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#Post#: 365441--------------------------------------------------
Re: New York
By: NickTheurich Date: May 24, 2014, 12:02 pm
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A hearty laughter erupted from the lycan while he slipped into
his underwear, wondering just how bright Ace's face would be
right now if she weren't a vampire. "You can't say you aren't
impressed, love." He chuckled out, using words of endearment to
bait out another reaction. "And it is a pretty nice arse, isn't
it?" He asked, despite the obvious amount of sarcasm in the
vampire's words. "Do you want to feel?" With not a second wasted
after asking that question, Dmitry turned and ran at Ace; only
to turn back around half way to her, now running backwards at
her with his ass stuck out. "Do you?! Do you do you do you?!" He
laughed out at the absurdity of chasing her with his butt.
Suddenly Dmitry froze stiff and sniffed the air; The hair on the
back of his neck stood on end, and a deep guttural growl rumbled
from deep within him. His attention turned towards the door
seconds before there was a knock, a voice following it's rhythm.
"Ahem. House keeping..?" The voice sounded almost uncertain,
unrehearsed.. And the smell. The smell was unmistakable. "Ace,
get your silver nitrate bullets. NOW!" Dmitry roared mid
transformation, his bones cracking and muscles expanding while
the beast took control; his size tripling. "It's them!" The
voice cried from the other side of the door. The beast roared
furiously as he launched forward and crashed through the door;
tackling another lycan that was finishing transformation upon
contact. The sounds of jaws snapping at each other, and beastly
growls filled the air. There were two others, both were lycans
but some preferred to use their guns, and they turned their aim
to fire on Dmitry. Pressing his claw against the other's face to
hold him down, he turned and donkey kicked one of the two
sending that one crashing into the other; both getting up
immediately but still allowing him to turn his attention back
onto the bigger threat.
The other lycan had kicked him off just as his attention was
brought back, sending him crashing back into the motel room, his
claws dragging along the ground to stop some of the momentum.
Wasting no time he leaped forward again and the two clashed in
the middle of the room, claws ripping through flesh and jaws
snapping at one another again, looking for major arteries. One
of the two other men had turned their aim at Dmirty once again,
a few of the bullets grazing his arm and one penetrating his
buttocks before he had time to react. He roared in pain and
overpowered the lycan he had been fighting, snapping it's neck
with a bone splintering force then dragged it's limp body in
front of the path of the rest of the bullets; bull charging the
gunman, and using the lifeless body as a shield.. It was obvious
that his strength was dwindling though, it wasn't silver nitrate
they were using luckily, but some sort of bullet that discharged
a type of tranquilizing poison. But why? Were they not looking
for a kill?
#Post#: 365442--------------------------------------------------
Re: New York
By: Samantha Date: May 24, 2014, 3:59 pm
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Ace’s lips curled into a smirk. Dmitry was such a child. “Oh, I
am extremely impressed, baby.” She drawled out, intending to
bait him just as he did to her. Dmitry was like an annoying
little brother. He did all he could to annoy her. Ace fell for
it all the time when they first started working with each other
and she eventually grew impervious to his childish baiting. Her
lips parted to spew out another sarcastic remark, but before she
could utter a word she saw Dmitry running at her. Ass first.
Her eyes immediately widened, and this time she couldn’t stop
the squeal from coming out of her mouth as she ran away from him
to the other side of the kitchen. “Don’t you dare bring that…
that thing near me!” She yelled at him. Although her face held
an expression of anger and surprise, her voice gave away her
amusement. A slight chuckle spilled out of her lips, her eyes
gaining a slight tinkle to them.
