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((Roleplay full story (ie:conected) ))
The moon shone a dim light upon the road as he walked along it. The broken glass glinted with reflection, and sparkeled the road. The ground became harder and more rock covered as he exited the small town he had been living in. Behind him, lie his horrible past and everything in it. Before him, came the revenge and payback he wished to cause. Whatever lie in his way be wary, for they would die. The one thing he had been chasing for his whole life was about to come to him, nothing could get in his way. A twisted smile broke upon his face as he knew that his revenge was near. Oh yes, the person who had caused all his misery would die. He would die soon.
It had been about an hour before he came upon a guards camp. He had heard about these small gates, and how the gaurds stopped travelers. The town he was going to was high security, which presented a small challenge. As he approached, one blocked the road.
"State your business."
"My business is my own, and you should let it continue as that." he muttered. As he spoke, he had shifted one of his hands towards his sword. He gripped it, and readied if the guard would stop him.
"Oh, we have a wise one over here Dag! Why don't we show him what we do to wise guys?" said the guard, beckoning the one named Dag.
As he finished his sentance,Drake drew his sword and swung at the neck. The guard's eyes filled with horror and suprise as he reacted, yet to slow. He had brung his arm up to shield himself, and it had worked, partly. His swing cleaved the guards arm off in one swing and continued to become lodged into the guards neck. The guards arm fell to the ground with a thump and bled. The stump of an arm spewed blood,and was nicely sliced. The white bone was bright compared to the blood and muscle. and the muscle had snagged and hung uselessly off his arm. The guard brung his other arm up to his neck as he screamed and tried to get the sword out. The other gaurd had ran off to fetch a sword. The bleeding guard scremed for help and mercy, but Drake would have none of it. "Shut up." he muttered as he lossened his sword. He grabbed the guards neck and pulled it tight while the guard flung his arms and legs about, losing his life and energy. He continued to lift the vampire to a good height, and pulled his sword back. The guard knew he was going to die, and his eyes were desparing and scared. Drake's eyes darkened and the man's eyes changed into shock. Suddenly, Drake heaved around his sword so quickly that the man didn't even get a chance to move.
The body fell and crumpled at his feet, and the guards eyes remained open, casting thier final resting gaze upon all it saw. He held the severed head as it bled thick and rich blood all over. With the head and body's blood, the ground was quickly saturated with blood. He sucked at the open neck for a moment, then he threw it into the air, so that the eyes looked down. He slashed up so that the head would see it's final destruction. As his sword and the severed head contacted, there was an explosion of blood. Bits of bone, cartilage, flesh, and goey brain flew everywhere, and a bit splashed over Drake's face. The two halves landed just as the other guard arived. Drake turned, and the man screamed. Dag couldn't take this horrible sight, Drake's bloody lips and the guard torn apart, and stumbled back and turned to run. As he did, Drake used his left hand to pull out his gun and shot the vampire in the leg. He ran over to the now crippled man and stood above him. He used his sword to cut off the man's limbs one by one. The soft tissues ripped and snagged, leaving horrible stumps behind. The blood mixed with the ground creating the same horrible mix as the vampire before him. Then he slashed a pentagram into the dying man's chest. The crimson blood gave the symbol a fitting look, and condemed the creture to a horrible death.
"I'll see you in hell!"Drake muttered.
The man screamed and beeged, pleaded, and tried to fight back. All of it was useless, and then he got to the neck. He aimed at the right end of the neck and started to fire. The man let out more screams before the bullets cut off his vocal cord, and continued to leave only a thread of flesh connecting the head to the body. He bent over and ripped the head off, covering his hands in fresh blood. The gore caused him no sickness, he accualy enjoyed making these idiots pay. He cast the head aside, and threw the bodies in the campfire they had. The smell of burning flesh filled his nose as he ran to the nearby river to wash off the blood.
He stepped into the cool water and relished it. It washed off the blood, and restored his energy. The river water around him turned a pinkish color for a bit, then the blood washed away. He stepped out of the water and walked back down the road. His adreniline still burned in him, but his eyes were back to thier normal blue. He'd be more quiet next time, what he had done had been too loud. Any nearby guards would have heard it. Luckly, this was an edge camp, and there was only one. Next time, he'd have to be more carefull, and quiet. The thing that had saved him from injury here had been fear and shock. He walked back to the road and set off once more.
As he walked along the road, he thought of the guards eyes. They were filled with angusish,fear,dread. 'It is nothing compared to what I'l do to him', he thought. That one who had caused him this emptyness, he would suffer. He would would suffer, then he would die.
The frail leaves crunched beneath Drake's steps. The midnight sky rendered everything in complete darkness. His sight was limited, yet his other senses heightened. His sight had adjusted slightly to this lack of light, where as before he would not be able to see at all. He had been walking for around two hours. All was quiet, yet too quiet. An uneasiness came over him as he realised something. The animals had stopped watching him, they had become used to him. Still, it was too quiet. Even the crickets had stopped chirping, and that troubled him. He stopped moving and listened closely. That is what saved him, as a bulleted whizzed passed in front of him. Suddenly a shroud of darkness was removed as lights were uncovered. He quietly hid behind a tree and stood as still as possible, when he heard a crunch. A few voices talked, and one was distinct. This would be fun.
