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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 21, 2011 16:16:12 GMT -5
Suprised by his sudden change of emotion and his actions, she'd tilted her head a bit before nervously speaking out, "Um, Angela, Angela Mason." She then realized how rude she'd been and finished with, "It's...a-a pleasure to meet you, er, Mr.Valentine."
The introductions had lasted long as it seemed like a crowd of undead had began to become drawn to the bakery now that the windows and locks were all broken. There were alot and Angela was concerned about it as of now.
"The zombies, they're all shambling in," she said, grasping for her gun again.
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Post by darkrising025 on Feb 21, 2011 16:34:06 GMT -5
"Climb out the window. I will make sure you have enough time to escape." Dragmir shouted. The Death Dealer grabbed the hilt of his Cutlass and slowly walked down the stairs. The first infected came within reach, he grabbed it by the arm and pulled back. Dragomir heard it's arm crack and he unsheathed his blade. He swung it with massive amounts of force, the attack decapitated the second closest zombie. He flipped the one that he had in his grasp and jammed the blade into it's stomach. It was now pinned to the ground. Dragomir grabbed his Grim Reaper and fired one round.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 21, 2011 16:38:10 GMT -5
Angela turned to go back up the stairs but stopped, despite it all, she couldn't just leave him to fend them off all alone. He was still human afterall, it'd be wrong to do so. She'd decided to stay behind and looked back at the barrels she'd used against him earlier. All of them were filled with cooking alcohol. She'd kicked one of them toward a group of infected and shot at it, sending it into flames as it rolled into them and out of the bakery. She kicked the other one, there was nothing in it, it was too light, but atleast it knocked some of them down.
"Come on, let's get out that window while we still can!" she told Dragmir
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Post by darkrising025 on Feb 21, 2011 16:41:06 GMT -5
Dragmir nodded and grabbed his Cutlass. He retreated up the stairs and lunged forward and placed his right hand on the window and extended his left out for Angela. "Ladies first after all. I still have manners."
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 21, 2011 16:51:07 GMT -5
Angela had peered out of the window, there was a sturdy little canopy outside of the entrance, hopefully she wouldn't fall through and if she did, it'd still break her fall and wouldn't be as bad. Grasping onto Dragmir's hand, he'd pulled her up onto the windowsill and she gulped before jumping off.
She'd landed smack dab in the canopy which stretched downward but supported her weight. She was suprised and thankful and made that obvious by looking up toward the sky and smiling. She suddenly looked back up at the older man, expecting him to jump as well, in which case, she scooted aside.
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Post by darkrising025 on Feb 22, 2011 18:01:54 GMT -5
Plaged with memories of his past life NHMAT made his way into Washington D.C. This place had become hell on earth, the memories that NHMAT had seen made this place look beautiful. None of that place exsisted anymore, now this place was covered in blood and surrounded by the undead. The Tyrant still persisted on entering the city. He was making his way to Bruno's Bakery. That was the place, his human self visited several time. That's where he met his love, the name escaped the Tryant. A large pain began to form in his head, this time it was worse than the first. NHMAT fell to his knees in agony, the Tyrant howled into the wind. Anything in the immediate vacinty could hear this bloodcurdling roar.
Dragomir watched as Angela jumped out of the window, a zombie lunged and grabbed his leg. The Killer of the Dawn grabbed his Reaper and placed it up agianst it's head. He pulled the trigger and watched as the zombies skull oblitterated. It was the only thing keeping Dragomir suspened at the window. When the zombies grip loosened, Dragomir fell toward the tarp that Angela was on. He landed safely but it bounced him of the tarp and on to a car. Dragomir laid there for a second and slowly began to move. "I'm okay. It just hurt a little bit." Dragmir sat up and walked to where Angela was. He motioned for her to jump down, he was prepared to catch her.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 22, 2011 18:14:17 GMT -5
Angela watched Dragmir stand atop of the car after bouncing off the tarp and onto it below. She'd winced and before she could even ask if he was alright, the older man had assured her, himself without being needed to. When he put his arms out, she'd looked around to ensure there was nothing about, of course when she did this, the two heard a loud inhuman cry from somewhere near.
"What was that?" she asked, looking down the street that had scattered infected. Before long, she'd jumped off the tarp and was safely caught by the man below. When he'd placed her down, she'd kept her eyes peeled for whatever it was that made the sound.
It also dawned on her that ten minutes ago this old man was trying to kill her and now she was actually trusting him well enough to jump off something high and expect him to catch her? Well, she was living in a new world where monsters, undead people, mutant plants and now vampires apparently, inhabited.
So how was this even a suprise?
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Post by darkrising025 on Feb 22, 2011 18:32:52 GMT -5
Dragomir placed Angela down and looked for that scream. It didn't sound human at all, for once in his life, he felt fear. Not for himself but the female that accompined him. What was this feeling? Was it compasion? He hadn't felt this since he was a little child. The Death Dealer gripped his gun and looked over to Angela. " I want you to listen to me. If whatever that was shows up, you run and don't look back" The Vampire ordered. Dragomir stood still for several moments before he spoke. "Tell me about who you were before the outbreak."
NHMAT had just finished ripping a Licker apart and tossed it aside. The city was in ruins buildings were toppled and dead bodies were spread out through the road. The Tyrant could hear bone crunch as he stepped on the dead bodies. He looked at a sign that was barely hanging on it's post. It read Bruno's Bakery up ahead. The Tyrant smiled as he continued further down the street. He was almost there.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 22, 2011 18:39:18 GMT -5
Angela raised both brows up high as she'd stared up at him with her big, blue eyes. It was yet another suprise to hear compassion in his voice especially when he ordered her to leave if whatever the thing was that made that cry showed it's ugly head. She was then struck and startled with a personal question about what she'd been like prior to the outbreak.
