ScarletMallard
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- Jun 30, 2011
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Rain pounded on the windshield, drumming out a somber rhythm as the last gray tinted rays of the sun faded from the sky. Rory sat silently, staring out into the gloom, waiting. His Mercedes-Benz was a specially designed Guard Class, bullet proof, bomb resistant, and powerful, a beast on four wheels. Not that the protection made him anymore confident. He couldn't very well kill his target from here. No. That would take some up close and personal work with a good piece of steel.
The Warehouse across the street looked abandoned but Rory knew a hotbed when he saw one. The Darklings loved places like this, they could hide from the sunlight during the day and were close enough to a large population to enjoy easy hunting by night.
He gripped his weapon uneasily, he called it Donner. An old school revolver Donner seemed slightly overlarge, and was made of red steel. A rare alloy named for it's deep ruby red hue. It was almost like something you'd see on TV but the corresponding punch was that much more impressive. You couldn't kill darklings with any old gun.
His watched beeped as 9.30 rolled around and he slipped out of the car. Locking it and tucking his gun into his jacket. No need to have it be seen by some poor sod of a security guard. The fence was rusty and broken in more than one place, not really an obstacle. Rory slipped through the gap effortlessly, and circled the building looking for an entrance. There was a service door that looked promising. Crouching outside it obscured by the shadows and the rain he worked the lock over with picks produced from his small backpack. Moments later he was in.
The Warehouse reeked of death. He'd found an active hotspot alright, his mind tingled with the presence of the Darkling. It sensed him too he knew immediately, he hadn't been mindful enough of his thoughts, but the beast seemed more curious than aggressive and circled him from above as he made his way into the building and out onto the open floor.
"What brings you here little man?" It asked, it's words clipped and breathless as if made by a tongue not adapted for language.
"The smell, your neighbors are complaining" Rory said warily, he could feel the beast on the wall behind him.
"HAHAHA very good an unseelie with a sense of humor!"
Rory turned around to face the beast, four massive red eyes glared at him from the shadows. The Darklings was some bizarre fusion of cat and insect, armed with an exo-skeleton, razor sharp claws and scorpion like stinger.
"Hello ugly" Rory snarled whipping his revolver out and letting a few shots off. The beast moved like lightning and without a sound as Donner roared. It bounded to the ground and then to the far wall as his eyes followed, then it pushed the attack driving him backward still firing. His shots were co-ordinated and well aimed the beast was bleeding already, it charged and he leaped twisting the air as he sailed over the arcing claws, and was grazed by the venomous tail. His last bullet took the monster in the back of the head killing it instantly, and he hit the ground feet first. Panting he examined his wound, darkling venom... his vision was already starting to blur. He reached for his cellphone dialing a number he knew by instinct.
"Holly!" he gasped, "Help!"
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Looking for a Holly! Who she is is up to you! Please feel free to dive in!
The Warehouse across the street looked abandoned but Rory knew a hotbed when he saw one. The Darklings loved places like this, they could hide from the sunlight during the day and were close enough to a large population to enjoy easy hunting by night.
He gripped his weapon uneasily, he called it Donner. An old school revolver Donner seemed slightly overlarge, and was made of red steel. A rare alloy named for it's deep ruby red hue. It was almost like something you'd see on TV but the corresponding punch was that much more impressive. You couldn't kill darklings with any old gun.
His watched beeped as 9.30 rolled around and he slipped out of the car. Locking it and tucking his gun into his jacket. No need to have it be seen by some poor sod of a security guard. The fence was rusty and broken in more than one place, not really an obstacle. Rory slipped through the gap effortlessly, and circled the building looking for an entrance. There was a service door that looked promising. Crouching outside it obscured by the shadows and the rain he worked the lock over with picks produced from his small backpack. Moments later he was in.
The Warehouse reeked of death. He'd found an active hotspot alright, his mind tingled with the presence of the Darkling. It sensed him too he knew immediately, he hadn't been mindful enough of his thoughts, but the beast seemed more curious than aggressive and circled him from above as he made his way into the building and out onto the open floor.
"What brings you here little man?" It asked, it's words clipped and breathless as if made by a tongue not adapted for language.
"The smell, your neighbors are complaining" Rory said warily, he could feel the beast on the wall behind him.
"HAHAHA very good an unseelie with a sense of humor!"
Rory turned around to face the beast, four massive red eyes glared at him from the shadows. The Darklings was some bizarre fusion of cat and insect, armed with an exo-skeleton, razor sharp claws and scorpion like stinger.
"Hello ugly" Rory snarled whipping his revolver out and letting a few shots off. The beast moved like lightning and without a sound as Donner roared. It bounded to the ground and then to the far wall as his eyes followed, then it pushed the attack driving him backward still firing. His shots were co-ordinated and well aimed the beast was bleeding already, it charged and he leaped twisting the air as he sailed over the arcing claws, and was grazed by the venomous tail. His last bullet took the monster in the back of the head killing it instantly, and he hit the ground feet first. Panting he examined his wound, darkling venom... his vision was already starting to blur. He reached for his cellphone dialing a number he knew by instinct.
"Holly!" he gasped, "Help!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~
Looking for a Holly! Who she is is up to you! Please feel free to dive in!
