========================================================= Seeing the Past By: ~Jeffy =========================================================
[Baldur's Gate, Forgotten Realms Universe]
(The town is very quiet today. Not many villagers roam the streets as they usually would. A house in the far corner of Baldur's Gate seems a bit popular today. A crowd of villagers stands around looking onto the incident. 2 humans had just walked into this house, and are trying to find the daughter of one of their experiments. The humans are FBI agents, dressed exactly like MIB (Men in Black), which is basically what they are.)
[Inside the house]
(The men scout the house. Searching doorways, and closets. They finally get upstairs, and find the girl. A short Drow, White hair, red eyes, clean face, long fingers She a strange looking Drow, due to her mothers forced sexual partner, which was an alien found in New Mexico, is grabbed hand to hand by both men. She fights to get set free, but a club to the back of her head makes her stop.)
Man #1: What was that for?
Man #2: She wouldn't stop. Someone had to shut her up.
Man #1: Well, your cleaning this blood...
Man #2: Negative, it stays. Unless your cleaning it, and if your not tough. Let them clean it.
(The 2 men, still holding the women, drag her into a long black car. They get into the car, and drive away. The villagers watch, and every one knows no one could have done anything)
[A secret research lab. Rosweld, New Mexico]
(The 2 MIB stand around a table, where the woman is strapped down to. A scientist in a long white scientist coat stands doing tests on her. A man walks into the very high tech lab.)
Info Seeker: Dr. Lexton. I have your information here. Just received.
(The doctor turns to look at the Info Seeker)
Dr. Lexton: Very well. Let me see this...
(Info Seeker hands Dr. Lexton a packet of 5 or some odd papers.)
Dr. Lexton: Name, Gwendel Deztuntell. Age 21... hmmm. Race, Drow obviously. Good. She is the one. No more for you to see here Seeker, LEAVE!
(Seeker nods and walks out of the lab. Dr. Lexton looks down at the papers.)
MIB #1: Um. Dr ?
Dr. Lexton: Yes?
MIB #1: She is the one. The one, which mother was experimented with the alien way back?
Dr. Lexton: Yes. You might know if you noticed Drow usually have black skin. She doesn't, plus she looks allot different than average dark elf.
MIB #1: Ahhh... ok.
Dr. Lexton: Yes, Well off with you two. Time for the experiment to take place. Tell Axtune to bring in the second half of the experiment...
(The two MIB nod, and exit the lab. Dr. Lexton continues to look at the papers.)
[9 Months later, At the secret research lab. Rosweld, New Mexico]
(A man leaves the room. Blood stains his hands, and suit. Gwendel Deztuntell lies in a bed. In her arms lays a baby. She looks down, holding it. A short smile on her face. He kisses its forehead. Dr. Lexton walks in. He smiles fades away as she looks up from the baby to him.)
Dr. Lexton: I see the birth has gone successful Wonderful. What are you gonna call it?
Gwendel: It is now what is, it is a HE, and HIS name is. ~Jeffy.
Dr. Lexton: ~Jeffy... hehe. Funny. He looks different. As I wanted.
Gwendel: You are heartless.
Dr. Lexton: That. I am.
(Dr. Lexton grins evilly)
Gwendel: Considering all your random experiments with my parents, and me I am not surprised he look different.
Dr. Lexton: He does have the Drow eyes, does he not?
Gwendel: That he does... My blood.
Dr. Lexton: Well, our system scan on little ~Jeffy reads he has blood from all of our experiments.
Gwendel: He will have my heart no doubt...
Dr. Lexton: He, as it says, is 50 % Human, 25% Drow, and 25 % Alien. The human from that poor local we had to scrap of the streets to use with you in the experiment. The Drow from you, and your mother, and the alien from your mothers experiment.
Gwendel: You are such a freak. Screwing with our lives
Dr. Lexton: Quiet you! If it wasn't for your mother's alien, Drow experiment you wouldn't have been here.
Gwendel: And if your mother was lucky you wouldn't be here either.
(Dr. Lexton smacks Gwendel. Her face shifts, and squints in pain. The little baby, still in her arms, is pulled away by Dr. Lexton. She looks toward his taking of ~Jeffy. Her eyes glistening with pain. Dr. Lexton holds ~Jeffy is his arms, and walks out the door. Gwendel turns to lay on her side. Tears roll down from her red eyes.)
(Many years pass. What happens in this time is to be said in some other story)
[6 years later. Dr. Lexton's Mansion.]
(The mansion huge as it seems, is fairly quiet small. A place for Dr. Lexton to relax is all. In the back courtyard a MIB stands with a little boy. The boy holding a sniper rifle, and taking out cardboard figures with 100% accuracy.)
MIB: Good job.
(The little boy looks up. A smile on his face. The MIB ruffles up his hair, and sets up the next few targets using a remote. This goes on for years, upon years. The little boy was ~Jeffy. Being trained to be an assassin for Dr. Lexton's corporation S.O.D, Scientists of Destruction. He bares no past. Has no clue of his mother. His father, or what he is himself.
Many times he asks in his cute little ways the MIB, why his eyes are different then there's? and why he can see so much better in dark then in daylight. He never gets any answers, just comments. Lies like "because you're special, and because you have more power". Soon he will grow to find out, but until then he will stay as he is. Training to kill.)
[New York, Time Square]
(A parade is going on in the streets below. Crowds, of thousands, and thousands of people stand, sit, and lounge around speculating. Two MIB stand ahead of the parade. One MIB blocks his left ear, and begins to talk into his jackets cuff link. Through his black sunglasses he looks up into the sunny glare of a building)
[Inside the General Terrace Building, Time Square]
(~Jeffy, in a dark long leather trench coat, looks down onto the parade, and the 2 MIB. ~Jeffy swiftly runs into 4 doorways, kicking in and out of them. He grabs a suitcase laying beside an elevator on the way to a huge double door room. He opens the door, and shots a man siting at the desk inside the room. His body thuds to the ground. Jeff places the suitcase onto the desk, and opens it. Inside a sniper rifle is detached. Jeff puts together the pieced gun in a matter of 20 seconds. Just about enough time for the blood draining from the dead corpse he shot, to touch his dark shiny boots. He rushes to the window and looks down onto the streets.)
~Jeffy: * Talking into an earpiece* SET!
[Below, Outside]
(The two MIB nod, and turn from the corner in which they stood. A black long Buick drove them away. The parade continues. A big fake computer monitor raft drives by in the parade. The owner of the company, Derek Elapsontop, multi thousand-dollar millionaire stands atop the monitor. A sudden nudge in his actions cause speculators to rise, and notice the 2 bloody bullet holes in the back of his head, as he falls from the fake monitor onto of the raft, and onto the street. His head causes a river of blood amongst the nervous speculators. Mass piles of people run about screaming, and ducking behind rafts, and mailboxes. Police rush to the dead body of Derek Elapsontop. They look around, glaring up at the buildings.
