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(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l6eSksEp27U )
The long walk home is a little heavier on this day. Broderick has had one hell of a night that seemed to have the outcome he was looking for but not in the way he had wanted it. Both hands are full with his left hand gripping the suitcase of 50,000 dollars tightly while his right hand is able to hold onto the tape grip of his metal baseball bat. After walking for some few hours from district two to district one, the bad boy of the baseball field gets back to his neighborhood. Coming from some of the darker corners of the district, the neighborhood Broderick walks in is a beaten down half end place that looks to be falling apart by the second. Like a modern day Detroit, buildings are covered in graffiti and abandoned buildings scatter wide. Windows are boarded up with iron gating or wooden blocks to keep from having invaders come into the buildings, or keep those who are inside from coming outside. The young teenager walks to a dark green building that has an old iron and brick style building appearance. “The Avalon” is what is places over a glass doorway. The sign of this apartment building is rusted over and half hanging onto the sign all-together. Broderick pulls out his keys to get into the building, now holding his baseball bat under his left arm. As the key enters the keyhole, something peaks his senses. Looking to his left he sees a group of men standing on the edge of the apartment complex. This stands out to him because he knows who every single one of the individuals outside is. His black eyes catch sight of the matching branded markings on their arms to signify their alliance. All of them are just muscle who protect one of this Districts main Pimp and Drug Runner, Jorge Rodriquez. The sight of his men here only tell him one thing. The men finally come to see Broderick staring at them and they all turn with scowls on their faces to try and have a factor of intimidation. Broderick is not swayed by their scowls and he simply smirks and releases a sarcastic chuckle before walking into the building. To get to his family apartment he has to walk up five flights of stairs.
Broderick: I hate this place…
Broderick whispers to himself before finally getting to his apartment room 115. His hand twists the knob to open up the door and what greets him is unfortunately something he has come to find as a regular thing. On the small coffee table in front of their small 22 inch tv and family couch is a bag half empty of Mexican Black Tar heroin. Needles and belts are placed on the couch but the people who take these drugs aren’t. The pimp has Broderick’s mother bent over in the kitchen with her hands placed on the counter where Broderick’s five year old sister eats and draws her stick figure creations. The pimp drives his cock into the middle aged woman who once stood as a beautiful and shining role model for her family. One would think that a woman that is a mother of two would have some form of shame to be caught being railed from behind but there is enough drugs pumped into her that her mind is completely gone. Her face is practically dead on the countertop with her eyes glazed over, barely even reacting to the dick that is pushing deep inside of her. Jorge sees Broderick walk in but that doesn’t stop him from doing what he is doing. If anything he takes it a step further and smacks his mother’s ass just for Broderick to understand who she belongs too.
Broderick: (I see things like this and I don’t hate my mother for what she is doing. It wasn’t her fault…It’s that asshole who she decided to marry. My father was a problem long before my sister and I came along. It just wasn’t something my mother could see. His drug issues took him to owe Jorge a lot of money, something he could never pay back. So what does a drug dealing pimp do? He kills him for sport. And to pay back his debts he turned our mother into one of his many whores. Our mother used to care about us…Now? The only things that cross her mind are dick and drugs. I would have left years ago if it weren’t for my sister.)
His steps turn towards one of the bedrooms of the apartment. In this room there are drawings all over the walls from markers and crayons. Usually though the room is really neatly kept. When he walks in he sees toy boxes of Cindi’s thrown across the room and her drawer with her clothes tossed about. Broderick raises a brow and he can’t seem to find his little sister.
Broderick: Cindi? Where are you? Come on out, ya goof.
That is when the sliding closet door lightly slides open to reveal part of the young five year olds face.
Cindi: Is that you, bwother?
Broderick places his briefcase and baseball bat on her bed so he can walk over to her closet and squat down in front of the door.
Cindi: Yeah, goofball. Come on out. I got a surprise. You’re going to love it.
His right hand pulls the door open and it reveals the small child frame hiding in the corner of the closet with her arms wrapped around her legs that are bent up to her chest. Her face is puffed up and her eyes watery as if she had been crying for some time. Seeing this image on his sisters face instantly turns Broderick back into his fighting mindset. His eyes of black somehow through anger get even darker into the color spectrum and veins appear on his forehead.
Broderick: What happened?
His tone is more demanding and filled with a darkness that comes to make his sister even more afraid. But she has seen this side of Broderick more than once and knows that his anger doesn’t come to her but towards the one who hurt her. Broderick holds the door open and Cindi uses his dainty right hand to wipe away some of the tears that are forcimg around her eyes.
Cindi: It was, him…
Broderick knows that Cindi never actually calls Jorge by his name. So he knows who she is talking about when she says “him.”
Cindi: Mommy was late…so…He tried too…
Broderick’s eyes widen he is able to piece together what happened without making his sister have to fully explain what happened. At that instant he can feel the anger inside of him begin to well up like nothing he had ever felt before. His grip on the closet door tightens and it brings the entire door to shatter in complete pulverization under the pressure of his strength. Cindi yelps in fear at the explosive force of the closet door exploding so she covers her eyes. A few seconds pass and when he reveals them once more she sees Broderick grabbing his baseball bat and storming back out into the living room. Storming out into the living room catches the attention of Jorge but of course his mother remains too lost in her high haze to notice anything. Jorge looks up and sees Broderick pissed to all hell and walking straight towards him. Broderick stops a few feet away from Jorge with his right hand tightening around the tape of the bat. Jorge pulls himself out of Broderick’s mother and with the lack of his hips to hold her up, the junkie mother of his falls to the kitchen floor like a lifeless tool of a body.
Jorge: The fuck is wrong with you, chico? Finally got some balls to try and fight me?
Broderick’s body tenses up with the rage that flows through his blood. He had been angry before but this, this is completely different. Anger flowing through this teenagers body is like nothing he had ever felt.
Broderick: I was too young to save my mother from you…But I promised my sister I wouldn’t hurt you for her sake…See she still loves her mother…Thinks she can still be saved. Me on the other hand? I know she is too far gone, you’ve killed her already…
Jorge: Get on with the point, kid. I’d like to get back to destroying your mothers guts.
Broderick: My point…you pathetic sack of fucking shit…Is that you should have not laid your DISGUSTING HAND ON MY SISTER!
Without any hesitation after releasing some of his anger in the form of words, Broderick lifts the bat up and with both hands he takes one hell of a home run swing at the chest of this pimp’s body! The fat end of the metal bat smashes into the chest and the impact practically blows everything in the house outwards from the blast energy! A thunderclap whooshes passed all of them, forcing a gale of wind to lift up Broderick’s clothes as if he were standing in front of a high powered fan. The strength behind the swing also launches Jorge back towards the wall of the building in which the impact actually shatters the wall all-together! Large pieces of the building and windows shatter outwards onto the street with Jorge’s body in the middle of it all! His chest is busted wide open with blood and bones spewing outwards into the air. His groans of pain echo for about a city block and that comes to attract the attention of the men outside. Jorge’s body lands on the street with a loud thud, blood splattering out of him. His men run to his aid and when they turn to look at the now giant hole in the side of the apartment building they see Broderick standing on the edge with a now blood covered bat in his hand. Knowing that the men will fight him for what he just did, Broderick leaps into the air without a single fuck to give. While descending towards the ground he comes to flip forward with the bat in his right hand. Once he completes the rotation his body lands with his left knee and his left hand pounding onto the ground below. His impact and mass has enough force in it to create a small shockwave and multiple small fissures into the gravel street below him. The cracks expand and travel for about fifteen feet before ending. Small clouds of pavement spring forth around his body while he slowly begins to stand to his full height. Once standing he walks over to the group of men and sees that Jorge is forcing himself to get back up to his feet. Broderick is a little confused as to how someone like him could be able to survive such an impact of both his strength and the fall from the building. It’s an easy assumption to presume that he is a metahuman. Without much experience in the realm beyond metahumans, Broderick runs with that.
Broderick: Everyone is a metahuman now-a-days.
Jorge gets back up to his feet with his chest exposed with bone and muscle mangled inside of him. The back of his head is bleeding from the impact of the fall but other than the outside damage it looks like Jorge is perfectly fine! The men laugh at Broderick’s comment before they all look to Jorge as if Broderick was somehow wrong with that statement. Jorge stands to full height once more to reveal the slightly exposed area of his heart, showing how it still beats at normal function even with his body injure enough that it could kill any mortal.
Jorge: You’ll be surprised to find what monsters really live in the shadows, chico…Too bad you wont live to see any of them.
_At that time Jorge’s body comes to slightly morph! His face scrunches together, almost turning into a form of beast of the wild. The eyebrows of his face tighten and his skin hardening around the areas that get larger. Claws begin to slowly peer through the thin fingernails of his along with his muscle mass increasing ever so slightly. With this change Broderick also notices how Jorge’s eyes begin to enlarge and burn with a bright crimson hue of a demonic essence! Broderick looks surprised and filled with curiosity before he finally grips both hands on his bat to prepare for battle! Before anything else happens, Jorge releases a loud screech like an animal would. The screech almost sounds ominously like a bat and those who are within a five mile radius (Kimi) would be able to hear the signature sound of what this beast truly is.
During the screech Broderick’s right eye twitches and he finds himself surrounded by Jorge and his men. What he doesn’t come to realize at this point because of his lack of knowledge but he is surrounded by a group of weaker batbloods. Jorge is their leader because he is strong enough to reach a form of half-Bat. This is something the others are incapable of achieving so they all look up to Jorge. Because of their weak strength as Batbloods, they are unsuited for a coven or house and have been forced to take the streets into their own hands just to survive. And right now it looks like Broderick is their next victim!
The night was young. Hunger burned at her insides, running her thoughts. This thirst she felt had to be quenched. There were times where she'd done so in the morning or afternoon hours, but night time was the best time. Adalie was stronger in the presence of the moon and the starry skies. Being a bat blood, it only made sense. Like a select few, however, Adalie liked to play with her food. And by play...
"Yeah, ride that cock!" Shouted the man that lay below her upright body. Her breasts bounced along with every motion she made on top of the naked man. The room was dark aside from a few dim rays of light coming through the cracks in the boards. His hips thrust up into her, forcing her body to bounce wildly against his. Their moans were in sync as the intensity rose. Adalie could feel his hardened member beginning to pulsate within her and she began to tighten her thighs against his hips while tipping her head back to let out a loud and drawn out moan; a simulated orgasm. Out of this, she got the reaction she wanted. The man groaned, closing his eyes tightly as he continued to thrust up into her. His whole body was trembling and she could feel his tense muscles keeping him from thrusting to his full ability.
One load. Two loads. With one more pump of his thick cum into her smooth and tight little cunt, the woman leaned forward quickly, keeping her legs tight against him with her dainty hands pushing down against his chest to pin him to the mattress. Before he could come back from his blissful haze to react properly to such abrupt aggressive behavior, her pearly white fangs had already plunged deep into the soft flesh of his neck. The mans big hands grabbed and hit her in different places in an attempt to get her off of him, but she didn't budge. The more he fought the more pressure she put on his chest until... CRACK
Feeling his rib cage and sternum snap under her strength brought a sickening smile to her blood stained lips. She was working on the last bit of blood left in his body as he fought to breathe. In a matter of minutes the man perished and Adalie was alone again.
The scene was a fairly clean one with blood spatter only appearing on the pillow under the man from the initial puncture. The sheets she laid over the bed were just a little messy from the sex, but apart from that they were rather spotless. Adalie sat at the end of the bed fully clothed in her extremely short blue jean shorts and her neon pink, lightweight tank top that was slightly transparent. She'd been pulling on her other shoe when she heard it.
A familiar screech that echoed through the night air, cutting into the silence that once enveloped her. The girls slightly pointed ear twitched and she turned her head in the direction of the sound, curiosity twinkling in her red eyes.
"Don't want to miss the show." She'd say, the mischievous tone very audible through her French accent. Having already forgotten about the caved in corpse behind her, Adalie was up on her feet and heading for the door. With one foot out the door, she could feel the smooth skin of her back stretching outwards from her shoulder area being pushed by a sharp bone. The angle at which eerie appendages were pushed combined with the looseness and slightly open backed style of her tank top allowed them enough space to fully expand. From top to tip these appendages were longer than the girls own arm span.
When they seemed fully grown, the skin tightened around the bones and darkened tremendously before a thin flap of skin unfurled from either oddity. Adalie rolled her shoulders, causing joints in the newly formed wings to crackle and lock into place. And with a wicked grin on that frozen in time face, she crouched and launched herself into the air. With one hard flap her bat like wings shot her up in the sky, leaving behind a grotesque mess for anyone to discover.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x4fgGZEggxE )
The men all surround him with the half-form batblood leading their way. Broderick keeps his grip around the right hand grip of his and his eyes scan every single one of them. At that moment one of the men on his left charges forward to try and attack him. But instead of meeting Broderick, he instead feels the cold hardened steel of the baseball bat come down on the top of his skull! Broderick, with one arm, swings the bat around with an amazing speed and power that causes the weaker batblood’s skull to cave in and squirt blood everywhere! The rest of the bat blood screech with anger once they watch one of theirs get the skull caved in like a pancake. The impact of the bat hitting his skull is just cringe worthy but Broderick doesn’t give a shit. Broderick feels the foot of the batblood behind him kicking him right in the spine. The kick sends Broderick forward a few feet in a stumble and that allows a second blood to hit him with a powerful uppercut punch! Broderick groans out in pain as his own blood gets sent flying up towards the sky. But instead of easily being taken out by this kind of punch with its enhanced strength, Broderick simply spins on his back foot while moving back towards the batblood who just punched him. While spinning, both hands take grip on his baseball bat. With one powerful spinning swing of his bat, Broderick hits the batblood with so much force that he completely rips the jaw off of his head! Blood and teeth splatter towards the left while the jaw bone shatters on impact with a nearby building! The batblood falls to the ground after the impact and now Broderick really starts to open things up. With the batbloods now all attacking him at once, he is able to defend himself by swinging his bat all across his body like a swordsman would their katana. One of the batbloods tries to take advantage of his exposed back once more by attempting to punch him on his spine. With quick reflexes, Broderick brings both arms up with his wrists pointed down towards his back. This allows his metal bat to be placed right in front of his back to meet the punch head on. The fist that the batblood throws forward shatters upon the hardened steel and he screeches out in pain. Before he can take any other step, Broderick slides his left leg around to where he is now in a batting stance in front of the batblood now shaking his hand. Broderick lifts his left leg up as if he were actually preparing to hit a baseball. With a turn of his hips, he swings the bat around and he completely clocks the entire head of this bat blood! The force of his swing actually rips the entire head off of his shoulders and it quickly goes flying into the air! The head shatters through one of the fourth floor windows of the apartment complex and the batblood quickly falls to the floor after blood gushes out of his neck like a fire hose. The blood appears on his face and all over his baseball bat by the time Broderick turns around to look at the rest of the batbloods who surround him still.
Broderick: You all going to fight…or just stand there like a couple of retarded asshats?
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tVvG3X1pcQ8 )
The fighting continues for about ten minutes and all hell has come to break loose around this whole neighborhood. People who were coming home from their daily errands run into their apartments, wanting to have nothing with what is going on. Around the streets are bodies of the weaker batbloods who are resting in pools of their own blood. Now it comes down to the final two, Jorge and Broderick. The large batblood stands with his arms crossed and his red eyes staring at Broderick as if all of this didn’t impress him at all.
Jorge: If I had known you were this strong I’d have hired you to be part of my crew…
Jorge’s voice is much darker and more demonic in this form he is currently in.
Broderick: I will never work for a piece of shit like you!
Broderick’s voice is filled with an anger that could intimidate most men. He tries to finish this off by swinging his bat down on Jorge. Unfortunately for Broderick instead of meeting bone of Jorge’s skull, the bat doesn’t get very far with Jorge’s large hands taking a grip of Broderick’s forearms! Both men hold their arms up and the two come to have a battle of strengths right in the middle of the street! Both men keep their feet planted onto the pavement. Grunts escape the two of them and their muscles tighten as they try to overpower one another.
Jorge: All this for your shit sister!? You come home and watch as I fill your mother with my seed, know I killed your father, and nothing! You come home and haven’t challenged my actions once! But I lay my filthy hand on your sister and you lose your shit!? I only got so far as to stick my dirty finger inside of her…but now…As soon as I finish with you. I will walk my happy ass up those stairs and RAPE HER UNTIL SHE DIES!
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WNXsO6j0n4s )
Hearing those words come out from the half-formed batblood are words he will soon come to regret. The anger that fills Broderick’s soul intensifies and the tides begin to shift in this battle of strength. Underneath Jorge’s feet he’d feel the ground begin to crack under the pressure that Broderick continues to push on him. After a few seconds, Broderick is able to lower the grip down and as Jorge continues to struggle he looks up to see Broderick’s face right in front of his with his teeth gritted together and a vein appearing on his forehead. With one quick motion, Broderick slams his forehead onto Jorge’s nose, shattering it under his force and it sends Jorge staggering down to his knee! Jorge groans out in pain with his hands quickly reaching up towards his nose. Broderick wastes no time and he swings his bat around and it clocks Jorge on the right side of his face! The sound of the metal ringing fills the ears of people who are around for an entire block! Jorge’s body hits the floor with blood squirting out of his head. Broderick stands over him now and he continuously uses his metal bat to smash into the shattered skull that Jorge now has!
Broderick: YOU WILL NEVER TOUCH MY SISTER, YOU WASTE OF SHIT! YOU PUNK BITCH MOTHERFUCKING ASSHOLE CUNT FUCK!
Swing after swing, Broderick takes his anger out on the now pulverized skull forcing blood and brain matter to be flung everywhere. The metal bat he uses is now drenched in crimson red blood, creating a large mess around them all. Each impact causes Jorge’s still body to jerk and twitch from the nerves of his body. Once Broderick is finished he looks down to see no piece of Jorge’s face left. He drops the bat for a moment to reach down and look at Jorge’s fingers. One by one, Broderick uses his strength to rip each individual finger off of his body and actually toss them to the side! Getting done with that, the young teenager grabs his bat once more and begins to walk back towards the apartment. Before he can get inside the building, there is a sound in the street that comes to catch the boys attention.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YSPmI-K8mx0 )
Broderick slowly turns around and what he sees is something that causes his eyes to widen and his jaw to practically drop. The sounds of bone being snapped back into place and skin being healed is something the young teen does not need to hear. For the next few seconds his grip around the bat gets tighter and tighter because of this sight. Before he can even piece this whole scenario together he has to watch as each man he thought he had come to kill is now getting back to their feet.
Broderick: What the fuck?
He says to himself. The blood remains on the floor around them but now each of them is standing and filled with evil grins as if this was the general plan this entire time.
Jorge: Like I said, Mijo…You don’t know what monsters really hide away in the shadows…Get him…
And with that order it seems like all of the weaker batbloods are now getting serious! Screeches fill the neighborhood in that moment and all of them begin to charge for Broderick as a unit instead of what he had just seen of individuals!
The source of the familiar screeching was actually surprisingly close to Adalie's original location. The flight took all of 5 minutes. The female bat blood silently came onto the scene with curiosity in her eyes. Nothing was heard from her but the light sound of her bat wings as she shook them out lightly before they pulled in towards her back and morphed back into her torso and out of sight. Not a word came from her as her red eyes scanned over the slummy area, though a sick smile crawled across her face. What she saw was actually quite exciting for her. A young man that smelled nothing like a beast blood or metahuman taking on a group of men that wrecked of bat blood pheromones, drugs, and old bodily fluids. Adalie's nose wrinkled softly at the smells and she exhaled softly. The only scent she found herself able to withstand and actually thoroughly enjoying at the moment was...
Adalie's deep red gaze was locked on the young male with the baseball bat. Such an odd weapon for an oddly brave individual. But to her surprise he handled it well. Left and right he was crushing the skulls of the lesser bat bloods. All of the bloodshed made her skin crawl in the most delightful of ways. Adalie's small, bubblegum pink tongue slipped from her lips and she brought it across her upper lip slowly. Her hunger was returning. Not because of the bloodshed of her brethren, but because she felt the urge to take the bat wielding fighter into the nearby apartment complex for a taste. She could even feel her panties getting wet from the excitement she felt as she watched him struggle with what seemed to be the stronger of the group; most likely the leader. And what a heated conversation! What a show! Adalie, who'd been standing in the tree, lowered herself. Her knees bent slowly as she leaned forward an inch or so until her plump little bottom touched the tree branch. As more weight was put on her hind end, she'd gently kick one leg out after the other so that she was finally seated on the sturdy branch with her smooth legs dangling down below. The tree she was located in was on the other side of the road near the brutal bludgeoning of the leader by a very upset baseball bat wielder but was also a few inches back to where he'd have to actually turn and look in her direction to see her. If anything, he'd probably be able to feel her eyes digging into him. If his hearing was good enough he could hear the light creaking of the branch she was on. Other than that she stayed completely silent.
