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"HOLY WOEIRJWOIEFOIWEO" The hacker yelled in a disassembled fashion as he felt his arm shift back in place with a
huge crack. "GOD IT HURTS! WHY PAIN WHY ME?!" He said as he rolled around, as he he tried to do anything besides
scream in agony. He didn't sit up, not because of the gunfire, but because he couldn't do anything but scream in pain.
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Something. She needed a edge? Take stock, what did she have - she had her knife. She had experience. But the woman also had experience - and likely training.
So she had to find a way to get some sort of edge.
"Who do you work for, anyway?" She asked the woman, sidestepping slowly to keep an eye on what was going around her. "Heartless? Nameless?" |
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Dread as Jack |
Major Backfire! | #143 | ||
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Jack's teeth were gritted; he'd expected the fire against his vest, and secretly was grateful he didn't
earn a slug in a non-protected area. He was either moving too quickly for the grunts, they were average shots, or both. The unexpected part was when his
Z-Killer mondo rounds were all knocked off course one by one, before the gun itself was sent from his hands.
Jack tried to twist his body into the end of the flip to land on his feet, but his muscles were sore from the act of firing the gun so many times under that circumstance, and he would settle for landing flat on his back against the cement with a thud. He coughs up a few droplets of blood with a grunt of agony, and his torso is sore, welted with many bruises of various degrees. They'll heal fine in a day or two, but for now they'll take some toll. Any normal fighter would just give up. Accept the fact that there was no way they were getting to the Junkyard alive. Even if they did, Prin might be dead by then, and even if they managed to survive whatever it was that Prophet wanted to show them there, which was probably some monster of Nameless', the Halloweeners would just wait for them to leave the Junkyard, and pick them off then. It was a matter of when the last bullet, the last stab, the last explosive bottle, would finish him, not if. At the very least, Jack hadn't left the Mill depleted of warriors. Unwise to bring all of his best warriors into a trip that was obviously a trap. Jack, though, wasn't normal. His one goal was killing Nameless, and this was far from that. If anything, such overkill to try to stop him only egged him on. Reinforced the idea that for all of Nameless' arrogant posturing and mind-games, he was afraid of Jack. He never wanted anything close to a fight with him. He always used a woman as a shield, or a minion, or monsters, or proxy gang battles. Heartless at least wasn't afraid of a solo brawl. This wasn't where he was going to die, plan and simple. The Fifteen Dragons had all been overwhelmed at their end, but they didn't have his power. Jack quickly rolls to a crouch and lunges across the ground to where his Z-Killer landed; he had spent two weeks building that thing, the last thing he was going to do was let some Halloweener hock it for booze money. He'd lift up the empty monster gun with one hand while drawing a normal .357 magnum, the only gun he had loaded. "Sniper, nice, so you boys have a Zero Lite, eh? I've sent dozens of you to hell, and I'm barely dented. This what you want? A fast trip to hell against the Underground's greatest warrior!? I run out of bullets, I use knives, run out of knives, use my hands! C'mon!" Jack snarls with a twisted smile, running on adrenaline. He's crouched and poised, gauging the distance between him and his car, or the wreck of the last car he blew up, as cover. They had to get moving and he needed to get closer to help Joe and Dawn. At the very least he knew they had a sniper, and about what angle. He would react to what his enemies did. Turn it against them. They aim for center mass his speed will counter since he is expecting that. His Z-Killer was raised high, to shield his head a little. |
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Mixairian |
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With Joseph down, the man with the crowbar turned his sights to the two women fighting. Some people underestimate women, looke down on them
and let them go. This man was not one of them. As Dawn attempted to stall with words, her female opponent closed in. A complete change of
strategy against an armed opponent. The reason being, the man with the crowbar was sneaking behind her, ready to knock her out. With a mighty swing of the
metal weapon.
