Bloodred Archan
HowlingHooves
Getting Away with Murder, Papa Roach
The day had gone along nicely, all the plans had been set out and those who needed to know knew exactly what they would be doing. It wasn't like Halloween was anything other than a kid's time to dress up and have some fun. Oh hell no, this was our time to shine! To show everyone what we would be capable of! Who the fuck cared if we only had a few dozen followers? We deserved to keep what we earned, not throw it away into the grubby hands of those pompous ass wipes who thought they owned us along with their grungy city. If I could, I would just kill them now; a car accident maybe, or perhaps a poisoned lunch or dinner when they came down to our city? Not that it would be any fun, mind you...
But then again, why should I make it fun? They didn't even know we were even people until this little group of rebels, led by me of course, started running around and actually claiming to own what we made and where we lived. Hell, how loud will we need to be until they get that we, the civilians of Foirntess City, are human and have our own wants and needs? This will work, it has to work! This is our last chance to stand up against those bastards because hell, who knows when someone else will take the stand that this city needs to get back on its' feet? At least I've got the courage to lead these people to a better living!
Shivering against the rather cold, October air, I do believe I've made it to my own destination; this graveyard isn't just full of bodies you know. Most of them aren't, to tell the truth. There are things that people hide here all the damn time, and while I'm not above grave-robbing, that's far from what I'll be doing tonight. Those pussies of scientists that work down in Terra Labs are always here dumping their failed experiments, among other things anyway. Some aren't what they were looking for, some were perfect but developed some...habits, let's go with that. I'm here looking to recruit some more members, because most of the things they dump here are still very much alive. At least, to some extent anyway. Psh, details. Nobody cares where you come from if you're fighting for something greater, so why the hell should I be prejudice against these things?
And then it hits me, literally. I'm on the ground, reaching to rub the back of my head since there was, conveniently, the softest rock hiding under the grass where my head whacked the ground. I grimace when I feel something rather wet hit my cheek, and the smell is absolutely horrendous that my tail actually curls tightly against my leg; it has a mind of it's own, sue me. I crack open an eye and I feel somewhat faint, and so would anyone else if they saw that monster of what had to be a Doberman! Or well.. it looks like it might have been at some point. It's got half of it's face ripped off, though why in hell the thing's eye is still in the socket has got me; there's what look to be a few deep gashes, or claw marks, in the left shoulder, same side the face is missing from. I swear to God, I would have shit my pants if that thing tried to bite me, but no! It just had to go and growl in my face before swiping it's disgusting, swollen looking tongue over my face. Shit that was nasty...
I push the thing off, notice it's actually a male and not a thing now that it paces back and forth in front of me. And come to think of it, why would they be experimenting on dogs now? Normally it was either dead corpses, you know, trying to reanimate them and all, but this was a dog. A very big, very dangerous, guard dog. Smirking widely, I pick up the crowbar I had dropped when the mutt had jumped me, swinging it around in circles before stepping toward the dog, which by now was becoming fairly nervous as I came closer. As it cowered on the ground, hiding the still rather undamaged side from me, I realized this was why they dumped the guy; he was afraid. "Hey, knock it off. Don't be such a fuckin' sissy. You're a damn Doberman for God's sake, not some little scrap of a dog. Come on, I'll take you home and then... Well, we can have some real fun with everyone. Get moving, Jagger!" Eh, the name was one of my dog's when I was growing up. Not a Doberman or anything like that, but that dog was a good one I'll tell you. "Now let's get down to business, Jagger. I know they've dropped others like you off here somewhere, so let's go round 'em up." Snapping my fingers, Jagger stands up and growls once, then he's off like a rocket, nose dropping to the ground every so often. Following him would be my best bet, but who knew a dog could actually understand all of that? Guess I just found an ace in the hole, so to speak.
Carry Me Down, Demon Hunter
"If you kill me, you'll regret the fuck out of it. She'll find you all, and kill you. Slowly, quickly, it doesn't matter." He smirked as he saw the axe rising, his eyes narrowing as he chuckled at the expense of the seven men around him. If only he could kiss her one last time, hold his beautiful woman in his arms yet again. "I'll enjoy meeting you all in Hell once she finds out. You better bet that I'll be there to see you all scream and cry for mercy in the pit."
Time seemed to slow as the axe was brought down, the sharp, chipped end ready to deliver the final crashing blow to his skull and shatter him like nothing else could. "It's a shame you'll all be there to lower me down without anyone knowing. Life is just full of shitty surprises. Can't wait to see what the pit has to offer." Even in death, Frag wasn't afraid of what might come. The only thing he would fear was the wrath of Amphora, though he would be laughing down below as he watched these traitors die one by one. He would revel in their pain down below, but he would weep for Amphora as she mourned him as well.
