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Post by Guillotine on Jan 21, 2013 22:36:58 GMT -5
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Humans, they were such pathetic creatures. It was early in the morning when Guillotine first arrived at the New Orlands high school. He had been to the school before, but only on one occasion. This tall, pale man didn't go to the school of course, he was here for other reasons. Gil was well aware that a large number of prey resided here at the school. Hell, they seemed to flood to the damn place just about every day. Guillotine had been to the other schools, and scouted out their perimeters until he memorized its layout. This school wasn't different from any other, it had its main building, its cafeteria and so on. The only thing the hellhound would have to do now was wait for the delicious kids to arrive. The hungry hound knew he had to be careful now that he was wanted by the PIDA. If word got out that he was targeting schools he was sure the PIDA would get others involved.
Soon, Guillotine began to scout the area as he waited like a predator seeking out its prey. The beast kept his distance from the school grounds and stood in the woods nearby. Guillotine wasn’t as stupid as he seemed, today he was playing it smart. Gil knew a couple of students trekked threw the brush filled wilderness as a short cut to school. This would be the perfect opportunity to get a meal, and not get caught. Guillotine was praying upon the children’s fears, and offering them a simple solution to their premature problems (humans seemed to have a lot of them). Of course, he didn’t mention the horrible method that would be using to deliver the children to their new salvation. This kind of work called for patents. He would have to sit and wait it out. Unfortunately, patents was something the temperamental hellhound had very little of. It was a pain to just talk to the teens before letting them go on their way. Oh how he wanted to dig into their flesh, and tear them apart. His plan would be ruined if he had. Well, if he played his cards right the kids would return with a few more friends. He could only hope. Word quickly spread through the halls. But at the end of the day only one student heeded the hellhound’s call. One lonely girl managed to skip class and made her way through the woods near the school. The black haired teen walked along the forest trail. Her soft brown eyes scanned the area, searching desperately for the man she saw only hours before. As she walked Guillotine’s voice continued to echo through her head. The hellhound had promised the children drugs. Sedatives that could sooth their depressing lives, and make all their sorrows disappear. This one foolish mortal had taken the man’s advice, and was now looking for him. After a minute or two, she came across the lone hellhound. Guillotine stood there, leaning up against a tree while he was enjoying a cigarette. After taking a quick drag he let the smoke bellow out of his mouth. All the while his sharp forest green orbs locked onto the girl. He eyed her for a moment, looking the teen up and down, before he spoke. “It’s about time someone showed up.” He snarled, his finger flicked the cigarette aside. The girl remained silent as she watched the much taller man with unsure eyes. Gil cocked his head as He strolled up to the young female and placed his hand on her shoulder. The beast then looked around. She didn’t seem to bring anyone else with her. Gil signed. So she was the only one, eh? Well, it’s better than nothing. At lease this female had a bit of meat on her bones. “I guess you will have to do…” Gil sneered as the girl attempted to take a step back. Confusion seemed to flicker in those brown eyes of hers as Guillotine’s glare grew more intense. A sense of fear began to envelop the child. At this point Gil could feel it in his bones. Fear, ah yes, seeing fear in the young girl was just the thing that got Gil’s adrenaline pumping. It only took a second for Gil to shift and snatch the girl the up in his powerful jaws. His fangs managed to dig into the girl’s abdomen as he lifted her up. Guillotine was savoring every minute of this. The sweet taste of blood filled his maw as he continued to shake the teen. Her body seemed unable to fight Guillotine’s powerful jaws as he swung her around like a rag doll. A horse scream managed to make its way out of the female’s throat. Gil quickly silenced her as he swung her body into a nearby tree. The sound of cracking rubs was oh so satisfying to the hungry beast. It only seemed to feed Gil’s prey drive. Little by little the female’s exposed flesh began to tear. The young girl was shaken like a baby lamb that’s been caught in the jaws of a hungry wolf. The only thing that could possibly make this any better is if the girl actually put up a fight. Perhaps that was too much to ask from a mere mortal. Guillotine's pupils began to slowly fade as blood lust consumed his body. The male's vision began to get hazy before obtaining a red hew. His eyes then narrowed as he clutched tighter onto this girl. The adrenaline, the rush of the kill was now pumping threw his veins. He felt so strong! So powerful now that he was taking the life of a weak human. Soon he'd be able to feast of the spoils of his little hunt. Perhaps he was having a little too much fun…
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Post by Special Agent Cox on Jan 22, 2013 16:58:08 GMT -5
"This is a horrible idea." John spoke out as he and his partner moved through the small track of woods by the local high school. Jesse sighed and kept moving, keeping his eyes glued to the ground for any signs of others that have traveled down the same way they were now. "I don' see you coming up with any better ideas." Despite the older man's easy going nature he was starting to get a little annoyed with his friend. John had been complaining about what they were doing the all day. But Jesse couldn't really blame him though, even he felt like what he was doing now was farfetched, and the longer they went on without any results the more he began to realize that.
