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Atlas walked into the cave which served as his home, and noticed somebody was there. Instinctively, he extended his claws, and prepared to attack the unknown intruder.

"Put those silly toys away. You could hurt somebody, a female said, before revealing herself from under a blanket, in her underwear. She had dark, long, flowing hair, white skin, and beautiful.

"What are you doing here?" Atlas asked, taken back for a moment by the appearance of this young woman, before returning to his usual cold self.

"I wanted to speak to you. You see, I want to help you with what you are doing in the city. You want to inflict fear upon the people of the city. I know a way you can do that, and also make the people that are searching for you fearful as well."

"Stop. How do you know all this?"

"I have been following you, observing your actions, and finding out what kind of a person you are. Also, I know what you are aiming to achieve. Now listen. If we take out somebody quite high in the police department, we can inflict fear and terror upon all."

"Why do you want to help me with what I am doing. I am a monster. You should despise me."

"No. You will find that I am quite like you. I want to make the people of the city feel fear for the same reason as you. Now if we are going to do it, honey, we need to do it now," with that she stood up, and dressed in a some jeans, a top, and a leather jacket.

She walked over and picked up a backpack which was propped up on a wall of the cave. She then went over to exit the cave.

"Coming?"

"Yes. But what is your name?"

"Hmm, what hon? Oh, my name. Where are my manners? It's Rose."

"Call me Atlas. So, who is our target?" Atlas asked, eager to hear the answer.

Rose answered, and the death warrant was signed.


*********

The target will soon meet thier death... mwahaha!

New Major NPC

Player: Shas'ui T'au Kais
NPC Name: Rose Woods
Race/Affiliation: Werewolf
Appearance: Fairly tall, dark hair, white skin, fairly thin and slender body.
Age: 17
Equipment: Her clothes, and a backpack.
Backstory: She lived in a house in the forest, with her father, her mother had died when she was born. Her father hunted every day for food, and she loved him greatly. She wanted to take after him and be a hunter as well, but one day when her father was out hunting, something happened, and he didn't return that day. She wandered out to the woods to search for him, and she eventually found a pile of rotting bones and pieces of flesh. It was her father. Then she was attacked there by a large Werewolf. It left her alive, and she eventually changed into a creature just like it. Now she has to deal with her affliction.
When she saw Atlas, she became interested him, and followed him at a distance. She saw all that he did, and realised she should try and join up with him as he was like her.

@ Mordoskul...

Nice touch ...I'm sure Detective Pinkerton will not be pleased..

@ Kais...

Brought in some back up for your evil plans I see...

Pinkerton hung up his phone and rubbed his eyes,he'd just spoken with Collins who'd informed him of an ongoing pursuit, The Mayors car...the one used in the gunning down of the patrol officer,was currently being followed by a chopper and several squad cars...they expected capture soon.
Collins then went on to inform Pinkerton of yet another Multiple Homicide ...and the crypitic message left at the scene.
Pinkerton entered the phrase into his compute..." "Sanguis Bebimus, Corpus Edimus",....." We Drink the Blood...We Eat the Body"....The Detective stared at the words as they hung on the screen before him..." Three seperate suspects..multiple brutal slayings...ancient weapons...is this some sort of cult?"
Pinkerton rose from his chair,his head ached and he was tired....he needed some sleep...but first he intended to speak with that Casey woman again,she was still in a holding cell at the station,and Pinkerton wasn't buying her little Miss innocent bull gak story.
He quickly washed some asprins down with a shot of whiskey and left his office to speak with the woman.

The vibrating phone is his vest pocket woke him from his slumber in the back of the church. Lucas reached in and pulled out his cell phone and read the message from his new servant on the screen. Smiling to himself, he excused himself from his seat in the now deserted interior and walked quickly to the heavy oak doors and exited the church.

Outside on the steps, old Murry was waiting for him holding a OD green surplus field sack and was looking around nervously. Lucas walked up to him and snatched the canvas bag from his hands and looked inside.

"I did what you asked of me... Everything is there, I swear it." he stammered.

Reaching inside, he pulled a pair of Glock 18's neatly tucked into a concealable carrying rig designed to be worn under a coat/vest. Several mags of ammo were thrown into the bottom of the bag as well with them. Lucas smiled to himself, it was good having a drug dealing lackey who obviously had connections in the underworld. He had a new found respect for his lackey and decided to let him live through the night.