Looking down from the General Terrace Building, ~Jeffy is, watching at the havoc he has just caused. He packs his rifle, and disappears from the building, and scene. No evidence is ever found.)
[Same day. S.O.D Building. New York]
(Sitting at a long wooden table, in comfortable leather lean back seats are the two MIB from the parade, ~Jeffy, and Dr. Lexton.)
Dr. Lexton: ~Jeffy, I have heard of you great success in your mission this morning.
~Jeffy: Do not remind me.
Dr. Lexton: Why is that?
~Jeffy: The first day I kill a important person, you ask why?
Dr. Lexton: Yes, WHY?
~Jeffy: BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO FUCKIN REMEMBER! OK.
(The 2 MIB sitting at the tables look down.)
Dr. Lexton: I will still congratulate you. Good job.
(Jeff raises his hand. His middle finger extends toward Dr. Lexton. ~Jeffy now the age of 16, grew to learn such disgust.)
Dr. Lexton: We have cleaned out all evidence, BUT one person has 1 piece of evidence that can ruin this entire project. That is.
~Jeffy: * Interrupting * Code-G
Dr. Lexton: Yes, correct. I suggest we...
(A sudden alarm goes of in this office. Red lights flash. Dr. Lexton gets up and runs to a computer console. He turns to the men at the table.)
Dr. Lexton: THEIR HERE!
(~Jeffy and everyone pull out their guns and heads out of the office. The run down, long clean office corridors, and reach an emergency fire escape door. ~Jeffy looks out a near window and noticed the mass pile of Code-G vans.
Code-G marines stand, guarding outside doors. Jeffy follows down the emergency escape. The MIB follow. Below, 16 flight of steps the 2 MIB get shot down. One in the face, the other in the chest. ~Jeffy search's the 2 MIB for there gun clips, and useful door key cards. He then turns back up the stairs. On the first floor, a door smashes open, and marine begin rushing in.)
~Jeffy: SHIT!
(~Jeffy continues to run upstairs to the 24th floor. The sound of marine footsteps get louder and louder. Jeff walks into the main door for floor 24. He quickly shots out the main lights, and panels. The entire building goes black. The marines are heard stopping. They pertain to using their suit lights. ~Jeffy begins to make his way through air duct's and vents. Below marines search for him. ~Jeffy does not realize they are not looking for him, but for Dr. Lexton. He stays breathing slowly and calmly in the ducts.)
[S.O.D Building, New York. Air Vent]
{A vision in Jeffy's head shines. A women kissing a small boy, crying while being pulled out of a tavern. She turns back to the boy; eyes wet with tears, and says.
" Be like me Jeffy. Have a heart"
She quickly runs back to Jeffy, who is about 4 years old, and kisses him on his cheek. 2 big men in black suits, supposedly MIB, pulls her away out of the tavern. He turns to look away from ever in the tavern, and light tears stream down his small, cute face. "Mommy!" he whispers to himself.)
(Jeffy finally shifts into reality. His eyes wet, like he is about to burst into tears. He pulls a fist, and strengthens his heart.)
Jeffy: This ones for you mommy!
(Jeffy suddenly jumps down from the vents. Oddly no Code-G Marine roam. Cautiously, Jeffy looks around. He grips his gun, and walks to the Grey steal dented door, now filled with bullet holes. Jeffy steps into the doorway and looks down. He sees nothing. He hears nothing. He walks down flights of stairs until he gets to the 16 floor, the floor you know as the floor with the office in it. He steps into the door. A sudden pain on the back of his head causes him to go weak and black out)
[????????]
Voice : Well leave him here. He can never work for S.O.D again.
Voice : He was a forced worker I believe, and also S.O.D is done. Code-G took care of them, and uncovered everything . They took off,. well the remaining members of S.O.D
Voice : When we wakes, he'll probably be happy to be here.
Voice : Well, let's go then..
(Jeffy soon wakes up. He lays in a large patch of grass, surrounded by sand, and what seems to be an island. He looks around, and notices a large city of in the distance. He slightly giggles from the relief of not being controlled by S.O.D, and Dr. Lexton any more.)
Jeffy : How smart can those Government people be? Instead of placing me somewhere far, they go and put me on an island in the middle of a lake in New York.
(Jeffy begins to laugh again, as he walks off towards the island shore.)
========================================================= THE END =========================================================
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Sender's Escape
by Sender
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The figure worked furiously on the seals of the grate. His hand was cut and bleeding as he pried open one corner of metal. The butt of the gun tucked into his waistband cut into his oxygen supply. It won’t be long now before they find that guard knocked out in my room…
A siren began to blare.
“Dammit.”
The voice that he had come to grow and hate overtook the wail: “This is a code red, repeat, code red. Project Sender has escaped. Sender has escaped. All squads are on the lookout…”
That’s me… Sender thought to himself. About time they acknowledged my existence. The grate gave one last groan of resistance as it was ripped from its hinges. He lowered his head into the room below to view what he had stumbled upon.
Between the periods of red light and darkness, Sender could etch out the form of what looked like a various assortment of weapons, armor, and ammunition stocks.
If this is the armory, and they’ve just issued a code red… Sender could hear the rush of boots at the door. “Oh sh-.”
The door opened as several men the size of pro wrestlers run in and suited up. Sender clenched the gun in his right hand and prayed that they wouldn’t look up. Pro wrestlers… Not bad people actually. Sender had met some of them. Genetically altered to be about as large as their brains are small, but real pleasant people. At least they had some size; politicians didn’t even have that. Jeez, Sender hated politicians. Created on purpose with little minds and large egos. At least wrestlers had a use…
The room below was quiet. Sender waited a minute and dropped his head in again. All clear. He lowered the rest of his body down and dropped to the floor. Moving around in a crouched position, he began to dig into the stocks of this room. Tucking the handgun into his pants, he began to rummage around, and what he found made him smile…
“Ten more seconds…” Sender muttered as he tore into another grate. The hinge popped. Two more to go. The ground began to shake. “Oh shit.” His voice was drowned out in the sound of a huge explosion hurtling towards him. The air duct wasn’t dark anymore. Sender could hear the fireball hurtling towards him, feels the heat begin to engulf him. He kicked out the grate and fell through as flames rushed to meet him.
Sender awoke, wondering how long he had been out. It couldn’t have been too long; the air duct was still red with heat. He sat up. Thank God for Kevlar, saved him from one nasty tan. As Sender looked around, he realized he had finally found the room he was looking for. The garage, finally all of his training and specialization came into effect. Now where was Aries?