Jack shouted, and cursed, and a few men were frightened. It was only natural but they had numbers and weapons. There had been a wave of fear as the massive Dragon lept into the air with his giant canning, spewing down fires of death. The relief of being saved by some mysterious shots was enough for them to simply continue firing. By the dumpster, there were a good five men whose firing pattern seemed to be cornering Jack into a certain direction. There were five large explosions as Jack's rounds finally went off. Freya, Slevin, and Ethan had seemed to gather around the same general vacinity. Freya had managed to make it safely under the vehicle but that would not be the best area for long as the vehicle seemed to be the focus of a lot of the bullets. All around the trio, richoeted bullets narrowly missed them. One of the gunners noticed the three of them and turned his uzi at them, a spray of bullets coming their way. Two vans had appeared in the front of the choke point, unloading more men. Two more vans appeared from the back. Things were getting bad. There had been light. Then darkness. The voice had filled the void and once again there was light. There was an explosion of light and the giant humvee came crashing into a low brick wall where a man with a rifle stood. The vehicle plowed onward, shaking the passengers as it went forward. The man's body crunched in two at the base of his spine where the vehicle struck, blood splattering across the windshield. One moment they were shaken, the next airborne flying off the roof of a building. John would feel a strange tingling. Perhaps it was his innate desire to survive that triggered his ability. It was only by pure chance that the large humvee landed wheels first on another vehicle crushing it beneath them. Judas, John, Miranda, Serenity, Glen and Akamaru were all shaken up, alive and relatively undamaged. There was of course a momentary cease fire from the Halloweeners that had been in front of Jack's card. Those men were quite obviously shocked to see a vehicle come from nowhere crashing atop one of their vans and crushing some of their men. From the other end of the blockade came the grinding noise of what could only be compared to tank treads. A large train like vehicle came rumbling from the smoke at high speeds crashing into two of the vehicles and sending them tumbling over. The side of the train like vehicle cracked open and out charged the Sanctus Paladin in full power arm, glowing blade in hand. Behind him, two familiar figures, Ryan (not that one) and Jason with automatics laying down cover fire. Xiadra could be seen standing nearby as Fang and Ayuban dashed out to join the fray. Though the entrance slid open, there seemed to be metal barriers designed to act as cover for those shooting from inside. It started as such a normal day for Erin and then the gun fire broke out right outside of her shop. The normal procedure was to lay low. Her brothers normally took care of the place when things like this broke out but they were out running errands, it was her and her mom. They seemed fine for a little while. A few men had broken into the back of the shop, they didn't steal anything, simply charged out the front door to enter the fray. It seemed as if they truly would be left alone. It was a gang warzone after all... Then the explosion occured inside the shop. There was dust, debris, and choking smoke everywhere. A fire had started in a few locations. |
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Cyclops2017 |
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What... what... where the hell are we? What happened?
Blood on the windshield... whose? Not mine... who was out there? What's going on? Trying to make out what's going on out there, but... head hurts... "Where the hell are we?" I ask, squinting my eyes as I peer outside of the window. Alot of smoke... I can't see too far outside this car. |
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Eater of Brains.zombieproductions |
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What the hell was that? After the windshield is covered in man splatter I inhale sharply as the vehicle goes careening over
some form of drop.
"Drek." I brace for impact and as we land upon the new vehicle. I exhale a sigh of relief as it appears that we landed safely. I hit the windshield wiper lever and after the second pass look through the mostly clear though still blood smeared window. As I look around I am of course confused but I'm combat savvy enough to know that we just dropped into a battlefield. I suppose on the up side of this probably mean we are out of the District of the Dead but then again it could just be another trick.. After the moment of shock wore off from our new surroundings and the fall. I hit the gas to get us off the crushed van and I try to direct the vehicle in a non-hostile looking direction so I can better assess the situation without being in harms way. |
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Glen's eyes were open wide as the events occurred. He couldn't help himself as they went off the edge as he
yelled, "Yeehaw!"
Then the crash, he had a grin on his face, no idea what exactly had happened. "Can we do that again?" he asked like a kid who just went on his first roller coaster ride causing exciting amounts of adrenaline pumped into his system. Then he looked through the window. People? Living people? It can't be, unless... "We're out?" He questioned his thoughts out loud. "I-I'm out. I'm finally out." He almost felt like crying, the feeling was just describable to him. He was free, he was finally free. |
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FantomDarc |
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Slevin ran for cover and prayed his retarded, now deceased arm would protect him from the oncoming fire.
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She Lurks |
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Despite the fact that Erin and her family had been living Underground now for a little over a year, the gang violence was never something she had gotten used
to. Of course, she knew the procedure: stay away from the doors and windows, stay out of sight, get behind something sturdy. And normally her brothers were
around to give some order to the chaos, at least inside the shop. But they were all out today, and their lack of presence unnerved Erin when the fighting
began.