He quickly turned around and walked back into the church, with a astonished Murry looking on wide eyed. He walked over to a large stone stoups in the entrance and quickly making the sign of the cross he quickly dipped and submerged the glocks in holy water before turning and leaving the church once more now carrying his blessed weapons.

He pulled off his vest and quickly donned the heavy stitch concealment holsters on his back. He then pulled two M3X Tactical Lights from a side pocket on the canvas bag and attached them to the pistols before holstering them. He then pulled his vest over the entire setup and shifted back and forth confirming a proper fit. It would be uncomfortable as all hell to sit down for any stretch of time, but his weapons were completely undetectable to the naked eye.

He smiled and chuckled to himself.

"Where did you park the Van?" he asked.

Murry pointed to a side parking lot for the Church.

"Lets go. The night is young and there is much work to be done."

With that the two men loaded up into the van and pulled out of the parking lot and merged onto a main road. Things were going to get interesting indeed.

**Item's Acquired: Blessed Glock 18 x2 with 8 hi cap mags with two attached M3X Tac Lights**

For a quick visual reference... here is something similar to the holster rig I am carrying. Only it fits on a person back, not chest:

Andy was busy pouring gasoline on the bones of the vampire who had attacked them. He needed to hurry so he could get Colt to a hospital. Andy took one final look at the bones before tossing a match on the gasoline. It lit the room above as Andy walked out of the cellar to see Vegas aiding Colt into a vehicle. Hawthorne just stood there watching and Andy wondered why he wasn't doing anything.

"Alright Mr. Hawthorne," Andy approached the vampire from behind, "we need to get out of here, but you owe us some information."

Kara looked around as she climbed into the truck, she was doing much better and should be able to drive. Hawthorne looked at Andy who just motioned towards the truck. Hawthorne climbed into the back of the truck as Andy locked it. The interior of the house began to glow as the fire spread inside, the group watched it from the truck.

"First of all I want you to look through this little book I found and tell me anything you may know about it." Andy said as he buckled up and handed Hawthorne the book he had picked up from that Sindri fellow, "I also want to know why that guy was after you and who may have sent him."

Andy's phone buzzed and he saw that he had a video message on the phone. The crude video showed what looked like a vampire ripping the heart out of a police officer. Andy handed the phone to Hawthorne, "You know who that is?"

Hawthorne squinted as he looked at the phone, "I may... I just have to think about it real quick."

Andy took his phone back as it began to buzz again. It was another message from the network.

"All hunters ordered to pair up and create combat squads. Search and Destroy protocol initiated, CQC gear recommended, NV goggles recommended, flash bangs recommended."

Andy smiled at the message, they could finally go do some work. He was about to tell Kara the news before a phone call came in.

"Hello?" Andy answered.

"Andy, its Danny." Danny called, his voice sounded like it was about to give out, "You guys are going to be squad Echo. Get your arses back here and get your gear, I got more calls to make." With that the line went dead and Andy turned around to look at Hawthorne.

"You had better do some talking fast, we just got orders to search the area and kill anything we see not human." he watched as Hawthorne tried to prevent himself from falling over in the back.
..............

Vegas looked at the truck's headlights in the mirror, it made her feel better knowing that she was being covered. Colt moaned in the seat next to her as she began to pull into the hospital's emergency parking lot. Vegas got out and called for the nearest nurse to help Colt out of the vehicle, the truck pulled into a spot and the trio inside also got out.

It would be the second time that Hawthorne was there and the first time for the rest of them. Colt was rushed into the hospital on a stretcher and an orderlie assured Vegas that he would be taken care of. They sat in the waiting room, Andy watched Hawthorne as he looked at Sindri's book.

Hawthorne informs Andy that what Sindri has written in the book is basicly a "Hit list"...Hawthornes name tops the list,but is followed by the names Musatei Movia,Jason Mirage and several others that are unreadable due to blood smeared on the books pages...the last name Hawthorne can make out on the pages is Pinkerton.

Hawthorne tells Andy that the Dagger he found on Sindri is a weapon forged by vampires over four thousand years ago,it is called " The Beast Flayer",and was created especialy to kill Werewolves ( The weapon doubles the Hunters ST in combat against Werewolves,as well as reducing the Werewolves Sv to 5+)

Hawthorne also tells Andy that he belives the Vampire in the video may be Pontius..of the House of Bruti...an ancient and extreamly powerful Vampire who is by no means to be underestimated

Andy tucks the book away to prevent anyone else from seeing it. The blade itself stayed concealed on his person since they left the house which was most likely still aflame.

