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Post by Tig on Mar 4, 2009 15:04:31 GMT -5
Anya frowned when the door was shattered. She stared at the beings who started to come inside. She was about to attack, when Johnny grabbed her hand and ran toward the others. "I can fight," she protested. It wasn't going to do any good running, and they couldn't hide, not forever. She couldn't deceive the humans about her true identity, she had to fight the insane people.
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Post by Tig on Mar 4, 2009 15:09:38 GMT -5
Fiona breifly glanced at the other who joined the massacre, then returned her attention toward one of the men coming toward her with a wicked grin. She laughed with amusement, as she moved toward him. She pounced on him, and put her hands in his mouth, one hand on the top jaw, the other, on the bottom jaw. "No need to smile," she smirked, as she pulled his jaw apart, savoring in the sound of his cracking skull, his blood getting all over her. "Now look what you've done," she taunted, as she dropped the body and moved toward another.
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Post by monk on Mar 4, 2009 17:18:06 GMT -5
The monk ran up a flight of stairs, turned left and eased down the hall slowly. He bumped against the frame of metal doors along the wall and look around. He pushed one of the two doors closed and locked it. After the others got through he would lock the other, it would slow any that made it inside somehow. He looked over his shoulder and was greeted with a nice view of things outside. Chains and another butchering the criminals as they tried to get away from shadows and fire from above. He couldn't help but laugh at the site. not the first time you've seen this kind of thing is it? ha ha ha... His hands started to throb and he could feel his pulse against his skull. His limbs grew heavy and he dropped to his knees, he curled up on the floor screaming as visions flooded through him. "we're going to have to burn them out. set the piles at the bottom of the hill and lite them." "what good will that do? it will just make a barrier between us and them, they could run off the other side of the hill and we would loose them." The man pushed him down and swung his sword downward at his neck. "next time the blade goes through you. now do as you have been told." The piles were placed and lit, the fire devoured its way up the hill in no time. Several of the rebels rushed down through the fire screaming, a few were cut down by arrows or stones. Half of the handful that made it through either fought for a few seconds before being cut down or latched onto a monk or a soldier, passing the flames off to them before they succumbed to the pain. Monk raced over to help save a fellow monk, quickly put the flames out, but too late for him.
Ah, you remember. Now get over it! You can grieve later for our lost friends. He rocked back and forth for a moment, slapped his head and the throbbing stopped. He pushed himself to his knees and leaned back and started to breath slowly. The others would catch up in a minute. Then they could figure out what to do. Whoever the angle was, whoever the other outside was, sooner or later they would all meet up. Good or bad, that would be interesting to find out.
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Post by charlescarlos on Mar 4, 2009 17:50:01 GMT -5
I raced through the streets, my legs felt like battery acid and my head was bleeding fiercly. I came across a school and entered I hope it will be a safe haven even though the station was meant to be. I hope sally and Mike are okay, I know I'm not....
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Post by charlescarlos on Mar 4, 2009 17:57:54 GMT -5
I entered and could hear people screaming, fighting and running. I raised my weapon and walked as quietly as I could. I spotted a white shirt out the corner of my eye and turned and fired blowing a girls head off, numer 8 killing count so far. The shot echoed loudly, no doubt more crazies heard that.
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Post by sacredrapture on Mar 4, 2009 23:11:22 GMT -5
The waves of humans kept coming, their maniacal cries filling the night. Myzraels shadow beasts kept up the tempo, and continued slicing through the throngs.
He noticed Fiona joined the fray outside, as well as a man he didnt recognize. He noticed the man decapitated and maimed the criminals with barely concealed glee.
'A true killer if i ever saw one' he mused, as he paused with spreading the black conflagration. He watched as the bodies piled up on the ground, others still ablaze with black flames.
'Hell on earth..'
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Post by citizenmike on Mar 4, 2009 23:13:22 GMT -5
Johnny followed Monk and Veronica up the stairs. Monk got up before they did, and as Johnny approached the steps, the criminals were making their way into the school. Johnny looked back at them and shot them one by one with his arrows.
He was running out and it wasn't going to do them all any good.
Johnny heard a gun shot from behind and found Veronica on the flight above shooting at the criminals.
Johnny looked up at her and screamed, "GO, VERONICA GO!"
Johnny and Veronica reached the second floor and watched Monk enter a room. They tried going in but the door was locked.
This was all starting to piss Johnny off!
"How much bullets do you have left?" Johnny asked.
"I don't know."
"Give me your gun."
Veronica handed Johnny her handgun. Johnny opened the barrel.
"Its barely enough!" Johnny began. "Look for another way inside and go in"
"I'm not leaving without you."
"Just go!"
Johnny took an arrow and dove down at two criminals as they charged up the steps.
Johnny landed over one and shoved the arrow right through its left eye. Crouched on his knees, Johnny looked up at the one approaching him. Johnny pulled the arrow the criminal's eye and stepped over his face as he shoved the arrow right through the incoming criminal's throat. Johnny grabbed a handful of the criminal's hair and pulled the arrow out of his throat. Blood spewed over Johnny as he kicked the criminal in the chest and knocked him down the stairs. The dead criminal crashed over the others as the charged upwards, thus causing them to stumble back down to the first floor bellow.
