The Darkened Alley

[Sakalas]

Ok guyz.... This, is the new and improved Dark Alley v1.0 [img]tongue.gif[/img] start the pl's

[Sakalas]

Ah, I 4got 2 mention... No guns [img]cool.gif[/img]

[captainankh]

Frost held up the limp female body my the hair. She panted quickly, her life was running out.

In symbolic gesture, he uttered the words:
"Betrayed by Darkness. Scorned by all."
He even managed to pronounce the double-space, so skilled with speech was he.

In a single powerful blow, the bastard sword relieved the girl's head of her body.
In that final instant, the mortal soul of Wesley's partner was separated from the physical plane.
Her escaped life-force was absorbed into his being, feeding Frost with the dark hated energy that had made him what he was now. He breathed deeply. he could feel the extra power that flowed through his blackened veins.

'Death is a reward', thought Frost, 'wait until I find Chris Wesley...'

He tossed the lifeless head aside, and one of the cultists snatched it from midair. Already they were devouring the empty body, and if they didn't get more flesh soon they would start attacking his double-spaces.

"Find Chris Wesley!" shouted Frost at his underlings, his coat fluttering in the night breeze. The runts in their black patchwork rags scuttered off, purposefully. Already more were arriving, reinforcing, continuously...

Frost sheathed his weapon. His rival had not gotten far, he could sense his fear, and when Wesley discovered what had happened, he would feed off his agony, his hatred, his rage...

Frost let himself smile in the darkness. His minions were swift, efficient, and totally unswerving.
They would find Chris Wesley.

He would find Chris Wesley.

<font color="#f7f7f7" size="1">[ August 01, 2003 01:41 AM: Message edited by: Tiberius Frost. ]</font>

[danielwoodfield]

Clarke observed from above. Chris's partner had been brutaly slaughtered by this monster, just as his own had been. Clarke would not let this death go on. Even if it cost him his life. The cult was large and strong, but the power envoked by one's love lost is incomparable. Clarke lept from roof to roof, nothing but a shadow in the night. Clarke silently dropped down from the rooftop, 12 inch bowie knife at the ready. Clarke slashed several of the dark fiends over, dragging their gushing bodies into an empty alcove. "When the Dark One lies dead or my blood washes over this pavement, only then shall I rest" Clarke vowed.

[Chris Wesley]

Chris ran into the alley, panting. He leaned up against the wall, trying to catch his breath. He was lucky to escape the ambush.

He checked his gun. One round left. No spare clips. Shit. At least he still had the sword, hidden in his trenchcoat.

A crashing noise invaded his thoughts, and he spun round, firing his last bullet wildly. Stupid! Think, Chris! Try to relax...
A cat fell out of some rubbish cans, and sped off into the darkness. Chris relaxed slightly, but not completely. He dropped the useless piece of metal, and drew his sword.

He suddenly realised his fatal mistake. There were more of them out there, they were hunting him, and he had run into a dead end alley. He would be dead soon, he couldn't fight them all.

How many had he killed when they ambushed him? Ten? Twelve? There were at least twenty, maybe more hiding in the shadows. They would find him. Chris prayed that his partner had not been killed. He had foolishly run from the ambush without her. Why hadn't he stayed behind?

Chris pushed these thoughts out of his head. She could look after herself. She was more skilled with a sword than he was, and she could move faster. He didn't have to worry.

Chris finally caught his breath, and his heart returned to a more regular pace. He turned to leave the alley. Home wasn't too far away.

[Chris Wesley]

Chris stopped, mid-stride. He could hear something. They had found him.

The mad cultists, led by the foul Tiberius Frost. Living off hatred, feeding off the life force and flesh of pure souls, they hunted by night, slaughtering hundreds. Only Chris stood in their way now.

There had once been more of them. They called themselves the Hunters, and for years they had waged their secret war on the forces of darkness. They always hunted in pairs, it was safer. But they were not strong enough. One by one, the Hunters had been killed off. Kelly Jones was the first to go, along with her partner. Two more went, Frost turned them into his brainless minions. Clarke simply disappeared, along with his partner. Then Chris's partner, although he still hoped that she was alive somewhere.

But now was not the time for idle thought. The beasts had arrived in the alley. Nothing more than a small scout party, unarmed. However, there were at least 10 of them.