"Bruti, Bruti..." Andy thought as they waited more news about Colt, "you mean like Brutus? The 'Et tu Brute' guy?"

Hawthorne looked at Andy and put his face in his palms, "No, Bruti is like their last name. Pontius Bruti."

"So he's named after the guy who crucified Jesus then." Andy was still thinking.

"Close enough." Hawthorne said in disdain.

Andy pulled the book back out and continued to look at the list of people this Sindri fellow was supposed to kill. It was safe to say that most of the people on this list may have been werewolves if the blade was designed to kill them. He wasn't sure about Pinkerton though, Vegas had told Andy that he was just a detective. Musatei just sounded like a werewolf name as did Jason. Andy then began to ponder why Jason sounded like a werewolf name before going to the desk and asking for a phone book. He was hopeful that these names would be in the listings, although he doubted anyone with a roman name would willingly put it anywhere.

"This Pontius guy," Andy said while skimming the listings, "how tough would it be to find him?"

"You can't take him down," Hawthorne almost chuckled, "compared to Pontius the vampire you just killed is a tick."

"Is he in charge of anything around here, businesses, people, etc." Andy asked while Hawthorne thought about it, "Is he maybe the head vamp around here, we kill him all order is gone maybe?"
....................................

Vegas sat in the emergency room away from Andy and Hawthorne who were busy discussing a book. Kara had been sitting next to her for emotional support the entire time. Vegas worried about the damages done to Colt, but also worried about explaining them to the doctors if she was asked. She was going to stick with the 'he was mugged' story she decided in the end. That's when an orderlie came out of the operating room and washed his hands free of the blood from the operation and walked out into the lobby to deliver the news.

OOC:

Okay Fitzz, does Colt live or die?

@Perkustin, sorry if I'm taking too many liberties with your character.

Pinkerton sat in the interigation room staring at the wall,his head still pounding as a duty officer brought Sandra Casey up from the detention area.
Pinkerton glanced at the woman as she entered the room and gestured for her to take a seat across from him,Pinkerton noticed that despite looking somewhat haggard from her obvious crying jags the woman seated across from him was obviously very attractive...she was also obviously scared to death.
" Smoke Sandra?" Pinkerton ashed offering her a pack of cigarettes...the woman nodded and fished out a cigarette with trembleing fingers,Pinkerton lighting it for her.
" I'd like to ask you a few questions Sandra." Pinkerton said
The woman blew out smoke " Sandi..." She said softly " Call me Sandi...no one calls me Sandra except my Mom"
Pinkerton nodded " Ok then...Sandi,I'd like to ask you some questions...is that ok with you?"
Sandi nodded and Pinkerton continued ..." Sandi...when you would meet with Ferris to make your pick ups...was it always at Spiders...or did you meet him at his home?"
" Always Spiders..." Sandi said...her voice shaking.." I told the other officer that.."
" Just trying to get all the facts together Sandi.." Pinkerton said with a smile..." Now...did Ferris ever mention any sort of orginization...or group...a gang maybe"
Sandi shook her head " No...we never spoke much at all...he'd try to hit on me a bit...but I let him know I wasn't in to him...not at all" her face took on a look of disgust.
" So...no mention of any sort of...cult?" Pinkerton prodded .
Again Sandi shook her head..." Never...he'd give me whatever package I was supposed to deliver ...make some stupid comments..I'd shoot him down and then leave."
" So..he sort of had the hots for you?" Pinkerton smilled
Sandi laughed.." That's an understatement ...that creep tried everything to get in my....to get me to go out with him" Sandi shook her head..." Offered me money...drugs..."
" Drugs?" Pinkerton said leaning forward " Ever mention a contact?"
Sandi paused for a moment taking a drag of her cigarette.
" Come on Sandi...the more helpful you are to us...the better things will go for you." Pinkerton offered her a warm smile.
Sandi sighed " He mentioned a guy named Carlos...said he could get good coke from...and some dude named Old Murry ...said he grew the best weed around"
Pinkerton smiled again " I think that's all I need to know right now Sandi....the officer will see you back "
" When do you think I'll be able to get out of here?" Sandi asked..fresh tears spilling from her eyes.
" Won't be to much longer Sandi" Pinkerton said " You just hang in there.."
As Sandi was led away,Pinkerton picked up the phone and dialed quickly " Collins...I want narcotics to run checks for anyone named Carlos tied to cocaine sales...also Old Murry...distribution of marijauna ."

@ Nachos...

