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Post by Guillotine on Aug 20, 2013 20:06:17 GMT -5
It took some time, but finally the human opened the door. A large sharp toothed grin quickly appeared onto Guillotine’s face as he got a good look at his new meal. This male was a lot smaller than him, which was good. It would make killing him easier. Gil eyed Peter for a moment before he replied. “It’s a pleasure to eat you-er I mean meet you…”
Guillotine watched, amused, as the young human took a step back. Gil didn’t waste any time. He strolled into the room as If he owned the place. Guillotine’s forest green eye looked around the room with interest, while his other 'eye' remained closed. It was a relatively small place; the perfect location to stage a kill. There weren’t a lot of places for this human to hide. Well, even if he did decide to bail Gil could track him down in mere minutes thanks to that sensitive nose of his. After giving the room a look over Guillotine’s eyes looked down at his company. This was going to be too easy.
“This is a nice place you got here Peter. Too bad this little home of yours will turn out to be your coffin.” Guillotine lifted his leg, kicking the door closed behind him. A loud boisterous chuckle then rumbled his chest. “I apologies little human, I haven’t been at all honest with you.” The hellhound allowed his tone to sink back to its usual dark tempo. The male strolled over to the smaller human and began to circle around him like a predator that had cornered its prey. Guilltoine liked what he saw. This human had a far amount of meat on his bones. After licking his lips Gil spoke. “You see I’m not here to check on you. I came to kill you.” Guillotine was being rather blunt, but who could blame the hound, he was starving. Gil took a moment to let his words sink in. What would this human do? Would he run and give the hellhound the 'thrill of the chance' or will he just stand there? Only time will tell.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2013 20:14:16 GMT -5
"It's....a pleasure to meet you as well..." Peter said once Guillotine had entered.
That grin......great. He was gonna regret allowing him in here for sure. Watching the man, he would admit. He wasn't expecting this to happen. As soon as Guillotine slammed the door shut, Peter took a few more steps back. Only to be circled by the stranger.
"You seem to be nothing but talk, no bite." Peter said as Guillotine circled him.
Peter did his best to keep his sight on Guillotine. True it was hard due to being half blind. But, no one was able to tell by just a single glance that he was half blind. He spent so much time and effort into creating the illusion of having his full sight as a child. When Guillotine made a move, he would try his best to avoid it. Only time would tell what would happen.
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Post by Guillotine on Aug 20, 2013 21:38:10 GMT -5
Guillotine stopped in mind step as the human spoke. His words caused the hellhound’s temper to flare up. “What did you say you little runt?” Guillotine growled as he balled his hands up into fists. This human was oblivious to the danger that he was in. Perhaps he thought Gil was a human? The hellhound flashed a glance at the smaller man. “You think I’m all talk and no bite, eh?” A low cackle streamed from his lips.” Clearly, you have no idea what you’re up against.”
“Shall I show you just how hard I bite, Runt.” Guillotine’s body began to heat up. Steam rose from his flesh before his body erupted into a tower of flames. The fiery hot inferno licked the ceiling. Air around the pillar of fire began to twist and warp due to the intense heat. Finally, after a second the flames dispersed leaving a large hellish beast standing in the human Guillotine’s place. The beast shook some remaining embers from its scaly pelt and released a low growl. Would the human still have the moxie to talk down to him? Gil’s pointed Doberman like ears faced forward while his tail stood erect against his back side. Soon, another demonic chuckle crept from his bulky frame. Muscles began to tensed under scaly flesh. “Prepare to die, Mortal!” With that Guillotine used his powerful legs to launch him forward. Guillotine opened his powerful jaws, revealing rows of razor sharp teeth. If Peter didn’t move, he would get a face full of fangs.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2013 21:45:19 GMT -5
"All talk, no bite." Peter repeated as he watched Guillotine be over taken by rage.
Peter had a serious stare as he watched the hellhound take on his real form. Since he had himself ready and he saw the lunge coming. Peter jumped to the side and was able to avoid the fangs. No doubt Guillotine would either just ram into the wall or come to a stop without slamming into something.