As Broderick turned to walk away, Adalie raised a brow. The perplexed woman leaned forward a bit, wondering why he'd leave them there like that and where he even thought he was going. Was it possible that he didn't even know what he'd gotten himself into? Moments later, his reaction brought he answer. As each and every 'defeated' opponent began to piece themselves together and stand in their own bloody puddles, the guy seemed a little disturbed and fairly surprised while the bat bloods looked smug. Adalie straightened in her seat, ready to watch the demise of what she would have considered a 'good time'. He was the first of many to genuinely have caught her attention. His scent, his odd bravery, his weapon choice....his collar bones. Another chill traveled through her and she bit down on her lower lip softly. She had to have him.
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In the midst of the Batbloods their bloodthirsty stench filled the air to those who could smell it. To the individuals who could smell this stench they’d hate it. it burns the nostrils and it irritates the brain, almost prone to give one a headache. In this particular case in the room of a particular household a few blocks down from the terrible event going on a window was open witch revealed a pale light through it’s window. The curtains of the window blew and swayed in the wind and inside of the room a raven haired boy would’ve pushing up his body with only one finger. As he did, beads of sweat would’ve begun too drip down his face, as he’d started this routine when the sun was still up much earlier in the day. Switching up from hand to hand, from finger to finger. Strengthening the tiny little digit muscles as much as the big ones. However the raven haired male furrowed his brow in irritation. The stench of something familiar he’d recently dealt with began to irritate him….the smell of bats. He growled, pushing himself up off of the ground into a squat. He sniffs the air a couple more times before he growls and shakes his head.
Cho: That stench. I hate that stench. Stupid batbloods….i sound like a racist. Hm.
He ponders weather or not it’s racist to want to kill a race that kills people. “is that wrong?” He wondered, but it took a back seat to the fact that more of these things were parading around the city. Were they rolling with Chad? He was a lesser batblood so it’s not possible for him to turn people…right? He looked at the wicken books the witches had left him to read concerning supernatural creatures and he’d double checked. He never forgot anything so he was certain this was a new thing. Still he had to be ready. The night was young, but that didn’t stop him from putting on his brown leather jacket, with his jeans, a white v neck, and white tennis shoes! Cho opened up his window and leapt form it! his arms spread wide, and his feet bent, knees to his chest as he fell down the 5 stories, landing in a squat, before leaping up again to rev up the hovercyle he called his own! The jet engine roars loudly before Cho revs the sucker up and takes off into the night!
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7yAUqWamto&index=94&list=PLYNBny7IRlVnrGC-RuQIVVorxDUTCk6dV )As he did so he’d follow his nose, and for a Wolfblood? The nose, knows. Driving his bike, now being down the street from the action the hostile crowd came into sight! The instant he could even “see” the batbloods his eyes lit up to a crisp yellow color and he activated the emergency break on his hovercycle! In doing so his body catapulted from his bike! His arms flailed out beside him, and as they were his jet black claws popped from his finger tips! His fangs began to show as well, a tad os saliva hanging from his lip to demonstrate his ferocity! A roar echoing from the bowls of his throat to spit out and turn all of the attention from the male with the baseball bat to himself as the moment some of the batbloods looked up towards him-
CRASH!!!
Cho lunged his claws into the collar bones of one of the batbloods he’d crashed down on! His body mounted on top of the yelping batbloods he’d quickly throw his lower body over and forward only to toss the batblood on the end of his claws towards the other end of the street! Cho stood there in the center snarling before he composed himself, looking around and smiling with fanged teet.
Cho: I knew I hadn’t seen the last of you bat blooded freaks! That’s okay…I just killed one the other week! Let me introduce you to my handy dandy boomst-
When Cho reached for his modified shotgun it wasn’t hanging form the holster on his belt. He patted his waist for a moment before questioning just where the hell it could’ve went off to but then he thinks back to the moment before he left. The shotgun was sitting on Cho’s bed, a dramatic tear rolling down the gun’s face from being left behind! Cho then became rather…silent. Letting the embarrassment set in that the only weapon he’d had to actually kill these things was gone. A grim blueish color spread over his face and his lip pouted, he let out a low sigh of irritation and sorrow.
Cho:...I don’t suppose you gentlemen want to talk this out over some bloody mary’s.
As usual they never do as cho was attacked! The batblood spiraling and sprawling towards them as it was in their nature to do so. No matter who you were or how close you were, Batbloods and Wolfbloods will always do battle, any time, anywhere. Cho raised his guard up when one of them came at him from the frontal position! Cho raised his leg to his chest and boot kicked the batblood in the gut with enough force to make him vomit! Cho then sniffed the air only to turn his body around slightly, to raise his forarm and let a pipe come into contact with his Dynainium gauntlet, blocking it before he slammed his elbow into his attackers arm! Disarming him on instinct, the same Batblood who’d vomited came at Cho once again, only to receive a boot kick to the chest this time! The Batblood behind him swung at Cho, only for him to deal the punishment with this round. Cho grabed the opposers arm, and tucked it beneath his armpit. Cho then lifts the limb up, breaking it from the elbow joint, only to then completely turn around and backhand the batblood! Cho then turns around to have another one claw at him and with a raised hand Cho slaps the hand of his attacker down towards the ground, only to rotate his own body clockwise and drive his fist into the back of the batloods neck!
Cho: You guys are ASS! Lucky I don’t have to pull any punches or this would be boring!
Cho however looked around and the vast majority of what could be considered this crowd began to swarm him! In real time you don’t’ get time to fight every enemy off one on one but who even said that’s what Cho was expecting? He’d become so proficient at fighting crowds, it looked like some form of savage art, as Cho got jumped, paraded, and ganged up on by the batbloods, but the young wolfblood, lashed out with his hands, feet, elbows, and knees, escaping grapple galore, and breaking some of the necks of his advisories with well-timed punches and good counters! He’d keep this up while yelling out to the man with the bat to see if he was okay!
The situation looks to put Broderick in the corner. That is until the sound of a young teenage like Broderick makes his way onto the scene. The loud crashing entrance is followed up with harsh words and claws to match the tone. When this guy mentions “bat bloods” Broderick quite frankly has no idea what on Earth this guy is talking about. He raises a sharp brow waiting to see what he does. This guy goes on to announce that he has killed one of these things and he plans to do it again. Things take an unfortunate turn when he reaches for his weapon only to find that it isn’t there. Because of his lack of weaponry and his words, many of the batbloods go running for Cho instead of Broderick. Little does the bat wielding teen know, it weighs heavily on the fact that Cho is a wolfblood; yet another beast that Broderick has no knowledge of.
Broderick: He deserves to get torn to shreds for that dumbass stunt…
The tone he uses is blank and lacking of empathy. This just goes to show how cold of a person Broderick really is. He looks over to his left to see Jorge and some of his men still standing tall as if they feel like they will win this because of their powers.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2OeuazoCI6g )
Broderick’s grip around his bat gets a little tighter and he begins his walk straight towards Jorge. The half form batblood takes note of Broderick’s pressing motion and he points for his men to take care of him. At this point Broderick is more annoyed at the persistence that these men continue to have and their lack of willingness to just lay down and die. This brings Broderick’s actions to become much more brutal. As one of the batbloods leaps at him, hoping to grab him completely by his chest. Broderick catches the man by his throat with his left hand. Broderick releases a grunt from his mouth as he makes the catch. Just by grabbing the throat he completely crushes the windpipe of this batblood and it forces it to spew blood out of his mouth and onto Broderick’s shirt. At that time a second and a third come rushing towards him and Broderick simply smirks. He sees that the batblood running towards his right is moving faster than the one on the left. Because of this, Broderick pulls his left arm back slightly before he launches it like a left jab punch! The skull of the batblood that he caught smashes into the face of the charging bat blood! The impact of both skulls creates an image of blood, bone, and brain matter that just flies outwards everywhere like a firework! The two batbloods screech out in pain before their mouths are flooded with the meat of their own heads. Continuing his momentum, Broderick spins around and swings hit bat around in the same fashion of a spinning backhand punch! His metal bat swings around and with his back facing the next charging batblood the sound of metal hitting skull echoes with an eye cringing sound. The third batblood is hit and blood spews from his skull while he hits the ground. But with his back facing his enemies, Jorge charges forward with a lowered right shoulder and just drives his body weight into Broderick’s body!
Broderick: GRAH!
Broderick is sent straight to the ground with his chest sliding against the pavement. As the hit occurs Broderick also loses grip of his baseball bat. But even without his precious weapon Broderick quickly gets onto his feet. With his vein on his forehead appearing once again Broderick gets to his feet and hits Jorge with a powerful right cross punch! Jorge’s head whiplashes to his right with blood flying out everywhere. Jorge follows this up with right hook of his own and Broderick’s left cheek takes the full force of that attack! KRAATHOOOM! KRATHHOOOM! KRATHOOOM! One after the other these two massive males swing their arms with everything they have! If anyone were watching they’d see Jorge take and give punches and Broderick equally matching the punches thrown.
Jorge: Why won’t you fucking fall!
Broderick simply laughs as his face mouth drips with blood from being punched. After he yells that out, Broderick fires a powerful left handed uppercut that shatters into Jorge’s jawline! Blood and sharp canine teeth fly up into the air and Jorge is sent staggering back a few feet. Broderick keeps that cocky grin on his face but because he spent so much time focusing on Jorge he didn’t notice that the batbloods he had fought previously are now healed again. One of them appears out of nowhere to hit Broderick on his right cheek with a bone shattering flying kick! Broderick’s entire upper body moves to his left after being hit so well on and his blood splatters onto the ground. The second and third attack him from behind, both kicking Broderick’s knees inward and the sound of his legs practically snapping can be heard through the entire block. Even with his durability the kicks have enough strength to get Broderick down on his knees and he places his left hand on the pavement. He grits his teeth and the blood his mouth is releasing covers the once pearly white teeth of his. Black eyes look back up and they see Jorge’s fist coming straight for him! In that singular moment, Jorge blasts Broderick with an uppercut straight from hell! The teens head snaps back with blood swinging up into the air with small mixes of saliva. The strength of the punch is so heavy that it actually lifts him up into the air! His arms are out wide and his legs flail as he flies through the air after being punched. The next thing he feels is his back crashing onto the bark of a nearby tree! His body hitting the thick bark causes the leaves on said tree to ruffle. The tree does not fall but Broderick’s mind is so hazy after the punch that he doesn’t even see the female batblood that keeps herself perched in the tree. This is something no one would really miss but Borderick’s mind is so focused on the fight and staying alive that when he lands on his feet he doesn’t even look up. The female above him would be able to see him and smell the blood that drips from his injuries. At this point Cho asks how Broderick is doing and with his eyes getting lost in the void of darkness within them, Broderick slowly moves his head to the left to release a loud cracking sound. His face is completely covered in both batblood and his own blood. Looking out to see Jorge and his men, the young teen releases a cocky “Tch” sound and he gets his back off of the tree. His fingers slowly fall up into fists and he is ready to get back into things!
Broderick: I’m doing just fine…
III[]
Cho: JUST MAKING SURE!!!!
Cho would’ve taken a few steps back from the onslaught of the crowd he’d been in! his guard up, Cho bobbed his upper body from left, to right, and left again, to avoid getting hit with objects now being thrown at him such as car tires, trash cans, and even glass bottles. Man these Batbloods weren’t shy of using weaponry that was for sure.
Cho evaded them long enough before a Batblood came from behind him and took him by the neck! He began to try and Choke the living life out of Cho for everything he was worth, but then Cho gritting his teeth for some kind of air started to move backwards a bit, to see if he could reverse the scenario! He found this harder to do since another was coming at him with a 2x4 they’d ripped off of an apartment window! Cho’s eyes widened and using what space he could, he’d wait right until the man was about to strike him from above and then with the quickness of a flash of light Cho’s right leg sprang up from the ground, kicking the base of the piece of wood out from the batbloods hand! Cho used that same leg, only to pivot off of the ball of his left leg and throw a side kick into the batbloods neck! A loud *SNAP*emitting from his throat!
Cho would’ve dropped to his knees his arms above his head and still in grip of the batblood who’d had him trapped previously! Cho would’ve then stood up, turning around, and pulling his arms form his grip only to spread his arms out and bring them together to slap the batbloods ears! Disoirienting him and causing him to loose balance before Cho then reached at the base of his opponents torso, pulling his shirt over the batloods head and holding it in place! The batblood male struggled to get Cho’s grip from off of his shirt, as he couldn’t see shit! Cho turned around to the sound of moving foot steps only to draw his left leg up and chamber his knee to his chest, as he turned around and lashed the back of his left heel against the face of not one but TWO batbloods, stumbling them back enough for Cho to go back to what he was doing! He held the batbloods shirt with his right hand and started raining blows atop of the batbloods head with his right hand! Punches, to elbows, and back again before blood stains began to soak the shirt showing just how hard Cho threw ever punch and to end it Cho over the shoulder tossed the batblood into a herd of metal trash cans!!
Cho stepped back, and yelled out beating his chest a little bit in triumph only to be tackled to the ground! Cho found himself victim of a full mount here! As the batblood raised his fist to strike, Cho shot his right hand up, and using the claw from his index finger and his thumb, he’d pierce the flesh of the batbloods neck! Literally holding his windpipe like a piece of lickerish before he reared his right hand back, ripping it’s throat out and causing a loud bubbly gurgling sound to emanate form it’s throat! Cho rolled over and got him up and off of him before getting up to his feet! His guard immediately shot back up when the crowd began regenerating and coming right towards him again! Cho took a different approach this time. Opting to instead of being offensive play defensive! Batblood came in with a left and right cross, and Cho immediately dipped down in a duck to grip the vulnerable ankle, lifting it up into the air, and cracking it, snapping it and the tendon of the heel, before slinging him to the ground and kicking him away!
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Cho then throws out a right and left haymaker, both in less than a second, meeting their marks on the jaws of batbloods on his left and right side. One batblood lunged at him from the air, but Cho with only a step to take backwards before his back hit a wall, reared his left arm back and smashed his elbow into the batbloods jaw! As the batbloods body floated to the right, Cho used his speed to step to the right and turning his upper body he’d throw an overhead right handed hammer fist into the back of the batbloods skull, causing it to hit the ground and bust wide open!
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The crowd began to pile up on Cho as he was backed into the corner! His hands up forcing him to block and dodge whatever hits he could. Even being forced to take a few hits, eating the impact of the attacks until one of them slipped up and gave him an opening. And sure enough one of them did! A Batblood came running form Cho’s right side, fangs out looking to sink his teeth into the Wolfblood! Cho’s eyes darted over to his position and while his mouth was wide open, Cho stuck his right hand out, grabbing the left side of the batbloods face, with his claws imbedded into it’s skull and his thumb inside of the batbloods mouth, forcefully holding the jaw open, Cho would’ve converted his opponents running momentum into a wrecking ball, slinging the body from right to left in a sweep, forcing the crowd that was once in front of him to all scurry and be pushed to his left side!
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As this happened Cho slipped to the right side and had some now open space. He pondered just what the hell he was going to do in this scenario. He could call for back up from the KPD but they aren’t even equipped to Kill a batblood. Cho could make a break for it but he’d have to leave the other guy by himself and he wasn’t about to do that! He was stuck! He’d need to call someone or something! Maybe he could get in contact with Connor or Kin…but the way these guys keep getting up Cho can’t get a moment to breath here! He needed to think! Needed to plan! He needed Time, time he couldn’t get here!
Cho: HEY PAL! YOU WOULDN’T BE INTERESTED IN A TACTICAL RETREAT WOULD YOU?!? Not like we can actually KILL these things!!!
Cho held his guard up as the Batbloods continued regenerating and getting up! Cho was honestly one more scratch away from getting into one of these cars and running these sons of bitches over until they were complete mush!
With the male bat bloods inching closer to Broderick, Adalie was becoming antsy. She didn't want to jump in the middle of such a big fight for a fling, but she could hear his strong veins pumping blood and adrenaline through his muscular body. Her throat ached to feel his warm blood and her tongue longed to taste him. It was an odd attraction. Something she'd never experienced so strongly. As the bat blood was on the edge of her seat a horrendous stench abruptly flowed into her small nostrils. Her button nose crinkled up and she cringed hard. Yet another familiar scent, but this one was one that most of her breed despised. A wolfblood's scent could almost be used as bat blood repellent, in her opinion. Almost.
With a hand up over her mouth and nose, hiding the utter look of disgust on her face Adalie would turn her attention to the young male that interrupted the potential crime scene. He seemed to have the bark and the bite. At least until he reached for whatever was supposed to be on his side. The look on his face earned a gentle snicker from the woman in the tree. With majority of the other bat bloods attention being turned to the newcomer, Adalie felt her muscles relax a bit.
"Wonderful timing." She'd murmur softly while shifting her red eyed gaze back onto a dissatisfied looking Broderick. 'Less of a fight for me to deal with. More energy for later~' She'd purr within as the fight continued.
The first bit of blood that came from Broderick during the scuffle instantly sealed the deal. Such a wondrous scent!
'Delightfully enticing~'
As time passed and more of his blood was spilled, she found herself growing more and more impatient. Her hunger for him was strong and getting stronger. Before Adalie could make the decision to swoop in and pounce, Broderick was sent flying back into the very tree she was spectating from. The strong trunk shook from the impact but stayed standing as he lay there and gathered his bearings. Surprisingly, she hadn't been spotted. Yet.
As Broderick rose from the grass, Adalie leaned herself forward slightly. Both hands were now gripping the bark between her legs with her sharp nails digging deep. Her now spread legs were pulling up so that the soles of her shoes rested against the branch as well. The woman lowered her head and everything seemed to slow down. Her powerful legs launched her forward at a slight angle so she'd be coming right at him while his back was to her. If he couldn't detect her or react fast enough, the female would plow right into his back and wrap her arms tightly around him, aiming to take him down to the ground.
If her tackle attempt was actually successful, her arms would tighten around his muscular body and she'd inhale deeply, taking his scent in once again. Just the smell was intoxicating. Her fangs would grow out a few inches and, whether he fought or not, if he wasn't able to get away or get her off she'd press her fangs into the soft flesh of his neck.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g-YOTNArDtY )
Broderick is ready to keep this fight going but instead of battling these freaks who have been on him the entire time, there is yet another being out here who wants his hide! Ever so suddenly he feels the light weight of another person jumping down on his back. His reaction is to turn around and get whatever jumped on him off of his back. But as he does this, he actually exposes his neck even more! The next thing he feels is the sharp teeth of this female bat blood plunging through his skin! His skin rips open under the strength of her bite and he quickly snarls out in pain with his mouth up towards the sky.
Broderick: GRAAH!
As he roars out in this pain, his body however barely even moves! That quick snarl comes in quickly fades just as fast. His body tenses up from the bite and like a snake bite he can feel the venom of her bat blood DNA getting into his blood stream. Bat Bloods are like a plague and the cirus of her DNA quickly seeps deeply into his blood. The woman biting him is a High level which forces a more pure strain of the bat blood virus into his system. The blood that leaves his body is sucked into her mouth like a drug fiend. From the puncture wounds his blood also spills out passed her mouth and down the muscular chest of his. If Cho saw this he’d see how Broderick is fighting to even keep standing which would show a true test to his strength to be able to stand from a high bat blood bite. Even with his arm shaking from the venom that is now coursing through his veins, he lifts his right arm up with all his veins appearing, showing the strain his body is currently going through. As he lifts his arm he’d attempt to grab a handful of hair of the female who is focused on getting every drop of his blood inside of her. If he did grab her hair she’d feel the strength of his try to unlatch her teeth from his skin, even if that meant ripping his neck even further open.
Broderick: Get the fuck off of me….
His voice is surprisingly calm but before he can get any traction with pulling her away from him, some of the other weaker bat bloods try to follow her lead! With his eyes trying to keep focus on her, he doesn’t see a weaker bat blood dive and have their rabid teeth latch right into his shin! The sound of his bone snapping under the enhanced bite of this bat blood echoes through the street and Broderick groans out in pain once more. The teeth rip through the bone and the muscles of his left leg and blood quickly gushes out of the exposed limb. Even though weaker bat bloods cannot cause a bat blood metamorphosis, the virus of its DNA still aids and increases the potency of the higher bat blood who continues to suck his blood. Within a matter of seconds Broderick becomes covered with multiple other bat bloods who latch onto his body to take hi sblood! The smell of his blood is somewhat enticing to the other beasts here and there wouldn’t be a known reason as too why. Cho would notice that odd behavior in the bat bloods, making this scene seem even more out of whack than it already is. After being bitten in so many areas, Broderick can’t help but be forced to the ground where he is hidden underneath an entire mound of bat bloods with the Higher Bat Blood still on his back. He looks out a few feet in front of him to see Jorge laughing as he watches Broderick basically be eaten alive! But in that moment of despair and what looks to be a total loss, Broderick can feel something change. His body begins to feel extremely hot as if he were on fire. Up in the night sky there would be a shift in the clouds. It wouldn’t be heavily noticeable because of the darkness but the clouds actually begin to get closer together, creating one large conjunction of clouds. If anyone actually came to notice, the cloud created in the sky would look very ominous towards the appearance of a face. That is when Broderick hears a voice appear in his head.