Johnny charged back up the steps, took Veronica's hand and led her through another door. Inside, they found the Monk.
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Post by Tig on Mar 4, 2009 23:35:55 GMT -5
Anya went with Johnny, deciding that she could protect them. The others outside, probably had it under control. But she knew that humans wouldn't be able to last long once surrounded and out of ammo. She glanced to Veronica, then at Johnny when he went after the two criminals. He looked like had it under control. It amused her.
When he came back, she followed him and Veronica closely. She was alert, and cautious, almost waiting for something to jump out and attack.
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Post by Jake on Mar 5, 2009 1:44:01 GMT -5
Jake managed to find a supply closet, and locked himself inside, pushing a broomstick into the door's handles (It's a double push door) to keep it from being opened. He then sat in the corner, unable to push the thought of the headless body from his mind. He couldn't believe he had killed another human being. This was one f------ up dream.
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Post by sacredrapture on Mar 5, 2009 3:54:22 GMT -5
The humans ran inside the school. Myzrael summoned his shadow beasts to him, and they ceased their slaughter and rose into the air beside him, blood dripping from the blades on their arms. The criminals fled from Myzrael, and rushed into the school to find other easier targets.
Myzrael and his summons hung in the air, watching them run.
He faced the summon on his right. 'I think it's unfair that the others taking refuge in the school are ready for an ambush..' Myzrael said. The summon faced him but said nothing. 'Let's even up the odds, shall we?' Myzrael extended his hands, and the air in front of him shimmered. A second later, there was a deafening blast, and there was a gigantic hole in one of the walls of the school. Myzrael targeted another wall, and did the same thing. He blasted more holes in the walls of the school, and was delighted that the criminals started streaming in them.
'Show me your resilience humans! Show me the drive and will to survive that the Almighty has given to you!'
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Post by monk on Mar 5, 2009 4:24:50 GMT -5
He slowed his breathing down a great deal, appeared to not even breath while his eyes remained calm beneath their lids. He took a deep breath and let it out just as slow. "We're getting spread out, stretched out and separated. The room behind me is still pretty close to secure. Wait inside if you understand what I mean. Otherwise, you can run down the hall bumping into those that plan to kill us." The falcon hopped off his shoulder and flew over to the other two, went around them and swooped into the room Monk was talking about. Most of the class room was individual chairs and desks, several tables lined the far wall, a chalk board was pulled off the wall, the cabinets were opened with books and some random items stacked neatly across them all.
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Post by Tig on Mar 5, 2009 9:49:57 GMT -5
Fiona lifted her head when she heard the angel bring down a wall in the school. She glanced to the hole he made, not sure what to think about that. It amused her, but he was making things unfair for the humans. She licked at her lips and rushed at a criminal. Her hands wrapped around his neck, and she yanked his head backwards, breaking his neck instantly. "Mhm." She leaned forward and licked at his cheek, then let the body drop. She took a moment to survey the massacre the other two had made, it delighted her.
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Post by Trist on Mar 5, 2009 10:12:51 GMT -5
Trist and Jace had seemingly been out of harms way for quite sometime now but as they made their way down the stairs Trist began to wonder for how much longer this good luck could last. The last step creaked and Trist hit the bottom floor.
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Post by charlescarlos on Mar 5, 2009 16:07:23 GMT -5
After I killed the girl a group of crazies surrounded me and I shot at them killing five of them and emptying the gun. I then inturn pistol whipped the two remaining nutters smashing their heads with more force than I realised covering me in even more blood.
"Come on! Feel the gun in your face you Mothers!"
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Post by Chains on Mar 5, 2009 16:26:18 GMT -5
Chains spared a glance for the dark angel hovering in their midst. He marveled at how tense he felt in Myzrael’s presence then had to humor himself with a flash of insight. If he was tense, it wasn’t because he feared the other. It was because he was curious, and his curiosity was expressed as an insane desire for a testing of strengths. Myzrael was clearly a Fallen of a more conventional kind. There was nothing subtle about his violence; in a way he seemed very prone to the shows of power that defined his type. Chains pondered what it would be like for blatant force to meet subtle maliciousness. He felt a chill run up his spine at the thought of breaking the Fallen and making him beg. Now that would be a challenge worthy of his attentions. That can come later, Chains thought. That will HAVE to come later. The ants beckon. A man was almost upon him, howling like an animal and swinging a heavy pipe that he looked to have torn from the very walls. The human swung at him. Chains grabbed the end of it almost casually in his fist and the man grunted in primeval surprise when that stopped the bone-crushing descent of his improvised bludgeon. Chains took it from him as easily as he would have from a child, reversed it, and slammed the more jagged of the ends into the man’s face. His nose cracked and splintered. A large number of his teeth were staved in. The individual reeled, screaming and spitting blood. Chains followed his retreat, lifting his arm, and before the man had gone a foot, brought the pipe down on his skull with all his inhuman force. The skull broke open like a rotting melon, bits of brain and bone went flying, and the man collapsed instantaneously. Chains calmly cast aside the pipe. He dry-washed his bloody hands and moved on.
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