Post by Stranger on Sept 22, 2009 19:22:21 GMT -5
The hour was swiftly approaching midnight as the city gave up the ghost at last and surrendered to the night-life. The distant wail of a siren the opening chrous of the nights song. He could see the moon, large and full. It's silver light illuminating the street below with soft, angelic glow.
The apartment was a simple thing and lacked even the most basic of comforts. A simple bed was pushed against the far wall, occupied by a pale creature that writhed even now, gasping as her hand scrawled feverishly on a note pad. The walls were covered in strange runes to protect against the attacks of magical creatures. Each mark seemed to glow and expand at will before contracting to little more than a spidery sketch. Against one wall news paper clippings were pinned along with hand drawn notes. Some of the clippings had a red X painted over the surface. The common theme seeming to be random murders, animal maulings, strange disappearnces, haunted house stories and local legends. His hat and coat lay by door hung from the coat-hanger along-side a pair of bronze trimmed goggles. The light catching off the metal and glinting, winking him from across the room.
Drawing the knife across the bullets tip he watched as the razor sharp blade created a cross shape over the bullets nose. The silver scored with the holy symbol not because it did any more damage, even if crosses did effect the super-natural the symbol would be destroyed upon contact with a target. He just enjoyed giving new meaning to the symbol. Pushing the bullet into the clip he pushed the clip home in the forty five and pulled back the freshly greased slide. Firing back a shot of powerful liqour from his glass he slid the weapon into his shoulder holster, trying to ignore the drinks burning taste. Sparing the clock a glance he sighed inwardly, the midnight hour creeping ever closer. Standing he moved to the work bench set by the bed.
Piece by piece he filled his holsters. A pair of revolvers being pushed into the holsters at hsi side with a second 45 joining it's partner under the free arm. Striding to the bed he casually ripped the paper away from the woman who stopped writing as her eyes came into focus once more. Pulling the sheets over her naked breasts she sat up. The scent of sex was still rife on her. Her doll-like skin gleaming with sweat. "The other sides waiting for you, Cross. Death walks in your shadow, she will come for you soon." She gasped the last sentance which brought no change in that stern line of a mouth the man wore. The paper was a simple scribble. Various curses and pleading etched in thick layers across the page. In the center, untouched however was a simple message. " Martyr Street" Tossing the paper aside he walked to the door, pulling on his heavy double shouldered coat and pulling on the small, tinted goggles. Flicking the dial on the side the room became bright green as the enhanced vision kicked in. Switching the light enhancing technology off he lifted his hat from the rack. " Would it change your mind if I told you you could live longer by not going?" the woman whispered. He gave it only a seconds thought before the responce came to him. " Lock the door when you leave." Placing the hat on his head he pulled his long hair behind his shoulders and strode into the night.
The streets were practically deserted as he walked through the clinging shadows, the moonlight bathing his form. Martyr street his goal, no doubt that popular little night-club would be the haunt of the endangered soul and the unnatural predator. The cities twisting alleyways were populated only by the odd cat rooting through trash or a rat scuttering from shadow to shadow. Raised voices could be heard as he passed by an open apartment window. A couple arguing over somthing with a child crying in the backround. Humanity... was it really worth saving with all it's flaws? Humanity was at times like a cancer. Every human act of cruelty, evil and arrogance lessened the magic of the world. It drained from it. So was humanity really that worthwhile?
He had asked himself the same question many many times, on each occasion he came up with same conclusion. Yes. Humanity for all it's flaws and arrogance was deemed fit to live. For every thousand acts of cruelty a single act of kindness could be found. That act of kindness, love and forgivness was humanity's redemption. A scream jerked him from his thoughts, it was muffled, a womans or a teenage boys, either of the two. Drawing a colt from his belt he advanced into the ark and the howling wind.
The apartment was a simple thing and lacked even the most basic of comforts. A simple bed was pushed against the far wall, occupied by a pale creature that writhed even now, gasping as her hand scrawled feverishly on a note pad. The walls were covered in strange runes to protect against the attacks of magical creatures. Each mark seemed to glow and expand at will before contracting to little more than a spidery sketch. Against one wall news paper clippings were pinned along with hand drawn notes. Some of the clippings had a red X painted over the surface. The common theme seeming to be random murders, animal maulings, strange disappearnces, haunted house stories and local legends. His hat and coat lay by door hung from the coat-hanger along-side a pair of bronze trimmed goggles. The light catching off the metal and glinting, winking him from across the room.
Drawing the knife across the bullets tip he watched as the razor sharp blade created a cross shape over the bullets nose. The silver scored with the holy symbol not because it did any more damage, even if crosses did effect the super-natural the symbol would be destroyed upon contact with a target. He just enjoyed giving new meaning to the symbol. Pushing the bullet into the clip he pushed the clip home in the forty five and pulled back the freshly greased slide. Firing back a shot of powerful liqour from his glass he slid the weapon into his shoulder holster, trying to ignore the drinks burning taste. Sparing the clock a glance he sighed inwardly, the midnight hour creeping ever closer. Standing he moved to the work bench set by the bed.
Piece by piece he filled his holsters. A pair of revolvers being pushed into the holsters at hsi side with a second 45 joining it's partner under the free arm. Striding to the bed he casually ripped the paper away from the woman who stopped writing as her eyes came into focus once more. Pulling the sheets over her naked breasts she sat up. The scent of sex was still rife on her. Her doll-like skin gleaming with sweat. "The other sides waiting for you, Cross. Death walks in your shadow, she will come for you soon." She gasped the last sentance which brought no change in that stern line of a mouth the man wore. The paper was a simple scribble. Various curses and pleading etched in thick layers across the page. In the center, untouched however was a simple message. " Martyr Street" Tossing the paper aside he walked to the door, pulling on his heavy double shouldered coat and pulling on the small, tinted goggles. Flicking the dial on the side the room became bright green as the enhanced vision kicked in. Switching the light enhancing technology off he lifted his hat from the rack. " Would it change your mind if I told you you could live longer by not going?" the woman whispered. He gave it only a seconds thought before the responce came to him. " Lock the door when you leave." Placing the hat on his head he pulled his long hair behind his shoulders and strode into the night.
The streets were practically deserted as he walked through the clinging shadows, the moonlight bathing his form. Martyr street his goal, no doubt that popular little night-club would be the haunt of the endangered soul and the unnatural predator. The cities twisting alleyways were populated only by the odd cat rooting through trash or a rat scuttering from shadow to shadow. Raised voices could be heard as he passed by an open apartment window. A couple arguing over somthing with a child crying in the backround. Humanity... was it really worth saving with all it's flaws? Humanity was at times like a cancer. Every human act of cruelty, evil and arrogance lessened the magic of the world. It drained from it. So was humanity really that worthwhile?
He had asked himself the same question many many times, on each occasion he came up with same conclusion. Yes. Humanity for all it's flaws and arrogance was deemed fit to live. For every thousand acts of cruelty a single act of kindness could be found. That act of kindness, love and forgivness was humanity's redemption. A scream jerked him from his thoughts, it was muffled, a womans or a teenage boys, either of the two. Drawing a colt from his belt he advanced into the ark and the howling wind.