Being a lycan, Dmitry had a better sense of smell than vampires;
because of that he caught the foreign scent before Ace. Barely a
second after he froze Ace did too, eyes snapping to the door
just as the knock resounded in the room. Pink lips parted
slightly so she could inhale through her mouth, allowing her
sense of smell to heighten. “Shit.” She whispered to herself,
jolting back into motion and getting her guns just as Dmitry
told her to. With Dmitry engaging in action, Ace took half a
second to analyze the situation. There were three men, all
lycans. One was shifted and currently engaged with Dmitry while
the other two stood by, aiming their guns at her partner. With
her eyes shifting as the vampire within her was awakened, Ace
could almost see their muscles tensed and coiled for an attack.
It was peculiar. Lycans were never the calm and calculating
type, rather they would use brute force to kill their enemies.
During that half a second, Ace remained unnoticed—which was even
more peculiar. Her scent was far different than a lycans, which
should have immediately caught their attention. Instead they
completely ignored her and focused their sole attention on
Dmitry. Fists clenched around the gun in her hands. She hated
being ignored.
Instead of taking aim at the lycan grappling with Dmitry—due to
Dmitry’s immense size, she was unable to get a clean shot on the
smaller lycan he was fighting—Ace set her sights on the bigger
of the other two that were still in human form. With the door
blown wide open, light tunneled into the room. Just as she was
about to pull the trigger, one of them moved slightly, this
allowed the light to hit the hand that held the gun. Ace hissed,
recoiling her hand and withdrawing further into the shadows. The
skin on that hand was burned, bubbling slightly in the minor
wounds where the more major wounds had slightly turned to ash.
“Fuck,” she muttered to herself, quickly snapping her eyes back
up to the fight.
They still hadn’t noticed her. With narrowed eyes and after
switching the gun to her other hand, Ace took aim at her target.
Two shots fired out; one hitting the man in his heart and the
other hitting him in the head. Despite the fact that the man was
killed, her shots were still a bit messy for her normal
standards, and in the back of her mind she made a note to
practice shooting from her non-dominate hand again. Her second
of thought was broken off as the other man fired shots at
Dmitry. Ace flinched slightly at Dmitry’s crazed roar, arm
extending and taking aim even as he killed his current opponent
and started to make his way to the one who had just shot him.
She intended to shoot the man before Dmitry got to him, but was
distracted by Dmitry’s now sluggish movements. Concern entered
her eyes for a brief moment, which was just long enough for
Dmitry to tackle the last man, but even then Dmitry’s slow
movements allowed him to get a few scratches from the guy. The
only good thing from Dmitry’s almost slow-motion actions was
that it was easier for Ace to shoot the last guy in the head.
It was a quick battle. Ace was all but ignored, which allowed
her to easily kill the two gunmen, but she had a feeling there
were more hiding around. Her mind immediately calculated the
possibilities.
At least three lycans were needed to completely subdue Dmitry in
his human form, but in his lycan form there would need to be at
least two more lycans. The orchestrator of the trap should have
taken that into account. And Ace could handle at most two lycans
in hand to hand combat—more if she was sharp shooting. That was
another vital piece of information that should have been
analyzed; however those parameters were only to be set if Ace
and Dmitry were separated from each other. Fighting together as
a team was their strong suit, and in that case more lycans were
needed to cause them trouble. But that was only if the attack
was meant to kill. Sending only three lycans, only one of which
shifted into his beast form, was a suicide mission. They must be
pretty stupid if they thought that three would be enough to kill
them.
With swift steps Ace flew over to her bed and slipped on her
thick cloak before turning around and making her way over to
Dmitry. Brows drew together as she kneeled by his side to
examine the bullet-scratches on his arm before moving around him
and—begrudgingly—looking at the wound on his ass. Just from a
single glance she could tell the bullets weren’t filled with
silver nitrate, and through process of elimination she could
safely assume that he was shot with some tranquilizer, of what
caliber she didn’t know.
Her eyes cooled down to her sedated state, and the chocolate
brown color filled with even more concern. She got to her feet
and made her way around him to his face. “You okay? I think you
got hit with a trank…” Her voice faded as she noticed a shadow
cast over Dmitry’s massive lycan face. Before she had the chance
to react, she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head. Her
eyelids immediately grew heavy, and no matter how hard she tried
she couldn’t keep them open.