"Is he dead?"
As the vampire finished his sentence, Drake sprung upon him. Drake jumped swiftly, drawing his sword in midair while spinning. As he passed the shocked man he spun with force, holding his sword at neck level. When he passed, he felt a slight resistance and a small yelp, quick as it realised it was going to die. He heard a thud, then a second, lighter one. The blood on his sword was a camouflage, making it's silver darker. As he landed, he quietly darted off to where he had heard another voice. He was careful to avoid a heavy step, and his sight heightened as his adrenaline grew, and his eyes darkened. He could hear slight breathing as he drew his silenced gun.
"What the hell was th.."
A slight 'phht' rang out, and the man screamed as he turned to ash. Never to finish his sentence, never to feel again. Gunpowder covered Drake's hands as he crouched down, hoping to avoid being sighted. As he put his hand down, he felt fresh, warm, sticky blood cover it. He relished it's warmth and felt alive. He heard three light footsteps running towards him, and a clang of metal. One of these vampires was heavily armored. He stepped forward and ran towards this, it would be best to take out him first. As he ran he passed the three vampire, surprising them and knocked one out of his way. One jumped onto him, and he knocked it away with a powerful hit to the face. Before he had a chance to knock it away, it sunk it's long fangs into his neck. He felt more warm blood cover his skin, and it only made him run faster. He held his sword low, preparing to swing. as he approached the armored one, he used all his force to swing up. The vampire had drawn his own sword, and tried to block the swing. It was a good idea, yet useless. The blade was knocked out of his hands as Drake swung, and Drake's blade continued to rip upwards through the armor. He felt a few bullets graze his skin, and after his sword had cut clean, he tossed it high into the air. He crossed his arms and drew his automatics, firing at the man in front of him in a spin. The vampire fell, and his spin continued to face him in the direction of the bullets. He sprayed the whole area and heard some screams. He ran towards them, and continued to fire. He took no chances, and sprayed towards the screams. Only when all he could hear was dripping blood did he stop. He grinned, and the sword fell into the heart of the fallen man. He ran over to it and pulled it free of the ground and destroyed armor. He leaned on it as he clutched his neck with his other hand.
He felt inside the bloody armor for any reasoning for the attempted ambush. He felt a small patch, and he ripped it free. It simply read,'town guard.' As he expected, someone had heard the other camps screams. He felt for anything else, and simply found some water. He gratefully drank it all and cast it aside. He enjoyed the cold liquid running down his throat, and stood up. He had just turned around, and a figure jumped at him. It knocked his sword aside, and pulled a dagger at him. As it brung it down, he grabbed it's arm. It struggled to put the K-bar into Drake's throat, but it was a good struggle. Drake let the vampire bring it near, but then it pushed even harder. The tip just barely opened his throat, when his eyes changed to their darkest state. He pushed as hard as he could, and the tip of the blade reversed into the vampire forehead. Drake jumped for his blade, and as the man stumbled, he swung with strong force. He sliced clean through the spine, and the man tried to scream. It was truly quite hard to do with a dagger in your face. He used the momentum from the swing and channeled it into a downswing onto the fallen uperhalf of vampire. He let out a twisted laugh as chunks of the skull buffeted his legs.
"He underestimates me, seven men and only one is trained!" He paced around like a maniac. This brush with death had maddened him, he had come so close to failing in killing the man who had killed him. He tried to calm himself, and finally succeeded after a long half hour.
He could faintly see the city lights as he pressed the 'town guard' patch against his neck. The bite was still bleeding. His shoulder had taken a bullet in it, but he had used his claws to remove it. He remembered walking from body to body in his craze and blowing their hearts out. Nothing remained but blood red grass and soaked earth. The ash had long ago blown away. He had found a small caveish tunnel, and waited till night, when he would he better healed and better hidden. His destiny was near, and he knew it.
It was dark. The time was almost upon him. All his life, that one man had caused him so much misery. He had watched his family, friends, everyone be sucked dry, then killed. That man was responsible. That man wouldn't just die, no, there would be something much worse. Nothing could truly match the pain this man had caused, but nonetheless, he would suffer. Just the thought of destroying this man brung energy to Drake. He started to walk on the road, towards the dim light of the city. The ground became more packed as he walked, and it became easier to see. As he emerged from the lush forest, everything seemed so bright. He closed his eyes for a moment and let them adjust.
What he could see was a gate, a large one at that. Security was really tight here. Sentries dotted the top and guards crowded the ground. Entrance was nearly impossible, nearly. There always was the option of killing them all, and it looked like it would have to be that way. He remembered his last two grenades, and surveyed the sentries. He judged that one grenade would be enough to take them all out, they were tightly packed. It wouldn't kill them, but it would be enough to get them out of the way for the time being. The ground guards were pacing in repeated patterns, so he'd have to time it right. He pulled out the grenades and pulled the pins. Five. Four. Three. He threw them and they sailed through the air. Two. They looked his direction. One. "Grena." Both went off shooting tons of fragment everywhere. The explosion wasn't that loud for a grenade, but it was deadly, if they were not vampires. It did it's job. A few sill stood and he pulled out one Uzi and quickly shot them in the heart. They had been blinded from a faceful of fragmentation, and were easy targets. He quickly ran towards the gate and entered before any reinforcements could arrive, he doubted he could take on a whole squad.