Sender searched the room and found his nine meter tall friend. Aries was a mechanized assault vehicle, or mech for short. Aries was the test prototype, and Sender was her test pilot. Sender climbed up the left side of Aries body. The clipboard hanging from her left arm informed him that the railguns were loaded, the thermal lasers checked out, and the missile launchers were fully stocked. Time to do some real damage.
Sender gripped the cockpit release lever and pulled. A sound of compressed air escaping met his ears as the canopy opened for him. Sender climbed in his seat and pulled the canopy down above him. The airtight seals kicked into place. The thing smelt like a new car, and it made him a bit nauseous.
A panel to his left started glowing with a translucent life that lit up the cabin. It beckoned him to identify the proper genetic material necessary for piloting. His left hand pressed against the matched imprint on the screen, and his right hand pulled his headset up over his eyes and mouth.
The clear heads-up-display filled his field of vision, not obstructing his view from the field before him. He fixed the microphone in place and began to log himself into the mech’s brand new user interface.
“Good Morning, Sender,” the mech’s voice program initialized.
“Hi,” Sender responded. “Status check?”
A readout of system components appeared in his HUD. As the systems were checked off on the list, Sender saw movement in the opposite end of the garage… Someone was coming.
Fusion engine… check.
Gyros… check.
Jump jet boosters… check.
Auto target… check.
A cross hair appeared in the middle of his vision.
Heat sinks… check.
A gauge appeared on the bottom-left corner of his HUD.
Weapons… check.
The safeties of the armament clicked off, the mech shook a bit. An ammo readout came in on the upper right corner.
Shields… check.
Armor… check.
A little figurine mech materialized in the bottom middle, the body was colored blue. A translucent black ball enveloped it.
“Aries ready… System can be operational within five seconds of go-code.” The computer told him.
Four figures had entered the building. They were wearing basic black armor, and three carried what looked like basic rifles. The fourth wielded a large weapon. Sender recognized it as a mini-railgun.
“Computer, outside mike on.” Sender whispered. The speakers came to life as he listened in on their conversation.
“If you were a genetic test tube creation and wanted to escape, how would you do it?” One asked.
“I dunno, isn’t this the one they made who had that super reaction time thingy?” A second questioned.
“Yeah, that’s Sender. Messed with his brain if you ask me. Always tripping over things. Has the worst luck of any being imaginable.” The third stated.
“Hey,” the one with the railgun piped up, “wasn’t he being trained for use of Aries over there?” He motioned to Sender’s hideout with his weapon.
“Aries,” Sender barely moved his lips. “First thing to run is shields. Bring them up to full power as soon as I give the mark.”
Aries replied with a low beep.
Sender moved his hands to the controls, his fingers rubbed over the various triggers.
The soldiers crept slowly towards the silent mech, guns pointed directly at Sender. The only one Sender was worried about was the mini-railgun, the others the armor could take for years. The mini-railgun wouldn’t be a problem once his shields were up, but the trick was to get them up within a second, otherwise Sender would become an ugly stain on the paint job. The guard was now yards away, Sender could see down its big dark barrel. It was an eternity before the man shifted his aim.
“Nahh, I don’t think he’d be in Aries. He hasn’t learned MCI yet, so he wouldn’t go in there. What about one of the fliers? He is qualified to pilot anything that moves, basically. What about that Apache we have? That was always one of his favorites.” He turned away and started to inspect the other vehicles. The other guards followed suit.
“Computer,” a beep. “What is MCI?”
The text came up on his HUD, and the soft voice filled his ears.
“MCI. Stands for Mind Control Interface. Hardware connects to the base of the neck to the spinal column, linking direct
Directly to the brain for faster reaction time and data transfer. Software is downloadable into brain, using ninety percent that remains relatively untouched…” As Sender read on, he moved his left hand off of the throttle to touch the base of his neck. The implant had been placed one night while he was asleep. He had found a mirror and noted that the implant was not noticeable from external observations. It was flush with his neck, and retained a color of his skin pigment. Touch gave off a plastic texture for a small circle, maybe three centimeters in diameter. “… The MCI system has not yet been tested, as it was the function of you and I, Sender. I suggest, however, since you are obviously planning an escape, that we discontinue further research on the topic until a later date. We now have adequate time to deploy shields and complete initialization safely. Do you wish me to do so?”
WHAT? “So you are capable of full speech and rational thought?” Sender was startled.
“They did not spend a trillion dollars on me for no reason. Sender, there is no such thing as national debt, it is all right here, in you and me. Do you wish to initiate?”
Sender eyed the guards. Aries was right. “Okay. Mark.”
The fusion generator whined into existence, proclaiming its intentions. As the guard who pertained the most threat swiveled around on his heels, attempting to get a bearing on the new threat, the shields of Aries crackled into existence. The globe was now green on the HUD. A bright blue spiraling trail of displaced air slammed into Aries, but was absorbed wholly by the shields. The cockpit shimmered with waves of green at the point of contact for a second, then cleared up. The shield display represented the same thing.
Aries other systems began to kick in. The mech rose to its full 9.144-meter height, filling a space of 3 stories. The legs shaped like an ostrich, knee joints bent backward for faster mobility. Each foot had four toes that functioned independently for grip. The body was a massive black hull, with only the cockpit protruding from the top. The arms angled down from shoulders that harnessed missile launchers, and the barrels attached to the arms were as large as a human.
The targeting receptacle came into existence, and it followed Sender’s eyes and focused on the man shooting the mini-railgun that was now only an annoyance. As the barrels of Aries own railguns pointed at him, the mans eyes grew three times their normal size. A shot of pure white spinning displacement smashed into the concrete in front of him, causing the guard to fly up against the wall more than 5 meters away. Sender pressed the throttle controls forward and turned his aim towards the garage door. His lasers blasted a whole three mechs wide. He pushed Aries up to full throttle and the mech speed up to 200 kilometers an hour.
They entered the open desert, the night moon bouncing off the solid black hull of Aries. Sender took his first look at an actual sky. As they reached the fence, Sender took note of the sign that read “Area 51: No trespassers.
Violators will be shot on sight.” Then they were over the fence, courtesy of Aries jump boosters, and into the free world. Area 51, Sender thought as he rode off into the darkness. Area 51, so that’s my home
========================================================= Bloody Kisses By: Garr =========================================================
{The year's 1323, November 22. The child, Garr Serlin is born, and a woman is passing... }
Ellen..(?): UGH!... Help .. *panting as she tries to steady herself, making her way to through hallway of a nursery.* Please.. . he.. *faint somewhat..as she falls to her knees *..
Nurse: Omg.. get the other nurses... and quick! *to another nurse... as she watches her run off.. she aims her attention to help this woman*
{The woman is placed on a bed and her condition is known certainly, as the women prop her up.. and gather the utensils.. }
Nurse: Don't worry m'lady. We have everything under control. *as a new bucket replaces the old one..under her.. * you are having your child now.. and we're going to do our best, so please lay back..