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Re: New York
By: NickTheurich Date: May 24, 2014, 6:02 pm
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Dmitry sloppily tackled the last gunman, his massive arm growing
heavier by the second as he lifted it to obliterate the man's
skull, almost relieved to cancel the action after seeing the
hole between his eyes. A feint whimper fled the beast's nostrils
as he pushed both of the corpses aside and laid on the carpet.
Even the process of reverting back into human was slow as the
hair began to recede, and claws became hands once more. He
groaned and grimaced as he felt every bone pop, and each muscle
tear in the most painful of ways. It was then that he had
noticed Ace checking his wounds, the feint whispers of his
conscience filled the back of his head, saying something along
the lines of "So much for having a nice ass.." but the effort
was not made to make the remark, his vision was blurring and his
strength was dwindling. This definitely wasn't death he was
feeling, his veins didn't burn from silver nitrate.. So what was
it. And why. He heard Ace ask if he was okay very faintly before
his attention had been drawn to a dark figure creeping behind
her. He made his best effort to warn her, but it was all in vain
as his partner slumped forward. It was only second before he too
had finally fallen unconscious. Just long enough to hear the
figures voice say. "Bag 'em." And it was at that point Dmitry
had set a vendetta on that smell, and that voice.
After that all he remembered past that was glimpses of lights
blurring past his vision, the cold metal floor of a gutted van,
the feeling of his hands being chained behind his back, and more
importantly he could see Ace laying on the other end of the van
still breathing. Between glimpses and fading in and out of
consciousness he attempted to smell the air, but all he could
get was the same odor of lycans. But something about it was..
different than what he was used to. Yes no lycan smelled the
same.. But this one was too different. Before too much more
thought was put into this, the van had screeched to a halt as
well as multiple other vehicles around it. Car doors opened and
closed, and each of the men began discussing how they were going
to transport their subjects. A few making snyde comments about
Ace and how they wouldn't mind carrying her. Then that smell hit
his nose, and that voice filled his ears, making Dmitry start to
stir and growl in anger; arms straining against the shackles and
veins bulging in his arms. The beast was starting to come out
once again as his eyes shifted into a bestial shade of orange.
The doors to the van flew open and the man, still veiled in
shadow, spoke out "Subdue him." One of the other men then pulled
up a remote and pressed a red button, sending signals to a plate
on Dmitry's chest to shock him into submission.
"Wakey, wakey..." A voice echoed into his ears. The same one
that he had heard each time before. He growled and shot his eyes
open, almost immediately using every muscle in his body to leap
forward to attack whoever this man was; but alas, this was all
in vein as all the momentum he had created was caught by thick
industrial strength chains. Two on each leg, and two on each
arm, all of them tethered to the wall behind him. He growled
furiously as he pulled against the chains with every ounce of
his might. "Yes, goood. Good. Let him come out and play. It's
not you i need to speak with." the voice rang out anxiously.
Almost like a giddy little school girl. "I promise you won't
like it. The other one isn't much for words." Dmitry warned,
trying the best he could to calm his anger for now. "Oh no, i
am so scared... Is the wittle kicked puppy angwy wiff wittle ole
meee?" the man taunted, laughing confidently as he came closer
to the chained lycan. "I know you are in there. Aren't you
tired of that weak.. pudgy.. mortal vessel?" He asked, prodding
at his body mockingly. Dmitry began to chuckle, shaking his
head, "I know i am not the brightest crayon in the box.." He
began, "But i have been with my partner long enough to know a
bait when i hear one.." At this point it took all he had to try
and at least seem relaxed. "Now, why don't you tell me why i am
here, and no one will get hurt. Maybe. By no one i mean you." He
grinned mockingly at the man who's face was still veiled by
shadow. But what he did see was a lab coat, and what he smelled
was... distinct. It wasn't the smell of a lycan. It wasn't the
smell of a vampire. Nor was it human.. And though he had only
smelled a hybrid once before.. it wasn't quite that either.