"Explain to me Jesse, how is it a good idea to go running around in all the forest parts of the city, trying to look for paw prints just to track down some suspects that we only think may still be living here, when we don't even know how to identify wild animals based on prints to begin with!" Jesse turned to look at his friend, his gaze meeting an equally frustrated gaze as his own. Yeah, John was right this was not one of Jesse's greatest ideas. He would admit as much. But the needed to do something. The murder case that his team had been working on was still very active and they didn't have much leads still.
The only break in the case they had at all had been over a few weeks ago when Jesse spoke with the magical egyptian prince guy. The man had nearly risked losing his job just to find out a little info on the victim of the case, who happened to be working for the prince at the time. The man never dreamed that he would find out that one of the suspects worked in the same building that she did, nor did he think that the man he wanted to question would lead them on the right path to catching him.
As sweet as that victory had been Jesse was still left with a problem. The while the hellhound that he had met was in a foreign country, being chased down by other agents, the other suspects were still at large. Raffe and Akeelah had completely disappeared off the face of the earth after the murder and hadn't been seen since. The one possible lead that the group had on the girl had turned out to be a dead end, and there were still no signs of the wolf shifter either. Little did the man know that his best friend and their other partner were hiding the girl from him.
Jesse wanted to find the other two, and he wanted to do so badly. But it wasn't easy without leads. That's why he had come out here. Sure it was a far stretch to think that he could get anywhere like this but it was something. The man sighed again. It wasn't like him to get so worked up over this, but he wanted answers so badly. There was no way to get behind the real story behind this case without finding everyone involved, but was he going about it all wrong? "John, I know this is frustrating. Believe me, I am just about as happy over this as you are, but we are getting no where with this thing. And its because we have no leads." he began. "We need to find the other two now that we know where the hellhound is. And since the last two are shapeshifters it would make sense that they might have wandered around in the woods in their animal forms once in awhile. So maybe, just maybe we might notice something that tells us that they are still around."
"I know that its a bit of a stretch, but wandering around like an idiot was how me and Toby found that hellhound dude, so maybe we will be lucky enough to find one of the other people like this. Can't you just humor me?" silence fell, but Jesse could tell from the look in his friends eyes that his anger was dying a bit, which made the man grin. "Tell you what if we don't anything today I'll take you and the rest of the guys to a bar and you can all get wasted on my expense...deal?"
"Fine, fine, have it your way then."
"Thank you." the man beamed. The duo went back to work, looking around for any possible clues when they heard the scream. Jesse and John stopped in their tracks, the looked at each other for a moment before pulling out their guns.
"I guess you were onto something after all agent Cox." Fully armed and prepared for a fight the two men ran towards the cries but by the time the found the screamer it was too late. They watched in horror as the large hell beast shook the dead girl's body in his massive jaws. Horror gave way to anger for Jesse. "You!" There was no mistaking it, this thing was the same creature that he had fought out in the streets before. Why Gil was here and not out in europe like he was told was beyond him, but for now he knew what he had to do. Jesse aimed his gun and fired at the creature, hoping if he didn't just kill the bastard out right that he would at least injury him badly enough to capture him.