*woman screams some.. as the pain hitting her doesn't cease.. * Ugh!.. uhhhh ahhh! *she grabs the sheets tightly as she struggles on the leg props.. *
Nurse: If you stop fighting it will be sooner.. *as she reaches under the woman's shirt.. *
{Time passes as the woman struggles to give birth, after what seems like 6 hours, the child finally is pulled out, but at what cost?.. She feels her life slipping away, as the wounds are starting to be sealed by the nurses.. but isn't good enough for she already has lost to much blood.. wanting to see her child.. "Please.. let me see.. him"...the nurses hand her the child, as she gazes along him, feeling shocked at it.. eyes widen, and shake.. as her last breath leaves her lips.. the child hung over the edge of the bed almost about to fall as the nurse who's been trying to tend to the woman, .. catches the child.. feeling sad.. that she has passed.. she looks to the child.. blinking slowly, she does, as the baby's eyes open.. revealing yellow pupils, uncommon for a child.. she startled by it.. hands the child to another nurse....and runs out.. later few days, to be found hung in her own home, down the creekside...}
{The father was given his child, after finding of his wife's current status.. feeling of sorrow .. fills their hearts this eve...as he walks away from the nursery..with the child.. } ...
Emittia..(?): I am sorry.. m'son..
{Five years has passed since that incident, as the child unknowing of why.. his mother died, is tough by his father, a master swordsman, to have manners, and schooling. ON this boy's 5th birthday, since his father had nothing.. gives his son a longsword.. to practice with, while he learns more. After each day, of every year, he runs to do his choirs.. cleans and does more....running errands before he goes to train with his father.... }
Young Garr: Father.. why is it no one likes me?...
Father: It's not that, m'son.. most children are either too busy. and that you probably caught them at a ....
Young Garr: bad time.. tis always a bad time. No?
Father: Hah.. but sometimes they don't understand.. you maybe.. I mean.. most children don't know everyone, and they tend to keep to themselves.. until they figure you out.
Young Garr: maybe I don't want to.. and besides...when I ask.. they ignore me.. !
Father: *sighs* listen m'son.. shall we talk over dinner?....
{That night they did not speak, nor did they ever about this subject. He found it uneasy, but realized he wouldn't have too many friends.. if any at all. So he's always been depressed, and has his hair in face..as he looks down.. somewhat ashamed with himself...}
{His years passed as he grows older..and stronger due to his age, and learning to swing a sword begins to be old to him.. he walks to his father one day to talk... }
Garr: Father.. what .. was my mother like?
Father: she was a beautiful lady, fairest of them all.. and no one in this town could match her.. .. son.. you know.. that the king has been gone as of late, Ay?..
Garr: Ay, father.. I do...what do you mean by such?
Father: Well. .. you may also know that me and the Queen have a close relation with each other.. and well.. since the knights and men all need a loyal subject to look towards.. And.. me and the Queen, are thinking of marriage.. to raise this kingdom, to it's greatest.
* Garr blinks... wondering what the hell does it make him now... *.. oh.. um.. .I see..
{Garr had Ben there at the wedding, and watched it all, as he soon became the prince.. feeling a bit of hatred.. because he knew not why. As he grew older in his 16th birthday.. his parents started to decide on whom shall be his suitor.. one of which he was not able to chose.. by his 18th birthday, he was wed to the lady Michelle Aileron. Was only soon after they had their first month together, he was called into war, being the leader of the army.. he had to go. Even in victory, many souls were lost, and do to that he did not, but he was in fog...and could not see his way back...as he came across a forest. Knowing it would lead him off.. he dared to find someone to help him. The forest was Dressed with four lanterns per every ten trees leaving space for shadows.. and otherwise.. as the blue flames flicker on... Days felt like forever every minute in there, deepening into wilderness.. he has gone on too long without food or drink, or the touch of his love...as he slides off his horse.. staggering to the side. Just after the horse collapses, and what would seem to take years .. in seconds of the horses' death, it's skin shriveled up, and began to flake off... his bones start to bare, as Garr watches, thinking it's only a imagination.. for this forest isn't ordinary.. staggers onwards...as he looks around every now and then, swearing he hears voices.. keeping a steady hand on his blade.. and the shield on his arm. Few days later, after timeless leaning, and dryness, falls to his knees onto the soft soil. looking up into the trees ..as he sees only darkness... no light, except for the lanterns.}
Woman: *walking up from behind a tree...as she steps behind him...* And what do we have here?
Garr: *hearing her.... opens his eyes......slightly*.. what?.... .who are you.. .. what is this.. hell?...
Woman: No.. tis not hell. ...*tilts her head some* So.. your troubled you. are you yes?
Garr: I'm dead... I am .. not?
*Woman laughs as she grins again*.. No.. not yet.. my you are handsome, although smell bad..
Garr: then are you to kill me?.. or insult me? who are you!?
Arianna: my name is Arianna my child. And I will be your savior. if you chose it so.
Garr: Savior!? Yes.. please m'lady Arianna .. save me.. I need help.. this is endless...insanity.. I can't take much more, nor I do think i'll ever see my wife again!..
Arianna: eh.. attached you are, hehehe.. well.. wouldn't be the first, no. I suppose.. *tilts his head.. as her fangs retract.. kisses his neck softly* such, sweet flesh I do admire, you taste well, .. mm I think I will like you. *sinking her fangs into his neck...pulling out as she begins to drain him*
*Garr's eyes widen.. knowing not what's goingon.. nor strong enough to attack.. holds her head to him.. as he sloutches forward*.. you... you.. a.. vampi.....*faints from the loss.. as he falls to his side*
*Arianna.. moves over and lays him on his back.. as he stradles his.. with a giggle.. * now open wide and i'll give lil baby a big surprise...*biting into her wrist she holds it out over his lips.. so he may feel the embrace....*
*Garr takes her wrist after a few droplets fall into his mouth, as he suckles on her vitae, feeling his body start to change as he chokes.. coughing out some of the blood... feeling his heart stop.. his skin growing colder.. stops breathing.. but still sees.. ...tries to speak*.. what......what's going on?!..
Arianna: You are now one of me, as you see you cannot change that you be.. now.. a gift for this?.. mm mm yes?..*she leans over and kisses him.. as he breaks away slowly.. *
Garr: What? you expect me to kiss you .. ?
