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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2013 2:37:58 GMT -5
“sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!” Warren was in a goddamn pinch this time. The young hacker skidded on the rough concrete as he attempted a wide turn in his rush to escape these hustlers. His tattered converse shoes seemed to almost split at the seems as he charged and rush through the destructive terrain, hopping over benches and barely dodging joyriders running the red lights. “Sh-hi-hit!” Genius Warren thought it would be a excellent idea to snatch some quick cash from some doped up kingpin; now the gamer was heaving from almost a mile run through New Orlands. Turning to catch a glimpse with his followers, Warren gulped from the frightening lack of distance between pathetic hacker and two fit Bane boilers charging for him like blood thirsty elephants. “Thank god for the Wii Fit huh?” He chuckled sarcastically, bounding over another park bench, two unsuspecting ladies bickering about their failed relations. Well this was not how Warren wanted to “enjoy” his evening today!
“Get back here you little bastard!” One hollered, stumbling as he miscalculated the steep sidewalk and almost crashing to the floor but unfortunately for Warren, it wasn’t meant to be. The skinny boy looked like that one dude from that one game... oh what was it called? “Why the hell does that matter right now!” Warren scolded himself as he skidded through another tough corner, dodging left and right as pedestrian traffic began to escalate. The rich Wall Street losers watched this puny boy like he was some parasite infesting the peaceful streets;the young Warren only responded with poorly mustered frowns, his insecurity like an overbearing anvil. Seriously... right now? He said to himself, just as snarky as the last. Can I just feel good at least once?
Warren snatched his cellphone from his pocket and began to fiddle with his advanced programs like a crazed female texting her crush. As the two tails continued to chase, the young Warren burst into a four-way intersection, cars speeding from multiple directions. With a single touch of a button, all traffic lights suddenly flashed green, the bustling thrill seekers pressing the gas to continue down their merry way. Warren barely missed the on coming crash but managed to retreat to the dark streets before thundering sounds of vehicles crashing into each other rang through the streets of New Orlands, leaving hopefully those generic brawlers either disoriented or dead.
The young Creed leaned agains a wall, breathless. He slid downward to the ground and placed his head between his legs in a vain attempt to catch a break. “Holy...sh*t...” He hadn’t been so freaked since he had to visit his grand father for that dreaded “meeting” so many years ago. The thoughts sent shivers of terror for that old bugger was one of the only people that scared everyone in his family. He was like God (when he was alive at least), and his God-fearing followers called ‘family.’ Yeah right?
Warren was just about to continue on his merry way when a sudden shock of pain lurched into his abdomen. The young gamer tumbled to his side, gripping his stomach from the overwhelming agony that followed. He shot a weak gaze to his attacker and only gasped when he caught a glimpse of one of the men that had been chasing him. The burly man snatched to lanky boy by the throat, hovering him a few inches from the ground, crunching his larex. “Where is the goddamn money sh*thead!”
Warren wriggled and squirmed, trying to sneak a breath. “How... can I say a-anything if you’re choking me, f*cking idi-” He could not finish the insult for the man’s grip grew tighter. Warren was beginning to fade out of consciousness but he was trying his best to hang on.
“Where’s the money smart ass!” He questioned again.
“Say th-the magic words...” Warren scoffed.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2013 12:32:52 GMT -5
Luis, walking down the street, happened to glance down the ally to his side and seeing a tall muscular man holding a skinny kid by the throat he decided to step in. "Hey bone head put the kid down and you walk away, you wont like the other option." Luis said seriously and threat hung at the end of his sentence. Luis was tired and hadn't eaten in a few days, this was causing his inner beast to try and force its way out. Though Luis had full control over the beast it still could influence his actions to an extent.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2013 3:47:59 GMT -5
The gangster muscle man threw a violent stare at this mysterious stranger, blinded by his blood thirst to the dangers that lurked within the hungry werewolf. The burly man released an aggravated grunt, doing little to follow Luis’ threatening instruction to release the poor hacker who could do little but gasp and wriggle for some sort of release. The attacker tightened his grip, responding to Warren physical pleas. “Get the fuck out of here little man if you don’t want to have your brains on the floor.” The brawny ruffian pressed Warren harshly onto the wall who released a low groan as his spine ached. This was not how this evening was supposed to end, what a goddamn drag... seriously. Warren only needed some money to hold until next week since he’d splurged a little bit too much on a DDR board and enormous 80” screen for his penthouse, which by the way needed its rent paid in a few days. Generally, he was good with his money stash but lately he had found himself more restless with less and less to do... maybe it would be best to head back home? I mean, he always had something to worry about (mostly bad, but his brain was at least working), someone to help in the family that needed it. All the black sheep needed to stick together, right?