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Post by Guillotine on Jan 22, 2013 20:42:10 GMT -5
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A satisfied grin creased the large beast’s maw as a river of crimson streamed down his gullet. He clutched his prey and dug his fangs deeper into her flesh. Soon he would get after those organs of hers, but first he would enjoy a little drink. The large beast lifted the girl up. He held her high so her tasty juices could flow into his mouth, and down his throat. Tiny streams of crimson ran down the beast’s face, and dripped off into small puddles on the ground. It was a messy job, but Gil didn’t seem to care. This hunt had been easy, perhaps a little too easy. The brat was already dead. A low grumbled streamed from Gil’s maw. His sick smile began to fade as he realized this. The little bitch didn’t put up a single struggle. As soon as Gil got his jaws around her waist it was all over. Perhaps this was why he preferred the actual hunting method as opposed to a well thought out plan. A fast kill like this was boring, Gil needed some excitement! A little chase, a little struggle that was what got the predatory juices flowing! Despite being so close to the school the large beast wanted to hear her scream for help, and actually put up a fight. This was the downs side to hunting mortal pups. They were so weak and helpless, any kind of rough play would kill them. Perhaps they were only good for a small snack. Needless to say, this little runt wasn’t going to fill Guillotine up.
The beast was going to kill again. He had to if he wanted to satisfy his monstrous appetite. This time, he was going to wait until after school. Maybe then he could take out two children, or maybe even three. Just the thought of tearing into more humans caused Gil’s saliva glands to over flow. A large amount of saliva poured from the beast’s maw and dripped off onto the gound. He could always use this dead girl to lure them into a trap. Guillotine thought about this, but quickly discarded the idea. He wished to do this the old fashion way, just because it would be a little more fun. Chase and eat, that was the plan! The beast finally lowered his head but still kept the girl’s lifeless body clutched between his powerful jaws. Her crimson continued to drip from her body like a leaky faucet. The smell of fresh carrion carried with the wind, its scent began to attract crows. The small black birds roosted in the trees above the young hellhound. This was nothing unusual of course. It seemed that the flock always seemed to follow Gil whenever he went on hunts. The large beast didn’t mind them. After all, they always cleaned up his messes. What was the harm in that? Gil welcomed the flock with open paws. He wasn’t afraid to put his paw down with the crafty birds, they would have to wait until he was done eating before they could swop in for a bite. Guillotine had a mutual relationship with these flying creatures. What more could a predator ask for? Guillotine still had a long while before school was out. Perhaps he could have a little fun with the corpse until then. Guillotine would reap the spoils of his little hunt, and taste victory! But first, a little play time. Oh, the beast just loved to play with his food. Yet another sick grin creased Guillotine’s maw as he began to shake the frail woman once more. This time a limb or two tore away from her body as he began to slam her into the ground. Things seemed to be looking up for the most part that is until a familiar voice rang through Guillotine’s ears. The crows began to go crazy. Their loud caws filled the cool midday air. Before Guillotine could make a move, that oh too familiar noise cracked the air around him. The sound itself seemed to shatter the air to pieces. A sharp pain soon followed. Guillotine winced and dropped the bloodied corpse as a loud roar surged from his throat. One bullet managed to bury itself deep into the hard tissue in the side of Guillotine’s neck. The beast had to thank his lucky stars that his skin was tough, or else it would have easily punched a vital organ. Guillotine painfully shook his head from side to side as his beady crimson eye glared at the two men. Both Blood and saliva dripped from his maw as he bared his blood soaked fangs. He eyed the duo for a brief moment, but time after time his angry eye would fall upon Jesse. The beast strained as he straitened his posture, he wasn’t about to show weakness in front of these two. He knew who they worked for. It seemed that he had at least been found. The beasts pointed Doberman like ears cocked forward as he began to speak. “Ah yes, I remember you…” Guillotine snarled as he stood protectively over the child’s lifeless corpse. His snarl slowly morphed into a sick grin. ”You’re one of the PIDA’s little lap dogs aren’t you chubby?” A low chuckle rumbled the beast’s