, couple hundred stories tall, and about a hundred floors beneath street level. Vamp Master sucked to go up against namely because of the uber amount of Vamps they had in their services.
I came to a screeching halt at the front of the building as the Sun went below the horizon. The upside to Vampire Masters was the uber amount of Vamps they have in their services. It meant I would get to use my new toys and I liked that idea, “Heh…” I hopped off the bike and headed into the building making sure there wasn’t a soul in the lobby before I continued to move further down into the building.
I was to clear the team a path down to basement level 10 by stealthily killing anything that stood in my way. Luckily there wasn’t anyone in the stairwells ‘til about BL 5. I discovered that the entire stairwell from that point on had Vamps in it, “Well that screws with my plan…” I backtracked to BL 4, this level was completely empty and was as far down I could go without being discovered. “So are the stairs the only way down?” I forced open an elevator door and the cords had been cuts, “Yep…that and the Ventilation ducts. We are probably gonna have to use those.”
I reached under my coat to my belt which held a tracker/Walkie Talkie, we all had them incase we got separated from the main group. “AoC to Catalyst…” AoC stood for Angel of Chaos, my nickname. “I repeat AoC to Catalyst.” I waited for a bit, “This is Catalyst what’s the weather like down there?” I popped my neck, “Very stormy beyond BL 4 and you shouldn’t take the elevator in weather like this.” I paused looking around so nothing snuck up on me, “I suggest taking the stairs, it’s healthier.” I stopped, “Roger that AoC, we’ll be there shortly.”
I turned off the Comm. and leaned against a wall. It was going to be a long night that was a guarantee, but it would be fun, “The Angel of Chaos has descended upon the land.”
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The first street was completely vacant, save for abandoned vehicles and loose bits of refuse and litter. Bits of newspapers bearing headlines of Armageddon, drifted across the road from time to time. For a city infested with the damned, it was quiet.
I chose my path carefully. Circumambulating the deathly streets, my eyes scanning the walls and windows for motion and heat - or lack of heat - as I switched my goggles into infrared. The street disappeared into a dark blotch, where only small bits of colour could be discerned. From my current vantage there were no humans about nor were there any vampires or other such creature. I pulled my goggles up a bit, and looked about. Still the road was calm and quiet. By now I would have expected to hear gunfire from Shadow Hunt, it was disconcerting that I did not.
I followed my present bearing until nearing an intersection near one of Chicago's more towering of offices. Gathered around its base were several people, one or more who appeared to be vampires themselves. I had been informed that Shadow Hunt Inc employed some of what they hunted. In some instances to find a vampire you needed to be one, well that was the myth anyway. Pulling my goggles back down I focused in on the lead figure, a woman. Her features came to mind and matched perfectly with the photo of Reynolds.
With a casual gait I strode towards the group. Walking up with an offered hand, Reynolds introduced herself. I merely replied and walked slowly past, still scanning the various windows and street. "Daron." There was no need for any fancy introductions or informal swapping of names. "Status?' I asked.
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"Quit showing off for Mataiya."Catrin had said, darkly. "Shw knows perfectly well what you're capable of, Arien" Yes, I suppose she was, and our friend Catalyst was right in that sense. How,ever the loosing of my power wasn't for a show among friends. Oh no, it was for those who I have never come into contact with.
"It isn't for her, Catalyst."I said, the usual monotone ring in my voice. I never used real names, unless there was no nicknames to be had."It's for the ones we've come to kill. They undoubtedly have a false sense of superiority over a group of humans with guns. Granted, we know we're not just humans, they more than likely don't. And besides, it's fun."
I had felt the man before he reached us, as he crossed into the circle my energy forms when loosed. Friend.
Damn, no killing yet.
I stood by patiently, dagger held loosly in my hand. I wasn't too interested in status breifings, or the usual plan of action speeches. So, I stood there watching the two, waiting for the signal to go in.
What can I say, I have a one track mind.