Erin had ducked behind the counter, crouching on the floor, too afraid to leave her relative safety to search for her mother, who she hoped was hiding as well. Eventually, she heard footsteps, and before she could wonder whose they were, they were out the front door. She had hoped they had belonged to her brothers, but when she realized that was not the case, her heart had skipped a beat. All she could do was give a small sigh of relief when they exited without bothering to look around the shop. That relief was short-lived. The explosion knocked Erin off her feet. Dust covered her skin, debris was tangled in her hair, and the smoke was so thick, it was hard to see, much less breathe. She heard the crackling of a fire and knew she had to get out before the whole place burned down. But what about her mother? And the gangs, they were still outside. Staying inside the shop seemed like certain death as opposed to the chaos outside. Erin knew what she had to do. Half choking on the smothering smoke, she began to move toward the front door. |
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SobanSpirit86 |
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Within the car, the good doctor had been busy preparing to stitch Miranda up, instead of holding on for dear life like she should have. By the time the vehicle
came to a rest, Serenity was down in the floorboard, disoriented. Luckily, she still couldn't feel any pain, though she gave herself a quick once over to
check for any injuries she had given herself. Serenity poked her head up over the seats, then out the window. Fear, confusion, a smidgen of joy, and more
confusion filled her mind. She narrowed her eyes. Were they really out, out of that forsaken district?
"I don't want anymore surprises for one day, no more..." Serenity said, in a bit of a pout looking out a window and trying to make out what was going on around them. |
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TheCrappyNinja |
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Raze thought he'd heard the panicked screams of someone that sounded very much like Slevin, and point of fact, the man suddenly got up, looking quite mad,
and ran off like a decapitated chicken. It took a second for him to realize that there was good reason for this particular course of action.
At it turned out, it seems, one of the combatants in the shootout had opened fire with a sub-machine, intent on hitting someone in the general vicinity. Raze, not one prone to panic, was perfectly content to stay where he was. Yes, maybe Slevin would find something to hide behind, or maybe he'd get a bullet in the ass. No, no... there was to be none of this running around, exposing yourself stuff for him. Calmly pulling a shiny, spherical, metallic looking object out of a pocket inside his coat, Raze placed the shooter within his crosshairs. Palm spread out in front of him, the object suddenly lifted off a few inches, and with a wave of the arm, it was propelled forward with great haste. Hopefully, it would find the man's head, and shut his noise-making ass up. |
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They pretty much knew what they were coming in to and were prepared. To be honest, she had liked her thoughts prior to arriving of this being some other little
turf war that didn't involve them in the least but it was too coincidentally on the route that Jack would have taken. She stood at the
entrance, waiting for the doors to open. She would assess the situation and, if Jack indeed wasn't there then they would pile back in and
plow their way on through.
Oddly enough, it was Dawn she had spotted first as the doors opened up and her eyes scanned the melee. "Drek." She muttered under her breath as she lifted her handgun and opened fire. Her aim wasn't precision like Jack and Zero but she could hit a target and, on a stationary target, get within 2 inches to where she's aiming. She picked out her targets almost methodically, working her way across the scene. She was looking for someone. For now, the second vehicle meant nothing to her. They weren't attacking. |
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Dread as Jack |
Now it's a party! The Junkyard must be some kinda threat! | #153 | ||
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The shots that had been deflected from the Z-Killer rained down on other areas of the landscape. Jack didn't want to destroy nearby buildings or even hurt or kill bystanders, but that
choice was out of his hands. It was out of his hands from the moment the Halloweeners saw a highway drive as a suicide
death mission. It was a small miracle not one of the shots meant for cars had hit any of the Halloweeners themselves.