Landing on his feet, Peter now stood right in front of the desk. He opened the draw quickly and took out the hand gun. He knew it might not do much against the hound, but it was better than nothing. However, he wouldn't waste time randomly firing at the beast. Once he held the gun in hand, he took off toward the door.
True, it would be stupid to try and face this thing alone. That and it would be an insane idea. If he could get to the door before Guillotine came at him again, he would open it and take off down the hall. Gabe was most likely still around wasn't here? No. The fellow Agent was most likely back in his room in peace.
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Post by Guillotine on Aug 22, 2013 16:36:43 GMT -5
Did this little human have a death wish? It appeared so.
Guillotine didn’t know whether this human was just brave or very stupid for talking down to him. The hellhound had already mentioned that he was going to kill Peter, and yet he seemed to stand there unfazed by his dark words. As interesting as this all was Gil couldn’t help but to wonder what was going on in that skull of his. Then again, could he really be so surprised by this? Gil was dealing with a PIDA agent after all. Who knows what horrors this little human had already went through while working for the company? For all Guillotine knew this Peter fellow could be an ex-assassin, though it seemed unlikely. Perhaps Gil was fucking around with the wrong human?
After his transformation Guillotine made the mistake of blindly charging the human. He didn’t think twice about doing this. The male’s instinct drove the male to put every muscle into this one jump. Perhaps that wasn’t the greatest idea. Peter dove out of the way just as Guillotine’s jaws clamped down. Instead of getting the delicious taste of flesh Gil got a mouthful of air. This wasn’t what Gil expected. This human seemed so weak, so pitiful and yet he managed to dodge his fist attack. The beast roared in anger just as he slammed head first into the wall.
Guillotine had put so much power into that one attack that he couldn't stop. After crashing into the wall the large beast shook himself before stumbled onto his paws. He managed to recover quickly thanks to his scaly, armor-like flesh. Guillotine could get knocked around quite a bit. But even Gil had his limits. With a loud snort Gil’s beady blood red eyes glanced over at Peter. Those blood red orbs of his were filled to the brim with anger and hatred. Guillotine wanted this human dead for more than one reason now. The brave human had managed to piss him off. Gil seemed obvious to Peter’s gun. He didn’t see the human run to his desk and grab it. However he did see the little man make a break for the door. Guillotine couldn’t allow this human to escape. If he did this hunt would have been for nothing.
With a loud earth trembling roar Guillotine rushed towards Peter. All the while he began to taunt the human. “Heh, Where do you think you are going, Runt?! I’m not finished with you just yet!” With only a foot separating the two Guillotines raised his claw into the air. His long claws were brought down onto the human’s side. His claws, poised like the talons of a hawk cut into the human’s shirt and dug into the flesh underneath. If Guillotine could get the human on the ground then this fight would be over.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2013 16:56:18 GMT -5
Okay, it was foolish to think he could get to the door first. Peter gritted his teeth and muffled a scream as he felt the claws go in his side. That made him wince, however, he wasn't going to fall just yet. Taking several steps back quickly despite his bleeding side. Peter aimed the gun at Guilotine's right hind leg and fired. He wasn't sure if the bullet would penetrate the scaly hide.
Despite the pain, Peter kept a serious stare. True, pain was showing in his expression but his serious stare was still there. His right eye seemed to have a great deal of that serious stare but it also showed determination. Peter kept his teeth gritted as he stood there, he couldn't get out with Guillotine in front of the door.
"COME ON!!!" Peter yelled as loud as he could at the beast. "YOU CAN'T KILL A RUNT WITH ONE HIT?!!! ALL TALK AND NO BITE!!!"
Peter's voice was stern and serious along with how loud it was now. Since his scream from his nightmare had brought Gabe to his room. Maybe his yelling would. It was worth a try, besides. The sound of the gun going off would just make one more suspicious, since this wasn't the training area. Course...he needed someone to come fast. He had claw marks down his side that were bleeding, and he was sure that wasn't the last of the injuries he'd receive before someone came.
"ALL TALK AND NO BITE YOU OVER GROWN SCALE BALL!!!!" Peter yelled again as fired once more, aiming at the same spot he aimed for earlier.
