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| Mr. Trout | Oct 18 2005, 11:55 PM Post #1 |
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Battles had raged on all night, the sunrise was two hours away and the monsters below were waiting for the bright orb to rise and kill their foes for them. Thats right the lycans had attacked the main groups of vampires in the city and driven the best up into the tower top. The vampires were putting up a valiant fight with only half of the lycan pack surviving for this battle. Dead bodies of each littered the tower floor and the ground beneath. A disemboweled corpse hung over the edge dripping guts down onto the pedestrians that might wander by to get a better look at the dead things. The brown carpet had turned red and the untransformed werewolves held their guns tightly to their chests the dangerous end aimed at all the places someone could come down from the upper roof. The upper roof wasnt much better, vampires lay dead or bleeding all across the floor. They didnt worry about the monsters rising up from the floor. The hints of light from their glass prison told them they didnt have long to live. Fear was in the air for both sides. If either won this battle the city would easily belong to them. All had weapons and powers that made them gods to humanity. Pity they were now forced to face their mortality...and die in a horrible horrible way that can only be made worse if you cut open the male's happy places with a piece of dull glass first. Sadly that was probably going to happen at least once in the chaos that was ready to unfold. They just needed a spark. Then it came. The night sky behind the figure eclipsed because of the broken light. The lycans had little warning he was coming. The elevator's announcement had caught no ones attention. Only two turned by the time the elevator arrived the door opening with a gratuitous ding. Out he strode the black obelisk in his hand bursting into flame to tear open the bodies of the two beasts that turned to face him. Their innards now rested on the floor their bodies convulsing as they slowly died. The beasts were scared and frightened their howls filling the night as their numbers were being culled. It was Eeth, the broken hero who had come to quell the fighting. He was a Hellsing, that should be a simple enough explanation on why it was him that did such a thing. The monsters of the moon went forward at the small looking human who moved swiftly as if he was truly the death’s wind. They charged at him closing the gap enough that he couldn’t simply shoot them. The gun wouldn’t rise enough. The first one that came by got a fist in its face. The crack was the lycan jaw’s shattering as it got twisted to the side snapping the neck, all from a single blow. Eeth spun to the side his foot slamming across one of the beasts sending it through the glass window. The beast hit the ground and broke into a gory mess…so it goes. The black haired man jumped into the air and with a slap from his boot snapped one of the werewolves’ spines. One grabbed Eeth’s arm its furry grasp nearly unbreakable. It was his gun hand that they had grabbed. The man’s emerald eyes were cold when he grabbed the hairy arm and pushed it the wrong way, after a loud snap the grip loosened and he put a bullet in the lycan’s brain. Pistol whipping, bullets, skull breaking…all simple ways of killing the werewolves but the strangest was when the blade came out of Eeth’s sheath. It shined in the moonlight, his fingers wrapped around the grip his thumb against the pommel. Slashing everything that was in front of him and stabbing anything that came behind him. Pretty soon it was just a room full of rotting moon beast carcasses. No longer living creatures they were just…bodies. White table cloth from what was once the famous restaurant in the Tokyo tower was used to wipe the blood from his sword. The cloth was stained red, so it was true, werewolves had blood as red as any man. Going up the stairs was going to be a lot easier. With a flick of his thumb the empty clip hit the ground smoke rising from it as the metal shells that littered the ground added their own steam and smoke into the air. To kill the vampires up top was something he had been taught how to do for ages. The small black cylinder that was just in the rear of his coat was more then enough to slay most of them. He moved to where the main opening was and pulled the handle and twisting it, arming the weapon before tossing it up into the room. He had enough time to reload his weapon before the loud flash and bang went off. Many of the vampire’s ears were bleeding and many of them would never be able to see again. Perfect for entering and firing enough rounds to take off their heads. Shooting and decapitating blind and bleeding freaks wasn’t exactly a large challenge for Eeth. The dead bodies would be destroyed when the sun came and turned them all to dust. That was if the cleaners didn’t get here first. One of the dead vampires held a smoldering cigarette in one finger and a lighter in the other, there was no blood on it and for some reason Eeth couldn’t resist it. He put it in his mouth and tried to breathe deep. As you can imagine it made him cough and spit the cigarette. He almost vomited…actually he did vomit a little bit which put out the cigarette. At least now he had a reason not to smoke. It didn’t make him look badass just silly after doing something mildly amazing. And thusly the killer of the night returns to his work. Unwanted, unhonored and unsung. |
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