Cars were in the distance. The sounds of a tank like machine were audible. Jack swore there was a jeep on the roof of a building. Cars out of the sky. What more could the Halloweeners throw at him? A Sandworm? It only egged him on. There was shooting, lots of shooting. Much of it aimed towards him. But he had been ready. "I'll take you all on!" Jack booms, defiantly. His body was in motion, lunging across the air at an angle to avoid the shots, some of them barely, his coat tails being shredded more by near-misses. Quickly one hand slid the Z-Killer, which was empty, back into it's holster as his other hand fired the normal .357 Magnum he had loaded, aimed strictly for goons by the dumpsters. He aimed to be near cover by now to reload, but if not he continued in motion, aiming to get closer or throw knives next volley if he had to. Jack meant what he said. He would kill them with whatever he had until they finally finished him or he and his allies won the battle. The Halloweeners had left him no other option. |
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It was chaos. There was a car, and people were shooting. And the woman was acting odd, pulling away. She should have been able to beat Dawn. So Dawn took her
advantage, half-backing half-running away from the woman, keeping her eyes hard on the woman.
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Freya worked furiously at cutting the handcuffs off of her wrists, she had to break free! She knew she couldn't linger much longer in
this spot, and once she got her hands free she would work on her leg bindings, to fully release herself.
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Mixairian |
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The humvee with that containted the district of the dead party had blacked out windows. From the outside, it was impossible to look in. Those who were in the
vehicle would be privvy to quite the shoot out. The disoriented Halloweeners that they had crashed around, began to focus on the vehicle that drove itself off
the crushed vehicle beneath it. They began opening fire from all sides. There was of course the initial instinct of a person to flinch, dive, duck, or avoid
gun fire but regardless of actions taken, the bullets would be mostly deflected off the metal and tempered glass.
The group in the car would be able to clearly see the Halloweeners, Jack, and those by his car. Judas would note the Order vehicle that seemed to have just arrived as they had in the distance. Jack would continue to unload rounds and knives on opponents. Six more men would be dropped by his gun fire; four by clean head shots, the others vital body shots. As he moved for cover, a group of men would charge at him and meet his projectile blades, three men dropping with blades sticking out of their throats. While this whole scene took place, Jack would note the sudden sound of hissing beneath the gun fire. Somewhere along the way, the sniper had shot his tires in just the right position to pop them. It would be impossible to tell now but from the angle of entry points in the tires, it looked as if the sniper had been in 4 different locations. Leaping from fire escapes, three men had tackled Jack as he had been in motion. Jack wasn't caught completely off guard, as they had lept, the distinct battle cry of "WAAAAHOOOO" was emitted. Halloweeners really were crazy. Freya would find her bindings sliced neatl off as gunfire continued to blast around her. She would denote a distinct hissing sound as all four of the vehicles tires were popped in near unison. She had seconds to escape before being crushed by the vehicle. Slevin began to run off with not true direction, which was normally grounds for death in such a gun fight. The one shooter that had targetted Slevin was knocked over as a high speed object from Ethan that struck him in the face. He was not dead but neither was he conscious. As he fell to the floor, his finger remained on the trigger expelling the rest of its rounds. Slevin's arm had decided that self preservation was important. It's host was far too stupid to let roam free. Without word or warning, black goo like substance emitted from his arm and snapped around in an arc before him. Forming the shape of a human hand, it had struck Slevin across the face with enough force to send him to the ground. Once on the ground, the black substance slivered about until it had reached a solid object which Ethan was using for cover. It gripped on and suddenly dragged Slevin toward Ethan at high speed. His host would suffer minor abbrasions but it was for his own good. Dawn was a moment away from running into a crowbar from the person behind her. It was only by Xiadra's intervention that she was not struck down. The warrior woman's shot struck true, hitting the man's arm, sending him tumbling to the ground. Xiadra's next few shots would tag a few Halloweeners that had been encroaching prior to their arrival, a few, of course, missed completely. Moment's earlier. "My Lord, the locals seem to be engaging in a minor scuffle." (Sanctus Paladin) "Can we avoid it?" "Unlikely... Scanners detect EBA Dragon Master." The old man scowled as he turned to Xiadra. (Sanctus Paladin) "It seems unavoidable but we must engage. Your, friend, seems to be fighting an army of men on his own." Ayuban had remained seated, his arms resting over his legs as the journey continued on. Fang had remained crouched next to him. The two, though silent, seemed to have an understanding with one another. As the man in the power armor spoke, Ayuban merely turned his head to the side as Fang's did. Almost in unison they turned toward one another and nodded. Jason and