???: Rise my son…Your time of awakening has arrived…RISE!
Lightning cracks through the sky, emanating from the central cloud that has the appearance of a face! Just as the lightning dances across the night sky, Broderick’s black pupils dilate and the entirety of both eyes become completely black. Those who are sucking on his blood would come to feel an extreme heat come over their mouths. And because of Bat bloods weakness to high level temperatures of heat, most of them would be unable to stay on his body for much longer! Smoke appears to be released out of the wounds that his body has and the sound of bone cracking and reshaping echoes for every one of them to hear. Broderick grunts and groans in pain with his body stretched out on the ground. Broderick forces himself up to all fours and with his teeth grinding and his jaw clenched he feels like his entire body is going to explode. And that is exactly what happens. Without so much of a warning, Broderick’s body erupts and releases a powerfully vibrant bright red aura of energy! Gale force winds funnels up through the aura. At the moment of the eruption, all the bat bloods that are around him would be launched backwards in the same fashion as if they were caught in the middle of an actual explosion. The aura engulfs his entire body but it doesn’t have a burning effect to the ground around him. It simply is a representation of the energy inside of Broderick manifesting itself outwards to create this aura appearance. Broderick slowly gets back to his feet and even he looks shocked to see what has happened. He looks down at his hands and he looks himself over for a moment. Even though he looks the same he can’t help but feel like a completely different person.
Broderick: What the hell happened to me?
Many of the bat bloods see the aura and start to slowly creep back. At the same time that all of this is happening, Cho continues to fight off the other bat bloods who didn’t try to take Broderick’s blood. The lack of “Killing blows” puts Cho on edge and the possible idea of retreat. But before Broderick can respond with a way for him to try and convince Cho that they should stay and fight, an outside source.
???: Retreat? Why would you do that? Things are just getting started…
The voice of this mysterious male is extremely deep and almost too calm for the sake of the normal mind. When Broderick turns around he sees a very muscular and tall male walking towards them. His body is covered in a cloak while his eyes are covered by a a pair of black welding goggles. He has a bald head which shows that he has Caucasian skin tones but it can’t yet be seen if he is a good or bad guy in this situation.
The man stands well over six foot and his boots reveal that he is not someone who shies away from battle. The scent of this male would put every single bat blood on edge because he smells like a mixture of garlic and silver. The scent of his body alone would make the bat bloods feel nauseous and want to throw up. Some questions are answered once Jorge catches a whiff of the scent.
Jorge: HUNTER! KILL THE HUNTER!
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nW-IPrzM1g )
Many of the bat bloods are hesitant to move at the order to attack this mystery male but some are brave and rush towards him with all their strength and ferocity. The moment the bat bloods charge towards him, the mystery man lifts up both arms and the cloak that covered his body flies off of him and falls to the floor. What the cloak no longer keeps hidden is the arsenal of bladed weapon that were attached to this man. He wears a tank top shirt that is form fit to his body and a vest that holds multiple knives against his ribs. There are also two long ka-bar style knives in his hands with the blades pointed towards his forearms.
???: Come and get me…
One of the bat blood reach him and they swing their claws out at him which leads him to simply sidestep the swing to bring the bat blood to stumble forward from his hail mary of an attack. With one simple thrust of his right arm he flips the blade around with his fingertips and stabs the knife straight into the back of the bat blood. Upon the impact of the knife piercing through the bat blood, the beast screeches out in horrendous pain. The moment after the stabbing, the bat bloods body begins to decay like ash, starting from the stabbing point and spreading outwards like a burning fire! Broderick’s eyes widen when he sees this and before anything else happens, the bat bloods body falls to the ground covered in a red hot pile of ash. The body burns and leaves residue the same way a tree would when it is set on fire. The knife remains in the thrusted position and Broderick sees what changed. The once silver knife now has a bright red glow to it. The hunter’s thumb remains pressed down on a button that is placed on the handle and whatever he did with that button is clearly heated up the knife to a certain point that could actually kill these beasts. Seeing one of their kin go down, the others hesitate just a little bit longer. That gives the hunter a chance to taught the bat bloods. He smirks at them and returns back to a standing position with both ka-bar knives in his hands.
???: What’s the matter? You are all strong monsters right? So what can a little 1200 degree heated blade do to the likes of you?
His tone is sarcastic and its almost evil to hear because of how easy it rolls off of his tongue.
???: Oh that’s right. Your kind don’t like things that are hot. Well ain’t that something. No one likes playing with themselves so why don’t we make this a party instead.
At that moment he launches both arms out to his sides and he relaxes his fingers so that both of his knives would be launches out and into the directions of both Cho and Broderick. If Cho caught the knife he would be able to easily work the blade’s heating mechanism because eof the way the grip is designed. He’d simply have to press the button and the inner workings of the knife inside of the handle would be able to superheat the metal to the designated temperature to kill these beasts. Broderick instinctively catches the knife with his right hand and looks back towards the hunter for a quick second.
???: I won’t hold your hands through this…
The hunter waists no more time playing around as he begins to run forward into the thick of the battle. Both hands reach towards his ribs to grab two more blades and he easily uses his fingertips to pull two more blades out and fire them forwards towards two bat bloods. The knives pierce into the bat bloods chest but they don’t make a killing blow because of the lack of heat. That doesn’t slow the hunter down at All because he leaps forward and reaches back out to grab the handles of the blades when he makes up the distance between them. His thumbs quickly press down on the mechanism of the blades and the two bat bloods burn to a crisp the same way their kin did earlier in the fight. The hunter spins his body around, not waiting for the bat blood to burn like he did with the first. This forces his knives out of their burning bodies and just with his hunter instincts alone he is able to strike two more of these beasts without even having to look. Sensing their motions he feels one leaping towards him in the air and the other trying to tackle him. Spinning around he is able to stab his right blade into the skull of the bat blood trying to tackle him while simultaneously thrusting his left knife into the jaw of the leaping bat blood.
The bodies continue to burn with fire and ash fills the air as the hunter makes quick work of these weaker bat bloods as if it isn’t even a challenge. Broderick smirks when he sees how effective the blades can be. His void black eyes stare down towards Jorge and a smirk grows upon his lips.
Broderick: Do what you want with the horde…That one is mine…
His right hand spins the blade around in his hand and Broderick breaks off into a charging sprint straight towards Jorge! With a way to kill these things now it looks like Cho and Broderick may be able to win this battle!
There was no possible way to describe the wonderful and oddly exotic taste his blood had. It was extremely unique. Even though she's existed for quite some time, Adalie had never tasted human blood like this. Was he even human? While the female bat blood drank him in and felt herself slipping into a state of bliss, several other weaker bat bloods managed to rush over. They seemed to be following her lead as they all plunged their own teeth deep into any part of him they could. It took a moment or two before she realized that she was sharing. Her deep red eyes narrowed and she growled against his neck, not wanting to pull her fangs free as she swiped at a nearby bat blood.
Before things could get out of hand, her mouth suddenly felt hot. Too hot, almost. Out of surprise, Adalie slipped her fangs from him and began growl. Why did her good time have to be so difficult to have? Broderick's blood practically painted the lower half of her face. Normally she wasn't so....messy. But something about his scent and his taste drove her absolutely insane! The strange heat coming from the young man's body became too much for the others as well and this only puzzled Adalie even further.
'What is this?' Her curious gaze watched smoke rose from each and every wound and every sound of snapping bone after made her tilt her head a little. Was he healing? How could that be?! Broderick pulled himself up and Adalie crouched down a bit, ready to pounce. The others followed suit. Within the next second a sudden strong wind was tossing all of them back. Adalie managed to grab onto the same tree branch she'd been perched on before as she was pushed into the air. With her right hand clenched around the branch she'd pull herself in and throw a leg over one side to straddle it. Her dainty hands rested on the bark between her legs while she kept that curios gaze on her newest interest. The reddish aura type smoke that swirled about him only made her question his humanity even more.
Adalie's tongue flicked from her mouth and gently glided across her lips. She could still taste him and that little taste was enough to shake any hesitation she might have felt. The bat blood swung her leg back over the branch before pulling both legs up so that she was crouching low and ready to pounce again. And she would have...if it weren't for the newest scent that entered the air. Her naturally seductive eyes locked on the cloaked man. He sounded as confident as he looked. And when the cloak was slipped off she knew why. This man was back up. He was 'the army' that Cho and Broderick needed! Adalie snarled in frustration. How could she enjoy such a treat if a hunter was going to show up?
Instead of turning away and finding another play thing, Adalie once again seated herself on the branch. A devious little smile across her blood stained face.
'I guess I'll just enjoy the show...for now.'
Cho would’ve kept up his guard to keep his defenses as acute and accurate as possible. As he was about to go back in for more of the fight, he’d heard Broderick yelling out like a wild man! His eyes averted to see him being bitten into like a free for all buffet! Cho wanted to move to help him but the other Batbloods were hellbent on not letting him go anywhere from this point! Cho stepped back and was about to go in for more! His claws popping out from his hands as he switched to a different style of offense before a voice tells him that retreating wouldn’t be very fun at all.
Cho: ???
_Standing there and tracing the voice with his ears he see’s a mysterious bald stranger appear! He leapt down and began taunting and fighting off these batloods like they had been doing but the huge difference here is that his weapons were actually killing them. The bodies were bursting into flames, and disintergrating on the spot! Cho was able to take a brief and undeeded breather as he stood watching this fest of sparks and embers! Before long he’d taken a repost himself, this mysterious killer did.
???: Oh that’s right. Your kind don’t like things that are hot. Well ain’t that something. No one likes playing with themselves so why don’t we make this a party instead.
_Cho watched the man toss out a knife, one towards Broderick and another towards himself. Cho reached his right hand up, catching the knife and holding it in a reverse grip. His fist tightened around the leather wrapped around the handle of it. As it did he pressed the button on it, and watched the metal blade heat up to a sultry and vibrant orange color symbolizing it’s heat output.
???: I won’t hold your hands through this…
Cho: Heh…insert badass one liner here.
Cho took a CQC stance and began baiting the batbloods to come at him! Them seeing his new weapon made them hesitant and with a grunt of irritation Cho rushed in! his body leaning forward and like an Olympic sprinter he was off! He leapt forward a bit spinning his body around counter clockwise and with his knife hand rotating with him a loud shing noise echoed which followed by a loud POOF showed a decapitated batblood bursting into flames! Cho smiled and knew exactly what this meant: he was keeping this shit. He reached out with his free left hand, gripping a batblood by the shirt and driving the dagger through his chest, and dragging it down! Splitting it in half and letting’s body burst into embers! A batblood took him by the back in a chokehold! Cho responds by gripping it’s hair with his left hand and driving the dagger through it’s eye! The embers rustling off of his back as he moves towards another adversary. Cho ducked down and scooped his opponent up, pivoting off the ball of his left foot into a double leg takedown! Pinning it on the ground and raising his right arm up and across his chest before lashing it out and killing the batblood turning it into embered ash to! He stood up only to squat down again! The Batbloods were going to try and herd him again but he wasn’t about to have it this time! Cho got down on all fours, stuffing the handle of the knife into his mouth, and shifting into his half wolf form! His tail emerging from the back of his pants, his ears popping up and his eyes now a piercing gold stare he growled in place for a moment before took off! Cho can move much faster than the average member of his species Thanks to this he’s also resistant to the effects of high speed travel, including friction, g-force, inertia, etc. Cho in his half wolf form can hit a speed well over top race car records. As he ran in his new lowered stance, he ran past over 20 Batbloods, slicing at the sides and letting them combust into flames from the inch deep heat wounds Cho was leaving as he passed by them! His body shifting effortlessly from one motion to the next, no true effort needed to make his body appear and re-appear in the range of enhanced motions. He was built for speed and it showed as he turned around with his back to the crowd of now fleeting orange colored spikes floating and drifting into the air. He let the knife fall from his mouth into his hand, as he twirled the handle of his knife in his hand while sniffing the area for any more scents of rotten blood.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8kXTK1WbwNM )
Jorge: Attack him!
He yells out to the two underlings who stood by to protect their leader from Broderick and his heated knife. The young teenager takes a slow walking approach to the target in mind and without question the two of them rush towards Broderick with the mindset of protecting Jorge fueling their rage. Broderick simply smirks, feeling the energy of something he had never felt before inside of him now. With the blade in his right hand, the void eyes look to see both leaping towards him at the same time. Broderick lowers his body to duck underneath their jump and this causes the two bat bloods to fly right over him. Just before the two bodies get passes him completely, Broderick uses his free left hand to grab onto the exposed ankle of the bat blood to his left. Once he has the grip of the batblood, he lifts his body up to full height and raises the left arm over his head. Without so much of an issue in it, the batblood is lifted high into the air! Broderick then slams his arm down onto the pavement thus sending the batblood crashing onto the ground with a thunderous eruption of energy. The back of this beast shatters like paper and the impact creates a small crater in the street before sending fissures outwards similar to the impact his body had when he jumped over five stories! Blood splatters across the ground as the batbloods body is practically pulverized onto the ground. At that moment the second batblood had come to land on the ground and rushes back towards Broderick to try and take him out when he least expects it. But that traction doesn’t even begin because Broderick sees this second bat blood coming and using his left hand he swings the pulverized batblood body around and uses the body like a bat to hit the second beast! The second batblood wraps around the body of the first as the impact practically forces the two bodies to become one. Bones from both bodies piece into eachother and the swing makes two batbloods become a batblood cross. Broderick continues to swinging motion until he finally slams the two bodies onto the pavement once more. The left hand releases the hold on the beast and that is where he comes to finish the two of them off. Jumping on top of the two of them, his right hand thrusts forward and the heated blade rips right through both of their chests. The beasts screech in pain as their bodies come to be lit on fire and disintegrate into a pile of ash and flame. The titans body doesn’t even react to having the flames and heat burn on his body. The black eyes of his look down at the two bodies before they turn to ash. Once they are taken care of, those eyes slowly turn to look at Jorge who now stands in fear of what is in front of him. The flames wrap around Broderick’s body and it is a very intimidating image to see because of how calm and collected he looks while covered in flame that can kill any normal human.
Broderick: no one left to protect you now, Jorge…
The large teenager begins to make that same slow walk towards Jorge now, feeling confident that he will finally see the end of the man who has singlehandedly ruined his family. But seeing that smirk on Broderick’s face and the aura of confidence that is consuming him, Jorge comes up with a final plan to hopefully get himself into the winning chair.
Jorge: You know I never took you as the kind to take the weak way to defeat someone…
Broderick raises his eyebrow and his eyes tighten slightly in curiosity.
Broderick: And what exactly might that be?
Jorge: A heated knife…Come on, since when have you needed someone’s help? For so long you’ve used nothing but your fists and that little bat of yours to get you that bounty hunter money.
In the midst of the fighting, the mysterious hunter stabs another batblood in the chest and while lifting the beast into the air, the ash and fire of the beasts body falls over him like a firework. A few moments after he looks out and sees how Jorge is trying to convince the kid of something. While watching them, the hunter lifts his goggles off of his eyes and reveals that he actually has cat-like eyes. There is a vertical black pupil with bright platinum iris’ and they see things in their own special way.
???: (This looks interesting.)
Broderick looks down at the knife and his thumb slowly moves away from the heating mechanism as his pride becomes tested with Jorge’s words.
Jorge: You have the strength to hunt down strangers with your own bare hands but now you need help to kill the ONE person who you actually WANT to kill…How weak of you.
At that moment it looked like Jorge had finally dug under his skin. Out of his own stubborn pride Broderick places the knife on his hip; using his belt to have a makeshift sheath. Without saying anything else Broderick and Jorge charge towards one another and their fists come out swinging! This time around however it looks like even with a level playing field Jorge is greatly outmatched! He swings his arm with a right hook and Broderick slips underneath it with perfect boxing form. His fists remain close to his face with his elbows tight to his body and while he slips underneath the hook, he fires a flurry of five punches to the right ribs of Jorge’s body! Like a surgeon with precise accuracy each punch actually hits and shatters the bone of a different rib. All fire ribs are pulverized from the strength of Broderick’s punches but on the outside it would look like Broderick simply hit the meaty skin of the half-batblood form! Jorge bends down a bit from the punches, screeching in pain while blood dripd from his mouth. That small bend forward gives enough for Broderick, who is coming back up from his slip, to turn his hips to the right and launch a thunderous left hook punch! His fist moves like lightning and strikes the jawline of Jorge’s face with enough force to send him down onto his right knee and blood shooting out of his mouth like a broken fire hydrant! Broderick stands tall over the batblood as he coughs and reaches out to grab Broderick at his belt. Blood is coughed onto the ground and Jorge lifts himself up with his hands using Broderick’s body to hold him steady.
Jorge: okay kid Cough You won…*Cough* I surrender…
Broderick looks down at him with a scowl and uses his left hand to swat away one of Jorge’s hands that hold him.
Broderick: You can’t even lose with dignity…What a GCK!
At that moment Broderick looks down to see Jorge’s left hand pushed forward towards Broderick’s gut and the heated blade in his hand. Jorge’s thumb is pressed against the mechanism of the blade and Broderick’s body releases a small line of smoke as the heat burns into his skin
Jorge: HAHAHA! You fool! Batbloods can’t take heat and yet you still had the nerve to put this weapon away! Now you will burn as the others did!
A few moments pass and Broderick looks down to see the blade plunged into him but the heat doesn’t kill him. The heat of the blade is actually cauterizing the wound. Jorge begins to look confused and before he can say anything else, Broderick’s right hand wraps around Jorge’s wrist. His strength overpowers Jorge’s and he begins to slowly pull the blade out of him. Blood bubbling and his skin being burnt by the blade is the only sound that is emitted from the stabbing and Jorge can’t understand why the blade didn’t kill Broderick.
Jorge: Y-you were bit! Why didn’t you turn!?
After pulling the blade out of himself, Broderick flicks his wrist and it pulls Jorge’s wrist backwards, snapping the bone entirely and has the blade facing him. With one thrust of his arm, Broderick forces Jorge’s wrist to be pushed towards his chest to stab the blade into himself! Jorge screeches as the heat penetrates his skin and begins to burning process. Because he is in half-batblood form the burning takes a little bit longer and that gives Broderick enough time to look down at Jorge with an anger and determined face.
Broderick: That…was for my mother…
Broderick then pulls his right arm back, pulling the blade out of Jorge’s chest. The burning slowly spreads down to his midsection and he sits there on his knees looking up to Broderick who now places the heated blade next to his neck. By simply having the blade pressed against the neck is enough to slightly char the skin of his.
Broderick: This…is for my sister!...
One swing. One swing of his arm is all it takes for the blade to slice into Jorge’s neck and completely detach the burning head off of Jorge’s body. The blade slices through the neck and the force behind it actually lifts Jorge’s head up into the air. Before it can even descend down to the ground, the heat burns into flame and becomes ash right before Broderick’s eyes. The rest of the body continues to decay in the form of ash and fire, falling to the ground in a pile. A small gust of wind comes by and just like that, Broderick’s worst enemy in his young life comes to be blown away like a thought in the wind.
Broderick: Burn in hell…
After killing Jorge, Broderick takes his thumb off the blade once again so he can place the weapon onto his hip once more. He turns around to see that this mysterious hunter and Cho have taken out the rest of the weaker batbloods. Now comes to the mystery of who this savior of theirs is.
Broderick: I hope you don’t expect to get these knives back.
???: You can hold onto them…we aren’t done yet.
Broderick looks around to see ash covering the streets and filling the air.
Broderick: I don’t see anyone else.
???: You’re forgetting the girl.
Broderick: What girl?
The hunter raises his knife to the tree where there is a batblood hiding away and just watching the fight as it unfolds.
???: The higher batblood who thinks she can just get her meal and hide away from us.
_At this point Broderick turns to look at the tree and see what this hunter is talking about. Then he remembers that there was a female who jumped out of the tree and was the first person who bit him! Connecting the events together, Broderick tightens his hands into fists; ready to strike the girl down if she remained in the tree. Cho would probably be able to sense the female the same way the hunter does, knowing more about batbloods than Broderick. Out in the distance the sounds of cop sirens can be heard, showing them that they don’t have much time before this scene gets them behind bars. Since there are no bodies they can’t be charged with murder but the ash and blood might raise questions if they are still here to receive them. The time to escape was now but with the more valuable batblood still present, the hunter has no intentions on leaving. What will she do next? Will she try to fight the three of them by herself or will she try and make a mad dash of an escape?
