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Post by Mikey on Jul 23, 2008 19:15:05 GMT -5
As they all layed and recovered, they heard five sounds, almost in unison. The first four came from inside the room, the fifth from outside somewhere. The first four were the ringings of PDA's. Everyone's rang and they all showed a message from someone named Harborer836. They also held the same message.
"Down the street. The white house with grey markings. Get here now. Safe."
Tommy looked around the room and said "Sounds like a plan."
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The biker cocked his Winchester again and fired. The powerful rounds slammed into the chest of the rots and sent them to the ground. They didnt get back up. He fired as many rounds as he could before they closed in, and slung the rifle over his shoulder calmly. He grabbed the huge single bladed axe and hefted it unside down. With a deep breath, he slammed it into the ground.
A wave of energy shot out and decimated the rots who had surrounded him. He had a clear circle of about 25 feet around him. Turning the axe right side up, he swung it around his back and caught it with his other hand with a great deal of skill. He did it again and stopped it behind his back, taking another deep breath and swung it forward.
The axe connected with the ground and was instantly wreathed in flames. He heafted it back up in time to swing it sideways and cleave a rot in two. As they closed in, he kept swinging and taking out one or more with each go.
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Post by Reaper on Jul 24, 2008 12:49:40 GMT -5
((Controling Vincent until Eric returns))
Vincent tiredly climbed to his feet. Knowing well enough like everyone else that a safe house would be better than their present location. He walked over to Elijha and knelt down. "This will hurt, but it's just till we can get you some place safe," he said lightly before he rolled her onto her back. Elijha cried out as she felt her back pressing against the floor. It wasn't to much longer until Vincent was putting his arm behind her back and under her legs. After a moment he was carrying her ready for the group to lead the way. Elijha cried as she could feel her wound throbbing from the pain, but still she knew there was nothing she could do. An eventually she had cried . . . or rather passed out in his arms.
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Post by Jeryen on Jul 25, 2008 2:22:54 GMT -5
Jake listened to Tommy as he said that it was time for them to move out. With a nod, he got up, checking his sword and revolver, he looked in his PDA and read the message. Looking to the rest of his team, he said to them as he looked around.
"Well, If that message is true, then lets move out, ill lead with my psychic shield"
(Sorry for the short post, gotta do something for a little while)
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Post by Mikey on Jul 25, 2008 21:42:27 GMT -5
As everyone made it to the outside of the building, they were met with a gruesome sight. There were bodies everywhere. Mostly rots, and they were destroyed. Blood flowed freely in the gutters, and body parts were strewn around like decoration.
A short walk later, they found the house. The door was closed, but as soon as they moved up the walkway, the door opened and a man motioned them in. When they were inside, he closed the door and latched it with nine different locks.
He turned back to them and said "Hello. My name is Esteban. Your the hunters Bookworm told me about, arnt you?" He asked. A thick Mexican accent came with his words. He looked like a normal working class man, complete in a jumpsuit most janitors wore.
He didn't wait for an answer to his question, but kept going.
"This residence is safe from the demons." He said, and motioned to the walls. All around, there were objects of superstition and magic from nearly every culture and practice in the world. Santeria, Voodoo, Christianity, Judaism, Paganism, and more that couldnt be easily identified.
All they knew was that they were feeling a very powerful aura of power, and it was neither good or evil.
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Post by Reaper on Jul 25, 2008 21:56:43 GMT -5
Elijha stirred slightly in Vincent's arms, letting out a slight cry as she did. She opened her eyes for a moment, and looked around the room. Granted everything was fuzzy, and she couldn't really make out anything. He head was spinning as her body ached with pain. She looked up at Vincent for a moment before she passed back out in his arms.
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jul 26, 2008 22:02:08 GMT -5
Vincent looked around the room.
"Jesus Christ," Vincent muttered. It was, in all essences, a Church. Whether it was Christian, Jewish, Muslim, was indecipherable, but it was a church none-the-less.
As he was looking around, he quickly felt blood seeping into his jacket. Considering it was a pretty thick jacket, he knew she was loosing blood...fast.
Vincent stepped forward with Elijha still in his arms. "Do you have a place I can lay her down?" he asked as he looked around the living room. Though he was hoping more for a bed since it would be comfortable no matter which way she laid. He looked down at her sadly. He wanted to help her, but, if he tried to heal her again by divine intervention, he would likely pass out and not wake up again for a long time. His best bet would be to try and sew up any wounds; then just let her rest.