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~*Mataiya Callahan*~
I could feel every bit of power that emitted from Arien and though I’d never admit how I felt, it sort of turned me on. Arien was my hotspot, my source of energy so to speak. Whenever I was with him, hunting I felt more powerful than when I was with any of the others, except Catrin. Smiling softly, I listened to Arien telling Catrin he wasn’t showing off for me. He knew he didn’t have to, I could sense his power, I could sense how old he was. I learned that trick from my mom and was damn proud of it.
“Mmm.. can’t we go yet? I’m getting antsy....” I whispered in Arien’s ear after catching up to him. I watched silently while Catrin walked over to shake hands with yet another person. Someone new, someone mysterious, someone on our side. That was the only good thing. I didn’t really like new people.. but that was because I was so cautious. Again, that was thanks to my mother and father, they taught me well.
I unzipped my jacket, prepping myself for the fight ahead. I could feel the energy surging in my body as I started to focus on the fight and only the fight, well that was a lie. I focused a little on Arien too, but hell... most of my mind was on the fight! Dropping my hands down to my sides, I tilted my head back and forth to the buildings, checking them out for danger. Yawning, I slid a few fingers through my hair again before popping my neck.
I grabbed Arien’s hand and slightly began to drag him the way Seth went. I wanted to get the show on the road, and I wanted Arien as backup. Smiling softly, I wrapped my fingers around his, holding his hand gently yet firm enough to continue the dragging process until we reached where Seth was at. Grinning, I slid my sunglasses up for only a moment before setting them back over my eyes.
It.Was.Time.To.Play. I was ready.
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I opened my mouth to answer Daron, when my radio buzzed.
“AoC to Catalyst…” I smiled a bit. Right on time.
"We're about to find out." I told Daron, reaching into my duffelbag and grabbing the radio.
“I repeat AoC to Catalyst.”
I lifted my radio to my mouth. “This is Catalyst what’s the weather like down there?”
“Very stormy beyond BL 4 and you shouldn’t take the elevator in weather like this.” I nodded to myself, thinking of a strategy even as he spoke again. “I suggest taking the stairs, it’s healthier.”
I glanced around at my team and lifted the radio again. “Roger that AoC, we’ll be there shortly.”
"The vampires are all below Basement Level Four." I updated my team, quickly. "And they've cut the elevator cables. But that's not going to stop us." I turned to Arien and Mataiya. "Mataiya, you and Arien will go down the elevators. Make it to BL Five and wait. When you hear the first shots, bust out and hit them from behind with everything you have." Then, I looked to the smallest partners on the team. A pair of small Spanish Werewolves, quite a bit smaller than regular werewolves, the two teenagers had sharp ears. They also had a special ability that I myself had, in part. The ability to go anywhere without being sensed. Granted, they still had scents, but the vents would take care of that. "You two will have to go through the vents. Get as far down as you can and just listen. We'll be down as soon as possible, but if we're not there in two hours, climb back up." They nodded.
"Max" I said, softly. "You and the rest of the team will set up a comm center on one of the upper BL's. You yourself will be in charge, or if you wish, you may appoint someone else head of communications once the center is set up and join us. The purpose will be to keep us in touch with not only HQ Chicago and HQ Louisiana, but the Government as well. We'll need updates as regularly as possible on the situations elsewhere."
I nodded briefly to him. "We can't afford any type of error in this...if there's an uprising in any other part of the United States, we'll have to pull out immediately. I don't trust this situation. It's too clean. How can the vampires possibly hope to sustain themselves with no humans around? Not even their shape shifters will be able to sustain a city of vampires." I shook my head. "It's just not worth the risk. Any sign of a revolt elsewhere and we pull out. All of us." I met Daron's eyes. "If all signs point to a single, isolated event, then that is what we'll treat it as. Either way, we must maintain communications with the outside world." I named off roughly eight of our best marksmen, besides the ones I'd already named. "You will remain with the Comm Center, providing the armed backup." I said. "Everyone else specialized in weapons will follow me."