IV[]
The battle was intense...for a group of what seemed to be misfits. A group consisting of three complete and total strangers each with very different 'backgrounds'. One was very obviously a wolf blood. The other two....well..that was to be determined. One was, without a doubt, a bat blood hunter. A n extremely experienced one, at that. His modified weapons were enough to take out the lesser bat bloods in a matter of minutes! Adalie was told many stories about hunters like him. All of them ended with the brutal mauling of said hunter. However, seeing the 'underdogs' coming out on top was an interesting sight. Interesting and highly appealing.
Adalie's red eyes remained locked on Broderick as he was finishing off what appeared to be the leader of the lesser bat bloods in this group. There was so much blood. So much anger. So much vengefulness. Not only did she hunger for more of his incredibly addictive blood, but she lusted for him. The woman could just picture him pinning her to the concrete and taking her right there in the road.
Such a fantasy wouldn't keep her distracted for long, however. The bat blood could hear the men talking...and she heard them mention her presence. After pulling herself from her sex laced fantasists, Adalie would look from one male to the next. With all of the attention on her now, she decided to soak it up.
"Oooh~ I was hoping the three of you would turn on each other. I love a good death match." That mischievous tone in her voice tainted her sweet and sexy French accent. Again, her gaze was back on Broderick. Adalie would wink at him just before rising to stand on the sturdy branch.
"You're a tasty one, fighter." Like before, her little pink tongue would slip from her mouth to lick her upper lip slowly. Her smooth face was still covered in Broderick's deep red blood as she did this. This allowed her yet another quick taste of him. This time it was right in front of the guy purely to taunt him. As she stood there, a seductive smirk occupying her face, she could hear sirens in the distance approaching fast. Knowing that getting caught wasn't on anyone's agenda, the woman would raise her right hand up to blow a kiss at the three just before her large bat like wings stretched out completely from behind her, showing off her long wing span. As the sirens drew closer Adalie would raise a hand and wiggle her fingers a bit before saying "Toodles!"
Both wings quickly came down, the force causing her small body to lift from the branch completely. Before she could lose the bit of air she had, her wings would come back up and swing themselves down hard, yet again. In mere seconds the female's wings were flapping at a rapid and even pace and she was quickly turning away from them. Though it seemed like she was running, the bat blood had other ideas rather than just letting a good catch get away.
After Cho finished cleaning up his mess of Batbloods he stood up and rolled his shoulders. The embers increased the temperature of the area a bit and he took off his jacket only to wrap it around his waist by the sleeves. He twirled the knife between his fingers over, and over again walking towards the mysterious savoir. However he stopped short. He didn’t hone in the conversation at hand because he was busy thinking about the smell…the smell of a batblood that wasn’t dead. His head whipped up in the direction of where it was coming from. Cho would’ve started growling almost uncontrollably. His lips shaking a bit as his Wolfblood was showing unintentionally. He was looking directly at her with a stare that could pierce the moon itself but when she brought her self to their attention.
"Toodles!"
Cho: Toodles my ass.
Cho flipped the knife into the air, letting it spin before he’d reach his hand up to take the tip of it in between his thumb and index finger attempting to throw it at her and pierce her body! He missed however, she was fast. Higher batbloods are physically superior than most beastbloods…including Cho himself. He wasn’t against admitting he had to cheat to beat Chad a while back. the knife pierced the branch she was on and he watched her fly away. Cho composed himself, a small breath leaving his nostrils before he turned to look at the mystery man and Broderick.
Cho: I can hear the sirens in the distance. You guys wanna take this meet some place private or wait to be interrogated about it later?
Broderick’s eyes tighten when he sees the wink that the female batblood gives him. His neck is covered in blood that continues to slowly spill out from his neck where she bit into his body. Every motion she makes with her mouth after that only pisses Broderick off even more. His hand grabs hold of his knife once more with his fingertips tightening around the leather grip tightly. He can practically feel the itch in his soul to gut this girl for doing what she did to him. But before anything can happen she spreads her wings and tries to make her escape. Cho is quick to try and stop her by throwing his blade but instead of meeting flesh it only meets the side bark of the tree she was perched upon. Broderick is next to follow up after Cho and he holds the blade by its handle and readies himself to simply launch his knife up into the sky to hail mary throw his knife. But just as Broderick thrusts his arm forward his wrist is caught by the hand of the mysterious savior of theirs. The sound of his hand gripping Broderick’s wrist creates a loud clapping sound and both of their arm muscles tighten in a battle of strengths. Broderick’s eyes widen a bit while the hunter’s facial expression remains calm and collective.
???: Don’t waste my knife…He’s better than you and he missed. You don’t even know how to throw a knife and you think you have a better chance?
Broderick pulls his arm back and takes a few steps away from him while placing the knife back on his hip.
Broderick: Fuck you. You don’t know anything about me.
???: And I don’t need too. Not yet anyhow.
The hunter turns to look up and see the batblood as she would begin to fade away into the night sky. The sirens are getting closer and Cho makes a good point to let them know that they should probably change the venue in which this little meeting is taking place in.
???: Sure, Kid. I know just the place.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oN2Xs-MvxLw )
Cho and this hunter would be able to begin walking towards the opposite direction of the sirens but Broderick chooses to grab his baseball bat off of the floor and begin to make his way up to his apartment. Noticing that it is just the two of them, The hunter turns around to look over his shoulder to see the large teenager not following them.
???: You’re not going to want to go up there. After what you just did here, they’ll be coming for you.
Broderick turns and with an asshole of a smirk he releases a small “tch” sound.
Broderick: I don’t do team ups... If anyone comes for me, I’ll handle it…
???: Like you handled that female earlier. How many bit into you before I got here, huh? If you ask the puppy over here he’d agree you shouldn’t even be alive right now. So whatever you are…They’ll want you. And they will come for you. You come with us, you have a chance at not dying. You stay here, you don’t make it a single day.
Broderick: I just can’t leave with my family still up there…
The Hunter laughs and he uses the tips of his fingers to place the goggles over his eyes, keeping those cat eye features hidden away behind pitch black goggles. Turning his back to Broderick now he goes back to walking, tapping Cho on the shoulder so he can know to follow him.
???: You do what you need too, Kid. I already told you I won’t hold any of your hands through this…But for what’s coming…They’d be safer without you…
_Broderick turns to look up at the hole in the side of the apartment building and what he sees is his little sister looking down at him. Their eyes meet and even though she has tears in her eyes; she gives him a positive nod of her head. Broderick’s face lightens to a frown for just a moment and then he hardens back up to give her a nod in return. Once this happens Broderick turns and with his baseball bat in his right hand he takes a B-line path to follow where Cho and this mysterious hunter have gone off too. With the streets covered in ash and the appearance of a powerful battle, the three disappear to figure out the next move and learn just what it is they have opened the door into.
V[]
Elsewhere in areas Unknown
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7b9LUUCKgXM )
Inside of a castlelike structure there are two batbloods arguing back and forth with one another. Both of them are dressed head to toe in regal garbs but not of royalty themselves but as workers to a royal family. Both are males tall in height and pale in skin tone. One of them leans close to a wall while the other is yelling in the middle of a hallway.
Bat Blood 1: You have to tell him! This news will spread across the bat blood nation and this family will become the laughing stock of the multiple houses! How could she do something so reckless!?
Bat Blood 2: Do not speak of our Lord’s daughter in such a way. He hears all through this house. But I agree, we must alert him of this incident. He will want to act.
Bat Blood 1: You tell him! You are much closer to our Lord than I.
Bat Blood 2: He will want to see her.
Bat Blood: She has already been summoned…
The second nods and he turns on his heels to walk to the edge of the hallway where there are two large doors fit for a king. It takes all the strength the bat blood hands to push at the doors to open them up. When the doors do open it reveals the chambers of the Lord of this house. In the center is a covered tub of blood and towards the back is a large bed that can fit an entire orgy of people if so chosen. On the right is a wall that has over a dozen different human woman bound and chained as if they were pets on a leash. Standing over the tub of blood is a massively large male wearing a black with red trim armor set. The armor design is of a new age Victorian design, hoping to achieve the appearance of a vintage time while keeping up with the appearances of the new. In his hands he holds the small body frame of a petite woman who’s back is arched forward because of the pain that is being caused throughout her entire being. The Lord’s large fangs are pierced deep into her body to the point that she is stiff and unable to physically move. Blood is pouring out onto the ground as he releases very animalistic groans of pleasure as he sucks the blood from her body. It only takes a few seconds but the other human females who are chained cry and weep in tear as they see the body of the female actually get smaller and tighter like a capri-sun juice box. Once the Lord is finished he drops her body onto the floor and the face of this house’s Lord finally is finally revealed. The pale milky skin tone that he has is haunting and he has short black hair that is combed to a fine box shape. He has a devilish black goatee and eyes as red as the devil himself. The eyes of his gaze at the man who has opened his doors and without even wiping his mouth the Lord begins to walk to the opposite side of his pets where there is a throne made of stone for him to sit upon. Once he is seated he places the fingertips of his hands together and looks towards his servant.
Bat Blood 2: Lord Tiberius, I am sor-
Before he can continue Lord Tiberius raises his right finger with his eyes looking at his pets as they are all standing with metal collars wrapped around their necks and chains that connect to the wall.
Tiberius: Sit.
Like animals they all react out of fear and they take seats right there on the floor without any disobedience. His burning red eyes return to look at the servant.
Tiberius: Speak.
Bat Blood 2: Lord T-Tiberius, I have troubling news. It is about…A-about…A-
Tiberius: I do not have the time nor the patience to hear your ramble…Speak your words or I will place you upon my wall next to the fucking whores!
Bat Blood: Y-y-yes, My Lord! It’s your daughter! S-she…bit a mortal.
Lord Tiberius’ right hand tightens into a fist and he quickly stands up from his throne out of rage.
Tiberius: SHE DID WHAT!?
His voice roars with a powerful demonic presence that strikes fear into every soul in the room. The slaves quiver and cry some more as they inch towards the wall; desperate to cling to whatever life is left inside of them just by hearing his tone. The servant drops to his knees in a bow as even a bat blood has fear in front of Tiberius. To continue talking he looks back up to him and explains what he has been told.
Bat Blood 2: She bit a human without permission of the council, my Lord! I mean no disrespect in this! I only sought to inform my Lord so he may act upon her failure!
Tiberius raises a brow and begins to walk down off of his throne and towards the bowing Bat Blood.
Tiberius: Failure?
Bat Blood 2: Y-yes, my Lord. Something happened…The human…He didn’t turn…
Tiberius’ eyes widen and the anger in him is evident by the burning heat of his crimson orbs. His fangs grow out from beneath his lips and with his anger he actually strikes it out on the servant who informed him of this information. With one swift movement he uses the back of his right fist to smash it into the right side of his servant’s face. The strength behind the attack causes the servant’s head to completely warp with his bones being struck so hard they actually liquefy from the inside! Instantly following that, the servant flies straight into the wall and splatters like a bug hitting a windshield at over 200mph. The blood and guts fly everywhere and large pieces of meat fall upon the naked human females and they yell, scream, and cry with the disgusting feeling of Batblood meat upon them.
Tiberius: SERVANT!
His roar calls the attention of another servant from outside and they quickly come rushing into the room.
Bat Blood 1: Yes, My Lord!?
Tiberius lowers his right hand and his gauntlet is covered in the red blood of the second servants face.
Tiberius: Bring me my daughter…NOW…
Bat Blood 1: She has been summoned, My Lord. She will be here within th-
Tiberius: NOOOWWW!
His roar echoes throughout the entire castle, causing the whole place to shake. The roar sounds damn near godlike if it weren’t coming from a High Batblood Lord. The roar brings the servant to shake out of fear and he nods over and over, making sure to get himself out of the room before he winds up another victim of Tiberius’ rage. Tiberius runs his fingers through his hair once the servant makes his exit.
Tiberius: Dammit, Adi…What have you done?...
Pt 2[]
[7/29/2016 3:22:07 PM] The Voodoo Child: A few hours after the initial meeting, the three males are deep underground in a lair that the hunter has hidden away in Kasaihana City.
The three walk hundreds of feet underneath the street level of Kasaihana where the air is minimal but the hunter doesn’t even seem phased by it. Broderick’s body doesn’t have any sweat and his eyes continue to scan the walls, seeing how they have left the concrete sewers and been led deep into the Earth like a cave system. After walking for so long they are finally brought to a cave where there is a bunch of pelican cases that range in small to extremely large sizes. On the walls of the cave, being held up by large steel nails, are multiple different rifles and bladed weapons. Walking into this area both Cho and Broderick can easily get the scent of ammunition, steel, iron, garlic, a mixture of herbs, and meat. The hunter walks into the cave and his eyes don’t remain on Cho or Broderick as they enter this armory of a cave.
???: Welcome to the cavern. I wouldn’t touch the explosives.
Before Broderick walks any further, he extends his right arm out to point the tip of his baseball bat out towards him. There is a little anger in his eyes with his body still covered in bat blood and his own blood. Tonight has been a very long night and Broderick isn’t in the mood to take anymore shit.
Broderick: No! I’ve been following your silent brooding ass for hours now to some bumfuck nowhere cave. I want answers. How bout telling us who the fuck you are for starters!
The Hunter slowly turns his head to look over his right shoulder to see Broderick. A small smirk grows upon his lips and he even releases a short laugh under his breath.
???: Easy there, ya big jamoke. I’m not your enemy here. So put your toy down and take a seat.
Broderick looks around and sees some of the pelican cases that he can sit on and he does so. Cho would be able to do the same and while they wait, the hunter keeps his back towards them. His right hand holds a cup with some type of drink inside of it and his left hand stirs the drink together with a metal spoon. While mixing the drink he turns around to look at the two teenagers. A silence occurs for a few more seconds before he finally gives his name.
???: First off, you both can call me Outlander...My kind don’t have names to be traced. Now what to call you two…
Broderick’s lips begin to part to speak but before he can, Outlander continues talking.
Outlander: How bout Pup for the wolfblood here…and Stick for you.
Broderick sucks his teeth and scowls at Outlander while he lightly looks over to Cho to see how he’d react to those names. Broderick places the bat down next to him; letting it lean against the case he is sitting on.
Broderick: The fuck kinda name is stick?
Outlander takes a drink from his cup.
Outlander: It fits. You haven’t earned a name of worth yet. You both are still wet behind the ears in this game. Ole Pup over here may have a little bit of experience but he can’t fool me. I can see it in you. I’d bet a pretty penny you know some Warlocks and think you’ve seen what hunters are.
At the mention of warlocks Outlander begins to laugh with a cocky and condescending tone.
Broderick: The fuck is this guy talking about?
Outlander slams his cup onto one of the crates in front of him
Outlander: I’m talking about beasts! Monsterssss
He lingers on the end of the last word as if it excites him to talk about it.
Outlander: Forget what you think you know about the world, Stick. Metahumans? They ain’t nothing new. You thought you knew what was in this world because of this Omega gene? Ha.ha.ha. They ain’t the only thing you gotta be afraid of now.
Broderick raises his right brow and looks back and forth from Cho to Outlander as the older male speaks in a rather cryptic way.
Broderick: You getting any of this shit?
He asks Cho not knowing that he is part of the beasts and monsters that Outlander is talking about. After or if Cho answers, Outlander takes another drink and continues their conversation.
Outlander: Superpowered beings have been walking this earth for thousands of years. Long before any bombs were dropped. Pups over there has his own history that I am sure he hasn’t been taught. Where I come from, history is very important.
Broderick: And what exactly is that?
Outlander: Thousands of years ago the Aztecs used to have a warrior known as The Jaguar. They were a type of Aztec warrior called a cuāuhocēlōtl. The word cuāuhocēlōtl derives from the eagle warrior cuāuhtli and the Jaguar Warrior ocēlōtl . They were an elite military unit similar to the eagle warriors. What history has left out of the history books is that these warriors were some of the first hunters of Beastbloods. After European bats came to the new world, they tried to take the lands for themselves. They didn’t know how well trained The Aztecs were. The Aztec people were very religious and believed everything was an act of God or a punishment from him. They believed the bat bloods were sent from the Gods to harden their resolve and test their faith. One of the strongest warriors of their time, Konahei, was the first to ever kill a batblood. After defeating the beast , Konahei drank the blood of this beast and It opened his world to powers unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It awoke the true animal from within.
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[7/29/2016 3:22:10 PM] The Voodoo Child:
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Outlander: From that day, The Aztec Jaguars hunted and killed any batblood they could. Even made games of it. The gladiatorial sacrifice was a giant spectacle the entire city would attend. Young Jaguar apprentices would hunt down a high batblood along with other Jaguars and the sacrifice represented their upbringing in the Hunter ways. Atop of the pyramids they would cut out the heart of a batblood just before killing it so the apprentice could drink its blood and gain its powers from it. This is how it has been for thousands of years.
Broderick: So you are telling me…You have been living your life hunting down “Bats” like the things we fought today? What did they ever do to yall?
Outlander: Beastbloods are a threat to the entire way this world works. There are dark and mystic forces that seek to take this world. That is why there are people who are chosen to defend and protect those who would see us all killed.
Broderick: Where do I come in this? Cause I ain’t signin up to join some hunter boy band.
Outlander: And we aren’t asking you too. Truthfully, you aren’t good enough anyways. Pups here has you beat by a longshot based by what I saw today.
Broderick’s face tightens and his black eyes get just a little bit darker at the mention of him not being good enough for something.
Outlander: You’re here because you were bit by a HIGH Bat blood and you didn’t turn into one.
Broderick: Meaning?
Outlander: There is something different about you…Metas they can turn but you…You somehow fought it off and came out stronger on the other end. THEY will want to know why.
Broderick: They?
Outlander: The Malenfant family. They are a coven of batbloods run by their Lord Tiberius. You were bit by his daughter. In their world, a failure turning is an embarrassment along with the fact that all three of us just took out a bunch of their underling…They will be coming for you.
Broderick: So you are helping me?
The Hunter laughs hysterically.
Outlander: Don’t make no mistake about this, Stick. I am keeping you around not for the goodness of my little beating heart. It’s because when they come for you, I will be there to kill them. That is my job. You are the golden ticket into the batblood chocolate factory of death. I’ll have Tiberius head on a pike. This is our stop for you two weak bitches to grab some weapons that can actually KILL these things unlike that little stick of yours so you both don’t die out there.
After giving this small overview of who he is, Outlander begins to walk towards the back of the cave. Before he can get out of sight, he turns to look at Cho.
Outlander: And Pups…Try not to forget your weapon again.
The muscular male disappears to gather his gear and that leaves Broderick and Cho alone to look through the crates of weapons to find what might seem useful to them.
Broderick: Fuckin asshole…
Lifting himself off of the crate, Broderick begins to walk around to see what kind of weapons are around, his hands sifting through all of the smaller weapons. His eyes look upon the wall to see all the rifles and high tech projectile weapons. He snarls a bit, never really having an interest in guns. This would be a time for Cho and Broderick to talk if they chose to do that sort of thing. If it were up to Broderick they’d all be silent and communicate through not communicating at all. He still doesn’t understand why he is here and his pride won’t let him think he is a fool for wanting to know. He already feels an itch build up on his shoulder for Cho since Outlander likes to point out to him that the wolfblood is better than him.
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[12:39:25 PM] Snowflake Princess: A gentle sigh of moderate frustration escaped Adalie's freshly wiped lips. The female bat blood stood in front of a massive mirror the belonged to a very elegantly designed master bathroom fit for a queen. With her red eyed reflection staring back at her, she recalled the events leading up to this moment.
A little over an hour ago she was making a hasty escape from a group of obvious strangers who seemed to have a common enemy: her kind. Her quick reflexes allowed her to dodge a thrown heated blade with time to spare, but the foul smelling wolfblood's ballsy actions weren't what surprised her. It was the fact that she couldn't hear them chasing after her.
"That bat blood hunter..." Adalie's voice was hushed as she kept her eyes on her redressed form. Instead of casual human clothing, she wore a very fancy white gown. The ivory color of the fabric only made her softly tanned skin look even darker. The corset portion had a Lacey top layer with a ribbon tightly tied in a bow. This made her already natural hourglass shape a bit more dramatic. Accentuating her already wide hips was the long and layered skirt portion of the gown with a petticoat tucked underneath to give the skirt almost a ballroom feel. The dress was new; a gift from her father who had it created from the finest fabrics and laces one could find. It had been sitting in her closet gathering dust because Adalie didn't like to dress the way he urged her to.