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Post by Mikey on Jul 27, 2008 18:56:53 GMT -5
"Si Si, this way." Esteban said, walking with a limp towards the back of the house.
On the way, everyone noticed the windows boarded up with plywood, and symbols painted on the wood. Every room was also covered in the religious objects. When they finally got to the back of the house, they entered a bedroom. It was quite plain, other than the symbols and such hanging from the walls. It had a bed, a closet, and a dresser/desk. It was a guest room.
"There Senor. I will get a first aid kit." He said, and limped off. Several seconds later, he came back with a huge box. Inside, it contained enough supplies to damn near start a hospital.
"I can do this, Senor." He said, and removed a needle and some sutures. He worked through the scratches already in her dress, sewing the wounds as best as he could.
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jul 28, 2008 9:33:55 GMT -5
Vincent nodded at the man. Usually, he would be glad to have a fellow Latino in the group, but something about the man was strange. At first, Vincent had expected the man to be a loud, bloodthirsty type. But now...it seemed the exact opposite.
"Thanks, man," Vincent sighed, his energy slowly returning. He carefully placed Elijah on her side on the bed and knelt down next to her.
"How yah holdin' up?" Vincent asked, brushing the hair out of her face.
Vincent looked up and saw Esteban return with a med-kit. He took out a sewing kit and some sutures.
"I can do this, Senor," Esteban said.
Vincent nodded and turned back to Elijah. She was probably too dazed to feel any pain, but it would be best to keep her mind off it.
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Post by Reaper on Jul 28, 2008 11:57:53 GMT -5
Elijha flinched as she felt the needle piercing her skin, and yet she didn't cry out. The pain she was feeling wasn't anything compared to the pain she had been feeling. Though when she opened her eyes she was almost thrilled to see Vincent at her bed side. She was deathly terrified that he had been hurt because of her, but to see him kneeling at her side made her happy. She smiled tiredly as she looked at Vincent, and she herself could tell that he seemed tired as well.
"Thank you for saving me," she spoke softly almost in attempt to keep from crying out. She swallowed hard as she flinched from the pain. Closing her eyes for a moment, before opening them up again. "You should get some sleep. . . you look so . . . so tired," she said as her words grew a bit groggy. She closed her eyes again, but did not open them up as she had fallen asleep once more.
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jul 30, 2008 1:00:48 GMT -5
Vincent switched his gaze from Elijah to Esteban. He tried his best to see how the sewing was going, but couldn't get a good look without leaning over Elijah.
"Thank you for saving me,"
Vincent looked back down at Elijah and smiled.
"It was nothin'," he sighed, the fatigue getting to him. "You would have done the same."
"You should get some sleep. . . you look so . . . so tired,"
Vincent was about to lie about how he was fine and such, but, before he could, he saw Elijah's eyes close.
"She's asleep," Vincent sighed out loud, standing up from his post. He quickly motioned for the others (including Esteban) to move out of the room.
When he was in the living room, Vincent sat down on a nearby chair. He desperately wanted to sleep, but he didn't have time to do so.
"So, what now?" Vincent asked, placing his head in his hands. "We can't keep this up much longer. With Elijah's condition, and all of us getting weaker every minutes, we won't last through the night. We have to get out of this city and fast."
Vincent rubbed his eyes, smearing his face with blood in the process.
"F**k," he muttered, about to wipe his face with his sleeve before remembering that too was covered in blood. Quickly taking off his jacket and tossing it to the side, Vincent looked up at the rest of the group.
"Now, I know that is easier said than done, but we have to do it. Unless you guys have a better idea."
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Post by Mikey on Jul 30, 2008 10:20:51 GMT -5
"Your friend will be ok, Senor." Esteban said, and handed Vincent a towel he had grabbed from the closet. "And you cannot leave town. You have a job to do." He said, leaning back and plopping down in a large recliner. It was apparent that his back bothered him in addition to his leg.
"You have to save the innocents left in town, and destroy whatever it is that caused this." His voice was half an order, half a plea.
"I do have a few things I can do for you when your friend wakes up. First, there are a number of glyphs all around town. They do various things, one of which is heal. When you leave here, you will be able to see them. The second I can do is introduce you to someone." As he talked, he hefted himself up again and walked to the computer in the corner of the room.