Arianna: mm.. more than that.. m'dear sweet child.. *grins.. as she slides her hands down his chest.... *
{After giving the woman what she "desired" from him..for over a week with her. He got the directions to get out of the forest.. as he made his way out.. looking back to see if she was there.. noticing not. He continues running back to his father's Kingdom in his torn chainmail, and plate armor, breaking a sweat, but due to his new abilities, his recovery rate quickened, as he sped off to get home, from these painful last weeks.. Panting as he makes to the gates.. screams out for the guardsmen to lower the bridge.. as he started to take off his beaten armour.. to relinquish him of the weight, and memories.... Walkinginto the town, as the people whom thought him as dead..see he's returned. But no one cheered for his arrival home, for they were not his friends nor did they know him much of anything except for being the prince, and being a prince doesn't always mean you are liked. His face is dirty.. his hair knotted, and filled with grass, looks like he broke out of his own grave..as he passes the guards.. as they were shocked of his return... He walks towards the courtyard..as he looks around, yelling out, "Father?! Can you hear me?.. Michelle ?... . .. My Queen?.. .. I have returned, do I get no Sympathy?....."... looks down..as he walks into the corridor.. towards his bedroom,.... slowly cracking open the door.as he sees his wife sleepig on the bed, her dressed in a gwon, sewn by her own hands.... Her beauty, jus as he remembered it.. creeping in through the doorway, shutting it slowly behind him.. Moves towards the bed he leans down.. and kisses her on the lips softly.}
Michelle: *awakens to the kiss.... blinking.. as she looks at him.. * M'love?!.. you have returned..?..*moving up on the bed, crawling to the back of it.. looking at him*.. we thought you...were....were dead?..
Garr: Dead.. I am not, returned.. I have, yes.
Michelle: .. you.. you are so dirty.. what happened to you?..the.. the soldiers that returned said they could not find you, ...and we ...feared the worse.... *tears rolling down her soft gentle cheeks, as she reaches out to him, hugging him tightly* m'love! I'm so glad you have returned to me!...
Garr: .....*returning the hug slowly.. as he .. looks at her neck.. closes his eyes tightly.. letting out a growl.. * no!..
Michelle: *getting pushed back, heart feels displaced...*.. n...n no?... what have I done?.. m'love.. what have I done please.. .. I'm sorry.. i.. did not give hope of you being alive.. i.. didn't think.. or want to that you would be.......dead.... *holds her face.. as she burrows herself into the pillows*
Garr: ...m'love.. tis.. not.. that..it has been hellish weeks, and months that I have faced...*moving towards her on the bed.. lifting her from the pillows*.. please.. I do not wish to hurt you.. I have .. been.... *looks down*.. i.. am not myself, anymore.. I .. do not li..
Michelle: *Hugs him tightly and presses her body against his.... her head on his shoulder.. making it hard for him to not thinking of feeding.. as her neck bare, out to him.. *
* Garr shudders.... as he closes his eyes.. letting the hunger take him ..as his fangs retract.. kissing her neck,, his lips persuing along to find the perfect spot for him to do such..as he sinks his fangs into her neck. *
*Her eyes widen as she feels them sharply entering her.. lets her jaw fall open.. trying to scream as she lets out a moaning slight shrieking sound.. trying to pull herself away from him* ... Garr?... garr. please stop.. please.. ugh.. it hurts....what are you doing!!?
*his hunger takes him as he lowers her onto the bed, draining her of her vitae, after pulling his fangs out, his hands one behind her head, the other holding her close as he continues.. his right hand moves down along her body slowly.*
*She struggles as she pulls on his hair.. and then. over his sword hilt.. pulling out the blade as she slices his side somewhat. crying, didn't want to hurt him, nor wants to die.. * p, p, please stop!!... you'r going to.. kill .. *starting to feel weak..... *.. oh..
*after the slice, he realizes what he's doing.. pulls away from the wound..as she lays there.. passing out.. the blood along his lips.. can't believe what he has done... screams out, "NO!!"....
{A guard runs to room as he looks in.. finding Garr and the lady Michelle laying there dead.. the blood on Garr's chin and mouth, makes him step back.. starts to run down the halls screaming that there's a demon loose, and imitating the son of King Emittia!!.....}
{The guard had called in the sleeping soldiers as they gathered to their fronts, rushing with swords in hand, towards the princes' room, to find if this blasphomy was true. They find the prince weeping over his beloved's shoulder, lifting his head the errants hold their swords out to him, fearing that their lives are at hand for upfronting the prince, and also that if he's a demon would he strike them down.. Blinking the prince pulls his love with him off the bed and towards the balcony, as he dared them if they came closer he'd jump, with her. They stood their grounds, unaware of what the prince would do..as he jumps out the window her in hand. Landing in the bushes below his room.. As he runs with her, bleeding to death from the wounds, he is stopped by the guardsmen, holding their lances towards him, yelling him to stop and put her down.}
Garr: *not even putting up a fight, is in pain of losing his love, and tired from the week, and running, all the way to get back home.. setting her down.. not speaking a word...*
Guardsman #1: Prince.....you must have heard.. the rumors.. that you were dead. Do you not?... how come you came back .. since then.. and so dirty?... *as he carefully moves to Michelle.... eyes go into shock... startled* What the.. what has happened???
Guardsman #2: What?..what's wrong Reod?.. *rushing forward..seeing her..* .. Garr.. did you do this??..
Garr: .....
Guardsmen(both): Halt..*as they hold their lances to Garr's shoulders*
Reod: What do you take of it, Strahd?...is the rumor that the guard yelled true.. is he a demon?? *shocked...and fearing*
Guardsman(Strahd): I .. don't know.. we would be dead.. no?.. *scared*
Garr: *standing up.. as he looks at the two, his yellow eyes flash a bit, as the moon lit sky shines down, making his face hidden, except for his eyes..*..Then kill me. Strike me dead. Rest my soul, as I had taken my beloveds'. KILL ME! *grabs Reod's lance and stabs himself in the stomach as he growls at them*
Reod: .. oh my lord.. *pulling the lance away.. rushing towards Garr.. as the prince falls to his knees* the prince... Strahd! help me!! he's going to die!
Strahd: *dropping his lance as he glances at the prince..... * umm.. R...R Reod... move away from him, he ain't the prince!!
Garr: *laughs as he looks at Reod.. throughout the pain he punches him in the face, pushing him away from himself.. * move away.. and ..*stands some as he falls back down to his knee.. * ugh.. .. uhh.. graa...*falls on his face. his hands over the wound..*
{After he fell, the guardsmen gathered him and Michelle to the castles infirmary, laying him on the stone bed calling for the nurses (both in their early 20's), notice it's the prince and the lady Michelle, worried of what has happened, left to take care of the two, although they knew Michelle's lost too much blood, they moved a silk cloth over her body, their skins cold with the felt of death's touch shiver down their spines, after stabbing the prince, knew it would be their heads.... rushing out to the Kings' Quarters.. telling the knights of the current status on the prince...}
Royal Knight: *opens the king's doors open as he walks towards the king, whom has heard the commotion, the running down the halls, screaming outside the windows, nd armor moving all over the castle's grounds...* My lordship, ..news about your son. Prince Garr has returned this eve, as.. you may have known from the ruckas, and so forth...