For the moment,Colt is in critical but stable condition..
Internal bleeding has been stopped, arm is shattered but pinned together now and in a huge cast...skull fracture is bad,but no swelling of the brain or bone fragment penetration .

Basicly,unless he's attacked again...he should recover.

Game Time: 3:00 AM

I suppose I should add that after Pinkerton finished his conversation with Collins he leaves the Station.
The poor man has been awake for almost 24 hours and though he's anxious to continue the investigation,has decided to head home to get a few hours of sleep.

Atlas and Rose had already entered the city, and were making thier way towards the station, trying not to draw attention.
Atlas had been thinking about his new "partner". She said she was like him. That must mean she was a Werewolf also. But she acts as if she is largely interested in him. Why would that be?
Atlas wiped the thoughts from his head. He should just be happy he has help, and that he should now concentrate on the task at hand. They were getting closer and close to the station. Once they were in there, they would have to be fast. There would not be that many cops in there, as it was night time. But it still wouldn't be easy. Also, they were mostprobably more alert than usual, considering the recent killings. They would ether have to be slow and inconspicuous. Or, they could go in and kill all they see. No, Atlas would have to take a hostage, as that would make it much easier to find thier target. Rose could provide backup for him, or she could take a hostage of her own to increase thier odds of making it through alive.
Atlas had an idea.

"You said you wanted to help, right?" he asked Rose calmly.

"Yes. I did hon," Rose replied, in her usual tone.

"Well then. I have an idea of what you could do."

"What would that be?"

"Once we are in there, you have to create a diversion, in fact, transofmr inside there, it will be hard, but it would make our job a lot easier."

"Hmmm, I'll do that."

"All the cops in there will go to you. The coast will then be clear for me to go in and kill Collins. You return to the cave when you have taken enough. I will meet you there, and with a corpse for us to feed on."

Rose smiled, and nodded. For once, Atlas smiled. This would be over in no time at all.


***********

Atlas and Rose had made it to the front of the station, and were calmly making thier way inside, not drawing suspicion. They walked into the front of the station, and saw two cops in the room. Atlas nodded to Rose, and they went to pick off thier targets. Atlas grabbed one of them from behind and extended his claws to slit his throat. He released him, and the limp body dropped to the floor just as he heard the slice which meant the other cops' death. Then Rose gave the signal to Atlas, and wished him good luck, before she started to run down one of the corridoors, and disappeared from sight. Now it began.

Atlas sprinted down the other corridoor a minute later when he heard the howls which meant Rose had transformed. He weaved his way through corridorrs, and paced up the stairs, trying to find his target. He encountered one male cop allong the way, and grabbed him before he knew what had happened. He used the cop as a man shield, incase he came across others with guns.

"Say a word, and I will slit your throat," Atlas whispered into the cops ear.

Then he moved on, slowly and calmly this time, looking out for the room of his target. Some time later, he found it. A door which said on it,

"Detective Collins, Chief Investigator."

He had found him.

"Open the door slowly," he whispered to his hostage.

Sure enough, the men held out his hand, and began to open the door. What was in room was a desk, a man sitting behind it, with two officers standing next to him, talking. The man sitting glanced at him, and was instantly shocked.

"Detective Collins I presume."

The man nodded, still surprise by this event.

"Tell your officers to get out of here now," Atlas said strongly, positioning himself on the other side of the door. "Or this unfortunate man will meet his maker," Atlas extended his razor sharp claws, and positioned them right on the cops throat. "I mean, NOW!"


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I presume now the combat will take the form of an event, if I am not mistaken.

This is going to be very fun

And Sillyboy is back

*que awesome music*



*reads thread*

Colt.....No!!

BIC:.......Lifeless..........

Sky looked at the pale face of James, she waited for the moment he would jump out. Declaring it was just a flesh wound. Nothing could stop James,
but still here he was in the hospital. She could feel the tears forming behind her eyelids. She pushed them back, 'Crying doesn't help' was one of James
sayings. "Ma'am" the voice made her startle. She jumped up and abruptly stopped halfway, her fist hovering a few inches before the doctor's face. She let her hand drop,
not even finding the will to apologies. The doctor coughed and gazed at his clipboard. He started listening up what happened. Vegas stopped listening after it
came clear that he would live. "How did it happen?" The doctor asked. Vegas flipped her fake FBI ID, "None of your business." The doctor nodded and left the room.
Sky watched him go, she knew he was going to inform the police. She couldn't blame, it was his job. She kissed him on the forehead. "I'll come back" she softly whispered.
It took all her willpower to pull herself away from the bed.