Please hit. Please don't just bounce off. Go through. Peter hoped in his head as he kept his stare.
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Post by Guillotine on Aug 22, 2013 19:01:32 GMT -5
It wouldn’t take long for Guillotine to catch the smell of blood. The hound’s eyes nearly rolled back in pleasure as the pleasing aroma streamed into his nose. Saliva glands sparked to life after his nose met with the desirable smell. Tiny streams of the sticky wet liquid dripped from the hellhound’s jaws as he stood there. Guillotine licked some of the drool from his lips as he glared forward at Peter. Murderous thoughts began to swarm within that thick head of his. Oh, the things he would do to this kid. If only he wasn’t in such a hurry would have tortured this poor soul until he begged for death! But alas, Guillotine didn’t have time to play with his food. He needed to end Peter, and fast.
But first a quick taste of blood…
Guillotine lifted his paw up to just maw and began to eagerly lap the warm crimson from his claws. A burst of ecstasy rushed through the large beast’s frame as the taste of blood hit his tongue. It had been so long since he’d eaten a human. Just tasting one’s blood sparked memories of his past experiences. Ah yes, he could remember being the creature people feared. Humans would flee at the sight of him! Back then he got respect for what he was, but now, he was the PIDA’s lap dog. Some pet the organization thought they could tame. Oh, how wrong they were. Once Guillotine gained the sweet taste of blood he was certain he didn’t want to do without it ever again.
After getting a taste of Peter’s blood the beast yearned for more. After lowering his paw to the ground Guillotine turned his attention back to Peter. To his surprised the human remained standing. Gil’s pointed ears pulled back against his skull and he bearded his fangs as the small human spoke. Peter appeared to be in pain that was certain, but yet, he wasn’t going to let the pain of his injuries get in the way of this battle. This human was tough. Guillotine had to give him props for that. Suppose there was more to this boy than he previously thought? Peter had something a lot of humans he ran into didn’t have; this male had a very strong will to live.
Despite this new found respect for his quarry, Guillotine would still attempt to take this young man’s life. Peter was his prey after all. He could give his respects when the man was dead and in his stomach. Guillotine was about to act when Peter pulled out his handgun. His blood red eyes widened in surprise. The hellhound’s muscles locked up for a brief moment, this was out of fear. Gil didn’t like guns. Not in the least. Not only were they loud, but they had cause him numerous injuries in the past. Worst of all, It was because of a gun that he got captured in the first place. Naturally, Guillotine flinched when the trigger was pulled. The loud noise and the pain caused him to yelp. The bullet had hit him in the dead center of his weak knee. The force of the bullet managed to knock away several scales as well as knock the joint itself out of place. Luckily for Peter, the scales on Guillotine’s legs and underbelly were weak, while the scales on his upper half were tough and made for combat.
Even an armored beast like Gil had his Achilles kneel.
Guillotine roared in pain when the blow was struck. His back leg immediately went limp due the damaged tendons. With one of his legs out of commission Guillotine couldn’t make the same fast movements as he had done before. Instead he would have to pray he wouldn’t get hit with another bullet and make the most of this situation. When the human began yelling Gil snarled. The pain of his injures wasn’t all that bothered him. He would have to shut this brat up if he didn’t want to get caught. Not only was the kid loud, but Gil had been quite noisy as well when the bullet connected with his knee. “You little b*tch! I'll fucking kill you!” Gil barked as he rushed forward as fast as his three legs could take him. For the time being he was running off of adrenaline.
It appeared that Guillotine prayers had went unanswered. Peter fired another round into Guillotine’s leg, this time ripping and tearing through the tendons of his knee and pieced through the thick muscle on his leg. Still the beast charged. Limping heavily as he did so Guillotine opened is jaws, and closed them around Peter’s arm. His pain in his knee nearly caused him to let go. From there he attempted to pull the human to the ground The quicker he finished this human, the quicker he could lick his painful wounds.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2013 19:15:51 GMT -5
"TRY IT SCALE BALL!!!!" Peter yelled as Guillotine spoke at last.