Not all of us were good with weapons. Some were better at identifying monsters, like Vicky, some were better at comm centers, like the ones I was leaving behind, and some were better at research, like most of the teams that were at HQ Chicago and HQ Louisiana. ****...some of us were multi-talented. Either way...my team was the only team specialized in mass extermination. I made sure of that, after seeing what happened to my old teammates and partners.
"Daron, you'll come with me down to BL Four and then head on. Unless you want to stay at the comm center or follow Arien and Mataiya." I said, already halfway down the first flight of stairs.
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At Mataiya grabbing a hold of my hand, I raises an eyebrow. She was just excited about this as I was. Laughing softly I resisted the urge to begin skipping like Dorothy and Pals down the Yellow Brick road.
Sans the Wizard and Emerald City, of course.
"Mataiya, you and Arien will go down the elevators. Make it to BL Five and wait. When you hear the first shots, bust out and hit them from behind with everything you have."The Catalyst had said. This was fine with me, so long as the rest hurried up with the first attack. However, this would mean I had to call back my energy. I wasn't too fond of that, but hey, if it lead to slaughter, I'll live with it. So, I called it all back, sank it deep inside me again. I was rather good at concealing my power. The dagger now useless, I slid it back into it's case on my forearm. Still holding onto Mataiya's hand, I begin walking towards out destination; The elevator wasn't too far away from us. This meant would could start killing soon.
Yay for small pleasures.
I let out a loud laugh, as he came closer to the elevator shaft.We couldn't go down like a lovely spy-movie, and hide in the ceiling. No, we had to climb down the shaft. Like a fat kid in gym class. Only we could actually do this...
Unlike that fat kid.
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| Posted On: 08/15/2004 At: 01:09:18 AM | | | Reply Link |
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~Chaoseth~
I was still leaning against the when I heard something, I couldn’t quite place it. I wrote it off as the Spanish Werewolves who I saw climbing down the Elevator shaft, “Hi Guys.” I reached into my jacket and pulled out a packet of blood and began drinking it. Then I heard the noise again but it wasn’t the wolves. I walked over to the elevator shaft, “Did you guys hear that?” They shook their heads and I could tell they were ready to attack. I shrugged and then heard it again.
I walked away from the shaft and stopped about 20 ft away from the shaft. I heard the noise again, but this time I smelt whatever it was, “Vamps? Wolves?” I heard several slashing sounds from beneath me then a loud crack, “Oh Shiiiiiiiii-“ I dropped through the floor and down to BL 5 where I was met by 200 Vamps and 50 Wolves. I grabbed the Comm. “They know we’re here!” I grabbed my guns and fired and just as planned Arein and Mataiya burst through the doors of the Elevators. They were ripping through the Vamps like a pair of hot knives through butter, my bullets hit their marks and blew them to pieces. I glanced over at the stairwell and noticed even more coming from the depths of the building. “It’s a TRAP! I repeat IT’S A TRAP! They are coming strain for the upper floors!” I yelled into the Comm.
I pulled the triggers on the T & C but they were out and there was no time to reload. I growled and my fangs appeared. I began making a path to the Stairwell so I could take out the vamps before they got to the upper floors, but a Lycan pounced on my back then another and another. I tossed them off and started fighting them. I through them into the other Lycans and the Vamps as I made my way to the stairwell, “I knew this was too easy!”
There were just too many of them, “Okay fire time!” I reached into my pocket and pulled out my lighter. I was going to use a nifty old school vampire trick, Flame Control. I lit it and turned the flame into an orb in my palm, then aimed it at the Vamps who were coming at me. Then as if I had a flamethrower attached to my hand a stream of fire shot from it and lit them ablaze. I used this to get over to the stairwell and began to hold them back with the fire, but tons had already made it to the upper level I can only hope that they got my message.