Sky closed the door behind her. She noticed the Doctor standing at the end off the hall calling. It didn't matter, they wouldn't get an answer out of him. She walked
through the grey halls, trying to find Andy and Kara. Her pace started to get higher. That wretched vampire would tell her where she could find others. Blood would spill before the sun rose again.

@ Kais...

Yup there will be a combat resolution between Atlas & Rose VS Collins & various police officers.

Since the attack is taking place inside the police station...but it's very late and most on duty cops are out on patrol,I'll add plus 1 cop to every round of combat (to represent Officers hearing the fight and running to investigate)
Police officers will use normal Guardsman stats.

I'll have the write up done shortly..

Welcome back Sillyboy...

Player Event...Combat resolution...

Collins stared at the couple who'd entered his office,the man holding officer Wallace by the throat,the woman smiling...her teeth like those of some wild animal,Collins stammered ...unsure of what he was seeing " Look kids...you don't want to get in any more trouble than you already are...just let the officer go..and we'll talk about this."
" Wrong answer.." Atlas smiled,his teeth growing incredibly long and sharp,his clawed fingers inching nearer to Wallaces throat...
" I mean it kids.."Collins said louder,pressing the allert button under his desk.." Just give this up.."
At that moment one of the officers seated with Collins drew his weapon..." Sir!!" he yelled " That's the man who killed Davis and Wilkes!!"
The room erupted into a blur of mayhem...Atlas tore the screaming Officer in his grips throat out in one swift motion as Officer Adams opened fire,bullets punching into the wall behind the snarling man.
In a blur of motion...Rose leapt across the small office her clawed hands plunging deeply into Adams chest ripping his heart from his body .
Inspector Collins stumbled backwards in horror..."what the feth are they!!" his mind screamed as he drew his pistol and fired..the man..if one could call him that took to bullets to the chest and laughed jumping onto Collins desk and ripping the head from the second officer with a casual swipe of his hand bathing Collins in the mans blood.
" Jesus...what are you!!!" Collins screamed as the two murauders bodies begin to twist and contort,their aces elongating and taking on distinctive canine features...
Collins felt himself swooning as half remembered stories from childhood filled his head...
He was saved from fainting by the sudden roar of Shotguns filling the confines of the office...the blast from the weapons knocking the female across the room.
Atlas glanced quickly at the attacking officers,his jaws opening to reaveal a mouth filled with dagger like fangs...he let out a primal roar and leapt at the officers...

Collins shook his head..this couldn't be happening...what he was thinking wasn't real...these creatures...they simple didn't exist..they were stories...movie monsters...made up...only..here they were..right in front of him,he turned and looked at the woman who was rising from the floor,the inflicted shotgun wounds healing before his eyes...his eyes fell to his desk,to the letter opener his wife had given him...the Silver letter opener...Collins grabbed the blade and charged the female...plungeing the blade deep into her fur covered neck...the beast tossed back it's head and roared in fury and pain.

" Don't like that!!..Do you!!" Collins screamed stabbing the creature again and again...he lifted the blade overhead...intending to drive it into the wolf things heart when an ear splitting roar stopped him cold.
Collins snapped his head to the right and froze...the man...who was now a large wolf had torn several officers to pieces and now glared at Collins with burning hate filled eyes...

Mustering every ounce of courage he could Collins drove the blade deep into the screaming she wolf,snapping it off inside her as he did...seconds later the male wolf was on him,it's clawed hands tearing his body open...spilling his steaming guts onto the floor...Collins screamed in agony pounding at the gaint wolf..." Feth you!!" he bellowed through a mouth full of blood as the creatures jaws closed around his neck tearing Collins head from his body..

Atlas tossed Collins body aside with contempt..he could hear the sound of multiple officers rushing towards the sounds of carnage...his desire to meet them and rend flesh and bone was great...but he quickly grabbed the fallen form of Rose from the blood slicked floor and dove through the window in an explosion of glass.

Seconds later a dozen armend officers burst into the blood splatered room...one rookie turning and vomiting at the ghastly sight that greeted them...
Sergeant Ellis knelt besides the moaning form of officer Hanks..." What the hell happened here son" Ellis asked examining the mans deep wounds..and barking out commands for an ambulance to be called quickly...
The young officer stared at the Sergeant...his face contorted with pain..." Wolves.."he whispered..
" What's that son.." Ellis said leaning closer.." Did you say...Wolves?"
The young Officer nodded before passing out " Yes...sir.." He said " ....Werewolves".