King: My son?.. returned.. .. *his eyes begin to tear up, at the sign of relief, but through the eyes of the knight, finds something wrong....*.. my son.. what is wrong with him?...tell me!
Royal Knight: Your son, is ... in the infirmary, he has taken a serious wound to the chest, by a guardsman...Reod Killian, I believe.. He claims the prince had taken the life of the Lady Michelle, and wanted his life to cease, due to it.. another.. guard has claimed he is a demon, ... I believe it was Teran Cass. He claims that the prince had blood from his wife on his face, and was preforming a ritual to the demons....one of which is has not been furtherly sought out, due to nothing to proven this as a fact. The Lady Michelle is dead. Your son is on his back, choking on his blood as we ...
King: What? *Stands up and pushes through the knight, as he rushes down the hall to the stairs, on his way to the infirmary. *
Royal Knight: M'lord! wait!.. *as he rushes to the doorway, knowing the king is gone.. sighs..as he looks down, looking at the other Royal Knight....* he's gone .. yes?
Royal Knight #2:... I'm sorry.. I would had stopped him, but in his old shape, the lord is still fast when he wants to.. *.. walking towards him.. lifting him up..* stand tall man, we need not show our laziness. What if he is to return..? heheh.
{In the infirmary, the nurses begin to wash the prince in stone tub, filled with boiled water, the wound in his chest has been sealed, cleaning him to take away the germs and whatnot should be there.. looking peaceful for this so called demon, in his unconsciousness...the king bursts in, noticing first clothe over Michelle....and then the prince's armor, and clothes on the ground as he moves over.. seeing one of the nurses kiss the prince on the forehead, as she moves away towards the back room putting up supplies, with the other nurse, speaking of how they had a crush on him while they were younger, and screaming somewhat at each other that they liked him more, giggling, the king turns to his son..then to the nurses..}
King: Ahem! .. Nurses, word of my son?..
*startled, the nurses scream somewhat at king...taking a sigh as they both place their hands over their hearts, walking out of the room towards the king and his son..*
Nurse #1: He is doing fine, m'lordship. He is only unconscious. We believe all of tonight and his journey home had caused such.
Nurse #2: We also think he will awaken tomorrow morning. So right now we must ask you if you could please venture back here, to check on him.
King: As long as he is fine, .. at this time m'ladies.. I leave him in your hands.. please.. make word with the caretaker that the Lady Michelle, has passed... and.. no toying with my son. Not in his state.
*nurses blush as they hear the king's words..and nods.. as they both speak* umm.. *giggles some, as #1 speaks* We shall do that m'lord..
{The night had seemed long for the king as he went and tried to sleep, the morning came quick, although he eventually slept. Not speaking to his wife, the queen, he moves along down to the infirmary, to see his son.}
King: *looking at the first nurse he sees .*.. My son....where is he?..
Nurse: ... m'lordship. you didn't know?.. he .. he ran away, .. they said their holding him in his room..
King: What!?
Nurse: I'm sorry, m'lord.. but.. you can go see him, I think.
{The king rushes his way out and to the prince}
princes' room. Moving through the guards.. as he sees his son, shackled to the bed...struggling, yelling them to get these off of him, or he'll hang them all...}
King: Garr?..... my lord you.. .. *looks to the guards* Why is he shackled?
Guard #1: He .. killed his wife, Lady Michelle.. and he took a deep wound to the chest, it has sealed sir... the wound would still hurt, but he is not.. I mean..look at him.. touch it, m'lordship!
Garr: I AM NOT A DEMON!! listen to me father, don't believe these fools.. I am not a demon!!
King: .. I'm sorry m'son.. *as he touches the stitched patch, which the wound has no need for anymore... blinking *.. my god.. what are. you?...*starts stepping away from him...*
Garr: Father?! no .. don't believe them.. I am your son!.. I lived through everyday training ..practicing.. I am your son!... I'm not some demon.. !
King: ... you.. You're so cold.. and.. you look like my son.. though the wound on your chest, healed?.. you can't be.. you must be.. Get this man out of here!.. he's not my son!.. he's not my..*starts to get angry.. as he stares at the (fake?) prince, ....looks to the guards* he is exiled from this kingdom.. If I see this man, again. I want his head.
{The prince was given his armor, in secret, as he mounted a new steed.. looking back at his father, as he rode off, before the king had changed his mind, the king although did not try him for the murder of Lady Michelle, he was scared that this demon that posses his son's form would wreak chaos on this kingdom, and sent never to return, for during the next 2 years his men worked harder, and trained to be ready, if this demon was to return to them, and peace was in the air, as the prince left, no other thing has occurred. The prince had found a cottage out the town of Timber that was abandoned, he took it as his own. He would lure females, and sometimes on rare occasions the males, for one cannot get what he desires, if he only has one, found before he traveled to Timber, it was obvious to the townsfolk knew he was killing them, he saw it in their eyes, but when he left, found nothing coming after him. He furthered his skills, and pain withstanding, and vampiric understanding. The queen has died, it has been two years since her death. He sought the death of his father, hatred growing between him and his exhalation from his own home. as few months past he could not take It.. he set out, on his horse, which he had made into his ghoul. By drinking of Garr's blood the steed was driven into half-life, and taste for blood, from which every other day, it needs a taste of it's master's blood, for if not, it will die. He traveled towards his hometown, throughout the sunlight, and nightfall, his resistance to sunlight groaning, with each time he's learning about himself, with, and without his sire.}
Guard #1: ..*yawns* .. my..today is a boring day eh Charles?..
Guard #2(Charles): oh yeah Nigel.. you said It.. *closes his eyes as the wind brushes against his face* too long.
Nigel: ..eh?...what's this coming up? horse?
Charles: Omg.. this late?..who could It..*the horse rides up to them as before he said the last word his head and Nigel's get daggers struck into them as he drags them by each blade on the horse, into town*
Garr: *drops the bodies in the midst of town..as he rides off still towards the Guardsman of the castle.. seeing Reod, and Strahd, in their usual.. jumping off his horse..as it rides into the gates...walking up to them* Good eve Reod.. time to finish my job....