"Oh tsk tsk tskk..." The man started again, followed by a low
cackle as he turned and walked away. "You don't REALLY think i
would just TELL you of my plans... did you? Was that your Ace in
the hole?" He mocked, "Speaking of.. Aces. I do have other
ways of luring out what i am after here.." The man flicked a
switch, to shine a spotlight on chair raising from what was
obviously a hide away cell under the floor... "An empty..
chair?" Dmitry questioned, cocking an eyebrow. "Oh nooo... Not
an empty chair... Anything but that?" He said in a mock tone of
fear, stifling a laugh. The man was frozen in anger for a long
moment before he took out his radio, speed walking to the door.
"Code Red. Prisoner #953 is loose on the grounds. All units on
your guard." Just before he had slammed hte door behind him,
Dmitry called out. "Oh! You mean you tried making me the center
of attention and NOT her?" he chuckled out, shaking his head
calmly. "Fucking, Ace.."
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Re: New York
By: Samantha Date: May 25, 2014, 4:03 pm
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A hand slapping her cheek finally roused the vampire back to
consciousness. Her eyes snapped open and her body made the move
to grab hold of the hand slapping her, but she was stopped by
the thick chain wrapped numerous times around her torso, leaving
her feet unbound. “Shit.” She muttered to herself, which earned
a laugh from the man who was previously slapping her awake. Like
any other normal person in her situation, Ace began to struggle
against the chains, knowing full well that her attempts to
escape were futile. After a moment of struggling she stopped and
turned her eyes up to the man, letting out an angered hiss.
“Mind telling me why I’m here?” She asked with a sickeningly
sweet voice. The man only smiled, leaning in closer, his nasty
breath spilling out across her face as he spoke. “You’re here to
ensure that we get what we want.” Ace gave him a blank
expression, so he continued speaking. “Surely you know about his
affection for you after working together for so long?” He
questioned. Ace remained silent; the man straightened up and
began moving around the small room, chuckling.
He turned his back to her and stopped to look at the one-way
mirror while folding his arms behind his back. Ace took that
single second to take in and assess her surroundings. The door
was to the right of the window—with no handle to assure that
whoever was locked up in the room wouldn’t be leaving anytime
soon. Other than the mirror, door, lights, and chair she was
sitting in, there were no other fixtures in the room. One thing
she did notice that was out of the ordinary was the floor
surrounding her chair. The chair sat in a four foot by four foot
square of isolated flooring, meaning her chair would either fall
or rise. Ace didn’t plan to stick around long enough to know
which one it was.
The man focused his attention on her once more. “Of course, I
understand why, with a pretty little thing like you.” He turned
and made his way back over to her, leaning in close like before
as he reached his hand out to caress her cheek bone. His
fingertips barely had the chance to touch her skin before her
teeth latched around his wrist. Blood leaked out of his wound
and into her mouth. Her nose wrinkled at the taste of the odd
blood. It wasn’t vampire, lycan, or human blood. But whatever it
was gave her body enough strength to heal the burns on her right
hand. The man cried out for help, using his other hand to try
and wrench his free from her mouth. The door burst open and two
more men filed in, armed and aimed at Ace. After giving a nod to
each other they opened fire. Using her feet she pushed the man
she had a hold of in front of her to protect her vital points
while also killing him with all the gun fire. This was what she
needed. Just one lucky shot on the chains and she would be free.
After several long moments of open fire, the men finally
stopped, not realizing that the chains around her had fallen to
the ground. Her hand silently slipped around the first man who
she had bit—who had fallen limp against her after the first few
shots—and took the gun from the holster at his thigh. Ace fired
off two shots at one of the gun man, leaning slightly around the
one fallen on her. Two quick shots killed the first gun man, and
two more killed the second without giving him a chance to react.