Well...there you have it...Investigator Collins is now dead...along with several other Officers...( Four of which Atlas and Rose killed to gain entrance into the station before taking Wallace hostage and entering Collins office)
Young Officer Hanks is now of course "infected" and will soon be going through some "changes"...He's been transported to Mercy Hospital,the same Hospital that Colt is recuperating in...
Rose received stab wounds from Collins Silver letter opener and the blade is now broken off inside her body,if the blade is not immediately removed...she will die...and even if the blade is removed...she's out of action for a while (at least three days) until her body heals itself.
Atlas recieved no wounds in combat and is fit and fine..
However...when Collins hit the "panic button" the offices CCTV cams started taping ...cops now have clear images of Atlas and Rose...as well as video evidence of the existance of Werewolves.

FITZZ wrote:...as well as video evidence of the existance of Werewolves.

Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap.

Chowderhead wrote:

FITZZ wrote:...as well as video evidence of the existance of Werewolves.

Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap.

...Yes, I'd say crap is an appropriate response...with solid proof of the existance of Werewolves...and Pinkerton's connection to the Hunters...who knows what sort of ammo the cops may soon be loading up with.
Plus...once the Feds arrive and get a look at the tape...it's going to be open season on Werewolves..
Now of course...there will be a total media blackout...no way will the "powers that be" panic the population by anounceing that Werewolves are stalking Empire City,but the media will continue to display the images of "Wanted and extreamly dangerous susoects."

Isaac handed over the papers he had bought to Longiunus
"City wide manhunt"
All across the city the police are searching for creatures who have been responsible for the recent spate of killings. Reportedly there are mercenaires helping........
Whats that you reading?? Suzie asked,
Just some gak about how messy others are, unlike you or me who can cover our tracks
Hmm, they do seem like they've made a right dogs arse of it.
it also seems that the 'beats Flayer' is in the hands of these so called 'mercenarie'. My best bet would be that they are hunters so we shouldn't really try to get involved.
I'm a little peckish, can we have a quick hunt, please..? You haven't added any trophies recently.
I suppose we could grab a quick snack.
They burst from the sewers in unison the three hobos caught between them in the alley way barely had time to draw breath.
As they settled back down in the sewers, after longinus updated his trophy rack.
You see, thats what makes us superior. We prey on the edges that won't be missed, other vampires care more for the breeding of the carrier than the fact that all blood is the same. We must get you a weapon though, soon, it is quite messy otherwise.

OOC: have to admit, I am a little turned off that people lack the ability to even remotely control themselves and seem content to constantly harass the npc cops at every turn.

Is it really that hard to rp ANYTHING other then constant cop killing?

I was going to say, surely if one were to steal the evidence of wolves, the problem could just... go away?

And surely, Pinkerton wouldn't want people to know about wolves, it'd cause mass hysteria.

Origins 3



3 days ago.

To the untrained eye, the sight of a young haggard man walking down a dusty motor way in the middle of nowhere rarely raises suspicion. Hitch-hikers were a common sight on the long road to Empire city, the land of supposed opportunity. Every year untold hundreds of homeless would congregate along main road, and as such, a variety of small businesses had set up shop here, seeking to take advantage of the opportunity opened to them, eager to garner some of the money that could be gained from such dregs of society. A series of Diners, Gas stations and Off-licences sporadically dotted the motor way in an irregular, though carefully planned fashion. Each business had set up several miles between each other to ensure the net flow of people would come to them, as opposed to passing them up for a potential better offer, especially if the better offer was another twenty miles away. However, as of yet, our protagonist, a man in his early twenties, whose attire, from his worn and threadbare jacket, to his shin high cowboy boots, and everything in between, screamed a traveller of the world. The scarf around his neck, Indian in origin, the thick sheepskin gloves tied to his backpack, taken from the Tibetan highlands. Yes, this man had seen more than his fair share of the world.

Ryan looked up, rubbing his eyes of some of the dust a passing car had kicked into his face, and took in the sight of a nearing Diner. He had passed several so far, and he had been intending to carry on going until he got to Empire, but as he got closer to the picturesque, if ugly building, squatting amongst the coarse bracken that clung so defiantly onto life, Ryan found himself wanting a drink of coffee. It didn't even need to be a good one, just something with enough caffeine in it to stave off his... other cravings. That decided it for him. If he began to think about feeding, something he hadn't done to another human being for the last three years of his life, he might start to try and justify it. And when you start to do that, there's no going back. So Ryan left the road, taking a short detour towards the building, his head filled with images of an idealistic place, bereft of disapproving looks, and without people trying to spark up conversation with him. He wanted to be alone, understandably. As he walked through the car park, he took in the various vehicles, pondering to himself how they could possibly work. He'd never learned. He passed a dark Sedan with blacked out windows, and entered into the Diners dusky interior.