Despite both bullets hitting the beast in the leg, it still came at him. Well, it seemed the beast really wanted him dead. Peter moved the arm he had the gun in and moved a bit in a side way motion. This caused Guillotine's fangs to end up going into the area between Peter's shoulder and his neck instead of his arm. Peter gritted his teeth harder as pain ran though him faster.
Due to where Peter was being held, he was brought down to the ground despite his efforts to remain standing. Slamming down, Peter winced. Raising the gun, he tried to place it by Guillotine's ear and once there he would fire it. This would cause the hound to go deaf in that ear and hear only a ringing sound for quite some time.
If this worked, it would cause Guillotine to let go long enough for Peter to get up. Once he was up, he would then fire the gun at the beast's wounded leg hoping that would hit as well. It seemed that this was the best option. If that worked as well, he would leave the room and close the door behind him. Only, if those things worked.
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Post by Guillotine on Aug 23, 2013 18:28:48 GMT -5
To Guillotine’s delight he managed to snatch the human by the crook of his neck. Gil’s fangs slid through Peter’s flesh like a hot knife through butter. This was a lucky break; one that Guillotine didn’t see coming. A muffled laugh surged from Gil’s jaws. He knew this fight would be over in a matter of seconds now that he finally got his fangs around this human. There wasn’t a single human alive that could escape his powerful jaws. Once Gil got his fangs around a human’s neck it was over. Countless people have attempted to escape Gil’s death grip the past and all died trying. If Gil didn’t crush their necks, he would simply allow them to bleed out, kicking and screaming until every ounce of blood dripped from their bodies. Would Peter suffer the same fate as Guillotine’s past quarry?
Luck seemed to be on the hungry hellhound’s side. He’d managed to get his fang into his prey, now was the moment he had been waiting for. Gil’s bony tail wagged with sheer excitement as he slammed the smaller human into the ground. The beast then tightened his grip, allowing Peter’s blood to rush into his waiting jaws. If the smell of blood wasn’t enough to make the hellish beast go mad then just the taste of his human’s crimson would. It took everything Guillotine had not to finish him off then and there.
Gil wouldn’t kill Peter just yet, no; he wanted to make the little human to suffer. Oh, how Gil wished Peter would beg for mercy. Hearing the screams of his quarry was just the thing that got his murderous juices flowing. The beast’s muscular frame tensed as blood lust began to take over. A low growl crept from Gil as he began to shake Peter like a rag doll. This was all a game to Gil. Peter’s life meant nothing to him. Peter was just another sheep that had strayed from the flock. Gil enjoyed the suffering of others, especially when the brutal blow was caused by his hand. Gil was a hellhound after all, a brute of the underworld. A lack of empathy came along with being a beast of hell.
A nasty mixture of blood and saliva dripped from the hellhound’s hungry jaws. He was enjoying his new chew toy. If only the damn boy would beg for mercy already. “Haha! Scream my name you little b*tch!” Guillotine barked, though his words where muffled. The male was beginning to lose it. He continued to shake the life from Peter. A deep rumbling chuckle shook Guillotine’s chest. This was all too perfect! Just one bite and Gil would end him. The hellhound had enough power in his jaws to crush a human skill. Peter’s neck would easily snap like a twig under the tremendous pressure of Gil’s fangs. Before Guillotine could initiate the final blow something unexpected happened.
Peter was full of surprises.
The human managed to lift his arm, and fire a shot next to Guillotine’s ear. The sounds itself rattled his ear drums. The hound couldn’t believe the pain he was in. If his destroyed knee wasn’t bad enough, now he felt a loud painful ringing in his ear. Guillotine’s jaws released Peter as he reared up onto his back legs. With Gil’s right leg out of commission he began to stumble and fall onto the blood soaked floor. Guillotine lay there for a moment his head was spinning. What did the human do to him? Suddenly, the human fired another shot at him. This time the bullet managed to pass through the tattered muscle in Guillotine’s leg. The male could feel the flesh tearing from the bone. A loud pain filled roar shook the ground. Gil thrashed around in agony. The crafty human managed to overcome his brush with death.