chest. Gil’s inner bully seemed to be out in full today. Guillotine’s chuckle soon evolved into a sick laugh as his beady eye looked to the other man. He too was holding a gun. “How pathetic…” The beast’s chuckles continued to ring out through the forest. This was one of his little tricks. He just loved to put down his enemies before a fight. It would only make victory so much sweeter. Guillotine lowered his head and lifted the young woman’s bloodied body off the ground. He clutched her by her stomach. Oh if only she were alive, then maybe he could have a hostage. Too bad, he would have to make do with what he had. Guillotine grew silent as he swung his head to the side and tossed the young woman at the two agents. The beast’s fangs ripped open the woman’s stomach as he did so. Her bodily organs slid out of her body, and were headed towards the agents. This was a distraction. While the two were occupied Guillotine readied himself before he allowed his anger to propel him forward. The large beast’s claws kicked up dirt and rock as he bolted towards the two men. Once he was close enough he used his powerful back legs to launch himself into the air. He was aiming to take out Jesse first. He readied himself for the impact, with fangs bared and claws poised.
There was no way in hell he was about to go back to the PIDA. He wouldn’t let these bastards lock him away in a cage like the others had. Too bad the crows wouldn’t be much help in this fight. It was a cruel reality, but both beings knew of this. The only one he could think of counting on would be Nyx. That is if she wanted to help him this time. Well, it looked like he was going to take these bastards alone. This time failure wasn’t an option!
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Post by Special Agent Cox on Jan 22, 2013 22:31:14 GMT -5
There were no words that could possibly describe how Jesse felt seeing that bloody hellhound again with another corpse in his jaws. That poor child wasn’t the first person he saw killed by that fiend, he saw a younger boy ripped to shreds right before his eyes and he had been powerless to do anything about it, just as he was powerless to do anything now. They had come too late, that girl was dead. It wouldn’t matter if he killed Guillotine now, she would still be dead, just like all the others he saw the hound kill at their first encounter. It was amazing that Jesse wasn’t shitting himself over having to face this creature again. Truth be told he was scared of what the hellhound could do to him if he got a hold of him, but his anger was stronger. Oh how he wished he could do a lot more than just shoot at this scumbag right now. He knew he could do a lot worse to him than this. If luck was on his side he could easily mimic the monster’s shifting abilities and tear him a new asshole. But he wouldn’t risk running up to him and trying to maul him yet. It wouldn’t be the smartest thing in the world to do, and he had is friend to worry about. Shooting would have to do. Luckily the bullets found their mark. The hound still lived, but he managed to get the thing in the neck. “Take a bullet to the neck you monster!” he shouted. But to his and his partner’s surprise it didn’t seem to faze the creature much. Jesse heard John curse as they both realized that they came to this fight less prepared than they thought they had. How big of an idiot was he that he didn’t think about just how thick this thing’s hide was? Those scales obviously weren’t there for decoration; they were hard enough to make it harder for anyone to seriously harm the hellhound. If they wanted to do any real harm they would need better guns than mere hand guns. But neither man thought to bring them. After all they were only out here to find two shapeshifters, they never dreamed that they would stumble upon Guillotine out here. Why was Guillotine here in the first place? It hadn’t been that long ago that Jesse caught word that the fiend was out of the country. He was told that the hellhound had fled after discovering that he was wanted and there was no indication that the male would be returning any time soon. He hoped that this was just some kind of mix up, or stroke of bad luck. He didn’t want to think that Akhtar had lied to him this whole time. He’d have to get to the bottom of this later…hopefully. The large beast glared at the two men before speaking to him. If looks could kill then Guillotine would’ve been dead three times over by now. If it wasn’t bad enough that this thing killed an innocent child, but now he was taunting him? Oh hell no! The man opened his mouth to speak but his partner beat him to it. “No, what’s pathetic is what you are doing.” John chimmed in, sneering at the hell beast. “Were poor defenseless women too much for you to handle that you have to run around eating school children?” Jesse spared a quick glance at his