Chris swung his sword as they approached, cutting through three at once. Jumping up, he kicked another in the head with his steel capped boots, snapping the neck back with a sickening *crack*. One of the cultists leapt up onto his back. Chris grabbed it's head with one hand, flipped it off and stabbed it through the heart. Chris jumped backwards, leaving the remaining six in front of him. They paused for a second, before charging at him again. He stabbed one between the eyes, pulling the sword back quickly enough to catch another two with a sideways swipe. Chris hit another with a roundhouse kick, then grabbed one of the last by the head, and snapped his neck. One left. Chris spun to face it, stared it down, then, in one fluid motion, removed it's head, flicked the blood off his sword, and sheathed it.

A faint clapping sound came from the darkness. Chris turned around.
A figure stepped out from the shadows.

[Sakalas]

Sakalas stood there in the dark, enjoying the darkness.... Suddenly, a footstep approachs.. Seathia, the vampire, holding his throwing axes...
Sakalas evasively dodged Seathia's axes.. While using the power of necronomicon to summon the spawns of hell. Seathia looked around finding himself ambushed by the blood thirsty legion.. Ironically, Seathia found himself being the target of these bloodthirsty creatures, clapsing to the ground. Gathering every last bit of his strenth, Seathia started to run into the Alley. The hellspawns ran after him, but Sakalas made them stop... It was his coffee break. Sakalas went back to the dark alley looking for some cheaps smokes & coffee. Then Seathia, thought to be out of his strength, was staring Sakalas with the bloodthirsty and despising eyes... He had consumed the blood of the innocent, and his hatred naturally lured him to the presence of Sakalas... Or this might have been a foolish move. Sakalas ripped out his Collosus sword..... and started to slash up Seathia with a smoke in his mouth. Seathia, again defeated, starts to run into the alley for good..... looking for the blood of the innocent and some coffee.

[danielwoodfield]

Clarke stepped forth. In one hand a burtal dagger still dripping with the demon blood lay at rest, the other held a Walther 9mm semi-auto pistol. "Chris - you are a very lucky man to still be alive. Tiberius has been tracking you for days. Now hear me out. There is only one way out of this. On our own, we are weak and powerless to stop the spawn in these numbers. But together we can stop them. There is no other way. Once we finish this we can go our own ways and I will hold you to nothing, just as you should to me. Once you understand your choice you will make it. It must happen that way. So which is it?"

[captainankh]

The scouting party Frost had sent out had been defeated, he could feel it. And too quickly too, only Chris Wesley was that efficient at killing his minions. Except for the other who had slipped his grasp, the only man to escape Frost's captivity...
Tiberius Frost felt the loathing rise inside of him, he hated Clarke Anderson, he would make him pay...

But first he had to deal with Wesley. Frost gestured unnervingly with his hand, and a figure hooded in black appeared, seemingly from nowhere.

"Gather what you can and attack at once. Chris Wesley must not be allowed to escape this time. I entrust the task to you, my beauty. Break his body and his fighting spirit. I will finish him personally."

The figure lifted its hands, and slowly drew off the hood. The sunken eyes of what had once been Kelly Jones peered back hazily at Frost.
"Yess, Masster." she replied.

Frost smiled. Perhaps when he had Chris Wesley he would feed him one of the deadly Apricot and Kumara pies, they sired excellent lieutenants.

The Kelly Jones Zombie moved surprisingly quickly. She moved rapidly down the street, her army forming up behind her.

Chris Wesley would get a nice surprise from this.

<font color="#f7f7f7" size="1">[ August 02, 2003 06:07 AM: Message edited by: Tiberius Frost. ]</font>

[sheizus]

Gerald's eyes popped open, and he sat upright fram his place in the pitch black room, his meditation disturbed beyond repair.
Something had changed. Something had happened.
She was back.

* * * * * * *

Tunic on and having made excellent time to his destination, Gerald had finally collected his thoughts. He waited, and let Kelly Jones come to him.

"I?ve been waiting for you, Kelly. We meet again at last. The circle is now complete. When I left you I was but the learner; now I am the master.
You should not have come back."

Gerald came to a stance of readiness, his sabre levelled in front of him. He waited, and smiled softly as his weapon began to light up with an arcane glow.
His opponent did likewise.

<font color="#f7f7f7" size="1">[ August 03, 2003 04:00 AM: Message edited by: Gerald Blake ]</font>