'Although...' The woman turned a bit and straightened her posture while placing her hands on her hips. Her eyes were obviously on her perky round breasts which peeked out of the sweetheart neckline with cleavage that most would find exceedingly desirable. A satisfied smile crawled across her plump lips.
BANG
BANG
BANG
The aggressive pounding on her bathroom door caused that smile to fade into a scowl.
"I'm coming!" She'd growl her response and return to viewing her appearance. It wasn't everyday that she succumbed to her father's wishes, but today she'd have to do a bit of ass kissing. This is because shortly after her escape a group of her father's servants tracked her down. She was located at a bar, scouting out other males and even a female to take out her frustrations on, but they'd cornered her. That's when she learned that her father knew of her screw up already. Originally, she was going to stay out and finish what she had planned, but her father already killed one of the servants and she knew if she didn't return home soon that they'd be forced to do all of the housework and simultaneously dispose of all of the bodies; not a hard or boring task, but it could be tedious.
After making sure every drop of blood was off of her skin and her dress was in pristine condition, Adalie would turn and move over to the bathroom door. When the door was pulled open her red eyes were looking up into one of the taller male servants eyes. He wore a black suit with grey accents which only made his pale skin look paler. He was a young looking bat blood with black hair that was naturally messy looking.
"Lady Adalie." He'd say after a short pause. The woman watched him look her up and down, attempting to be subtle. Wanting to stall a bit and toy with the guy at the same time, she decided to lean herself against the door frame and flutter her long eye lashes at him.
"How many times have I told you, Clyde? Call me Adi~." She'd purr softly, a playful glint in her eyes. The servants own eyes widened and he stepped back with his arms up in a defensive manner.
"A-Adi, we can't do this. Not now! Your father, I mean, Lord Tiberius is very angry and he demands to see you right now!"
Adalie rolled her eyes and frowned. So much for another play date with her play toy. After reluctantly pulling herself away from the door frame, the elegant looking female began her journey to her fathers room. The walk wasn't a long one, but it felt like ages before she reached those large double doors, of which were wide open so that she couldn't hide behind them.
'You know me so well, father.' She'd think to herself as she stepped into the ginormous room, a nervous knot balling up in her stomach.
_Cho walked down the dark hallway. His jacket slung over his left shoulder and loosely hung by his left hand, he had a scowl on his face. The deeper they traveled into this place, the more he could smell. He didn’t know what was so special about this guy with him, but there was one thing that was apperent; he knew how to swing a bat but that was about all of the fruits that labor bared him. Cho sniffed the air once, only to make a disgusted face. He could smell almost *everything* in here and some of it sickened him. The stench of garlic meshing with what smelled like raw and cooked meats, bodies, stale blood, and other assorted things. Cho looked over his shoulder a couple of times to make sure this guy was really the only guy and so far he checked out. Speaking of the guy Cho wasn’t…sure. He couldn’t get a read on him. Guy didn’t even have a scent to him…he’s not a beastblood that’s for sure. All of them have a distinct smell. He can’t be a warlock because even if he could mask his scent he’d still smell like chemicals or sand itself. _
_Deeper into the cave in what looked like a weapons room, Cho finally got a somewhat welcome from the guy introducing himself after the guy called him out on it._
???: First off, you both can call me Outlander...My kind don’t have names to be traced. Now what to call you two…
_Broderick went to introduce him self, and Cho looking over would’ve just waited until he was done. Sadly this outlander fellow decided to give them both names on his own merit and the name “pup” didn’t sit well with Cho._
Cho: Pup? PUP? You wise cracking son of a-
Broderick: The fuck kinda name is stick?
_Cho was mad a bit but hearing the name stick did earn a giggle out of him. He started to laugh a bit more tying his jacket around his waist by the sleeves only to let the outlander continue._
Outlander: It fits. You haven’t earned a name of worth yet. You both are still wet behind the ears in this game. Ole Pup over here may have a little bit of experience but he can’t fool me. I can see it in you. I’d bet a pretty penny you know some Warlocks and think you’ve seen what hunters are.
Cho: -folds his arms- Guessing you can one up that eh big guy?
_When outlander begins to go on about monsters and telling Broderick to forget what he thinks he knows about them, Cho started to feel like…or rather he *was* the elephant in the room. He takes a seat finally having been standing all of this time. His elbows resting on his knees as he looked up with a “so this is what we’re doing?” kind of expression. When asked I he was getting this he replied._
Cho: Let’s just say I know the monsters he refers to. I’ll let him paint the picture though.
_Watching him sip from his cup, he then waist and listens as the outlander begins to tell the tale lf the batblood hunters and their origins, the jaguars. Something Cho had heard of from history books…all except the part about them hunting vampires._
Cho: So that part was written out of the text book…
_Cho murmurs to himself as the outlander continues his tale of things. The part about beast bloods being a threat to the world irritated him considering that he knew at least 6 or 7 who were by no means very bad at all. Still…he can’t account for his ancestors or anyone else beside himself. Doesn’t mean he wasn’t offended but it did mean he was in a piss poor mood now. When he finishes up and the thought that Broderick was bitten but didn’t turn it meant one of two things. Either he was already a beast blood or that he was something immune to it. Cho understood genetics but he didn’t know anything about the guy and he wasn’t about to pretend that he did. Still the outlander leaves with a_
Outlander: And Pups…Try not to forget your weapon again.
Cho: Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck you.
_Cho stands up rolling shoulders and stretching his arms above his head for a little bit before he begins searching around the room to see what he could find. Cho might’ve loved combat off the hands but when it came down to it he was quicker to shoot someone than fight them straight up. He’d move from wall to wall, looking at things until he settled with a pair of spiked brass knuckles, a ka-bar knife similar to what he’d had before, two pistols to which he tucked in the backside of the waist of his jeans, and a shotgun. He found a strap and used it to adhere the gun to his backside. He’d then begin stock piling ammunition into whatever pocket he could fit in on his person before speaking aloud._
Cho: Soooooooo class my name is Cho Kiriyu, Kasaihana Police Officer, and Wolfblood.
_Cho would’ve finished packing turning around to face Broderick, while fiddling with one of the pistols in his hand. Checking the chamber to see if it was empty or not and keeping an eye on the safety._
Cho: Don’t worry I don’t bite. I’m just claws and hair. Tail too.
[5:31:21 PM] The Voodoo Child: Inside of The Lord’s Chamber
Sitting on his throne, Tiberius remains in his black and red armor with his elbows resting on the arm rests and his fingers interlocked with each other. His chin rests of his interlocked hands and his red eyes gaze out towards the floor in front of him. His daughter makes her way into the chamber and his eyes or his body don’t even react to her presence. The aura of the room is dark and filled with a heavy thickness. Just being in the room would feel a little warm even to a batblood. The silence lasts for a few minutes as Tiberius sits there in his own thoughts. Finally he takes a deep breath in and uses his right fingers to rub down his lips.
Tiberius: Many covens respect your father. Many of them fear the mention of my name. For thousands of years this house has stood strong on the foundation that we are the apex predators…So imagine my dismay when I found out that my daughter disobeyed tradition in trying to publicly attack a mortal…If he died or turned, there is some saving grace in that redemption…But my daughter failed to TURN A FUCKING MORTAL!
His rage reaches a tipping point at the end of all that as he jolts forward off of his chair and down to where his daughter is standing. The blood inside of Tiberius boils and if Adalie looked towards the wall she’d see how his rage is striking fear into his many numbers of slaves.
Tiberius: I allow you to roam free in Kasaihana! You have no watch over you because you PROMISED me your oath that you can be responsible and live on your own! And what have you done with my kindness!? YOU’D MADE OUR FAMILY LOOK LIKE FOOLS!
Like a flash of light she would barely even see the movement of her father’s right hand coming across her face. With his inhuman speeds if she didn’t move she would feel the full force of the back of his hand pummel across her right cheek. The touch of his hand could send her down to the ground by sheer force alone with injuries to her face. After or if she took the hit she’d look back up to see Tiberius standing over her like a towering dark lord of chaos. His facial expression shows no remorse for hitting her as his anger outweighs his compassion for the young batblood.
Tiberius: You have played your little games for far too long…
At that moment his left hand rears down to grab his daughter by the throat. If she didn’t stop him, she’d feel every finger of his hand wrap around her dainty throat before being lifted back up. Her feet dangle a few feet in the air with his large left arm rising higher up. The glowing red eyes stare at his daughters beautiful orbs while showing no sympathy based off of their blood connection.
Tiberius: You have ONE chance to fix this royal FUCK UP you have put us in…You will find the boy you bit and you WILL end his life or turn him! If any of the other houses get to him before you, don’t’ bother to come back home!
After giving this order, he’d pull her back down to him to where her face would be directly in front of his. Their faces so close she’d be able to smell the blood residue off of her father’s mouth.
Tiberius: Do not fuck this up, Adi!...
With the conversation very one sided, Tiberius thrusts his left arm forward and releases his hold on her neck to send her flying backwards onto the cold ground below her. Even if she tried to defend herself in the conversation or try to convince her father of something, he’d simply keep that emotionless expression on his face and turn his back towards her.
Tiberius: Have Clyde help you gather men and weapons…I want this done…
He takes his seat on his throne once more and uses his right arm to lean on the arm rest. He clearly is not having any of Adalie’s shit today. Now it would be up to the daughter to gather what she needs for the upcoming hunt.
Inside of the armory cave
Broderick continues to walk around the room looking into different crates to see what is inside of them. He lifts the top of one pelican case to see a couple of MP5K sub-machine guns with magazines in the soft fabric and he simply groans with displeasure. The case is quickly shut and that is when Cho introduces himself to what he calls “The class.” Broderick turns to look at Cho through the corner of his eye before turning back to focus on what he is doing. His footsteps continue to crunch against the soft dirt underneath him, opening creates only to find projectile weapons that don’t fit his way of fighting. Broderick shuts another case that had AK74u’s in it and turns around to look at Cho.
Broderick: Broderick Pearson…Bounty hunter. Serial Killer.
Broderick’s tone is rather condescending and his facial expression is pretty blank, not exactly the most welcoming of people. After speaking his name, Broderick opens a large crate to find explosive galore. Hanging from the top of it is a shoulder belt that has clippings of m67 fragmentation grenades. Inside of the crate are a bunch of other explosive devices. Broderick reaches out to grab the belt, placing it across his body to where an entire line of grenades run down from his chest to his hip. Once he is content with the weapons he reaches down back to the crate he sat on so he can grab the handle of his baseball bat. Even though the options of weapons are vast in this armory of the Outlander’s, Broderick is not the kind to use guns or long knives. He sees himself fully capable of being able to fight with the knife he was given, the grenades, and his trustworthy baseball bat.
Broderick: Don’t have a tail or claws. I just hit shit until it don’t get back up.
A smirk appears on his face after saying this and that is when Outlander returns back to the group with a large map of Kasaihana City’s second district. He lays it all out for them and points out very specific buildings on the map.
Outlander: I don’t like to play the waiting game so we are going to hit this family before they can hit us. Blood Banks.
Broderick: We’re going to attack innocent people just donating to help save lives? Even by my standards…that seems fucked up.
Outlander: Blood Banks are owned and misused by batblood families. It’s an easy way to obtain free blood without the attention of outside forces. These creatures have made it a long way to cover their existence from the general population. This one though
His large finger presses down on a singular building that is part of the Chinatown landscape.
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[5:31:29 PM] The Voodoo Child: Outlander: This one here is owned by the Malenfant Family. We hit this building and we will surely get their attention. If Stick here doesn’t try killing all of them the moment we get there than we may even get some information on where the main house is. Depending on how that goes, we may be able to end this quicker than later.
Outlander looks over to Cho and even though he has the goggles over his eyes, Cho can feel Outlander’s pupils on him.
Outlander: You’ve come in handy here, Pup. They hate you so it’s obvious that we won’t be sending you in as our bait. As much as you love to fight, I am going to need you to scout the building. Use them senses of yours to find things even I can’t. Broderick, for some reason you can tank a lot of things that should put any normal person down. You got stabbed in the gut a few hours ago and you are still here standing with a healed wound.
Broderick looks down at his gut with his free hand rubbing the now newly repaired skin of his gut.
Broderick: Oh yeah…that did happen.
Outlander: That makes you bait. You’ll walk into the bank and volunteer your blood up to these freaks. Get as deep inside as you can; even if that means giving up some of that crimson drink. The deeper you get in the easier the hit can be.
Broderick: This plan sucks…What will you be doing the whole time?
Outlander circles his fingers around the air duct that is on the roof for the air condition systems.
Outlander: I’ll be using the duct systems to get into the building. There is a security room on the third floor in the center of every building. I’ll get into the room so I can deactivate the alarms. You’ll know when that happens from a signal and when you see that, unleash the beast on these fucks.
Outlander points over to Cho.
Outlander: Because he has to go in empty handed, once you hear the shooting and the fighting start you charge in from the scouting position. Alarms will be cut off so you will have enough of a window to get in and keep anyone from escaping. You bottleneck that entrance and keep everything out. IF this plan works, Stick will be able to push them all to your direction. The ones who think they got away from him will only meet failure to know you are there to stop them. Whichever ones you let live will be the lucky chosen to be able to help us on our journey to end this house. Sound like a plan? Good. Let’s move out!
A few hours later
The building of the blood bank is designed with a Chinese culture appearance with the pointed ceilings on the edges with red color shingles hanging across the edges. On a building across the street both Outlander and Cho are squatted in an overlooking position. This would be a moment for Cho to talk to or ask Outlander any questions without Broderick being there to listen.
Outlander: I need you to try and see if anything fishy is happening out here. Your comms will be working with ours the entire time. I know this job isn’t exactly action jack at the start, but you understand how you can’t be in the building just yet. Next job, Pup. Next job.
Outlander stands up and with a strong leap he is able to go from building to building until he gets his boots on the ceiling of the blood bank. Walking down to the compartment he uses his strength to quietly rip the base off and open up the air duct below. As silent as can be Cho would be able to see how Outlander’s body disappears into the building. Meanwhile on the street Broderick appears on the corner of the building that Cho is keeping overwatch on. Broderick cleaned himself up of the blood to make himself look normal.
Broderick: (I feel naked without my bat…)
Broderick looks up towards where Cho is at for a brief moment before staring back towards the blood bank.
Broderick: You better be a good guard dog…
After a few seconds of waiting it is time and Broderick begins to make his way towards the building. As he makes it to the glass doors he waits as someone comes walking out. With the door open, Broderick walks in and now two out of the three are inside of the building. With Cho left in the cold he is left to the silence of a cold night and with only the sounds of the city to comfort him. Will this role bother him or will he be able to adapt? But even in this situation with a well thought out plan, one wouldn’t be able to miss the feeling that something just isn’t connecting. There is a cold chill to the position that Cho is in and if his senses could focus enough, he’d know that there is something off. But can he figure it out before it is too late?
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Though his voice started out calm, Adalie found herself bracing for the inevitable storm that would follow. Her small body tensed as her father's rage rose with the tone of his voice. For some reason she thought trying to look like the "little princess" he'd always tried to make her into would cushion the blow of his harsh words, but it was obvious that she'd really fucked up this time. When Tiberius jumped from his chair and rushed her at in fathomable speeds, Adalie had no time to properly react. The screaming and whimpering coming from his wall of chained up slaves only made the situation more stressful as Tiberius scolded her further.
"Rela-" she'd begin to say, but was cut off by the sudden collision of his strong back hand against her smooth cheek. Pain erupted through her as she was thrown abruptly to the cold, hard floor with a loud THUD. It took a few moments for Adalie to recover from such a blow. The female bat blood raised herself so that she could sit up with her palms against the floor to support her. She was stunned! He'd never put a hand on her and now here she was on the floor with a big red hand print across her cheek that stung worse than she could have ever imagined.
Just when she thought he wouldn't touch her so violently again, his hand shot down and clenched around her slender throat. She knew better than to fight it, but her hands still grabbed at his out of pure reflex. The higher he raised her, the worse it seemed to get. Not only was she being choked painfully, but she felt utterly humiliated!
Every word he said to her was soaked onto her brain like a sponge as he spoke them. She may have been a bit of a rebel when it came to her home life, but being exiled? What good would being a higher bat blood be if she was all alone? Plus, she had a soft spot in her heart for her father; as most did. After offering Tiberius a quick but strained nod, her body was yet again tossed like a rag doll.
THUD!
A soft Yelp escaped her lips, but she refused to be anymore vocal than that. While one arm propped her up the opposite hand would be rubbing at the dark hand mark left on her throat. As she rubbed at her newest wound she could hear her father's order as he moved away from her.
"Yes, Father..." Her tone was a bit sharp as she spoke, but she didn't dare say anything more. Clyde, the servant from earlier, quietly stepped in to help Adalie to her feet and escort her out of her father's room to avoid more of a beating.
"Clyde," she'd say as they rounded the corner. "Assemble our best men and weapons... We have hunting to do." Her sweet little French accent was tainted by the darkness in her voice as she spoke, but it seemed to excite the young looking lesser bat blood. A smirk curled across his lips before he turned to do as he was told.
Some Time Later
An emergency call to blood donors from every corner of Kasaihana was sent out just hours ago. A graphic plane crash was televised at the time and as the 'story' unfolded, there was a claim that many of the passengers were fighting for their lives and there were many blood transfusions that needed to be made. This gave a reason for the popular blood bank to be so busy in the night time hours. All along the walls were blood draw stations while bear the entrance there was a table loaded with cookies and juice for people who'd given their fair share.
A woman dressed head to toe in a white nurses uniform pushed a cart loaded with marked blood bags through the main area of the clinic. The mask she wore over her lips and nose slightly muffled her soft humming as she weaved around and between other nurses and their smiling patients.
'Idiots.' She'd think to herself as she pushed the cart through a set of double doors in the far corner of the room. The doors easily swung open for her, allowing her to move from the commotion and bright light of one room to the eery silence and slightly dimmer back area. The woman continued to move down a hallway off to the left of the doors until she turned into an open room with the light already turned on.
With the woman completely out of sight and the cart pushed towards the center of the large room, the nurse would raise a hand to pull her mask down under her chin. Those red eyes seemed to glow in the presence of so much fresh blood, but she controlled herself well.
"With that hunter on his side I'm sure he's figured out where to find most of us." As Adalie spoke to herself, she'd place a dainty hand on top of one of the still warm bags of blood. "But I'll always be two steps ahead. I'll be waiting for him and his friends." Her giggle was devious in nature as she stood there in the cold room. A presence, however, alerted her instantly, causing her to turn her head and look over her shoulder.
"Yes, Clyde?"
The male bat bloods eyes quickly raised from their lowered position. It was obvious that he'd been staring at her plump bottom in the rather tight nurse dress.
"They've been detected a short distance away. Randall reported that they were heading in our direction." He flashed her a wicked smirk. "You were right, M'lady."
Such news brought her lips to curl into a little smirk as well. Things were falling into place and she'd soon be able to have what she so desperately craved: Him. The bat wielding human who wasn't so human after all. Not only was his blood to die for, but his strength and determination proved to be just as desirable. She could care less what happened to the other two and whoever else they may be planning to involve, but he was to be left alive.
"Ready the ambush. Unleash hell when it's time. I trust that you'll be able to know when on your own." She'd say while waving him off. "I'll wait for our guest of honor and ready the room after I put away our supply." As she said this she'd grab a few bags in her hands and walk over to a very large cabinet that looked half empty with bags of blood. The cabinet inside was able to be kept at the proper temperature for prolonged blood storage so the Malenfant family could feed at any given time. With a nod and a slow and respectful bow, Clyde would step out of the room and vanish around the corner to give the signal to the waiting mouths outside.
_Introducing yourself as a serial killer is…rarely acceptable. Introducing yourself as a serial killer to a cop?? You’ve got to have a giant pair of balls on you to do that. Still that can often be confused with naievity or other traits, some of which Cho was getting a vibe from Broderick. He seemed…misguided. Cho didn’t like to profile people but as a cop it’s his job to. Everything about the guy screamed delinquent. Stil…he was here because he was special, and working in the KPD you learn patience and the ability to observe some things that need to be observed. Soon enough the outlander came back and Cho would’ve stood attentive recoginizing him as the authority figure around here…but he was only one guy. Were there anymore? or was this guy just that effective on his own?_
Outlander: I don’t like to play the waiting game so we are going to hit this family before they can hit us. Blood Banks.
Broderick: We’re going to attack innocent people just donating to help save lives? Even by my standards…that seems fucked up.
Cho: Somehow I doubt that is remotely close to what he’s talking about. We’re making a preemptive strike.
_Cho got his conformation as Outlander began to go over a plan he’d had about a blood bank that the family was most noteable for owning. This struck a red flag in cho’s mind but he decided to hear the plan out anyway and see where it was going._
Outlander: This one here is owned by the Malenfant Family. We hit this building and we will surely get their attention. If Stick here doesn’t try killing all of them the moment we get there than we may even get some information on where the main house is. Depending on how that goes, we may be able to end this quicker than later.