partner, giving his buddy a little smirk over the comment. The man took the words right out of his mouth. Sadly the man didn’t have much of a chance to pipe in when Guillotine sent the corpse flying towards them. The men swore again as they tried to dodge the bits and pieces of dead girl, but they were fast enough. Bits of gore and blood fell on the men. The horror was just the distraction the hellhound needed to make his move. John caught sight of the hound’s true intentions faster than Jesse did. John called out to him, just in time for Jesse to catch the hellhound in mid leap. Jesse had to act fast. The man tapped into his powers as he prepared for the hound’s assault. Please be good, please be good the man thought. Jesse could feel a strange tingling sensation go through his head just before the beast slammed into him. The man screamed and tried to strike the creature with his free arm, expecting to see a paw slamming into the bastard’s face but only to find nothing. He hadn’t noticed that the only thing that changed was his hair colour. John acted as fast as he could. Ignoring the blood covered mess he was in he aimed his gun at the hound and fired. But he knew it wasn’t going to be enough to get the mad beast off of his friend. He needed to do something more, but what? John couldn’t just run up and try to pry the damn thing off. The best he could do was hope that Jesse could use his powers to save himself. But what if he couldn’t? Jesse’s powers were unpredictable at best. If he failed to transform like Gil did then he was a goner. John didn’t have anything else on him besides his gun and his own powers. Wait…his powers…would they work here? It wasn’t much but he had to try. John took a deep breath to try to calm himself, focusing all his attention on the hound as he started to sing the first song that came to his head. “There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea. You became the light on the dark side of me…” His voice shook a little at the start, but even this he knew from experience could still have some affect once he focused his powers enough. Hopefully it would give Jesse enough time to save himself. (( Click for the song if you don't know it already XDDDD.....don't ask me why I picked this one <.<))
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Post by Guillotine on Jan 22, 2013 23:32:12 GMT -5
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A loud devilish laugh surged from Guillotine’s throat as he slammed into Jesse with the force of a wrecking ball. The large beast could hear the male topple over into the ground with a thud. Oh how satisfying this was. There Guillotine stood, towering over the PIDA agent like the predator that he was. He looked down at the man with lustful eyes. The beast licked his lips with satisfaction. This was going to be fun! Tearing into this male would be a dream come true, Gil couldn’t wait. His fangs were dripping with saliva and blood as he stood over Jesse. His taste buds had already been brought to life, now they craved the sweet taste of blood once more. What was he waiting for!? It was time to dig in! Guillotine opened his powerful jaws and clamped onto Jesse’s arm as the mortal attempted to hit him. The poor human attempted to fight back, but his efforts were in vain. Guillotine watched as the male’s hair changed. This had to be some kind of joke. The agent’s hair changed to a raven black color like his own. As interesting as it was, Gil couldn’t help but to laugh. “Is that the best you can do? A child could put up a better fight than you.” Guillotine snarled as he tightened his grip onto Jesse’s arm. He could hear the gentle popping of bones as he did this. The sound was oh so satisfying. “HAHA, I’ll make you my bitch. Come on, scream for me!” Guillotine’s teasing held no bounds. The beast was having a little too much fun bullying these two agents. Perhaps this would come as no surprise. After all, it was in the hellhound’s nature to be a bit of a brute.
Dangerously high levels of adrenaline and male testosterone began to surge through Guillotine’s veins. Anger soon faded and excitement quickly took its place. The beast had begun to wonder how long Jesse could last if he opened him up. Gil could only hope he would last longer than the others. Oh how fun it would be to disembowel this man while he was still alive. Perhaps he would have to try it out, but first a little fun. Guillotine began to shake his head from side to side as he clutched Jesse’s arm. Just hearing the man scream was treat in itself. Tiny streams of blood surged into his mouth as his fangs punctured the agent’s flesh. Guillotine would be delighted to make the male’s life a living hell. Of course Gil wouldn’t just kill this man quickly, no, he wanted Jesse to suffer! This man had been a pain in his ass since day one. It would be satisfying to finally get revenge.