Ryan, most of the trip, had been chatting about random inane things. They were not quite calm, nor nervous, but the conversation helped them focus and get by. With the news of Jack in trouble they became alert. (Sanctus Paladin) "Man the vehicle. I shall engage first to draw off heavy arms, you two will provide cover fire while they assist in suppression." The old man's took on a tone similar to Baxtor's at time. He was giving orders and expected them to be obeyed. Both Ryan and Jason had readied themselves at the side of the doors ready to do told. The old man turned once more to her and offered a similar fatherly smile. Before donning the frightening helm. There was a small click and the sound of air expelling as the helmet pressurized. He spoke once more, his voice deep, mechanical and frightening. (Sanctus Paladin) "Be one with the Light." The red giant mechanical power armor seemed to glide across the field, fire propelling from it's backside as its jet's propelled him forward. With a feircesome grace and skill men were struck down with the strange glowing blade. Though, most importantly, despite the bullets richochetting off the armor, the men who were dropped were not killed. Each blow had been struck with just enough force to incapacitate. The Commander had never approved of lethal force unless absolutely neccessary. Both Jason and Ryan had provided enough suppressive fire to cease the shooting that those by Jack's vehicle were receiving. It seemed Dawn, Joseph, Freya, Slevin, and Ethan were given a moment of repreive to regroup and do something constructive to save their ow lives. A bundle of rags flew through the air, a frightening wolf like howl resonating loudly from Fang. As men looked up in surprise, the small figure of Ayuban darted through the crowd, his fingers striking men at various points on their bodies. Most of the blows were not lethal and simply sent men sprawling to the ground with damaged nerves, others were not so fortunate. Once Fang had landed, claws began to swipe as blood began to fly. Zero exitted the vehicle, twirling the revolver in his hand. He appeared casual at first, enjoying the show. That was of course, until the tires of Jack's care started hissing. (Zero) "Shit. Minus." Zero lifted his arm, firing in two separate directions. It would have seem ridiculous at first but the distinct sound of richochetting bullets and a spark that literally flashed inches from Xiadra's face made it seem less silly. Through the fire and smoke she moved. The blackness filled her lungs and burned her eyes. It would be short of the front door that she would collide with a body. There, in a moment of crystal clarity, as if the smoke and debris were not present, she could see. It was not the touch of the body that had jostled her sense but a warm wet sensation at her fingertips. She had fallen over the form and felt it. Upon her hands and arms were the stained color crimson. As Erin finally looked down, she would gaze upon the corpse of her mother, sprawled out, with a gaping hole the size of a soccer ball where her chest was.
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Nanaya |
FREE AT LAST | #157 | ||
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Freya cut her bindings, and didn't even bother sighing in relief, rolling back into the open as she noticed the hissing noise of the car
tires being forcibly robbed of their air. She knelt by the side of the vehicle, looking around at her surroundings, taking everything in. She was on the
opposite side of the car from Ethan and Slevin, a knife in her hand. She looked to see if she could take cover by using the
door of the car, opening it if it was closed.
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Kaiser |
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"God do I love this car." Glen commented as the bullets merely
bounced off the humvee.
He looked outside noticing the big firefight between people, gangs he guessed, though he certainly wasn't sure. "Do you guys happen to know any of these people? Like should we help them or something? " |
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00John |
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John looked at Judas, at the gunfight, and at the arriving Order. He wanted no part in any of it.
"Who the fuck cares who's out there?! If Nameless wants us here, I don't want to be here!" He gripped the knives in his hands, more for comfort than anything else, and looked back at Judas. "Can you get us the fuck out of here?!" |
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She Lurks |
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Before Erin could make it outside she had tripped over some large object. She had felt it with her hands before her eyes saw. Her hands had turned crimson,
covered with the wet, warm fluid. But it was what was beneath her hands that drew her attention. As if the smoke cleared for the sole purpose of breaking her
heart, she recognized her mother's face, eyes staring blankly back at her; the gaping hole in her chest a shocking contrast to Erin's normally docile
life.
Erin's eyes grew wide and she drew in a breath of shock, which only caused her to gag violently on the smoke. She had to keep moving. Her muscles weak with shock, the sight of her deceased mother embedded into her eyes, she crawled over her mother's corpse, smearing a crimson stain on her light teal dress. Feebly getting to her feet, she once again headed for the door, now even more eager to escape from this nightmare. As if the outside held something that might ease the pain she felt in her throat, lungs, and heart. |
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