Cho: Hmm….
Outlander: You’ve come in handy here, Pup. They hate you so it’s obvious that we won’t be sending you in as our bait. As much as you love to fight, I am going to need you to scout the building. Use them senses of yours to find things even I can’t. Broderick, for some reason you can tank a lot of things that should put any normal person down. You got stabbed in the gut a few hours ago and you are still here standing with a healed wound.
_Cho glanced over to Brod, seeing there was some truth in that matter. And perhaps a hidden talent or power that hadn’t quiet yet surfaced yet. Outlander reveals he’s going to be using the ducts to get around a few things and deactivate the security system. Sounded like a key thing to do, especially incase they want to call the police in order to try and get a diversion of escape._
Outlander: Because he has to go in empty handed, once you hear the shooting and the fighting start you charge in from the scouting position. Alarms will be cut off so you will have enough of a window to get in and keep anyone from escaping. You bottleneck that entrance and keep everything out. IF this plan works, Stick will be able to push them all to your direction. The ones who think they got away from him will only meet failure to know you are there to stop them. Whichever ones you let live will be the lucky chosen to be able to help us on our journey to end this house. Sound like a plan? Good. Let’s move out!
Cho:-nods- alright sounds like a plan if I’ve ever heard one.
_Cho still had his doubts though…however the beat goes on and so does time, as they now all made their way to their positions, sitting and waiting for this fiesta to start. Cho was perched on a rootop beside the Outlander. Cho squatted with his right knee on the ground and his left up a bit. He had h is claw out drawing what looked like a strange arrangement of x’s and o’s on the ground._
Outlander: I need you to try and see if anything fishy is happening out here. Your comms will be working with ours the entire time. I know this job isn’t exactly action jack at the start, but you understand how you can’t be in the building just yet. Next job, Pup. Next job.
Cho:…Yeah. Yeah sure no problem.
_Cho kept silent to himself and watched the Outlander begin to make his way off of the rootop and into the building. Broderick was standing there looking around before he finally decided to make his way into the building himself. As he did, Cho would’ve stood straight up, sniffing the air a little bit. Something didn’t sit right. The funny drawings he drew on the ground were actually a series of events that could happen that looked like a football playbook._
Cho: This is their blood bank…if I recall he’d said that failing to turn someone is a disgrace. So what do criminal families do? They either get mad or get even. I don’t think this could be a trap…there’s no way how would they even know we’d be hitting them here? –cho pauses for a moment- I don’t know…I just don’t know. I feel like something is going to go horribly wrong here…I’ll just play my part for now.
[8/2/2016 10:48:00 PM] The Voodoo Child: Walking inside of the building Broderick is quickly met with the stench of homeless people and the faint scent of blood. Broderick lifts his left arm up to rub his nose slightly before walking up to the front desk. His large, clean cut, and muscular build is something of a fly in milk in comparison to those he is currently around. Broderick takes a quick scan of the area to see all of the people sitting in chairs and on the floor just waiting to get their blood drawn. The colored arrows on the ground point him to walk towards a nurse receptionist. There is a small medical window where the receptionist sits behind it with a magazine in her hand. Long brunette locks cover her face as her orbs examine the reading material. Broderick uses the back of his knuckle to lightly knock on the glass.
Broderick: You too busy back there?
The female behind the glass has a relatively attractive body and face, seeing Broderick causes her face to light up and a small pink bubble from her gum to pop. She quickly stands up to open up the window for him and with a very bubbly tone she begins to speak to him.
Receptionist: Ya here to donate some blood?
Broderick: No, I’m here to order a cheeseburger. The fuck do you think?
Receptionist: Someone’s a little grumpy.
As the two talk back and forth she gets general information from Broderick, thankfully for the teen most blood donations don’t require much information. While Broderick is given a number and a wait time, many different things are moving back and forth in regards to the plan. Broderick walks away from the receptionist. As he turns away from her, he doesn’t see her reach down underneath the counter to have her index finger press down on a bright red button. This activates one of the signaling systems inside of the building. Adalie from inside of the room she is in would see a bright red flashing light on the wall. She’d know exactly what this means and her time to strike on her prey would be at hand.
In the Air Ducts
At the same time, Outlander crawls through different directions of air ducts. As he crawls he comes to an impasse with multiple routes in front of him. He looks to the left, then the right, in front of him, and below him.
Outlander: Hmmm.
His hands lift up to his goggles and slowly remove them from the cover of his eyes. Placing them on his forehead reveals the cat-like eyes that are hidden underneath the welding goggles. His eyes scan each direction just as it did before and something about his eyes give him a better understanding of the area around him.
Outlander: Left it is.
He gives a soft smirk before he crawls across the metal air duct to keep moving in the right direction. It takes a few more minutes until Outlander gets himself into position over one of the air vents. Looking through the cracks in the metal design he can see dozens of computer screens that reveal every camera to actually be on Broderick. Outlander’s eyes widen a bit as he can easy piece together that this means the Batbloods know they are here! Without wasting anymore time, Outlander tightens up his body into a small ball before kicking his feet outwards to kick the metal vent; sending it flying towards the ground. His body would slip right through the small opening and he is ready to fight any and everything inside of this security room.
On the rooftop outside
Cho: This is their blood bank…if I recall he’d said that failing to turn someone is a disgrace. So what do criminal families do? They either get mad or get even. I don’t think this could be a trap…there’s no way how would they even know we’d be hitting them here? –cho pauses for a moment- I don’t know…I just don’t know. I feel like something is going to go horribly wrong here…I’ll just play my part for now.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zrAJ5qgMiMk )
Outside of the building it looks like Cho is beginning to question everything that is taking place for this plan. There is something about it that is bothering him. After listening to Cho say this, there would be a slight deep and dark chuckle released behind him. If Cho turned around after hearing the chuckle he would be remised to find that he is looking out at nothing but the cold air and the Asian culture design of the building. Something worth noting about the building is that it helps create a lot of shadows. Even though Cho is not able to see anyone, he’d be able to have the scent of batbloods near him. If he goes out to investigate his senses he’d be able to walk towards one of the walls where the scent would be strongest for him as if he were pinning the location of this batblood down. Even in the shadows, once Cho gets a little too close, maybe just a couple of feet, Cho would be able to see the flicker of sparks being formed just before a large flame appears in front of him. The large flame moves over to a cigar that is pressed between the lips of a very…VERY…large man! The light reflecting off of the lighter reveals the face of the batblood that Cho has smelled this whole time. The features of the face are very rugged and actually looking as if he were out of his own time period. He has a large mustache with glowing red eyes and pale white skin. Long black hair trailed down his shoulders and of course it would be obvious to see the fangs as he gives a sadistic smile from the lighting of his cigar.
(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/f5/90/6c/f5906c23d40776fc344a71c6fa402123.jpg )
???: Something is about to go horribly wrong, WolfBitch…You just won’t be alive to see it all pan out.
Once the lighter is able to get the cigar going, the large man takes a breath in of his cigar before blowing the air out at Cho’s face. What would seem like just a taunt from this large overlymuscled batblood is actually a tactic to start the fighting between the two of them. If Cho takes this plume of smoke to the face or anywhere on him he’d feel the effects of being covered in Wolfsbane! The cigar had been just a façade to keep Cho from seeing what was really rolled in the paper. The smoke is from the wolfsbane inside of the smoking substance! Being hit with the smoke would force small crystalline portions of the wolfsbane to become imbedded on his face. This would allow the wolfsbane effects to take place but because it is landing on his skin it would take a little bit for the effects to truly take hold of Cho. Once the fighting begins, the crystalline embedded wolfsbane pieces would be able to enter his body through his pours and thus speed up the effects. If he were to inhale this smoke by accident than it would only further increase the rate of the wolfsbane because it will have entered into body! Following the attack of putting wolfsbane on Cho, this large male would thrust his right leg forward in an attempt to launch Cho flying backwards from a kick to the chest! If successful Cho would feel like he is being hit with the strength of a freight train! The thick leg of the batbloods tightens and reveals all the muscles that are moved to try and knock Cho back! After the kick if it were able to send Cho a few feet across the roof of the building, the batblood would finally make his way out from the shadows and reveal his body to Cho.
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[8/2/2016 10:48:04 PM] The Voodoo Child: ???: I can’t believe they sent me to kill a busta kid like you…What a waste of my talents.
When Cho is able to get a sight of him he’d see that this guy is the real deal. He wears a sleeveless biker jacket with his body practically covered in areas with chains. The tips of his boots are spiked with what he may be able to guess is made of silver. The belt protector he wears is also made of metal that cover over a small portion of his jean pants. The fingerless gloves are also spike tipped. What Cho would come to really see in this moment is less of the clothes that this guy is wearing but the sound of chain links hitting back and forth against each other as a weapon falls down from the left hand of his. A loud clink sound is heard once the chain links extend all the way almost touching the floor. At the end of the chain is a long ulak style of knife and it is clear that this batblood is not willing to let Cho make it out of here alive.
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The Security Room
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=trJFb-Y-n54 )
As Outlander dives down into the security room and with both blades in his hands he quickly goes onto the killing spree that is needed to empty the place out. He lands on the back of one of the security guards and both of his heated knives plunge into the back of his uniform quickly causing his body to burn into ash! A second security guard quickly grabs his baton and swings it around to try and hit Outlander on the base of his nose. Outlander reactively jumps backwards and that forces him to place both hands on one of the counters behind him. Balancing his body on the counter however allows him to bring his knees close to his chest and as the second guard tries to hit him again, Outlander thrusts both legs out to kick the guard in his chest and send him flying back into the wall behind him. The guard hits the wall with a loud thud but before his body can fall to the ground, Outlander thrusts himself forward off of the counter and at the same time he throws the blade from his right hand to where the guard is at. As his body falls to the ground, he is stopped by the heated blade ripping through the air to be pierced right through the center of his chest. The tip of the knife impales the guard onto the wall just moments before his body bursts into flames and falls to the ground in the form of heated ash. With the body leaving no remains on the knife Outlander stands back to his normal height before walking over to pull the blade out of the wall. Outlander places both blades on his back and he adjusts his goggles to be over his eyes once more. After clearing the security room of the men inside, Outlander comes to see all the cameras and how they focus on Broderick. Outlander quickly reaches down to the keyboards to place something in but before he does he looks up at the screen to see that Broderick is actually walking towards the entrance into the back rooms where they take blood.
Outlander: They’re here…
He says this softly to himself but instead of alerting Broderick that he has made it to the security room, he pulls his hands off of the table and he keeps his eyes on the cameras. Wherever Broderick is being taken, Outlander clearly wants to see where this goes and what he might be able to get out of it.
Where Broderick is
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=68I3j2luW64 )
Receptionist: We’ve looked over application and we think you’d be perfect for blood donations.
Broderick: Yeah, go figure…
The two of them walk through the hallway of the clinic style building and Broderick looks to both directions to see how each patient is strapped to a chair with tubes of blood filling bags by multiple nurses. The smell back here is less of a clinic and simply reeks of blood. The receptionist takes Broderick to a separate room from everyone else. This causes pause in the large teenager as they stop at the door just outside of the room.
Broderick: Why am I so special?
Receptionist: The homeless have their own special donating area. You have a more clean appearance so we don’t want to mix your blood with theirs since you’ll probably have a higher chance of not having any STD’s or Drugs in your system.
Broderick: Sure…
Broderick can smell the bullshit but he knows he has to play his part in this plan otherwise this all fails. Within the next few minutes, Broderick is shirtless lying down on a metal table with his wrists bounded by leather braces. His hardened upper body is one to take appreciation on, naturally having the body of a Greek god by appearance. He slowly balls his fingers into fists as he lies on the table completely exposed. The doctor or nurse who is meant to see him will surely be in shortly.
Broderick: (Outlander better hurry up with that damned signal…I hate being tied down…)
With a simple tug with his left wrist he can feel how easy it would be to rip right out of these restraints but being the good soldier, he tries to buy them as much time as he can before things go south. He has no idea what is coming his way or WHO for that matter. Cho is outside having to deal with someone who is ready to kill him. Broderick is about to meet the face of the very people who want him dead. And Outlander watches this all as it unfolds in the safety of the security room.
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_Cho would’ve begun to keep a vigilant watch until a scent hit his nose…a batblood scent. He tilted his head up and started to sniff the air a bit as he paid attention to the trace of the smell! There was also a dark chuckle that picked up in his ears and like the dog he was he dropped to fall fours! A crouching stealth position, though if someone had already gotten him from behind…it meant his cover was compromised. This meaning that he was the one on the defensive, but keeping low couldn’t hurt. He crawled around, following the scent and the sound. As he walks towards one of the walls he continues sniffing…he can smell it but he couldn’t see anything! Was it on the other side of the wall? Thinking he’d already been dooped, he’d stand up straight and continue walking towards the wall this scent was coming from. After which the sound of a lighter and the flicker of a spark to match it, came into his ear, and he’d look up. A rather large….large man was lighting up a smoke and looking down on him. He was pale…and he reaked of bat._
_When he tuants him, Cho leaps back but not before getting a giant blast of smoke in his face and a boot to the chest! Gah! cho hated the smell of cigars and cigarettes. His nose could pick up their ugly scents and they made it worse. He coughed a bit now being about 10 feet away but as he was he’d feel odd. Queezy. His knees were shaking and he quickly dropped to his left knee, holding it, and gritting his teeth. Feeling the hardening scales on his face he knew instantly what this fucker had hit him with…Wolfsbane. He felt his body soar arcross the roof and as it did his back would’ve hit a small stone Asian style lantern. The lantern rattled a bit, and Cho with flickering eyes was barely a able to make it out. He’d heard the Batblood say something about them sending him to kill a busta kid like himself. Cho would’ve been struggling to pull himself up only to cough and rebutle verbally._
Cho: *cough cough* Wolfsbane!? Really? At least get the real deal angry bloom! *cough cough* Maybe I can die a peaceful death, this stuff just feels like an itch I can’t scratch in my body! –inhales and exhales- Okay time to think…
_Cho saw his outfit…he looked like one of the Tanks in Connor’s crew but…well undead. He’d had a chain with a blade at the end of it…Cho wiped the slobber form his mouth and held his chest. That hit hurt…a lot more since he was no better than a peak human with this stuff swimming in his system._
Cho: Okay…remember what Kin said…when they start throwing weaknesses…you throw them to. I’m physically out matched for now…
_Cho’s eyes scan the area. Asian style background. His eyes darted to the left and to the right for a moment. He wanted the man to see him looking around, keep him guessing. Keep him wondering what his next move was. Cho would’ve then sprang into action! He stood up stepping back! God it ached just to move but he had to! He reared his left leg back, and kicked a bucket of clear spilling oil towards the giant batblood! Wether it hit or not, it wasn’t intended to. Being 10 feet away by the time the bucket reached 3 feet from this monstrosity, Cho would’ve withdrew his pistol and his shotgun! The shotgun pointed at the oil, and the pistol pointed at a lit chinese style lantern on the batbloods left! Cho pulled both triggers in a western style second! The shotgun having a very special *heated* ammo specifically meant to kill batbloods would’ve ignited the oil and caused a massive 5 feet explosion right infront of the batblood! Simutanious to this, the pistol heated bullet would’ve shot the lantern on his left which also was approximately 5 feet from his location on this side, and it to would’ve emmited a 5 feet radial expolsion! The embers combining to create a 10 foot spread of firey destruction! Cho would’ve stood there then, holding both of his guns and pointing them at the location the batblood was SUPPOSED to be. Cho knew he was physically done for here…so he’d have to rely on his wit._
Cho: Guess this is where that cop training comes in handy. –speaks into the com- Outlander, got an issue here…gonna need to double check you on that bottle neck strategy…they batprepped he shit out of us. Respond….someone.
_As Cho stood there taking in and exhaling the toxins in the air. It was a trick he’d picked up from Kin, about inhaling other amounts of toxin’s to dilute the other ones that may have been in his blood stream. Cho knew the mist itself was coming from the cigar, which was still a selective scent in his nose, but it was because of the other Toxins in the air created by the both of them the fume was diluted. Diluted enough that if Cho took in enough of the carbon monoxide from the gas, he could poision his body and have his nulled healing factor heal said poison, which would at least give him back 75% of his original abilities at least. That being said Cho spread his arms out, sweat dripping from his brow, and he’d flick his wrist and his raven black claws would’ve emerged from his fingertips. He then began to focus his senses, getting ready to make his move towards the location he estimated the Batblood to be in. range wasn’t going to work here…_
Cho: If I can disarm him of his utility belt, get it off of him, and take him down with hand to hand combat….wait whats that sound?
_Cho’s senses were keen enough to at least pick up a fient rolling sound. He had above average senses but he was also trained in sense focusing as well. The only reason Cho was having an issue with this batblood is because his heart didn’t beat and he didn’t need to breathe. Two factor’s he was more dependent on that someone’s scent. He heard small marbles coming on both sides beside him. He stood straight up, looking to his left and right not sure what was going on exactly. His senses still a tad dulled, he couldn’t smell the bomb residue and sadly he was caught in the blast! The explosion spanned outwards, hitting him dead on and causing him to fall down! The edge of the building he’d been standing on collapsed beneath him and Cho began to fall with it! His hands reaching up to grab onto something that wasn’t there! Cho hit the ground on his back, a loud “oomf!” spitting from his mouth. He looked up and saw nothing but giant chunks of rubble coming to fall up and over his body! As this happened he put his arms up defensively, curling into a ball and with loud thunderous crashes, the rubble began to crumble around him. Large chunks of rocks, falling onto his body, and ubble, steel pipes, and other things. _
???: That’s another one down…
_After a few moments, maybe minute or so when the Batblood left, the rubble would’ve began to rubble, and Cho would’ve busted from it! leaping into the air in a front flip and landing on the ground on his feet! He had an exasperated look on his face, a wide eyed expression, as he beat his chest, coughing up black smoke, and speaking aloud!_
Cho: Geez!!! Well…at least I’m out of Wolfsbane range. Should’ve brought something to help with that. I didn’t think our trap would’ve been out trapped. –looks at his hands- But boy am I glad I had these babies to help out.
_Cho would’ve turned his hands around to kiss his shiny Dynainium gauntlets, which made every piece of rubble that hit him feel completely weightless and useless. Curling up into a ball he’d created a shield for himself taking no damage except light back pain that healed up quickly now that he wasn’t in range of the Wolfsbane. Cho looked towards the entrance of the building, reaching behind his back and withdrew his shotgun, cocking it once and holding it in his left hand._
Cho: IF YOU CAN HEAR ME I’M COMING IN THERE AND I’M CRACKING SKULLS! YOUR PLANNING SUCKS OUTLANDER!
_Cho would’ve ran towards a door in front of him, and leaping up he’d kick it in! rushing towards the inside, with the gun properly held, ready to shoot, to aim, and to kill whatever popped up infront of him! He’d had enough of being tricked and he wasn’t about to go through it a second time for any reason whatsoever._
Outlander: Mow these fuckers down pup!
Cho: YOU good sir are in NO shape to give me ORDERS!
*Click click-BOOM*
_The sound of shotgun blast began to fill the room up as the nurse batbloods that rushed cho would’ve gotten a shotgun spread to their faces and chest! Turning them into ashes! With his senses now back, Cho would’ve lowered his body, and turned around, pivoting off of the ball of his leftfoot to turn around and blast the other batbloods in their chest! Three of the males turning into ash along with the one Cho just dusted. Cho stood back up pointing the shotun at another one coming around towards his left, but the batblood grabbed the gun attempting to disarm Cho! Cho tilted the gun, so the base was now lowered towards his abdomen, and the barrel of the gun was beneath the batbloods chin. With a pull of the trigger, Cho blasted the batbloods head into embers and watched it turn to flames! Cho turned around only to snap kick a batblood, into another batblood and blasted them both into oblivion in addition to this! He was low key having a blast, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep doing this. Eventually he, Broderick, and outlander were going to have to get the hell out of here eventually. _
*Click click…..*
Cho: Shit.
_Now out of bullets, Cho takes the gun in hand like a bat and bashes the nearest batblood he could with the butt of the shotgun! Folding it up he clips it to his belt, and takes out his heated knife only to turn into a savage incredibly quickly! Gripping one of the females and stabbing the heated blade into her chest, only to spin and throw the back of his heel into the gut of another batblood, bending him over and stabbing it into the back of that batbloods neck. Leaping through the embers Cho would’ve brought his feet to his chest, chambering them, and then lashing them out into the chest of two other batbloods, to send them flying giving him some distance but not much! Cho landing on his back and kicking back up, would’ve then lowered his stance. The batbloods circled him, as if they were closing in on their prey….Cho was outnumbered, but he liked these odds. He’d take these odds. His half wolf form showing itself, he popped his neck from side to side, and held the knife in a reverse grip in his right hand._
_When outlander informed him they were going to have to leave this place Cho scoffed with a “yeah no kidding” kind of tone. He kept his senses keen, feeling the vibrations of their consistent moving footsteps. Cho then gets wind of him asking if he had Brods bat and his grenades._
Cho: Yeah I’ve got em clipped to my waist.