Reod: ...?! what? Garr? *watching the horse pass him then holds his lance at Garr*
Strahd: remember Reod.. kill.. kill him* as he jabs his lance towards Garr scraping at his side...*
Garr: Arrgh... grr.. damn you..*pulling the lance away from Strahd, weak as he is.. spinning it around and stabs it through his armor, into Strahd's back*
Reod: oh.. no.. Strahd! *the horse returns as he bashes him into the gate, and continues pushing him into till his spine snaps, when his body falls, continuously pummels it's shoes into the man's rib cage, till blood is present through the broken armor... lowering it's head to drink it.. as Garr moves on.. past to the castle gates..*
{Garr, pushing the doors open, as the guards hearing it, have all, gathered to the front door to stop him. Recognizing them all as he pulls his claymore from its hilt and looks at them all...starts to fade as he appears behind the flanks of men.. slashing his blade into the back of the first man next to him. and then slits the throat of the next..making his back into the corridor leading to the kind's room..so that he can either single handedly, or multi- bladed the blade's so big he can force them from hitting his hands and arms.. as the bodies as kicked away from the steps..and out of the pile of bodies collecting at the floor.. his legs and cheat being scratched repetitively by each blade.. as he jabs them, his blade cramming into the faces of some, and deep within the chests of others. The blood of them staining his sword as he pummels them, letting out growls, of the ones he know, he's killing them, as they may know him not, anymore.. Continues as the wounded crawl to their weapons. Runs up the stairs and moves to the doorway, the Royal Guards stance as they ready for combat.. gazing at him, weapons ready. Garr looks to the one on the right as he holds his hand out, focusing on the man....as he hears his heartbeat, screams when the man's upper torso bursts open, his ribs scatter out 2 flying into Garr and 6 into the other Royal Knight, the others with his intestines and organs... the blood scatters along the walls of this corridor.as he looks at the other Royal Knight, with a grin..., " Want to go for what happens to #2?" as he swings his blade out at Garr...slashing along his chest, "You won't do me that way!". Swings his claymore as the knight turns around, slicing the Knight's sword from it's handle, sticking into the door, as the claymore moves over his head spinning around as the tip ends up in the mouth of the Knight's mouth his teeth break away from blade as it moves through his mouth spreading a crack in his skull 9 inches up and down from the corner side. Walks to the King's room. His father awakens to the bursting of the door as Garr walks up to him, the candle lit torches still lit.. places his blade across the King's neck.. }
Garr: Father.. you let them do that to me.. you had them take me away..for years....months.. why!?
Father: son??.. .. no.. your not you, you can't be.... look at you.. you should be dead..! Garr: *out of outrageous anger for his father's insolence pulls the sword up as he swing it down on the king's neck. hacking it not completely off .. as well as he grinds it down into his chest, screaming out * Does it make you happy? huh? huh? huh? does it make you satisfied? huh? huh? huh? *as the king raises his hand up to
stop him, cutting off his index and pinky finger... *
King:.. a....ah...k....G..ga..........*letting out his final breathe*
{The Prince, now would be king, wanders throughout his new kingdom, transferring all the woman and children into vampires, taking them into his embrace, although, leaving this town 20 years eventually due to lack of beautiful women to feed his needs...and the yearning of being with a mortal..again........}
{The year's now 1953, during the mid 1550's when Garr Serlin met up with his brother by bonding, Shutat Draven, he changed
his last name to Aileron, to forget his past, and to forget his family, taking on his wife's last name. They had met a stray orphan,
who was soon to be called Scarab, by the two brothers who took her as their niece, to get by with the years acting as a family.
To many years during the early 1800's the three split up so that they could find themselves what they need. The years pass, and
they never saw each other again. Garr ends up selling his possessions for money, exchanging them years by years as the
currency change. As the years progress, Garr finds him self into a few more fights, like tonight. The day is August 12, 1953, he
is standing outside a bar as he smokes his last cigarette, dropping it to the ground, a drunk man and woman walk out of the bar
stumbling somewhat as they gather their balance and laugh.. The two start to pass him as the male turns his head and laughs.}
Male: Hey.. faggot.. what time do you got? *hic*
Garr: *looking at the man, clenches his hands into fists as he speaks* Time for little boys to go home. And stop calling people names.
Male: Hahaha.. what, faggot, you gotta go to bed now? hah.. *as he lets go of the female and stands in front of Garr*
Garr: *tilts his head *.. Better lay off calling me a faggot, before you end up on the gravel, son.
Male: look at this, this little boys' calling me son.. haha.. *starts to swing at Garr's head*
Garr: *dodges it as he hops behind the guy, while he's still in mid of the punch.. jabbing the man in the back of the kidneys, as he then back fists the side of the guys' face*
Female: *blinks as she watches.. she leans against the wall.. *.. Why can't men ever jus lay off the fighting, and be women's' slaves.... *sighs*
Male: *blinks as he realizes the pain seeping in he turns around and rushes towards Garr as he raises his right hand up to punch him up close in the face*
Garr: *as the man descends towards him, moves back till he's against the his car, using his celerity, discipline, fades and as a wind circles around the man as the guy is still running, gar behind him .punches his knuckles into the guys' spine, the snap of his strength put into it, heard as pushes the male up into the car and turns him around, the man incapable of moving jus screams out of pain, as Garr locks his jaws onto the mans' lower jaw and rips it out. The blood, the tendons, the muscles, the broken teeth fall from the man's face as Garr spits out the man's jaw onto his owns car.. the man falls onto the car slipping off.. the blood slides down the curves of the car as it covers the right headlight.. he turns around to look at the woman, who is slight dazed, and can't tell what's going on till she opens her eyes and sees what he has done to her boyfriend.*
Female: oh my god.. what have you done?! *screams as she starts to run off.. *
Garr: *shakes his head as he rushes and jumps into a shadow.. closes his eyes as they begin to fade from the shadow.. his body vanishing, as he smells for the scent of alcohol and cheap perfume, landing out of a shadow that's along the road she turned on.. as he sticks out his foot, so she'd trip, hears her close enough to*
Female: *not seeing the foot, falls onto the cement as she lands on a crack that's up into the air and down into the ground, she struggles to turn around as Garr walks out of the shadow, and sits on her.. the yellow eyes scaring her as she sees them, even in the dark.. tries to let out a shriek*
Garr: *takes the sides of her head as his eyes start to swirl, looking into her eyes, as his thumbs keep them open.. starts speaking softly, because tonight he doesn't feel like feeding, especially on the drunk..* Listen.. you fell.. and I'm here to help you.. hey.. are you alright?.. *as his eyes start to burn her memories of the actions earlier, all she'll remember is being on the ground with him over her..*
Female: *as her struggling starts to cease she looks up at him, and shakes her head.. his eyes back to normal as she looks up at him *.. how did I get here??....
*moves up off of her as he starts to turn his back to her.. starting to walk*... I'm going to get a ambulance.. I think you should stay there for right now.. unless you're alright...