As quickly as he snuck in, he took to the alleys. He didn't want to expose himself anymore than he already had. He knew which building the man would be in. There was only one tower in this town, and the man he hunted was a man of power. He would reside in the unique building, like the scum he was. He got lost for awhile in the alleys, but eventually found his way to it. There were no visitors. 'Less people to kill.' he thought to himself. he pushed open the heavy doors to find a small lobby. Only one person was here.
"Mr.Silver is not taking business right now."
"It is urgent."
"What could be so urgent?"
"This!"
He quickly drew his pistol and killed her by shooting her in the heart. She started to fall back, the turned to dust. He looked around, and quickly found the stairs. He ran as fast as he could, adrenaline growing as well as his eyes darkening. When he finally reached the top, he saw the office. Unfortunately, it was guarded. Two guards, that looked to be trained, gaurded the door. When they saw him they started to draw their guns. Drake was faster. He quickly shot one of them, then shot the other. The second one had a chance to fire and it hit him in the chest. He grimaced, but continued and broke through the door. As he did, he thought he saw someone down the hall, but he didn't have time. When he broke into the room, there the man was, the one responsible for his misery.
The effect was instant. A hate burned inside hims so strong, he couldn't stop himself. In a flash, he grabbed Silver and shoved him into a wall. Before he could move, Drake pulled out his broadsword and shoved it into Silver's chest, pinning him to the wall. "You're mine now!" he laughed in a deranged way. "You're supposed to be dead." was all Silver could say, before Drake cut a knife into his vocal cords. "Did you honestly think those recruits could kill me?!" he questioned in his madness. "It's time for you to pay for what you did to me and the village!" As he finished his sentence, he grabbed two letter openers from behind him and stuck them into the wall, pinning Silver's hands spread. Silver's eyes filled with horror, realising he had no chance, he was dead. One by one, Drake used the knife to cut off Silvers fingers. His eyes filled with pain and plea. "You want mercy, you didn't give that to my family!" With that last sentence, something inside Drake snapped. His eyes disappeared off the visible spectrum, into something so dark you couldn't see it.
He dropped the knife, and stood still for a moment. Suddenly, he shoved his hand so hard that it pierced through the skin and muscle. He grabbed the intestines and pulled as hard as he could. There was a horrible ripping sound, and they came out with his hands. He shoved them into Silvers open mouth, and made him chew it by violently pulling the jaw up and down. "How about some more blood with that?!" As he spoke he picked up the knife again and cut off Silver's tongue and shoving farther into Silvers throat. The effect was horrible. Vomit started to push it out and leak out of the hole in his throat. A fountain of crimson blood and vomit, yet Drake wasn't done yet. He gouged out one of Silvers eyes, and watched it bleed. Not even this could compare to what pain Silver had caused him. After the vomiting stopped, Drake pulled out a vial of aged holy water. Careful not to spill any on himself, he watched Silvers eye grow even wider. Slowly, he pushed it into the hole in Silver's neck he poured it down and watched smoke come out and heard the sizzling. "Had enough?! Too bad!!" He slowly cut off all then limbs, leaving just the torso and head. The floor was a pool of crimson blood and yellow vomit. He pulled out his Uzis, and slowly shot everything, careful not to hit the heart. Still death did not take this man, it was not that kind. He shot out the other eye, then the groin, and finally said,"Burn in hell, despair and die." He then ended it by shooting the vampires head off, then blew out the heart. He was covered with blood as well as Silver, yet he didn't notice. He was numb, he couldn't feel a thing. The head and limbs remained destroyed and bloody.
Just as he was pulling his sword out of the wall, still in rage, yet satisfied, the door broke open. Ten men poured in, instantly going after Drake. He shot at them with the Uzis, killing a few, but there were simply to many. One came from his side and sliced off his arm. Drake was so numb, he barely felt anything but blood suddenly pouring from him. He had to escape, and there was only one way. Starting to get dizzy, he broke through the window and his back was torn up with bullets. The sensation of falling was horrible, then he hit the ground. Bones were broken and he was thrown in and out of consciousness. He had achieved his dream, it was over. 'No! It's not over, there will be many more like him. I have to be there to kill them!! I wont let anyone else suffer what I've been through, for that reason. I cant die yet.' He told himself, to weak to speak. Slowly, before he could faint, he pulled himself to the rivers edge and threw himself in. he flipped himself onto his back, and hoped he was light enough to float. He remembered light crimson red water, then everything went black.
 Xx_Dread_The_Dark_xX · Fri Jul 11, 2008 @ 07:15pm · 0 Comments |
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