_in hearing this Outlander just tells him to blow this place up. Cho agreed with the plan and nodded._
Cho: I’m on it…just let me do some crowd control. Okay…I got an idea.
_Cho stood straight up, twirling the knife in his hand, and holding down the button to superheat the blade. As he did this, he’d then grab the blade with his left hand, holding it tightly. He closed his eyes and showed some discomfort as he let the heat burn his hand to the third degree! The smell of charred flesh filling the room as the batbloods began to move closer and closer. After a few more seconds of this, Cho releases the knife, and holds his orange glowing palm outwards! He’d used his fortification chi to contain and trap the heat energy in the palm of his hand. With his next move he inhaled a large drawn out breath and, let his right hand hover over his left. Cho let out a roar, but it could barely be heard! This is because he is trapping the sound and impact of the ‘roar’ itself within a ball of fortification chi, containing the property. Now Cho held a glowing orange ball of heat energy and sound energy in the palm of his right hand. He held it out, and the batbloods would’ve been hesitant to move towards him, able to feel the blistering heat surrounding Cho’s body! He moved through the crowd, his eyes looking left and right to make sure they didn’t try him. When his back was against the door, Cho would’ve smiled with the corner of his lips, only to utter._
Cho: I owe this one to you Tobi.
_Referring to the Warlock he first used this technique against, Cho would’ve spread his arms apart, only to bring them together in a loud *CLAP!!!!* In doing so, the sound of a loud wolfish roar would’ve been heard echoing through the building, atop of this, a bright orange flash over took the room as using the fortification Chi, cho amplified the heat and the sound waves to make them tangible, allowing them to not only blast the massive room full of batbloods back, but burn them to ash only seconds afterwards! The room shook slightly and after the fact, during the cool down period, the wall surrounding the entrance would’ve been blown out and scattered across the street! Car alarms going on and off as Cho stood there with his hands smoking, only for them to heal slowly. He spread his hands and shook them off gritting his teeth and then blowing air onto his crisp palms._
Cho: GAAAAAAH! UGH! Note to self! Only do that in emergencies!
_Cho took hold of the grenade belt and bolted through the door! He started dropping grenades left and right throwing them into room after room and setting them off one by one! The grenades exploded loudly and violently, hitting fuse boxes and causing chain reactions of explosions to go off as well! As Cho made his way down the hallway, he’d had one good grenade left! He spoke into his coms, trying his best to be audible over the violent volley of explosions that took over!_
Cho: You guys better make it out of here!
_Cho would’ve come to the room he was looking for! The boiler room! Cho would’ve popped the pin off of the grenade and used his claw to open a gash inside of it! Tossing the grenade inside he’d blow up the hot water heater, which began to detonate the massive number of explosive fumes located inside of it’s pipes and connecting lines! Cho would’ve used his strength in his half wolf from to throw his arms up in front of him, pushing the Dynainium gauntlets into each and every wall that came his way! He bashed through wall, after wall, after wall! Explosions going off behind him as he finally made his way back outside in a diving motion! He rolled onto the street, his face having some black charred spots, as well as his jacket and clothing. Cho began to dust himself off looking at the erupting flames._
Cho: Anyone there? Outlander? Broderick? Did you guys make it? Respond?!
_Cho heard Outlander congratulate him and as he did he sighed a sigh of relief. Standing straight up and looking the giant building up and down he’d hear Broderick talk about not actually being able to make it. saying that he and Outlander couldn’t do anything about his situation. Cho frowned with the corner of his mouth and spoke aloud once again._
Cho: That’s not acceptable. To be honest I don’t have any reason to deal with either of you, but I took an oath. Brod we’ll get you out of there, just keep yourself alive for the time being.
Outlander: Not gonna happen pup.
_Cho turned around to see Outlander walking up and standing beside him. He’d withdrawn his gear and stood with his hands by his sides, fingers dangling loose, completely relaxed now. Still, one wouldn’t dare attack the man or come off at him wrong._
Outlander: Stick’s done for.
Cho: We don’t know that. He was our ticket to gaining leverage on the batbloods like you said. Regardless of how you or I feel towards him, he’s not expendable.
_Outlander chuckles a bit, lifting his goggles up and off over his eyes. The white glowing irises looking into the fire, and Cho furrowed his brow a bit. He’d never seen eyes like that his entire life. He wouldn’t’ go as far as complementing them but he would admire them from a distance. _
Outlander: That’s where you wrong pup. We’re all expendable in some form of way. Even him. Still there was something special about that kid. It was his own fault he lost his life and stalled around too long with the girl. Whatever drew those batbloods to him, we don’t have that anymore. –turns around- even if he was alive, the batbloods probably swamped him by now and sucked him dry. Better off regrouping and planning our next attack.
Cho:….
_Cho watched Outlander prepare to walk away. Cho stood there for a moment and pulled the ear piece out of his ear and placed it on the surface of his watch. As he did this he’d follow behind outlander slowly, having the watch he had begun to enact a radar to trace the signal of the ear piece Broderick was wearing. Cho knew this process was going to be a tedious one…but Outlander was right._
Cho: Guy walks out of an explosion unharmed, and your telling me his dead. You can’t play me…more than likely if he is alive, then the girl is alive to. Broderick knows how important she is to their mission and I’ going to assume he wouldn’t’ let her die. I find the bug, I find them both. With or without this outlander guy.
Pt 3[]
[8/12/2016 12:23:35 PM] The Titan King of Crime: The events that led up to Broderick being in his current situation is one of much destruction. Above the now destroyed blood bank building is a street filled with families in tears from some innocents being caught in the crossfire of the explosion. EMT and other medical personnel try to help whoever they can while KPF forces attempt to make a barrier around the crime scene. Fire fighters use their large hoses to put out some of the fires that started to spread to nearby buildings after the explosion occurred. There are even news groups gathered around to talk about what is being considered a “Terrorist” attack.
Reporter: Reports are coming in that this explosion may have been caused by a dirty bomb. No cameras have been able to be recovered from the building itself which is making it difficult for KPF Detectives to try and figure out who exactly caused this mass panic here in Kasaihana City. No terrorist group has taken credit for this attack so far but if this truly is a terrorist attack, there is a possibility that there will be another!
Broderick: (It’s funny how one action can be taken in so many different ways. Different outcomes to try and make sense of something that doesn’t make sense is what I think it all is…But then again…Who am I to question to way of the world?)
Underneath the building is the truth about the blood bank, the truth that the world refuses to see. At one end of the tunnel there is a large black Humvee vehicle with multiple bat bloods inside. Walking up to the vehicle is a few batbloods holding the large teenager known as, Broderick Pearson. The batbloods drop him onto the ground at the back of the Humvee. His body is covered in blood and gashes from the long sharp nails that Batbloods have. Still clinched in his unconscious right hand is his handy dandy baseball bat. The driver of the Humvee walks out and looks down at Broderick and shakes his head.
Humvee Driver: You called multiple cells to come here just to bring this guy in? Where is all the other bloods you guys called in for?
The batblood that was holding Broderick points behind them and that is when the driver sees everything. Multiple other Humvee vehicles blown up or thrown into the tunnel walls and batblood splattered all over the place. Ash and headed rocks from the flames are scattered all across the tunnel, even showing some on the ceiling.
Driver: How the hell did someone get killed on the ceiling?
Batblood: This guy was a complete fucker to take down. Do not let him wake up.
Driver: Where does she want him?
Batblood: Back to the house…
Driver: Shit.
The group load Broderick into the Humvee, if Adalie joined them in the Humvee, they would begin to drive deeper into the tunnel while leaving all the destruction and death behind them in the dust. This is where everything becomes a black haze for the teenager. The next few hours pass by slow and black, something Cho may be able to follow if he were still paying attention to the makeshift tracker he designed. What this would show Cho and Outlander is that the batbloods have a ery extensive underground freeway style that allows them to maneuver through entire cities and perhaps countries without having anyone suspect them or even know of their activities. If they followed they would need a way to travel across a vast distance because this tracker is being taken all the way up into ALASKA! Broderick remains out cold for this entire trip, his body completely drained from having blood both cut and sucked out of his body.
Driver: We sent hundreds of batbloods to retrieve him and you guys are the only ones to make it out? What kind of thing is he?
Passenger: I have no idea…But the Daughter of Lord Tiberius seems to be verrrryyyy interested in him if you know what I mean.
Driver: Usually I’d be inclined to make a joke back on her more “open” personality…But shit, even I am interested. What if he is a hunter? What if this is what they are becoming? You know it is already bad out here for us with The Executioners and The Annihilator. What if this is like their version of “Setting their game up?”
Passenger: Let’s pray this is an isolated being.
Hours later
The batbloods have arrived at their location and already taken Broderick deep into the structure that they are at. From the outside if Cho and Outlander followed they’d see a large castle complex like something out of a Disney animation. Large towers surround the castle with snipes covering every direction and enough fire power to take on a full scale invasion. The castle itself is designed like a fortress and just the sight of it would already be intimidating to think about breaking into. Inside of the castle, Broderick is taken to a very specific place. Even though he is unconscious he can still subtly hear the sounds that are currently around him. By this point his wounds have seemed to heal, nothing but dried blood covers his body now. He can hear wheels of a table beneath him and the sounds of chains clinking against other metals. The batbloods barge into a room and that is when the sound of the chains get louder. A latching sound is heard four times in different directions. Seconds pass and the batbloods return to the table to lift Broderick into the air. A soft thus sound is heard next once they drop him onto another place where he can lay down. Four more latching sounds are heard and a tug of the chains. Footsteps are heard before a loud slam of doors drowns it out. Broderick shakes his head lightly and with the consciousness ever so slowly returning to him.
[8/14/2016 10:58:27 AM] Snowflake Princess: Adalie was the first to arrive back to the castle. Covered in dirt and blood, the daughter of Tiberius looked like she'd just had one hell of a night. And she did. Her newest interest proved to be much harder to contain than she originally thought. Many lesser bat bloods lost their lives during such a fight. Only a small handful were still conscious after finally taking the bat wielding wonder down. It was a big relief to finally see him fall, though no one was willing to fully relax while his grip stayed strong on the handle of his bat.
As Adalie relished in her victory and capture of Broderick, she threw open the doors to her spacious bedroom. A room fit for someone of her status. Tiberius, though harsh and fairly sadistic at times, had quite a soft spot for his only child. That's why after he blew up on Adalie after her failure, it became the latest castle gossip. Everybody within those walls knew. No one really stopped talking about it after it happened. Some expressed worry or pity for Adalie while others quietly bad mouthed her and took her father's side. Then, there were those that made it a joke.
Upon arrival at the castle, Adalie demanded a warm bath to be run for her. So, when she walked through those elegant double doors that led to her bedroom, she could hear female voices chit chatting and giggling over the sound of running water. Did they not hear her coming in? Whatever the case, Adalie slipped closer to listen.
"Say goodbye to Adi, Martha Mae. I heard her newest 'interest' was somehow immune to bat blood bites and that he was killing bat bloods like nothing just the other day." There was a soft giggle shared between the two.
"I'll be glad when she's gone, to be honest. Less competition. I've had my eye on him since the day he first arrived and that little whore went and seduced him. They were nearly caught the next day naked in her bed!"
Before anything more could be said, Adalie stepped in behind the women. The master bathroom bore large mirrors along one of the walls just above the large counter and sink. Adalie could easily see her reflection and she looked livid!
"Ladies~" She began, her voice sounding warm and almost sing songy. Both bat bloods jumped, startled by her voice. They'd been caught up in their work and their gossip and didn't at all notice Adi's presence.
"You may be excused." The smile was forced. Both maids hesitantly rose, fear in their red eyes. They knew she must've heard them, and not knowing how much she heard made them so nervous that they almost wanted to cry. As the women wiped their hands on their aprons, they began to step around Adi who merely stood there. But, before they could get completely around her, Adalie's arms would reach out and back, allowing her fingers to grip the women by the collars of their maid uniforms. With as much force as she could muster, the higher bat blood threw the women back towards the bath tub. The women let out screams of horror as the bathroom door was slammed shut and snarling could be heard from the inside.
30 Minutes To An Hour Later
Adalie was soaking in warm bath water with fresh rose petals and small bubbles floating about. She laid back in her custom tub with her neck resting on a small cushion to keep her comfortable. A new set of maids were silently scrubbing and cleaning the floor and walls of the master bathroom while she bathed. Their objective: dispose of Sandra and Martha Mae's remains then clean up the mess of blood that pooled on the floor. The women were nearly done when a wide eyed bat blood she recognized from the tunnel fight peeked in. Adalie wasn't one to get shy of embarrassed about being exposed to a stranger, so she didn't fight to hide herself from him.
"He's here?" She'd ask, a wide, sadistic smile playing across her lips as she sat up in the water. The male bat bloods eyes lowered to her now exposed breasts and his gaze lingered there for a moment. Adi frowned and cleared her throat, not wanting to waste any time.
"Well?!"
"Oh!" He shook his head, knocking those dark thoughts from his mind before answering. "Yes! Yes, he's here. They're about to bind him to your bed."
"Lovely~"
It doesn't take long at all for Adalie to finish her relaxing bath. Just after rinsing the soap from her hair and body she steps out of the draining tub. The two new maids assigned to her room are there with towels ready to was around Adi as she raises her arms up above her head. The women don't bat an eyelash as they wrap her torso tightly with one towel and wrap her hair up into another.
"You're dismissed... Close the bedroom door behind you and don't return unless U call for you." The women bowed their heads, not saying a word before leaving and closing the door as she asked, but before fully leaving they managed to take a peak at Adalie's prize that was heavily chained to her large, queen sized bed. He still looked fresh from the battlefield. The women exchanged a look of curiosity mixed with worry before actually closing the door.
While Broderick laid there, he might be able to hear gentle humming. A slow tune that would be easy to focus on as he came to. It grew closer and closer until it was almost directly in his ear. If he hadn't opened his eyes yet, he'd feel weight being put on the edge of the bed near his left hip. More weight is applied to that side of the bed before it shifts and becomes more balanced. At that time, he'd feel something wing placed right on his groin. Something a bit firm but undeniably soft and round. There was a soft giggle and whatever sat on him wiggled from left to right gently in an attempt to wake him. If his eyes were to open now he's be met by the sight of a very naked Adalie with freshly blow dried and brushed out hair sitting right on top of him with her legs spread just enough to give him a peak at her little pink flower.
"Good morning, big guy~." There was a seductive purr to her voice as she leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest to dangle her breasts down for him to get another eyeful as she stared down at him. Her red eyes were flowing noticeably as she watched him.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JiAlZIW7hsQ )
_After discovering the tracker went all the way back to ALASKA Cho was outright baffled. These batbloods had a real way of hiding out amongst one the entire world it looks like it. Cho and Outlander would’ve had a bit of a falling out. The both of them now sitting on a plane, with outlander driving and Cho in the back strapping up. Surely enough they couldn’t actually pay for a plane so what they decided to do was to hijack one. Right out of the Kasaihana central airport. It was a cargo plane, had a big back end and a place for Cho to drop out of. Earlier however the conversation wasn’t so civil…_
*Hours earlier*
Cho: See? –shows Outlnder the tracker on his watch- the signal is going pretty far but we can still track it. We can follow it to wherever it’s going.
_Outlander sat down in front of a sharpening tool, pushing the pedal and sharpening a blade he’d been working on it._
Outlander: You’re sticking your neck out an awful lot for stick. You two got some kind of friendship?
Cho: No. What we do have is a mutual understanding is that whatever is special about him, the batbloods want it. Think about it! She’s with him. She’s the daughter of the guy you’ve been chasing. If we follow them, stick to the curve then this time we can REALLY get them. They don’t know about this tracker! This time we DO have the upperhand.
Outlander: Even if your right. Even if I did go out of my way to help you and stick, what do I get out of this? Stuck in another position where I’m vulnerable to be killed? You don’t risking your life when it doesn’t benefit you.
Cho: Yeah you do, it’s called being a cop. –pulls out his badge- which is what I am.
Outlander: I’ll track him down on my own
Cho: Be honest outlander, do you REALLY think you’ll EVER get a chance like this again? You almost got everyone KILLED last time! What do you think will happen next time when you’re by yourself???
*Present time*
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FCO95esUzBw&index=184&list=PLYNBny7IRlVnrGC-RuQIVVorxDUTCk6dV )_Outlander begins to flip some controls and the ship began to slow down. Outlander looks back towards Cho seeing him strapped in with bands hanging from his shoulders. He chuckled and shook his head once more_
Outlander: Now go over this ridiculous plan with me one more time.
Cho: Simple. I’m going to drop down from this hatch, and bear crawl all the way up towards the back of the plane. When I do that, the bands will stretch, until they can no longer stretch! We’re about 1 mile out from the castle which is enough to avoid immediate detection. If I travel towards the open window hard and fast I’ll come on whatever tracking system they have as a bird or a blip or even an air ship. I’ll also hide my chi during the entire process of this so I can’t be sensed during infantry.
Outlander: you at least gonna use the stealth walk I taught you?
Cho: -sigh- Yes. Walk with your hell to your toe, and if your feet get tired switch to your tip toes. I got this alright? When I get inside, I’m going to then need YOU to go through the back door at the bottom of the tire. You meet in the middle of the building, we meet up, find Broderick, bust him out of there and we blow this place. I’m using myself as more bait here so you plant the explosive charges and I’ll take out as many of these bastards as I can.
Outlander:-smiles and turns back around to open the hatch- we’ll see pup. Go on, git.
_Cho gave him a smug expression for the dog notion he’d made towards him. Cho hated this racist bastard but he’d only need to be around him for just a little bit longer. Cho began to drop down from the hanger. A utility belt on his waist, his shotgun hanging from it along with two pistols holstered from his armpits. When he dropped down, he’d hold onto the bouncy straps before letting himself bounce up and take grip of the base of the plane! He’d begin climbing the bottom of it using his claws to keep grip! Wincing a bit having to pull against the tension of the bands to stretch it as much as humanly, or Wolfbloodly, possible. When he got to the back of the plane he could feel his shoulders being pulled on, almost as if they were going to snap out of their sockets! Cho gritted his teeth a bit more, before taking sharp breathes as if hyping himself up!...and then he let go!_
_Cho’s body went flying lie a missile through the air as the bands slung him forward and he disconnected from them the moment he reached his max velocity! Cho quickly used Kakusu to cloak his Chi and make it disappear from sight! His target? The counts window! It was open and ready for the taking. Cho would’ve had to wait for the right moment before tilting and turning his body to the left to make sure he entered the window at the right angle only to then be inside of he room! Given the specs he was able to obtain from the room using his Wolf vision, he’d pull on the cord on his chest and make air bags emerge from his chest! When he did he bounced off of the wall and then fell to the ground silently! Cho’s eyes were swirling in circles, and he shook his head a couple of times and Cho then wiggled around trying to move._
Cho: ngh! Gah!...shit!....guh….i didn’t…for see this part of the plan.
_Cho would’ve reared his head up and bit into the airbag on his chest deflating it and letting the air out of the other ones as well! He stood up, bundling it all together and walking over to the closet to stuff the suit into it. He then shuts the door and begins to stealth walk. Cho reached into his belt and pulled out two metal handles and held one in each hand. At least to the naked eye that’s what it seemed like. It was really a decapitation razor thin wire, that had a heating mechanism inside of it. Cho approached the door, and he opened it slowly. He peaked outwards only to then slowly begin proceeding down the hallway. He could smell at least 2 or 3 batbloods further down the corridor and he was going have to be crafty._
The consciousness that returns to him comes in small waves and fluttering eyes. The feeling of something pressing down onto his groin shocked him a bit, forcing his body to jerk a little bit. But as that round object rests onto his body it begins to feel nice and wake him up even more. The giggle hits his ears and that forces his eyes open while his hips also move slightly with her left and right wiggling. The sight in front of him is a gorgeous naked girl resting on top of his groin and her breasts pushed out to be dangling in front of his face. No matter what he wants to do to resist the urge to look at her, his eyes move on their own to look down and see the pink flower that she exposes for him. His mind quickly fades from the adolescent thoughts of the teenager he is and is able to grasp the severity of the situation once more. For the few moments that her body is able to sway him she’d be happy to see that he is attracted to her, but could be equally disappointed in the way he responds to her games. The seductive tone she uses to try and sway him again is only met with the blank expression of his stoic face. The eyes void of color and light stare into her red orbs and they don’t even flinch to move anywhere else.