Ace pushed the man off her, sighing in relief that the idiotic
guards had left the door wide open when they rushed in. “You
guys are even more stupid than Dmitry; at least he would have
the common sense to close the door behind him.” She rolled her
eyes, standing up slowly to stretch and flex her muscles, making
sure she wasn’t accidentally hit with a bullet. Her body held no
major injuries that were life threatening and needed immediate
attention, but she did have a flesh wound on her left arm where
the bullet shot through the chains binding her; despite the
small amounts of blood covering her arm and her face, her body
was drenched in the blood of the man.
A smile was on her face as she quickly made her way around the
room, collecting the holsters from their thighs and placing them
around hers while also stealing the guns from their hands. The
bullets were UV, specifically meant to kill vampires, but they
would do against lycans—or whatever the guards were. Ace noticed
that their blood was very similar, so they all had to be the
same thing. She didn’t care what they were as long as they were
killable.
Now that she was free, she had to find Dmitry. But that wouldn’t
stop her from raising a little hell.
She went to the room outside of her holding cell, finding
nothing of use. The room, however, was a part of the map she had
drawn, so she was able to get her bearings and figure out where
she needed to go. She was on the lowest floor in the compound,
so her only choice of direction was up. It took her no time to
find the stairs for the security on her floor was extremely low.
The three men she already killed were the only ones stationed
that she ran into, but she guessed the security got tighter the
closer she got to Dmitry.
Just as she slipped through the door to the next floor, alarms
started blaring. “CODE RED: PRISONER 953 IS LOOSE ON THE
GROUNDS. ALL UNITS ON GUARD, PRISONER IS HIGHLY LETHAL.” A
triumphant smile appeared on her face as she hid in the shadows
and watched a troop of guards passed by. When they turned the
corner she slipped out of her hiding place, heading in the
opposite direction of the guards only to duck in another corner
as yet another group of guards passed by her. “Of course Dmitry
has more guards than I do. So unfair. I’m obviously the better
one since I’ve already escaped.” Ace rolled her eyes as she
spoke to herself, stepping out of her corner and swiftly making
her way through the compound.
Instead of heading to Dmitry first Ace headed to the laboratory
on that floor, which just so happened to be the main laboratory
of the whole compound. There were an obnoxious number of guards
by the doors, protecting the scientists who continued to
diligently prepare for something—for what Ace didn’t know. She
assumed it had to do something with Dmitry, as he was their
intended target. Not Ace. Not the badass vampire, but the
retarded lycan who could barely fend for himself. She huffed,
turning away from the lab. There was one too many guards for her
to handle, so she figured she might as well find Dmitry before
taking on the lab, besides, the kid was probably pissing his
pants with fear. She felt bad for his incompetence, she really
did.
“Now, where are they hiding you, Dmitry..”
There were several holding cells on this particular floor. She
could, of course, check through all of them one by one until she
found him, but that would take way too long and she could run
into trouble along the way… Ace smirked and took off to the
nearest holding cell. Raising a little hell would always be her
first choice.
The first room was a bust. No Dmitry to rescue, but several
guards she got to question. They easily traded the information
for their life. Ace killed them anyways before taking off to
Dmitry’s holding cell. Her quest went smoothly, save for the
little run in she had with a few guards. She took them out
easily. In the room just outside of Dmitry’s holding cell were
several more guards. Ace caught them by surprise and quickly
killed them, gaining only a scratch on her right cheek. She
searched through all of them and didn’t find a key. She pushed
open the door, greeted by the image of Dmitry still bound to his
chair and an empty chair not too far away from him. “Oops. Looks
like I ruined their plans, huh? Did you miss me, big boy?” She
purred, making her way over to him. “I’ve got great news and
horrible news. The horrible news is I don’t have a key to your
chains. The great news is I have a gun and am more than willing
to shoot you free.”
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