With a low groan Guillotine attempted to pull himself up. The male was in a great deal of pain, but he wasn’t finished just yet. “You…” He managed to grumble out. His tone was weak. Guillotine stumbled and fell. He tried to get up yet again, only to have his front paws slip on the puddle of blood that lay under him. Guillotine stumbled around while attempting to drag his lame leg behind him.“I’ll kill you!”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2013 18:43:14 GMT -5
Peter slammed the door shut behind him. He gasped for air as he stood there. Hearing the hell hound's words, he took a few more deep breaths. His strength was leaving him due to all the blood he was losing and the pain he was in. Didn't someone hear his yelling? Or his gun going off? Taking a few more breaths, he took off away from the door of the room. Only going down the hall a little bit.
He soon stopped and turned around. He was facing the door that had scarlet and crimson blood on it. A trail of the deep red colors followed him. He took several more deep breaths as he stood there. His serious and determined expression was still there. But no there was something else. Rage. His rage was mixing with his desire to stay alive. True, he hated the fact that he survived the crash and his parents didn't. But he wasn't going to disappoint them by being a coward and taking death. He took one more deep breath, praying in his head that someone would come.
"COME ON!!!!" Peter yelled as loud as he could still, trying hard through the pain and blood loss. "COME GET YOUR PRIZE GUILLOTINE!!!! COME FACE A RUNT THAT MANAGED TO SURVIVE AGAINST YOU!!!!!"
Peter stared at the door, but sadly his half vision blurred. Too much blood less to stay conscious. Taking a staggered side step. Peter fell to his knees and then onto his right side. He gasped for air as he laid there, keeping his eye on the door until everything went black. He was still alive, but if help didn't come soon. He'd just be added to the hell hound's killed list.
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Post by Guillotine on Aug 23, 2013 19:09:38 GMT -5
What immured from the room wasn’t the hellish beast Peter had seen before. When the door opened a tall, bloodied, pale man limped heavily across the thresh hold. While in the room, Guillotine shifted back into human form. The reason for this was unclear. Suppose the male feared his much larger form would bleed out quicker? Perhaps he just wanted to open the door. Hellhound claws weren’t made to do such things. For whatever reason, Gil stood there in the doorway. The look of sheer agony could be seen on his face. His body had taken quite a few blows from this brave human. Even now, he didn’t regret his decision to kill this man. This could possibly be due to his utter stupidity, or the fact that Guillotine enjoyed a good fight. The hellhound was a glutton for pain.
Guillotine’s pale hands tightly gripped the door frame as he dragged his limp, mangled leg behind him. His blood red eyes glared forward at Peter. He gave the smaller male an intense glare before he winced in pain. A tiny stream of blood seeped from his left ear. It appeared that the gun did more than just distract the hellhound, it managed to temporarily deafen him. With a low growl Gil limped forward. Peter's words didn't go unheard. Though one of Gil's ears were out, the other was working just fine. Gil wanted to make this human pay for what he did! Guillotine's bloody, trembling hand extended out to Peter. He tried to grab the young human, but fell short. Guillotine’s vision began to blur before his eyes rolled back and he fell face first onto the ground. Oh, if only he could see himself now. There he lay passed out in the middle of a fight.
How pitiful.
(( D: Sorry for the blah post))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2013 19:34:55 GMT -5
Izzy could hear several faint echos from where she was, one voice sounded strangely familiar to her. Izzy could also hear several faint gunshots, the one thing running through her head was what is going on? She took off at a run and hears the yells getting louder as she went toward there origin. She runs around the last corner and finds both Peter and Guillotine passed out on the ground. "What happened here?" she asks in an astonished voice as she stairs at the agent and prisoner passed out on the ground. Sighing Izzy drags the two to her car the smell of blood killing her nose in the process. Dose it have to smell so bad? she asks herself when she gets in her car and starts off, hoping to get to the hospital without incident.
Getting to the hospital in what seemed to take forever to Izzy she drags both the prisoner and agent in calling for help as she goes. Finally getting through the door with both of them she finally gets help.
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Post by Akeelah on Sept 21, 2013 12:19:21 GMT -5
Let the mods close the thread next time, kthx ^^
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