He pushed a button and the screen came on. A few clicks of a mouse and he brought up an IM window. A few moments later, a man appered on a webcam. He was short and skinny, with messy brown hair and glasses that looked an inch thick.
"Hello." The man said.
"My name is Bookworm. I am here to answer any questions you may have, because corespanding with Esteban here has told me that you are not doing so well in your mission. I'm sure you all know a great deal, but ask my anything you dont know and I'll tell you."
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Post by Reaper on Jul 30, 2008 18:06:16 GMT -5
Elijha shifted uncomfortably in the bed. Her dreams running threw her head as if the nightmares were real. Though enough for her she knew they would come to pass. Death, decay, demons, tragedy, it all was coming to lite. She buried her face into her pillow as she cried out. Her back was burning from her wound. She shifted about her hair matted to her face as she rolled from side to side. Her eyes twitching in her sleep as she continued to dream. Occasionally crying out as she did. Calling out names, and pleading with death to spare those she had grown attached to. She coughed heavily as she laid there sweating as her dress plastered to her wet skin. Panting heavily on occasion to make up for the lost air in between her crying.
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jul 30, 2008 23:09:11 GMT -5
Vincent took the towel and wiped the blood off his face and hands, before walking over to the computer.
"Jesus," Vincent laughed. "This is like some weird video game."
Vincent chuckled tiredly, staring at Bookworm pushing his coke bottle glasses into position and hacking away at the keyboard.
"So, I wonder why you are called Bookworm," Vincent laughed quietly. "Just kidding. Anyways, I got one question. What the h3ll are we dealing with? This is worse than any mission I've ever been on. Already, we have three wounded, one critical, and we don't even know our objectives!"
Vincent looked into the room Elijah was laying in; then looked back at the computer.
"I'll be back," Vincent sighed, rushing over to the room and opening the door so he could see Elijah. Thankfully, she was still sleeping. Vincent sighed again, and walked back to the computer (leaving the door to Elijah's room open so he could see her.)
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Post by Mikey on Jul 31, 2008 3:55:57 GMT -5
As he started to talk, Bookworm's voice came from the small speakers mounted on the wall above the computer.
"Well, if everything Esteban has told me is true, and based on my own research, it sounds as if a powerful demon has come to our plane of existance. Normally, if rots appear, they are the embodiment of an evil place or evil souls reaching a power that allows them to posess human bodies. But, from what I've heard, it sounds like they are just popping out of the woodwork." He said, grabbing a can of some energy drink and downing it. He shook the can and tossed it behind his shoulder, where it clinked with the near hundred others.
"This means that a powerful entity has come here and is summoning them from another plane. There are very few demons who have the power to do that. But, there is no possible way a demon, no matter how powerful it is, to come to this plane. A gateway would have had to have been opened from this world, and a ritual would have been preformed that sacrificed several people and the body of the person who preformed said ritual." He grabbed an energy drink from beside the desk and popped it open, drinking some and setting the can down on his desk.
"If you can find that person and excorcise the demon inside, then everything should be back to normal. But, that person wont be normal. Some of the demons powers will pass on to the body. One of them is the immortality of the body. The person who houses that demon is invincible to normal means. Second, that person is in control of all the monsters that were summoned. Everything that is going on is because he told them to do it. Normally, they would just appear, wreak havoc, and thats all. But theres something else going on. Esteban has told me that he has seen them carrying people off somewhere. If their stockpileing people, then they may be getting ready for another ritual. I cant be sure what one, but I can make a guess. They may be trying to bring the demons true form into this world. If that happens, it will truly be unstoppable."
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Post by Reaper on Jul 31, 2008 5:35:20 GMT -5
Elijha shifted on the bed occasionally crying out from the pain. She tried to get comfortable, but never once did she wake up. It was almost as if her nightmarish dreams where keeping her locked in to what was happening. She cried out loudly as she shifted from laying on her back to her side. Her head hurt with the images that played threw her mind. A dark figure slaughtering so many innocent people. Her own hands covered in blood as she stood before the figure. Screaming out in pain as she stood over the bodies of the one's she cared for. So much death, so much pain. Her mind screamed out in pain as she cried out from her sleep.
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