Why the hell are you thinking about this you moron! Warren snarled to himself, wrapping his pathetic hands around the elephant arm latched on his throat in an attempt to escape, however it was fruitless. “Don’t worry dude, I-I can take this guy...!” Warren snapped, kicking his elongated legs outwards, but it did little to damage.
“Where is the money you little fuck.” The gangster hissed, turning back to his mysterious man again. “You want to help a thief, go ahead, just try but this kid may still the money straight from your pocket so just get the hell out and leave it be little man.” The brawny man scanned Luis, not at all intimidated by the man’s angular form. He was a stick compared to this monster.
“‘Cause your any better moron. I’m sure the money I took you stole from some bank or something.” The nerd retorted, still gasping for breath.
“Shut the fuck up kid!” The thug suddenly tossed the young man into an enormous trash can, leaving him littered with the smelly junk. Then, the attacker turned to Luis again, “You still want some!? If not, get the hell out of here you idiot.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2013 23:46:22 GMT -5
Luis just stared at the gangster, a whisper of a voice echoed in his head, "Send him to me...." The voice repeated over and over till Luis wanted to tear his brain out through his eye sockets. After a moment of standing there Luis' eyes grew dark and he stepped forward towards the thug. As he began to move his skin dried out and began to peel off revealing extremely hardened scales. From his upper chest north thick fur grew out and his skull was quick to change aswell, it became feline like with an elongated muzzle. His eyes were now black and when he opened his mouth his teeth looked like serrated knives. "Let the mortal go, or be damned to an eternity in pain." Luis said as if he was in a trance. The remnants of his races ancient past were taking effect.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2013 20:18:35 GMT -5
The thug, at first unimpressed by Luis’ approach, attempted to open his mouth to spout more vulgar threats however immediately morphed to utter terror as the folds of this mysterious man’s skin began to shed away before him, and for a moment the gangster was completely speechless. It revealed something the muscle man had never witnessed and his legs crumbled beneath him, horrified for his life. The skinny gamer who was struggling to wedge himself out of the mountain trash almost strapping him in, attempting to protect him from the dangers outside. “Argh!” He snarled, gripping the nearest edge before lifting himself to see what the hell was happened. He immediately regretted it. “Oh fuck!” Warren scrambled frantically, tumbling from the container flat on his face however that didn’t stop him for long and he shot to his feet, racing to escape.
Meanwhile, the horrified hooligan crawled slowly away, enormous droplets tumbling from his pudgy visage. “Please, don’t kill me! Please, oh fuck I was just doing my job!” Scrummaging through his pocket he began tossing all personal belongings in attempt to bribe the creature. “Please, I gotta wife and son!” He lied, whimpering.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2013 22:55:19 GMT -5
Luis saw right through the thugs lies and he placed his clawed hands around the thugs neck, not quite choking him yet. "You get by on the misery and pain of others?" The beast asked and it was clear he expected a response. Passing a quick glance at warren he extended his claws and they pressed sharply against the thugs neck, like sharp knives pressing into his flesh. "Are you hurt?" Luis asked warren.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2013 11:45:57 GMT -5
As the ruffian floated off the ground gasping for air the gangly human skidded to a halt, turning his expanded irises to the monstrous stranger. Was this guy seriously asking him if he was okay?! The mystery man looked like a deranged creation straight from comic books or those goddamn horrors games Warren needlessly obsessed over (even though he was an absolute chicken shit). Warren suggested that this dangerous fellow would slaughter them both but it seemed the creature was in the gamer’s best interest. “Y-yeah, I’m good just an ache in the head is all.” Rubbing his tousled mop of any garbage remains Warren cautiously approached Luis and his hovering victim who wriggled and writhed to escape the demonic beings clutches.
Then, with a burst of confidence Warren bellowed a snarky snicker. “Yeah shithead, you like chasin’ little guys like me huh? Fuckin’ asswipe.” Skidding the ground with the bottom of his shoe he mocked the poor gangster who out of instinct jerked angrily at Warren who drew back suddenly, releasing another chortle. “Can’t get me!”
The thug turned back to Luis, who was obviously unamused by this entire situation. Unable to answer, he simply begged, “Please, just let me go! I-I’ll leave the kid alone I promise! Just please, help me get the money from him that he stole and I’ll give it all to you! I swear!”