It took several seconds for Ryans eyes to adjust to the perceivable gloom within. Had he been a regular eater of human flesh, his eyes would have adapted instantly, but as it was, it took him a while. All the blinds were drawn, and none of the lights were on. But Ryan hadn't been expecting anything better, so he strode over to the bar counter, and sat himself on a stool. His nose cringed involuntarily, as it picked up a distinct, and yet, unfamiliar scent. It was cloying, strong, as if he had inhaled acid vapour, and it was attacking his nostril membrane. But Ryan had had a lot of practice suppressing the Wolfs instincts within. It had never helped to forget what he had done hearing the heart beats of people, nor the smells emitted when they were feeling confident, or scared.

Ryan looked around at the other occupants of the Diner, there were about ten in all, sitting around in a subdued silence of people reflecting upon their own lives.

'suits me fine' thought Ryan, though he did pause and look across to a family of four sitting in the corner of the room. The mother was crying silently to herself, whilst the father, grey faced, stared at his two children with a look of glum disbelief. The children, whose backs were turned to Ryan seemed to be blissfully unaware of their parents condition, being sound asleep, the younger of the two resting her head on the shoulder of her brother. Something started to put Ryan on edge, and yet he couldn't think what. Maybe it was the same expression that everyone seemed to have, maybe it was the persistent smell, but for whatever reason, Ryan didn't like it. Get the coffee and go. That was the plan.

A young Waitress of about twenty came out of the back office, her look of sad resignation on her face (The same as everyone else's in the Diner) twisted into a false, rictus grin, and she quickly strode over to where Ryan was sitting.

"What can I get you Honey?" She said, her smile in complete contrast to the rest of her face. It was as if someone had painted it on. Her eyes seemed to be screaming. Ryan couldn't help but feel the hairs on the back of his neck begin to rise.

"A coffee if it ain't to much trouble."

She nodded politely, smile never fading, and turned around to pour him a cup. Ryan looked around again at the occupants of the Diner. He noticed how everyone was very pale, as if they hadn't been out in the sun for a while. It was probably just the fact that the room was so dark. The family in the corner of the room seemed to be even more panicked. The mother was practically moaning. Whatever was the matter, it seemed to be oblivious to the children...

@ jp

Well since the beginning of the thread i have killed ....... zero. But seeing as Vegas/sky is bent on revenge, things will change...

@fitzz

Pinkie has given information to Sky, but what can they actually do.... Its not like they're going to get a 'get-out-of-jail-free-card', when they're going around killing people.
And especially not if the feds jump in. So i can only give information to Pinkie, if i'm not mistaken.

@ Sillyboy...Pinkerton passed info on to Sky in hopes that she and the others might "covertly" research the situation...and given the fact that Pinkerton is soon going to view the tape...I'm sure he'd be quite receptive to Sky and the Hunters aiding in ridding his city of the "problems"...

@ Ghosty...I like the idea off someone stealing the tape...and..your right,Pinky would do his best to avoid spreading panic in the city...

Pinkerton pulled into his garage and exited his car,the man was exhuasted but his mind was racing...this day had in no doubt been the worst he'd seen in his many years on the force...the city..HIS city...had gone insane,despite what the Casey woman had said...Pinkerton knew some sort of cult was behind the rash of killings...a cult...or something worse...one thing was sure...it was more than one perp.
Pinkerton slid his key into the door and enterd his house...pulling off his jacket and hanging it on a coat rack by the door he froze....his old ball cap was now hung on a closet door knob...not the rack where it had hung for ten years...he glanced about the room...Marys picture was face down...the many honors and awards he'd earned for service had all been rearanged on the wall...his academy photo now hung on a different wall...
Pinkerton felt the hairs on his neck rise ..."someones been in my house" He thought..." Someone...might still be in my house".
He quickly drew his pistol and carefully searched his home...going from room to room..his heart pounding...after a exuastive search...Pinkerton deduced the house was clear...
He cracked open a beer and sipped it..." Someones trying to send me a message.." He muttered to himself..
The phone rang and Pinkerton jumped...curseing he snatched up the phone..." Pinkerton." He said...he stood dumbstruck as he listened to the account of what had happened at the station.." Collins...Dead" Pinkerton said shaking his head...he froze..not beliveing what he heard next..." The tape shows what!?..no..no...I'm on my way back...just..keep the press out...I'll be there in ten minutes"
Pinkerton hung up shaking his head..." That's insane.." he muttered again downing his beer and rushing for his car.

