The Darkened Alley

[Sakalas]

Sakalas merged from the dark alley once again... and saw Clarke Anderson holding a Walther 9mm semi-auto pistol in his hand. Of course, he got pissed off because Clarke broke the rule. He summoned his Collosus blade and cut Clarke's hand off. While Clarke was screaming his head off, Sakalas approached him and warned him not to do this again, or he will suffer much more serious pains. Sakalas summoned back Clarke's hand and put it on him by force. And walked off to find a cheap coffee and cigarette.

[captainankh]

Kelly's shortsword glowed a bright pink colour. She drew out a second blade, identical, which began to glow too.

A voice echoed through her head:
"This is not the time for past affiliations, my pet. You have your instructions, I expect you to complete them."

Kelly fought the power of her master, in order to face her past. It hurt her, inside, she had to fight the control. Calming her rage was just as difficult for her now as it had been in life. Was she was really dead? She never thought about it. She thought only to please her new master...

She had a score to settle now, and some speck of her honour remained, so that she would fight Gerald, even if it destroyed her.
Kelly flicked the pair of swords skillfully. She beckoned to Gerald. She knew she must finish the fight quickly. Her followers formed a deep ring around the two combatants. Gerald could not escape.

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Frost cursed quietly. He was still having trouble controlling her, though in reality did he really want to be surrounded my unthinking fools?
He spoke to one of his minions.
"Seek out Chris Wesley. Tie him up until she arrives. Hurry! Do NOT be delayed."

The figure nodded and hurried away. More followed him. This was becoming tiring.

<font color="#f7f7f7" size="1">[ August 25, 2003 02:44 AM: Message edited by: Tiberius Frost. ]</font>

[Seathia]

Seathia's feet went out from under him, and he fell to the cold, hard concrete. His bones broken and his body bleeding, he lay at the edge of the alley. Pain shot through his body, but he opened his eyes and managed to force himself to his feet.

Leaning heavily on the walls of a building, he stumbled down the road, and fell to the ground for a second time beside the corpse of one of Frost's slain minions. He forced a fang down on to the neck of the long dead creature, and cold dead blood flowed though his mouth. There wasn't much energy left in the body, but what was there was all he needed to heal his wounds.

Healed and as healthy as a vampire could be, he drew his blade, ran to the end of the alley and climbed to the roof. Sitting down, Seathia closed his eyes and started to listen to the engeries pounding the city.
He searched hard, looking for Frost.
He needed to speak with the man that was no longer complety human.

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<font color="#f7f7f7" size="1">[ August 05, 2003 12:50 AM: Message edited by: Gerald Blake ]</font>

[captainankh]

Frost was distracted, Kelly could feel it.
"You are my past Gerald. And my past is over. I have a new calling, one which I follow unswerving."

She spun the pink weapons, and lunged at Gerald.
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Silently, deviously, the pack of cultists poured through the shadows, invisible to the untrained. More poured from broken windows, from sewers, from fire escapes and side alleys. The cult grew by the day, grew by the hour.
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Frost stood in the dark. His blue hair tumbled in the night wind. His eyes closed, he reached out with his mind to find the ones he despised so. His clawed left hand grasped menacingly at the air, almost with a life of its own.
It was a constant reminder of Mr Anderson's farewell gift. The insolent one would pay for his crime.

The cultists were getting sluggish. Frost sent out a psychic alarm to shock them back to reality. This had to be done from time to time, otherwise they'd just stop.

He hoped it would work on the other characters, as well.

[sheizus]

A second blade. "Kelly, you grow weak. I can feel it. I can see it. I know it. You will not survive this encounter."

Her eyes glinted from her seemingly deepened sockets. Either she was wearing her usual amounts of makeup, or she was just dead. Maybe both. There was power in her yet, Gerald knew.

Cultists now encircled the two of them. It appeared that the authority behind the appearance of Kelly and these new ones didn't want any kind of lenghty comflict, and Gerald wondered as to why Kelly herself still seemed to insist upon this kind of formal duel.
Whatever the reason, the cultists obviously did not share her restraint. If the combat did draw on, he had no doubt they would tear both of the combatants to pieces.


Or die trying.

[Chris Wesley]

Clarke. Chris's second in command, back from the dead. Or so it seemed.