{As he walked off he got into his car that was down the streets... he sees she ran very crookedly to get here.. shakes his head as he hops into his car and starts it up, the light flicker on and off, as they stop as on.. he pulls out and starts to drive... grinning some as he sees the blood tainted light shine off onto the road. Reaching over and picks up his souvenir, the male's lower jaw, as he throws it in the back of his car. He decides to find the first motel he can so he can rest there.. as he notices when he pulls in 4 men are around a girl that looks like she's in her middle teen ages. Shakes his head as he starts to exit the car.. and pops open the trunk.. The 4 men start to laugh as one with no hair begins to pull out his pocketknife and slice open the girls' blouse.. as he snips her bra as well. As they continue to laugh, Garr pulls out a 5 foot bone crafted staff, the bottom has a sharpened bone blade at the end, the piper part of the staff has a spiral that seems to go 5 inches above the actual end of it. As he reaches in again, and pulls out a gold shaft, that's 5 feet as well, with golden spiral at the bottom, that seems to interlock with the bone, as a latch in the center of the shafts lock together. Pulls out two leather guards as he tightens them around the upper part of the bone shaft, and the middle of the golden shaft, where he had left clear of markings to allow the fit more tight. Rams the bone knife into the ground as the staff sticks up into the air, picking a serrated, smooth, clean blade out of his trunk. The blade is 3 inches long as it has a latch at the bottom, to tighten on the golden shaft. He places it on it as he pulls the, now, halbred out of the ground and handles it with both hands.. He begins to walk towards the men and woman, as the moonlight shines off the blade and onto his face his eyes flickering. The two men seeing the light they turn except for the one pinning the girl from behind and the man touching her as he starts to pull off her skirt and whip himself out.. As he starts to rape her, the man behind her pulls out a gun and holds it against her left temple so if she screams he'll blow her brains out.. as the man only pays attention to the raping, and no one sees Garr except the two man, and the girl.}
*the two men start to walk forward away from the three as they pull out their weapons to pummel this stranger who dares interfere... the 1st man pulls a bat from the ground, as he stops and laughs. the second pulling a knife 2 feet of which is blade the handle 1/2 a foot.. *
Male#1: haha.. look at this punk.. think the fag's this girl's boyfriend?.. heh. he looks like a fairy like what she would have..
Male#2: heh. yeah I bet heheh.. *as he tosses the knife from hand to hand.. and grins*
Garr: 4 on 1 is not a even duel. Now. with me I would see it fit. Get ready worms, before I make you what you are.
#2: hah.. *runs towards Garr as he raises his blade into the air, Garr makes a quick swing towards the males' legs and slices off his right foot then brings it back again sliding along his chest.. as Garr turns to the first man, while the second falls*
Garr: You ready, because he wasn't.
Girl: *crying at the pain, because she did not want to lose her virginity this way, the pain, then disgrace, and her lost pride as she has to let the baldy man do it or she will die, and thinks dying may be better right now.. she wants to live more than die. *
Male#4: what the hell?...*as his gun moves from the girls forehead towards the dark figure with the long staved blade, unaware of what or who it could be.. shakes a little in fear*
Male#1: Yeah.. *swings at Garr as his bat moves faster than Garr expected slamming into his ribcage..falling*
Garr: Ooofff..*holds his ribs as he gets to his knees, the man walks around to his side about to slam down onto his back with the bat as he uppercuts the man in the crotch, his other hand grabs the bat as he throws the man by the groin and bat over him, and into a tree.. standing as he starts to walk towards the man.. pouncing on him*
Male#3: fuckin bitch shut up while you get what you deserve you slut!.. *punching the girl in the face as she starts weaken onto her back.. struggles less as he the guy doesn't pull out when he has his orgasm and looks at her, jabbing her in the gut* fuckin whore. I told you to stop moving, but that's what you get for being so uncooperative. haha. *pulling his pants up and fixing them as he kicks the girl between the legs. and moves off of her* Your turn piggy. I think she'll not struggle with you, haha..
Male#4: look at the guy over there.. who is he?...*as he jus fires at Garr, his curiosity doesn't want to find out..as he hands the gun to the bald man..* if I missed him, you do him in. *moving over the girl as he starts to undo himself, he turns out to be small, because the girl is less than squirming with him. As the bald man laughs, saying, "see shorty.. haha"*
Male#2: *backing into the tree as he struggles to get him off him.. feels his head get pulled back as he Garr sinks his fangs into the front of the mans' throat, pulling out his esophagus, the ripping can be head as the man screams over and over of the pain, the bald man, girl and cop stop as they hear it.. *
Man#3: *fires at the figure.. as it stands up.. pulling out a gauntlet, with 4 claws made of iron going out, almost 2 feet, along the pair of fingers, razor sharp and serrated like the blade on the halbred.. he slides it onto his right hand. it's interchangeable, as he starts to walk from the tree, strapping the leather tight onto his hand, moves his fingers into the slots so he can control the claws and where they go. as she starts to walk towards the bald man.. blood drips from his shoulder and chest.. as the bald man fires again striking Garr in the heart as he starts to fall to the ground. right before the bald mans' feet...* my.. god.. he killed Billy and Jacob.. mother fucker.
Man#4: fuck.. I can fuck this bitch cause of that guy, now. *starts to get off the girl...as she starts to back away quickly behind a bush* fuck.. where'd she go?!
Man#3: geez.. you fuck head.. you can't even watch a girl.. what kind of cop are you..?
Garr: *growls as he gets up.. in front of the bald guy, while his back's turned to him. rams the claws into the back of him as he saws them up through the mans' body.. getting up halfway before he stops and rips them out of him..*
Cop: what the hell?! *starts to back away as he pulls his hand up to fight* you dare come against a officer?!
Garr: some officer.. you fuckin pitiful. *punches the cop in the nose as he pushes him down and opens the guy's pants.. * lets see you fuck a girl without one of these, .....*blinks*..damn.. like you could even have sex with that thing in the first place.. *shakes his head as me moves his middle claw into the man's dick, the base of it. as he pulls it out through the head. as the man screams in pain and rolls over holding his split dick in his hands *
Cop: Omg!.. look what you've done!.. my .. uhh!!.. nooooooo
Garr: hah. *as he stands up and kicks the guy in the back of the head, rendering him unconscious for now. Starts to make his way towards the bush, her scent on the two men, as he can tell where she is.. *. Come on out.. I'm not going to hurt you. .. you've been through enough this eve, so I seriously doubt you want more.. but I'm going to help you. Honestly.
{The girl eventually left the bush and came into his arms as she cried.. she couldn't believe he came and helped her, but she didn't know what to do, or how to repay him. He showed her what he needed, her soul. 2 weeks later, he was given it. She rested with him, unknowing, and didn't realize till he started teaching her how to feed and hunt, and use her new talents. as the years passed, he let her go.. on her own, as he did his brother, and niece. Her name was Kali, she was his last child he had made, the rest he didn't. He lost too much, too many.. wanted to work with one.. for now.. }
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