A sickening crack and the thump as something heavy hit the floorboards of the bar were the only things heard, the shuffling and clomping of boots traveling across the floor, the creaking of an old door in dire need of oiling and then the quit shutting, then silence. Fragment of the Sun, leader of the rebellion of 3019 in the city of Foirntess, would lead his comrades no longer. And it would be hours until his cold body would be found by his friend, his lover, his fiancee. Until then, the cockroaches would scurry about in the shadows of the dim lighting, mice scuttling through the blood pooling around the deadened shell that was once the esteemed Frag.
In death, he would fail his calling to overturn the city for the better. And in death he would find his true calling, becoming whole in good time to overturn the ruling Overlords of the New Realms. "In due time, my soldier... in due time." The voice that echoed among the scant room, thick with blood lust and madness, chuckled softly before a shadowed presence appeared before the body, staring down at the paling flesh, taking a step back to avoid boots becoming wet with the sticky, red liquid that further rushed from what once was Frag. "You will return to your love a new man, looking whole and the same. With a few extras on my behalf of course." The being disappeared just a quickly as it had come as the door's handle began to shake, then the creaking of the hinges as the door opened, light steps faltering in the wooden flooring before the silence, seeming to drag on for an eternity to the cream tailed woman, bags dropping to the floor as bottles broke and a scream of refusal at the dead before her rang out shrilly against the cold room.
More soon to come!
When the door opened, the creak that the man had heard so often now gone as he noticed the hinges were fairly well oiled in his absence, no one even bothered turning away from their animated conversation a few dozen paces away from the door, laughter bellowing out as the men spoke loudly of their recent exploits. Even the bartender didn't seem to notice the man, or at least he didn't care who the purple hair belonged to. Or the fangs that peeked under the mans upper lip, nor did the two sets of horns, colored purple and green respectively, bother the man. He obviously expected this to happen, especially as the horned man took a seat at the bar, ordering a drink quietly as he listened to the men, the traitors, behind him. A smirk played on his lips when the bartender spoke up.
"Don't any of you assholes come in here and think you can disrespect her! You already killed him and Jagger, why bother with marking up her too."The bartender was a close friend of the man who was seated at the bar, and still no one seemed to notice him. But then one man stood up angrily, at least the purple haired man thought he was by the way he was growling loudly. An empty bottle of booze was pushed to the floor and rolled toward the bar, where a grey, lion-like tail dropped to pick it up from the ground; the tail would have been a normal sight, had it been the normal fluff on the end and furred; it was still grey, though much darker and looked more rubbery, the end looking more like a bat wing now. Stripes of red were placed evenly on the length of the tail, and as it wrapped around the neck of the bottle the man stood, turning around with a devious smirk. His eyes were far from amused, filled to the brim with hatred, betrayal, and the want for blood.
"Look who's come back, boys! Thought you could get rid of me that easily, huh? You assholes have no idea what's coming for you now... Just be glad Jagger isn't here either, because you all sure as hell know that he would tear you to pieces for killing her." Placing the brown bottle on the counter, Fragment jerked his head for the door, the bartender, Simon, smirking as well before walking out casually, as if nothing were wrong. But of course, the four men and the whores with them knew better; Hell was about to meet Earth, in the form of the young man in front of them.
Dropping the smile as he took a few steps forward, the large claws on his toes that served as nails clicking in front of the open toed, leather sandals he now wore and leaving small holes in the wooden flooring as he moved. He eyed one of the women angrily, his smirk fading away into a grimace as he looked to what was around her neck; it had been Amphora's necklace. One she never went anywhere without. The silver necklace and pendant was a gift from her mother, who had died when Amp was younger, and the purple haired woman cherished the necklace dearly. "The necklace, give it to me. You give it to me now, or lose your head." The woman had thrown up her hands to cover it, obviously not wanting to give it up, before pulling it form her neck angrily and throwing it at Frag; he caught it in his hand lightly before pocketing it, then removing a rather large, sharp blade from his person. His right hand, and up to his elbow, was a raw, dark red coloring, and when he lifted it out in front of him, a glowing ball of dark blue lit in the opened palm.
"Who's first, then? The one who brought me back said to make it quick, but I think I'll have some fun first... After all, you're the bitches who killed Jagger, Amphora and Badriya. Not to mention me, back when Amphora and I were ready to end this rebellion." He smiled once again as his eyes narrowed, honing in on the man who had stood up angrily, though now Fragment could see he was trembling in fear. "Nobody willing to be first? Fine then... We can just play of a game of cat and mouse. It always was my favorite..." A low chuckle whispered out of his mouth as he took another step forward, screams of terror and agony ripping out toward the streets where a dark, shadowy figure stood, smiling demonically at the sounds his prodigy was bringing to life.