The chase had gone on for near an hour and the fleeing car showed no sign of stopping,several police cruisers with air support had followed the Mayors car for miles and the decision to take the car out had been made...
Up ahead,spike strips were deployed and a squad of heavily armed officers took up firing possistions behind their cars.
" Unit 37...be advised we are prepared to engage at mile marker 18.." the radio crackled..
" 37 Roger...will attempt pit manouver at mile marker 18..out" came the reply..
In the helicopter overhead a police marksmen loaded his rifle then placed his crosshairs on the roof of the speeding car.

That's you Chowderhead....Police behind you...police in front of you,road covered in spike strip and a police sniper flying above...

Hmmm, the objective is completed, but I kinda fethed it up with revealing the presence of Werewolves in the city :Facepalm:

Maybe you should have done it with more finesse? Like, I dunno, wait until Collins left to go home perhaps?

BIC:.....Lifeless........

Sky finaly found the waiting area where kara was looking at a zeven months old magazine, until she noticed Vegas nearing. "Guys, she's here." Andy and Hawthorne lokked up from their discussion. "Everything allright?" Kara asked throwing the magazine on the table. "He'll live." she said. Kara looked at Vegas and didn't like her eyes, there was almost no focus in it. A dead mans look she mused. "God to hear. but our friend here has some information." Vegas eyes started burning when andy mentioned Hawthorne. Kara gestured Andy to continue, as Vegas just kep glaring at the vampire. She took a quick note to never leave her alone with hawrhorne. Andy showed the blade he had taken from the vampire. "This is some kind of über wolf killing blade." Andy said. "Dunno if its true...But at least it something." Vegas pulled the blade from his hands and after studying started to spin it around. Andy nervously looked at her while telling about Pontius. Something in her had changed, he didn't knew if he liked it. She looked more threathening than before. "Lets kill him." Sky said. "Who, we can't walk in unprepared...;We don't even know where he is." "Yes we do." Vegas said as she threw the dagger towards Hawthorne. The blade sliced in the wall just next to his face. He couldnt even respond before Vegas punched him in the face. "Tell me where!" she hissed. "I dunno.." Vegas continued throwing punches in his face. Dark blood started to flow softley as she broke his nose. Kara pulled her from the bleeding Hawthorne, yelling that hawthorne was a dirty bloodsucker. Andy smiled at the crow who gazed at them. "Nothing going on.... My friend has a little bit alcohol in his blood. He felt stupid, when the crowd kept staring. "Feth it." he cursed and helped kara to keep the raving Vegas under control. "He doesn't know..." Kara whispered in the ear of the struggling Vegas. "No he has to..." Vegas said in a broken voice." Kara softened her grip as she started to calm down. "He has to know." She murmeled. Hawthorn raised him from floor, snapping his nose back. He kneeled next to Vegas. "Sorry Gall, but i...don't know." "I don't need symphaty from you" she sneered as she punched him back on the floor. She cleansed her watery eyes as she stood back up. "Okay....what do we do know...." She was interrupted as he cellphone started ringing.

"Hello?" sky asked trying to calm the turmoil in her body. "Its Pinkerton here, you said I should call if something strange happened." Sky looked at her fellow hunters and put it on speakers. "How about two persons who turn into something hairy...." They looked at eachother, Andy raised his shoulders. "The night is still young." "Where?" "The police station" "We'll be there in fifteen minutes." Sky pressed the red phone. "So wolves." Kara simply stated. "Do we got enough silver?" "I've got a entire bag of silver bullets in the car and it seems we are going to test this." Sky said as she pulled the blade out of the wall. "Seems like a plan ... but what about Hawthorne?" "He can rot in hell for all I care" Sky said as she firmly started walking towards the exit, ignoring the gathered crwod still looking at them. "Are you coming?" Andy asked. "Yea,... as long as I don't have to be in the same car as her." he said wiping the dry blood of his face.

Nice one Silly. I loved it!

Incidently, don't you absolutely loathe it when your PC shuts down just as your 500 words into your next post?

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FML