Broderick: In case it wasn’t obvious before, you crazy bitch…We aren’t fucking.
His tone is dark and just blatantly rude, something she might ironically enjoy more than him just giving in to her. His hands slowly ball into fists and he lightly tugs on the chains to see how hard they are and how much they actually are holding him in his current position. Feeling the chains give some tension back, he smirks slightly and shakes his head.
Broderick: I’m going to give you till the count of three…On three I am breaking out of here and causing one hell of a scene. Or you can just get up and let me off now…
He knows full well that option two isn’t going to be something she even processes as a possibility. Knowing this, he begins to lightly tug on the chain once more.
Broderick: One…
As he says this if he looked towards the pillars of her bedframe she’d see how the chains begin to pull at them and cause some cracks to appear around the end of the chain piece.
Broderick: Two…
Meanwhile inside of the chambers of the Lord of this house, Tiberius sits on his throne with his right cheek resting on the closed fist of his right hand. The elbow of this hand is sitting upon the right arm rest and by the facial expression he has it would be obvious to see that he is under a lot of stress. Standing in front of him is a few bat bloods dressed head to toe in black colored knight armor.
Baptiste: Lord Tiberius, we have security posted at all ends of the house and all sensors are active to track anything that isn’t our men. If anything or anyone were to try and get into this house, we would know.
Tiberius: I trust your judgement, Baptiste. I can’t help but have this feeling, this off-putting sense on the back of my neck that there is something terribly wrong in my house. Increase security details around the house and the outer forests.
Baptiste: As you wish, My Lord. It will be done.
Near the doorway that Cho is at. The few batbloods who are walking down the corridor would be the last of Cho’s troubles. A few feet in front of him, a brown wooden door slowly creeps open and two bat bloods come walking out. They seem harmless at first but they are not to be taken lightly.
Bat Blood 1: Can you believe they are making us go on shift at this time of night?
Bat Blood 2: It seems like Lord Tiberius thinks someone is going to try and attack this house soon. He’s really been on his toes ever since the stuff with Lady Adalie.
Bat Blood 1: Yeah, she fucked up yet we are the ones who have to suffer. Did you see that big guy they brought in? She has him chained up in her bedroom last I heard. Fuckin whore never knows when to stop playing around.
If Cho were to be stealthy enough to avoid detection he’d be able to get all this information about what is going on in the house and where Broderick is being kept. Is avoided the two bat bloods would carry out their walk and be none the wiser about Cho’s presence. But in those few seconds Cho could later feel the presence of more bat bloods being placed around the area. With the increase of security there are more men to be in his path than he might have originally expected.
_As Cho makes his way down the corridor in a stealthy fashion of a walk, he can sniff the other batbloods but he is not so much as worried about them as he as the door that suddenly opened up infront of him! Cho had to think quick and with only a single second to do so, he quickly stood up and hide behind one of the drapes, that hung over a fine peice of art to be show cased. The drape was long enough to conceal his body from head to do, and as long as he made no form of subtle movement he wouldn’t be caught. As the batbloods began making their way out of there, Cho over hears their conversation. He takes heed and listens to every word, actually finding out brodericks location, and sooner than he had expected to. As they continued walking, Cho stayed hidden. There were five now, and that signaled to him security had been vamped up. Cho lets out an inaudible breath through his nostrils and thinks._
Cho: Alright remember what outlander taught you about crowded areas…no one ever looks up.
_Cho would’ve stepped out from the curtain, stealthy walking and with a simple squat he’d leap to the right! This was a castle meaning one thing he had to his advantage: tall hallways. Cho leapt towards a wall and letting his finger claws, and extending his toenail claws, he’d adhese to the wall wand begin to scale it. keeping the wire wrapped around his right arm he’d scale to the top of the ceiling. In most average castles the celings are about 45 feet up, So Cho would’ve scaled the celings avoding the dim lighting to begin making his way through the castle. This played to his advantage as even at a cross walk of batbloods, the average security camera system is pointed downwards towards these areas. He’d found his calling for the moment and began to think to himself._
Cho: Alright I’ve got to find Lady Adailes bedroom. –looks at his watch to see the flashing red dot from Brodericks ear piece- Hang in there big guy. Don’t’ do anything I wouldn’t to…I sure would smash that chick though. Make some noise for me so I can pinpoint you quicker…
_Cho continued his crawl towards Broderick. Meanwhile Outlander would’ve been rather busy below. Being the bold front runner he was, he would’ve walked right out to the front of the castle door. A long brown cloak over his body and dark goggles resting over his eyes. The gaurds outfront would’ve seen him there, and have begun taunting and warning him not to come any closer. The Outlander simply extended his arms, each hand holding a Ulak styled blade in them, and without a word he rushes them! They begin to charge back at him wearing their own armor platings, but with a simple orange flash of heated steel, the two batbloods would’ve been decapitated on sight!_
Outlander: This plan better work. I’m not too fond of open spaces.
_Outlander would’ve looked up to the gates security camera and given it a small salute before he began to run towards the right of the castle! This was a two sided plan as Cho would’ve made his way inside to find Broderick, while Outlander caused a massive distraction to draw attention away from the inside towards the outside. There was a time limit though, as Outlander was only one man and Cho had a limited amount of time to do this. Whatever the case, some noise was going to need to be made, to shake things up a bit and keep this operation running smooth. Though as a cop, Cho knew one thing; nothing ever runs smoothly._
[8/22/2016 2:04:30 PM] The Titan King of Crime: As Broderick runs through the hallway with the intend of storming out of this castle, he feels something tug against the ankle of his boot. His gaze looks down to his ankle to see Adalie’s hand wrapped around the thick ankle and her grip causes him to trip and hit the pavement on his right shoulder and roll a few times before flipping back up to his feet. Standing a few feet away from the door now, Adalie has a wall of batbloods running behind her like a massive army of ants attacking one carcass.
Broderick: You just don’t fucking get it! I ain’t your fucking toy ya crazy bitch!
At that moment Broderick had never been happier to see Cho than in this moment. Not that he needed assistance but any help clearly became a difference maker as he now has an opening to strike. If Adalie were thrown off because of the bullets being fired out of Cho’s guns she’d come to feel her neck be wrapped around with a cold lengthy steel chain. This comes from Broderick attempting to grab hold of her by the neck from the distance that they are at. Around them the ash and smoke from dead bat bloods covers the higher ceiling and really creates a scene of gore that can only be understood through actually seeing it. Once and if the chain is wrapped around Adalie’s throat she’d come to feel he rbody being lifted up into the air as Broderick tries to swing her back and forth with both of his hands gripping the chain. He’d throw his arms left and then right as this motion would cause Adalie to impact right into the walls of the hallway. Her body crashes into the hard surface of the walls with each hit to the point that the impacts continue to shake the foundation of the building. Each time he would come to smash her body onto the walls he would also make comments towards his situation with her.
Broderick: Leave! SMASH ME! SMASH! THE! SMASH FUCK! SMASH ALONE!
And after finishing his sentence he;d lift his arms over his head before thrusting them down onto the ground of the hallway. Adalie’s body would hit the ground with so much force that the hallway actually caves in on the impact point and forces her to fall through to the next floor below. With that impact the chain of his left hand actually snaps from the impacts and Broderick steps forward one foot before watching as the chain falls down to the floor below, following Adalie’s body. When the floor gives way it begins to creep up on him and Cho, and at the same time ripping away at the rest of the ground where the batbloods are coming from. One by one they’d fall down with their Lady and eventually bury her in a body of batbloods if they continued to run forward. Cho and Broderick finally come to run towards the doorway, avoiding the floor as it practically disappears under their feet. Cho kicks down a door and the two of them run inside, now leaving the emptiness of a blank space behind them. Now in the safety of this room Cho makes his coment about smelling female secretions and Broderick releases a very angry and annoyed TCH sound.
Broderick: Is that really what you care to know right now? No. I didn’t.
He says it with a slight annoyance in his voice as if it were some way offensive for him to ask. Broderick doesn’t seem to care about fucking her or not, surprisingly seems annoyed that she is trying so hard to get him in bed. Many other men would have already fallen under her spell and smashed her six ways till Sunday.
Broderick: Let’s find a way out of here before those things come back to finish the job.
meanwhile
Outlander is setting up the C4 charges on the outside of the castle, getting everything in place to make the fireworks happen here tonight for a huge victory.
Outlander: I’m on it pup. Just hurry up and get stick to the LZ outside of one of the castles corridors so I can pick you guys up. Just hurry up before the big guy comes out here and we have even more trouble.
The next few seconds go by with a silence and Outlander feels a slight chill of a cold breeze brush against the back of his neck. Feeling that uneasiness come over him his right hand slowly flips a blade from his forearm and into the grip of his right hand. He quickly turns around to what he thinks would be an image of batbloods coming for him but instead he is only met with the image of rustling trees and the night sky.
Outlander: Hmph…
When he turns back around he is greeted with the image of Lord Tiberius’ face just inches in front of his with the center of his body having a smoke like appearance as it moves right through the solid wall. Underneath the goggles that he wears, Outlander’s eyes widen just before Tiberius pulls on his shirt to launch him forward. Unable to fully keep up with how fast Tiberius moves, Outlander’s head crashes against the wall of the castle with enough force to not only knock him unconscious but also have cracks appear across the wall. Tiberius keeps his grip on Outlander’s shirt and while using his powers he actually allows the large hunters body to phase through the wall in a smoke effect and he is taken into the castle. What Tiberius doesn’t see however is that the bright red light on the c4 explosive is still active.
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[8/22/2016 2:04:38 PM] The Titan King of Crime: A few minutes later
Tiberius throws the unconscious body of Outlander onto the ground in front of his throne and looks out at the bat bloods in front of him.
Tiberius: Keep an eye on him. He so much as moves you stick a tazer on him and make him go back to sleep. Our guests will be arriving soon.
If Broderick and Cho were walking through the castle at all or still in the room that they are in, they’d see dozens of guards cut off their paths. And while it would seem obvious to attack, they would both notice how the guards simply stand there. They remain motionless in their positions to guard them off an escape route just before one of the main slaves to the house walk towards the two warriors.
Slave: The Lord of this house requests your presence in the main chamber. Outlander is already waiting for you presently.
Broderick’s right eye twitches when he hears that Outlander has been caught. This news may hit Cho a little bit harder because he is aware that Outlander had a very key role to play in the escape plan they originally had.
Broderick: I ain’t going anywhere with you fucks…
The slave turns his attention to Cho.
Slave: We are aware that you are a wolfblood. And though we may not yet know what your friend is…we know just the right ways to persuade you my dear animal.
And at that moment the slave would open up a box from his pocket that reveals a small gathering of angry bloom. If just simply being in its presence causes any physical effects to him, they’d play here by just being a few feet away from actually touching the plant.
Slave: Every soldier that surrounds you has been given weapons coated in the powder substance form of this plant, more than capable of killing the wolfblood. So if you don’t want your friend to day, you will be coming with us fucks.
The slave flashes Broderick a soft smirk, knowing that they are being taken by the balls in this situation. If Cho were actually suffering in any way because of the angry bloom, Broderick would shake his head lightly.
Broderick: Son of a bitch…
He scowls over to the slave knowing he could simply fight and get out of here because the bloom has no effect on him. But in doing this he’d be leaving Cho to die. Both Outlander and Cho have risked their lives coming here to try and save him, it would be extremely selfish and fucked up if he chose to save himself here and leave them to meet their ends.
Broderick: Lead the God damn way then…
Slave: Thank you for your cooperation.
After getting the okay from Broderick, the slave would then shut the box once more and the guards begin walking Broderick and Cho to the chambers of Lord Tiberius. It takes a few more minutes to walk there but once they arrive both teens would be able to walk in and see everything that makes Lord Tiberius an intimidating Lord. Broderick squints a bit at the sight of the slaves who are chained up to the wall and how Outlanders unconscious body is just thrown out on the floor. But what strikes anger into his blackened soul is the sight of Lord Tiberius himself. He sits on his throne like a God over the insects of his house.
Lord Tiberius: So this is the one who survived my daughters bite…How…Anticlimactic.
Broderick releases his cocky Tch sound.
Broderick: ooooh, I’m sooo hurt. Fuck you.
Tiberius laughs softly a bit towards Broderick’s attitude before turning his attention to Cho.
Tiberius: A Wolfblood hunting down Batbloods. If I didn’t know any better I’d say your kind wants a war. A lesser batblood would use this to my advantage to see you dogs become extinct. You should be smarter when it comes to choosing your friends silly puppy.
Tiberius raises himself from his throne and stands to reveal how much larger in size he is to all three of them.
Tiberius: So what am I going to do about this problem in front of me…Torture…Quck Death…Bleedings…I have plenty of options. What do you think boys?
Broderick balls his hands up into fists and can feel the anger boiling his blood ready to smack the white off of this batbloods skin.
Broderick: You can take your ideas and shove them up your ass, old man…We ain’t dyin here today. Right Pup?
And for the first time he seems to mention Cho as not just a person, but a teammate. Even with their personality differences it looks like Broderick is connecting the two of them as a team in the face of a common enemy. The tension in the room is heavy and even one movement can see this conversation sparking like a gas fire and engulf all of them in a frenzy.
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[8/23/2016 7:10:06 PM] Snowflake Princess: Adalie could smell the mutt before actually seeing him. Her small nose crinkled with disgust as his potent scent tainted the air. If she wasn't so focused on Broderick she would have gagged and made quite the comment to him and his 'smell', but right now she was busy. The bat bloods fingers were tightly wrapped around Broderick's ankle. This little action of hers caused the big guy to fall forward just as bullets began to fly. Even as he rolled and jumped back to his feet, she clung to him, a wicked smile on her face.
"Your opinion is irrelevant, *Pearson*." She spat his last name, her tone was a mocking one. Though she hadn't planned to allow the gun fire to distract her from her own plans, a few rounds hit the floor near her and she was forced to look away from him. Her narrowed red eyes that were full of hatred locked on Cho as he shot down several of her followers.
"You fucking- GRAAHH!" Thick, cold metal links wrapped tightly around her slender throat, yanking her light body up into the air. Her grip on his ankle loosened considerably so she could claw at the chain while her violently glowing gaze locked on his dark features. Her smirk was now a scowl as she realized he would be much, much tougher to get ahold of and break. Nothing like the weaklings she'd settled for before. As her body began to swing about, she released a vicious and guttural growl. Being in the air and not having control over it? No. She wouldn't allow that! As her body was flung towards the first pillar, she'd grab hold of the chain with both hands and swing her legs out towards the solid structure. As she did this, her fine, silk robe would be torn in the back from her wings erupting from their hidden positions under her skin. The large, dark bat wings spread wide and just as the soles of her feet began to collide with the hard surface of the pillar, her wings would downstroke hard. The bat bloods knees bent as her body came close to smashing into said pillar, but with the second downstroke motion and the bit of wiggle room she was given to try and kick off of the pillar, she'd be able to prevent herself from smashing completely into the pillar. However, because of her sudden reaction combined with his massive strength, the pillar would still crumble beneath her feet and collapse. Her wings would also ache from her split second decision as well as her ankles, but she wasn't out of the woods yet. Broderick was yanking her around with his chain from one side to the other, his strength never faltering. Fighting such a force increased the deep ache on her wings as she tried to fly against the attack, just barely missing another pillar.
Just when she thought she was getting used to the left and right swinging motions of his, the addicting human raised his arms, pulling her up. Adalie did a leaping motion to try and launch herself towards him, but as his hands came down, the chain tightened considerably and she was jerked downward. Her wings folded around her as she crashed through the thick floors. The chain loosens, but even after the other end begins to fall into the hole with her, it's caught on a large chunk of debris that pulls her down through several more floors. Her growling and snarling could be heard the whole way down until CRASH!
Several Minutes Pass
It's dark and musty in the dungeon of the castle. Adalie's body managed to crash its way all the way into the the large dungeon just below the main floor of the castle. It was hard to believe such a being could have that strength! Not only had he sent her down that hole, but many if not most of her followers as well. If they weren't already deceased before falling, then they'd be smashed to death by pieces of the once solid structure that was the hallway. With her chain crushed under the largest chunk of floor debris, her movement was limited while everything and everyone was still falling. There was no time to get free, only time to dodge the morbid rain that came down from the battle above. She was left sprawled out over the top of a few bodies, boiling with rage. Nobody made her look like a weak fool!
With every ounce of her enraged being, Adalie pulled herself to her feet. She bent her knees a bit moments before launching herself up into the air. She felt resistance from the chain until the chain finally gave in to the abuse it had been taking. Her light body shot up through the vertical tunnel created by Broderick with her wings smooth against her back to allow her to reach as high as she could before she had to start using them. Her enhanced hearing picked up on a very familiar slaves voice and she snapped her wings out to use them to slow her ascent to the point where she was just gently gliding. Before gravity could pull her back down, her nimble fingers gripped the broken edge of the floor. Her wings pulled in close to her back as she lifted her body just enough for her to peek over that edge at them. The large group, Broderick and Cho included, had begun to walk away as she peered up that them. Again, her eyes narrowed.
"Father...." She mumbled.
Outside The Main Chamber
Still barely covered in a tattered and torn light pink robe, Adalie stands outside and off to the side of the entrance to the main chamber. She can hear her father talking to the two young men who's undoubtably were the straw that broke the camel's back. Tiberius originally gave Adalie power and time to rid them of this problem, but he was stepping in. It was obvious that she'd be in colossal trouble when he saw her next.
A little voice inside tried to coax her into giving up on having another taste of Broderick's blood, but her addiction was starting to drive her inane! As Tiberius was debating on how to kill the group of three, Adalie stepped out, un phased about being partially exposed to everyone in the room, her father included.
"Father, Bat Boy is mine! I've marked him with my bite!" Her eyes were wild with anger along with desperation. She wanted him for herself. Even the kill would be hers if she could have it her way.
“The Lord of this house requests your presence in the main chamber. Outlander is already waiting for you presently.”
_This would’ve been one of those “Fuck me” moments Cho dreaded running into so often. He was trapped. Trapped like a rat with a guy he’d just met like a week ago. The men around them didn’t even motion towards the both of them and the mention of Outlander being caught, brought Cho to swallow a lump in his throat. He hated it but he had to. Stuffing his hands into his pockets and licking his lips he’d sigh._
Broderick: I ain’t going anywhere with you fucks…
Cho: Diddo.
Slave: We are aware that you are a wolfblood. And though we may not yet know what your friend is…we know just the right ways to persuade you my dear animal.
_Suddenly Cho began to feel hazy…feel weak. Feel…uneasy. He knew this feeling all to well but this wasn’t something as meesley as Wolfsbane, oh no…Cho watched the slave man open the box to reveal *angry bloom.* Cho instantly began to break into a cold sweat, as his face turned bright white, all of the color leaving his cheeks as his posture started to hunch over slightly. He began smacking his lips, falling to a knee and shaking his head._
Slave: Every soldier that surrounds you has been given weapons coated in the powder substance form of this plant, more than capable of killing the wolfblood. So if you don’t want your friend to day, you will be coming with us fucks.
Cho: Gah…being a wolfblood sucks sometimes.
_The trip for Cho was hazy. No amount of training could prepare a wolfblood or any Oni for a strong does of angry bloom. Cho couldn’t even remember half of the trip there. He only remembered a few landmarks as they make their way to whatever chambers the supposed big dog might’ve lied in. Cho noted to himself he had to pee, but now wasn’t the time. Most definitely not the time. When they arrived he’d seen a large man sitting in a chair. Through the hazed vision it was all he could honestly make out at this time. When doing so Cho would’ve blinked twice before hearing his voice come through louder than what it probably was…his senses were scrambled._
Tiberius: A Wolfblood hunting down Batbloods. If I didn’t know any better I’d say your kind wants a war. A lesser batblood would use this to my advantage to see you dogs become extinct. You should be smarter when it comes to choosing your friends silly puppy.
_Cho listened to him list the situations he could put them in if he so wanted to. With a hard swallow he tried to think of something or some kind of come back but it wasn’t quite going his way._
Broderick: You can take your ideas and shove them up your ass, old man…We ain’t dyin here today. Right Pup?
Cho: Yeah what that guy said.
_Cho fell to both of his knees this time, his fist planted on the ground as he let out a long sigh and began taking slow paced breaths, to try his best to keep his breathing on track. He inhaled through his nose, and exhaled through his mouth. Hearing the voice of some random girl chime in about him being hers…sounded like a bad fan girl. The needy type. Outlander on the ground infront of them, Cho closed his eyes feeling himself about to vomit. He held his head up to speak one last line. One last line of absolute defiance, and absolution! His resolve hit the ultimate peak as he spoke with authority and seriousness._
Cho: I. Have. To. *Pee*