Warren frowned, glancing to Luis as if expecting him to take the deal. If he did, this little gamer would be booking it straight home!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2013 12:09:04 GMT -5
Luis tightened his grip on the gangsters throat. "You dare try and bribe me?" He growled and opened his mouth a black flame seeped from the dark abyss and it began to seep into the thugs flesh. Luis could sense the mans soul burning, which would cause unimaginable pain. The luscalas glared one last time and bellowed the words "burn in hell" before throwing him to the ground, deep claw marks on his neck.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2013 0:52:31 GMT -5
The hapless victim screeched and howled, squirming like a breached fish suffocating to death. The gangly gamer watched in absolute silence, mesmerized as well as frightened by what was transpiring before him; he had seen death many times but not like this. Today was supposed to be a practical, simple exchange where he busted out and ran away with the goods no problem... definitely didn’t go as planned. As the Luscalas chunked the agonized victim to the concrete, the ruffian writhed and convulsed as foam gurgled from his trembling lips and Warren drew back as if expecting the man to reach out to grab him.
“I-Is he gonna die?” Warren questioned slowly, apprehensive to stay any long in the company of this stranger. It was peculiar how calm he felt, for he half expected to shit his pants the moment he saw a dude’s skin peeling off and a human disguised monster attacked anyone in his vicinity. At least he knew he would be unflustered if tossed in a game protagonist's situation.
“And... why did you help me, I mean I jacked the dudes money. Fucker deserved it but yeah, why bother?” The Creed boy was so used to being alone, such random kindness seemed too good to be true and he half expected this mystery man to threaten the junk he had on him.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2013 7:46:53 GMT -5
Slowly the scales receded and flesh replaced them. Luis was back to his human form. "Yes, he will die and the reason i chose to help you was this. I was once the victim of people like him, yes you stole his cash, but he could have gone about getting it back differently. Choosing to use brute force on a smaller smaller man like you, no offence, was wrong and that is why I helped you. Because i can't sit back and watch another person be pushed around just because he isn't as strong as the guy doing the pushing." Luis explained truthfully. He was a victim before he changed into this monster but now...he just doesn't know what he is anymore.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2013 1:53:38 GMT -5
Within moments the suffering human quieted with a final gurgling gasp before death carried him deep into the depths of Hell, never to return again. Warren captured the body within his umber irises, a rising sickness boiling higher and higher as he observed. Technically, Warren was just as responsible for this man’s horrible demise just as Luis was. Jackass or not the gamer did not believe in needless violence even if his opponents did not agree to such terms. As the mysterious man addressed the gangly techie he could not help not take offense. “For your information dude, I could’ve taken that asshole!” He attempted to muster what little pride he had left however it was all for naught. Warren obviously was useless and most especially with technology within his fingertips. He had narrowly skidded by with his little show at the stop light...
“What the hell are you and personally I would’ve left you if we were switched man.” A complete lie but Warren could not fight the aggressive wall he had created. Hard not to when you lived in the political household of the Creed family. The thought of the lowlifes caused a glare before questioning his guest. “What’s your name so I don’t have to keep calling you dude all the time.”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2013 21:51:30 GMT -5
"I'm the devil's bitch." He said bluntly as if Warren had just seriously pissed him off, which he hadn't Luis was just touchy on the subject. "I'm Luis." He replied to warren still slightly agitated. Luis turned his back to start walking off but stopped and turned his head, "I take it you're not the snitching type are you?" Luis asked with the hint of a threat in his voice.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2013 6:05:50 GMT -5
“Ookay...?” Warren drew away, taken aback by Luis’ sudden antagonistic attitude towards someone he just risked his cover for not moments ago. The devil’s bitch huh? That doesn’t remind me of anything. Warren hissed scornfully recalling his grandfather and what many would consider a fanatic cult for a psychotic old geezer who’s head went so far up his ass he could chew his food again. He despised Matthias Creed for he’d destroyed many lives, many from his own bloodline. Warren’s own father was a victim to the convoluted man’s onslaught however the young hacker had always been kept in the dark on what changed his father. The gamer recalled that evening when his patriarch had been pulled aside during a family meal; his father returned disturbed and flushed of color. Warren pondered for years what had transpired in the mansion basement but most of the head members came out pale as a sheet as well as silent as if afraid to utter a word.
Warren folded his arms, insulted. “Even if I was, who would fuckin’ believe me.” He paused but did not allow the vague answer to hover long in fear of loosing hide life to the monstrous male. “As long as you don’t snitch me, I won’t to you Luis.” He emphasized his company’s title before continuing again. “So that’s it? You risk your life on me then just scram?”
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