"You Died... You were killed by Frost, along with Shelley. What are you doing here?"

Chris didn't wait for an answer. There were much more pressing matters at hand, stronger minions would be here soon.

"I suggest you get rid of your weapon. Guns are useless against them, they don't even slow the beasts down. You do have a sword, don't you?"

A jolt ran down Chris's spine. It was painless, but nevertheless he became more alert. Frost was nearby, and His minions were swarming into the alley once again. Chris drew his sword.

"Clarke! They're here, and you'd better be ready to fight."

[Seathia]

Seathia walked along the roof top looking down at were the duel was taking place.
The cult of frost was slowly growing bored with the conflict.
Seathia thought about joining the battle but that would not serve his goal.
He turned once more searching for Frost.

[Sakalas]

Sakalas was furious towards frost. Even though he was happy about getting a * he just could'nt bare to watch Frost randomly summoning zombies which was breaking hell's rules. Sakalas started the search for Frost. But he was no where else to be seen. Sakalas started another journey for finding Frost to eleminate him along with Gerald the cockroach.

[captainankh]

The cultists had picked up the scent. They began to mutter amongst themselves, and started to clatter down the abandoned streets with alarming enthusiasm. Now more than ever, they were coming from everywhere, more and more of them, the army assembling itself for the final battle.
Final Victory.

Frost was pleased. Everything was working exactly how it was meant to. Except of course, Kelly, and the duel she now fought. But, as it turned out, it was probably better that he didn't have another warrior to contend with. Chris Wesley would be challenge enough on his own.
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Skarfnork, one of the cultists, was in the lead. Another followed him closely, but he kept in front. He was proud of himself, keeping ahead of the pack like this. He rounded the next turn, and saw two men in trenchcoats, one brandishing a sword. Skarfnork skidded to a halt, and the one behind bumped into him. They both fell down. Behind them, the wave of minions grew, flooding over them. Skarfnork tried desperately to stand, but the one who had bumped into him tried to pull himself up, and they pulled each other down. Soon they were lost from view. Nobody noticed.
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The cultists leapt at Chris Wesley. They had their orders, and they obeyed. Not one tried to attack Clarke Anderson, though attempted to climb up his back in order to dive at Wesley.
Around them more of the critters leapt from windows and rooftops, drawing blades, knives, cudgels, broken bottles, wooden bats. One even produced an xbox controller. They had no concept of honour, they knew only death.
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Kelly Jones glared at Gerald for a second, through the pink glow of her dual blades. She heard what he said, but forgot it again straight away. She didn't care. She couldn't.
The cultists were getting restless. Somebody was close to Wesley. But she had a score to settle here first.
One sword up in a defensive ward, she lunged at Gerald with the other, aimed staight for his neck.
She had no time to waste. This had to end quickly.
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Frost stood at the entrance of the alley, and surveyed the scene. His minions were smothering Chris Wesley. He had no chance.
Frost smiled, then something in the darkness something caught his eye, another figure in ...

NO! IT COULDN'T BE! NEVER...! NOT HIM! But.. They were rivals,... side by side? This he'd never considered...!

The cultists had become confused, because he had become distracted. With a cry, he screamed:
"ATTACK! KILL THEM BOTH! KILL THEM ALL!"
Another wave of his minions flooded from the rooftops on to Clarke Anderson.

The battle was begun.

[sheizus]

Gerald's own glowing blade went up, and met with Kelly's almost casual swing. He knew of her hurry. Gerald cocked his head to the side, and gave a small wink to Kelly. Against all of his judgement, he acted.
Breaking into a sprint towards the circle, Gerald leaped into the air above the front line of the cultists. Kelly wouldn't stab him in the back on this one. She couldn't. He knew her. He trusted her. Regardless of whether she was dead or alive, she was a part of him. Frost was nothing.
Fully two metres above the line of madmen, Gerald reached a crouching position, and a blinding flash of white light erupted from his body. The ring of cultists broke as a group were thrust outwards, away from him.

Those who fear the darkness have never seen what the light can do.

Behind him, he knew, Kelly would be doing likewise. They would rendezvous later, if it was at all possible, and settle their conflict with the least amount of interruption from the others as possible.