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~*Mataiya Callahan
Grinning, trying to keep myself from giggling, I went with Arien to the elevator shaft. With his help we made it to level five and crouched down waiting. While waiting I found myself gazing over at him, falling deeper in love with him. Shaking my head a little I cleared my mind of all love thoughts and focused it on killing.
”Going to get revenge for my friends... going to get revenge for my friends... going to get revenge...” I thought to myself while listening for the first shots of firepower. I was excited, stoked and couldn’t wait to start killing.
As I waited, I slid both my hands down, grabbing for my two .357 desert eagles. Grinning for what had to be the billionth time that night, I quietly slipped off the safety then slid back the hammer, prepping myself to blow some vampire brains out. Or whatever else was behind the elevator doors. Fun times were always abound when I had weapons. The great thing about my ability to shift was that I could shift without having to worry about losing any weapons. When I shifted back into my human form, they would be there again.
However, at that moment as the gunfire began, I knew something was wrong. Nodding to Arien, I took in a deep breath, focusing to see where the other evil vampires were and climbed down the shaft to the fourth floor. I kicked open the elevator door, or rather kicked through the elevator door. As one of the doors took out about 5 vampires, cutting off their heads I lunged into the room. With a smirk, I took aim at the vampires nearest me and began to shoot at them. Nodding to Arien, I aimed with my left hand at some of the Lycans, taking them out slowly while my right hand focused on the vampires. Yep, it was good to be a multi-tasker. My plan was simple, take out the ones on the lower floors by working my way down. The master had to be at the bottom and I was going to clear the way to him one way or the other.
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It was finally time for the show to being. Mataiya kicked through the door, and began open firing on lycans and vampires alike.
I always said indiscriminate killing was the way to go.
Rushing forward, loosing my energy out, not caring if more could sense us it was already too late for that, I began calwing my way through the onslaught of enemies. Forgetting I had the dagger on my arm, my bare hands became my weapon. With my energy forming around them like a glove, I slashed at the vampires coming at me. The moment my fingers entered their flesh, my energy went inside them, ripping them apart from the inside. One by one, I eviscerated the enemy. I lunged for the next vampire in my line of sight. My fingers sunk deep into his throat. I tighted my grip, and felt my fingers puncture his neck, blood flying everywhere. At last I tore his throat out, laughing as his lifeblood sprayed all over the floor, and over me.
My dry cleaning bill was going to be insane.
I had a constant smile on my face, hearing Mataiya's gun fire off somewhere behind me. She was having fun, as was I.
I always did go to the strangest parties.
Then, I heard a scream from behind me. Well, I should clarify, I was hearing plenty of screams, this one was Mataiya's. Please no.. I thought, turning to see, Mataiya pinned to the floor. I ran to help her, killing those along my way. Did I mention there was quite a lot of them? Lovely, eh? As I got near, I heard a growl, then I remembered, she could handle herself. I watched her shift before my eyes. Really quite interesting. Her skin gave way to ebony fur, her eyes shifting to that oh so lovely chartreuse I've become to be rather fond of. In short, she mauled the vampire to death. Her power washed over me like a cool breeze. Her power mingled in the air with my own. You could almost see the sparks from the two conflicting energies. Feeling it mix with mine was better than any drug.
Damn I love my job.
I strode over to her, the hordes of Vampires ebbing some, and gave her a hand. She didn't need it, but I didn't care much. Helping her to her feet, I turned and faced the hallway we needed to go down. I looked over the dead bodies of the vampires, some shot, some completely torn apart by yours truly. It was rather messy. It was then I realized that I was still holding onto her hand...Err, paw..Or whatever it was. I was enjoying the rush of her energy mixing with mine. Pure ecstacy.
"Shall we move on?" I asked, looking down the hallway, a smile on my face, knowing more of this was to come. However, that didn't stop my mind from thinking two things.:
"My god, I'm covered in a lot of blood" and "Dammit, I'm hungry."
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