Post by vermilition on Jun 7, 2007 10:36:28 GMT -5
ooc. this is taken from my newest site the gunslinger's tales, no one was replying too the thread so i began to write some more myself...
ic. Randal stooped over the dying body of the mutant and pulled it up by the scruff of the neck with both hands, this one was heavy.
"Where is the owner of this foul hovel," Randal grunted, "I need a word with him too say the least!"
When the mutant mearly coughed up blood all over Randal's face something snapped inside him, it had been a long hot day, dealing with a massive lead on a trail that was going cold in his hunt for an alpha level freak somewhere in the hovels of this half cast city.
This was where the worst of human society mixed with the higher classes of mutant kind, the alpha levels, whos very existance was a thread to humanity, because of an alpha level's appearance they could pass as human, but the reality was far worse, they were terribly powerful creatures that could easily tear a man in half. But this target was stranger still, it was a female alpha level, which made them harder to find let alone kill because of the overdose in hormones they produced to confuse a male's sences.
Taking out his pistol he blew a hole in the creatures head the size of a golf ball at the front and the resulting hole in the back of the head was closer too the size of an softball.
Dropping the already festering carcous he wiped his hands and looked around, nothing.
Not what you need.
He had traveled through seven of these hovels to no gain. There were another eight at least that he would have to visit before he could be sure of where this female alpha was.
It was going to be a long day.
Taking a deep swig from a water sack at his side Randal moved on, nothing more here but stinking corpses and, if it was possible, more stinking homes.
As he formed foot prints in the dust and sand he thought about stuff, nothing in particular, just stuff. Then his thoughts turned west for some reason, too the west was Europe, a once fertile land now reduced to dust and deasert as a result of humanities failure.
But why there, he wondered, no idea was the solumn reply. Randal was obviously european, it was in his skin, in his facial features, even in his eyes.
Something about him just spoke of a European ancestry. He had reduced the scope of his heritage from European to celtic. Which left him with only a few countries to worry about it.
But all of those countries were in the British isles, now almost unreachable, maybe it might be easier to go north on the mainland and then get a boat over, but even then he would require someone to help him.
After this he would go back too one of the cities, rally up a few people to go to Britain in search off archilogistic things and then 'Convieniently' find out some things about his own heritage.
Randal snapped from his day dream and drew a pistol and fired in a direction.
The shot skiffed flesh and a bestial roar sounded and a sound of scattering cans and metal came from the alleyway.
Now the hunt was truely on...
Randal sprinted into the alleyway as a dark figure flew out of the other end of the alley. Taking the left hand revolver he turned the corner and opened fire. Missing once and hitting the top of the shoulder with the other shot he saw a single spurt of blood emit from the wound before the thig began to clotterise imediatly.
Cursing, Randal gave chase and followed her through two alleys and into a house. Suddenly the creature vanished and Randal stood in the doorway panting, 'damn it all', he though as a creak sounded from upstairs.
Calming his breath he took the stairs two at a time and arrived at the top just as some kind of cooking pan flew past him to smash on the wall. Cursing he ducked and rolled behind some kind of table which he flipped and used as cover as all kind of household items crashed into the table.
Getting up he fired three shots, at least one of which caused the beast to roar in anger.
Suddenly the dark room seemed to rumble as the beast charged at him. It tore the table in half with a taloned hand and Ranal ducked away from the beast as it slashed and tore at him.
With a lucky slash it took a slice into his leg, screaming Randal kicked out and got it in the face and battered it again with a leather boot.
Pulling out his gun he blew a hole in the she beast's head, it splattered all over the wall and Randal as it slashed in it's death throws.
A taloned finger tore open Randal's shirt and dug a small scar in the tissue of his chest. Grunting Randal ducked off too another side of the room as the thing threw itself at the wall in a final torent of gore and slashing hands.
Breathing a sigh of relief he watched the she beast slump too the ground.
ic. Randal stooped over the dying body of the mutant and pulled it up by the scruff of the neck with both hands, this one was heavy.
"Where is the owner of this foul hovel," Randal grunted, "I need a word with him too say the least!"
When the mutant mearly coughed up blood all over Randal's face something snapped inside him, it had been a long hot day, dealing with a massive lead on a trail that was going cold in his hunt for an alpha level freak somewhere in the hovels of this half cast city.
This was where the worst of human society mixed with the higher classes of mutant kind, the alpha levels, whos very existance was a thread to humanity, because of an alpha level's appearance they could pass as human, but the reality was far worse, they were terribly powerful creatures that could easily tear a man in half. But this target was stranger still, it was a female alpha level, which made them harder to find let alone kill because of the overdose in hormones they produced to confuse a male's sences.
Taking out his pistol he blew a hole in the creatures head the size of a golf ball at the front and the resulting hole in the back of the head was closer too the size of an softball.
Dropping the already festering carcous he wiped his hands and looked around, nothing.
Not what you need.
He had traveled through seven of these hovels to no gain. There were another eight at least that he would have to visit before he could be sure of where this female alpha was.
It was going to be a long day.
Taking a deep swig from a water sack at his side Randal moved on, nothing more here but stinking corpses and, if it was possible, more stinking homes.
As he formed foot prints in the dust and sand he thought about stuff, nothing in particular, just stuff. Then his thoughts turned west for some reason, too the west was Europe, a once fertile land now reduced to dust and deasert as a result of humanities failure.
But why there, he wondered, no idea was the solumn reply. Randal was obviously european, it was in his skin, in his facial features, even in his eyes.
Something about him just spoke of a European ancestry. He had reduced the scope of his heritage from European to celtic. Which left him with only a few countries to worry about it.
But all of those countries were in the British isles, now almost unreachable, maybe it might be easier to go north on the mainland and then get a boat over, but even then he would require someone to help him.
After this he would go back too one of the cities, rally up a few people to go to Britain in search off archilogistic things and then 'Convieniently' find out some things about his own heritage.
Randal snapped from his day dream and drew a pistol and fired in a direction.
The shot skiffed flesh and a bestial roar sounded and a sound of scattering cans and metal came from the alleyway.
Now the hunt was truely on...
Randal sprinted into the alleyway as a dark figure flew out of the other end of the alley. Taking the left hand revolver he turned the corner and opened fire. Missing once and hitting the top of the shoulder with the other shot he saw a single spurt of blood emit from the wound before the thig began to clotterise imediatly.
Cursing, Randal gave chase and followed her through two alleys and into a house. Suddenly the creature vanished and Randal stood in the doorway panting, 'damn it all', he though as a creak sounded from upstairs.
Calming his breath he took the stairs two at a time and arrived at the top just as some kind of cooking pan flew past him to smash on the wall. Cursing he ducked and rolled behind some kind of table which he flipped and used as cover as all kind of household items crashed into the table.
Getting up he fired three shots, at least one of which caused the beast to roar in anger.
Suddenly the dark room seemed to rumble as the beast charged at him. It tore the table in half with a taloned hand and Ranal ducked away from the beast as it slashed and tore at him.
With a lucky slash it took a slice into his leg, screaming Randal kicked out and got it in the face and battered it again with a leather boot.
Pulling out his gun he blew a hole in the she beast's head, it splattered all over the wall and Randal as it slashed in it's death throws.
A taloned finger tore open Randal's shirt and dug a small scar in the tissue of his chest. Grunting Randal ducked off too another side of the room as the thing threw itself at the wall in a final torent of gore and slashing hands.
Breathing a sigh of relief he watched the she beast slump too the ground.