While guillotine was preoccupied with Jessie, he failed to keep track of the other Agent. The other male aimed his gun at the beast and fired. This time, two bullets entered Guillotine’s scaly flesh. One struck the hound on the back and the other in his stomach. A scale or two popped off the large beat’s body upon impact. A wave of pain then rippled through Guillotine’s beastly frame. He couldn’t take too much more of it. But of backing away from Jesse the beast tightened his grip on the male’s arm. Gil winced as he began to shake the agent like he had done with the little girl. Though the bullets didn’t get too far into his flesh they still pained him.
As Gil shook this man like a rag doll, John came up with a different plan. The man began to sing. At first Guillotine ignored it, and continued to ravage the Agent. After a moment of singing, the tempo grew higher, and Gil finally froze. The beast still had Jesse’s arm in his jaws, but yet, he seemed almost in a trance. His large body began to sway from side to side as John continued to sing. His voice echoed through his pointed ears. Gil didn’t understand what was happening to him, yet he wasn’t able to fight it. The beast was open to attack.
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Post by Special Agent Cox on Jan 23, 2013 17:00:13 GMT -5
When the hellhound crashed into Jesse he had hit him hard. The force was enough to make the man regret not trying to get out the way. Not like that would’ve helped, Jesse was just not fast enough to get out of the way in time. The only thing he could do was use his mimicking power and hope for the best. Surely he would get lucky and transform like the last time. Though Jesse’s powers were a curse at times, they could also be a blessing. He didn’t know just how they worked, but it was something he could use. The man gritted his teeth, silently screaming at himself to transform so he could fight back. But nothing happened. There was no burst of fire around his body, no strong feelings of rage and bloodlust like the first time. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what happened…Jesse had failed. He didn’t know what he copied from the hellhound, but unless it happened to be some kind of untapped ability he was in for some serious shit. With his first plan a miserable failure Jesse was just about to go with plan B when the beast took a good bite out of arm. Jesse couldn’t help but scream when the pain hit him. He was by no means a brave man. He wasn’t the type that could try to hide his feelings even if he wanted to. He could talk big as much as he wanted, but when it came down to it he was scared to die. And right now his death was almost guaranteed. The man was screwed. He wouldn’t be able to push this hell beast off of him. It wouldn’t take long for him to die as horribly as the girl he couldn’t save. No, he couldn’t let that happen to him. He was not about to let some demented mutt eat him alive! Jesse tried his best to free himself from his predicament; he kicked and screamed, and tried to pull his arm out of the hound’s mouth. But all his efforts were in vain. Guillotine’s grip just tightened around his arm and he started to shake. Within moments he felt the bone in his arm break. He was a goner. Jesse let out another scream as the pain increased; already his strength was starting to fade. He was doomed; there was no way he was going to get out of this alive. But just as he thought that everything was about to end he heard something. “There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea. You became the light on the dark side of me…” Was that TB? ”Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill. But did you know, That when it snows, My eyes become large and The light that you shine can be seen.”
The voice, a bit soft at first started to grow a little louder, and clearer…Yes it was TB! For a second Jesse felt confused. If his buddy was trying to save him it would make sense to try and shot the bastard dead. But then it dawned on him. If John was trying to use his powers than that must mean that he didn’t want to risk the shot yet. Either he thought he wouldn’t be able to deal a killing blow, or that it wouldn’t be effective enough to bring him down. Instead of attacking the hellhound, he chose to by Jesse some time to try and save himself. Jesse bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from crying out in pain, giving his partner’s voice the chance to ensnare its target faster. “Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray. Ooh, The more I get of you, The stranger it feels, yeah. And now that your rose is in bloom. A light hits the gloom on the gray.”