She hadn't given it any thought in a long time and now that it came up, she began to dread her new life now and wished she could once more, be home with her grandmother or even her foster parents and little brother. More importantly, she missed the stage.
"I..I used to play the piano , the ciello and the Violin.. I was quite good at it. Played since I was a child and I loved every minute of it. My real mom and dad used to be good at it too, from what I heard...never knew them though. What about you?" she asked, a sting of sadness etched in her voice.
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Post by darkrising025 on Feb 22, 2011 18:55:41 GMT -5
"My prior life? I do not wish to speak of it. I've done terrible things." Dragomir said as he turned he head away from Angela. Off in the distance, he saw a lumbering creature making it's way to them. Dragomir had feared that it would show it's self. For once, he didn't feel as if he was a monster. Now that he was staring at one. Dragomir took a look at Angela and began to walk forward. The Death Dealer cocked his pistol and slid it back into his holster. He took a deep breath and took off running. I am the terror that your parents tell you, i will come for you if your not good. I am worse than a drug dealer. What I deal is none other than Death. I am Dragomir the Death Dealer! Dragomir grabbed his throwing knives, all six of them and threw them with full force.
NHMAT saw the Bakery and was greeted by a small human male. It had thrown something at him, the objects hit the Tyrant in the chest. They sunk into his flesh, but didn't make him flinch. Soon the human followed up with another attack, he unsheathed a blade and swung it. It struck NHMAT right across the chest. That time he felt the pain, the Tyrant retailaited with an attack of it's own. He swung his right arm but the man dodged it with ease. The man seemed to start to retreat, but NHMAT wasn't planing on letting him get away. It began to purse the human.
After Dragomir attacked the Creature with his Cutlass, he began to retreat. Not to his surpirse, it pursued him. Dragomir began to speed himself up and vaulted over a car. "Angela! Hide now, I will try to buy you time!" He shouted as he turned to face the Monster.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 22, 2011 20:51:25 GMT -5
If Angela wasn't such a lady she would have ****ed herself when she'd seenthe enormous creature stalking after Dragmir. That and she was able to contain her bladder pretty well, needless to say, she was awestruck. When Dragmir had attacked it, it was only a matter of seconds before the monster would strike back. It was then Dragmir had ordered Angela to hide out somewhere. Problem was, she didn't feel right just leaving him alone like that.
"But Mr. Valentin...I-I can't just leave...what about you?!" she asked, frowning.
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Post by darkrising025 on Feb 22, 2011 21:00:51 GMT -5
Dragomir slowed his pace to give Angela an order. "Listen to me, I'm tryong to do good. Now list-....." He was cut short. When he slowed down, it gave the Tryant the perfect amount of time to attack. It swung it's arm as hard as it could. The attack hit Dragomir right in the back. THe force of the blow knocked him into a car. Dragomir smashed into the car and knocked the breath out of him. He rolled over and sat up facing away from Angela . The Death Dealer was now staring at the monster, Dragomir tasted his own blood for the first time. It wasn't like the blood that he had consumed before. It was bitter and distastful. Dragomir cocked his head toward Angela. "Go now, why you have the chance!" He said as he coughed blood up. Dragomir pulled out his Grim Reaper and began to fire at the Tyranat as it made it's way to him.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 22, 2011 21:07:33 GMT -5
Angela had frowned and then faced the tyrant, pulling her handgun back out and stepping up to the car where Dragmir had been, she'd set both feet apart firmly on the ground just like Aya taught her. She'd narrowed her eyes at the incoming Tyrant and pulled the trigger multiple times, sending stray shots all over it's body. He was so massive, it was unlikely she'd miss and she didn't.
When it stumbled slightly, it kept chargin full tilt. "That's right, come on!" she taunted it, shooting some more at it before leaping aside as it charged passed her. She'd tucked and rolled into some dumpsters nearby, hitting the back of her head against it.
Grunting, she grimaced and rubbed at it, looking at her fingers. No blood, thankfully. She'd looked back at Dragmir and sighed, atleast she bought him enough time to get himself up and going again.
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Post by darkrising025 on Feb 22, 2011 21:13:09 GMT -5
Dragomir recovered as Angela hit her head on the dumpster. He took this chance to attack the creature one more time. As the Tyrant began to move toward Angela, Dragomir unsheathed his Cutlass. He jumped off the hood of the car and jammed his blade into it's back. He now was on it's back. The sword peirced it's skin and went all the way through. It howled in pain and tried to grab Dragomir. The Tyrant's arm's were a couple inches to short. Dragomir grabbed his knife and repeatedly stabbed it into the Tyrant.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 22, 2011 21:21:12 GMT -5
While it was distracted, Angela had struggled to get up, trying to get her vision unblurred, luckily she'd felt warm hands grasp onto hers and pull her to her feet. When her vision cleared there was another man standing before her, hand on her shoulder while he looked over at the tyrant and Dragmir.
"You alright?" he asked in a raspy voice.
"Yes, please, go help Mr.Valentin!" she pleaded. The tanned man had nodded and reached for the shotgun he had strapped to his back. Running in at the commotion, he'd stood tall and loaded two shells into his shottie.
With a quick pump, he jumped onto the nearby car hood and took potshots at it's front side. The tyrant had roared out, flustered with being attacked behind and upfront. Punching at the car with all it's might, the man leapt off and rolled onto his feet on the pavement. He reloaded again, pumped and spent two more shells this time into it's face.
"Damn, why won't you f**kin die already?!" he yelled, astonished with it's high endurance. It was like the shotgun blasts and the cutlass strikes were nothing but a mere inconvenience to it.
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