By the time John reached the chorus his voice made the hellhound fall under a trance. The shaking finally ceased, and though he still held onto Jesse’s arm he stood perfectly still. The hound’s reaction was good enough for John to dare taking a few careful steps towards them. He kept his gun raised but didn’t pull the trigger. Instead the man kept his focus squarely on the beast and the song he was singing. Now was Jesse’s chance. While the hound was subdued Jesse shoved his own gun with his one good arm into the creature’s stomach and pulled the trigger once, twice, and a third time just to be safe. “GET OFF ME YOU FUCKING MUTT!” the man roared. If three gunshots to the stomach wouldn’t be enough to get the damn thing off of him he didn’t know what would.
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Post by Guillotine on Jan 23, 2013 18:59:28 GMT -5
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This hunt was taking a turn for the worst.
Just seeing the fear in his prey’s eyes was enough to send the hellhound into a state of primal fury. Guillotine’s razor sharp fangs slid through Jesse’s flesh like a hot knife through butter. Oh the agony filled cries of his prey was music to his ears. Gil was built to do this, built to kill, maim, and torture all who stand in his way. The beast’s muscular frame tensed as his fangs dug deeper into the male’s flesh and bone. A loud crunch could be heard as Jesse’s arm finally gave into the hellhound’s powerful jaws. Oh yes, He could now feel the blood rush into his mouth. Gil savored the taste. Jesse’s painful screams only egged the hellhound on. Jesse began to struggle, but his efforts were in vain. Oh this was too perfect! The bully in Gil only wished to torment this man further. A devilish chuckle surged from the monstrous beast. “HAHAHA!! YES, now let me hear you beg for mercy!” The beast’s head whipped around, causing the man even more pain. He wished to tear this male’s limp off, but that would take a little more effort. Gil wasn’t too sure how much more this man could take. Most humans would pass out after this sort of encounter. Both pain and fear would bring them to their knees, then again, Gil figured this man wasn’t a regular human. He couldn’t be if he worked for the damn PIDA. Well, if he did manage to kill these two agents, it would be two less beings he would have to worry about hunting him down. Perfect.
Nothing could prepare Gil for what happened next. Just as the male was getting high on his own bloodlust, something stopped him. His fun soon reached its end as the man who went by the name of John began to sing. His tone put Guillotine into a trance that couldn’t possibly get out of. It was strange. He just stood there with a ‘deer caught in the headlights’ look on his face. Who knew a power like this could work on a large beast like him? Nevertheless, John’s plan had worked. While Gil was in this trance Jesse made his move. The crafty Agent whipped out his gun before shouting at the top of his lungs. His voice seemed to snap Gil out of his trance. The beast didn’t have time to react, the trigger had been pulled. Three bullets pierced through his flesh.
Jesse found Guillotine’s weak spot. The beat’s undercarriage was protected by small, weak scales unlike the ones on his back. A shock wave of sheer agony surged through Guillotine’s beastly frame. A loud roar erupted from his maw as he reared up like a rodeo horse. “GUAHHH!” He shouted as a stream of blood spurted from his maw. Was this the end? Had he been defeated? Guillotine rocked back, losing his balance he fell onto his back. As soon as his body hit the ground, the beast’s body went up in flames. No, this fight wasn’t over yet. The male was transforming again, but why? There was a method to Guillotine’s madness. He knew he had been struck, not once but three times. The only way to continue on would be to remove the bullets before they could dig any deeper into his body. The tower of spiraling flames dispersed leaving Guillotine to writhe in pain on the ground. His long pain arms clutched his stomach as a river of dark crimson streamed from his mouth. Perhaps he was too late. It seemed that the bullets had pierced a vital organ. Would this stop Gil from fight? Hell no, the hellhound was too stubborn to give up so easily.
Guillotine slowly sat up, one hand clutched onto his bleeding abdomen while the other aided him in standing up. Once he staggered to his feet, the beast slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a long red pocketknife. With a flip of his wrist the blade exposed itself. Gil was obviously in an extreme amount of pain, yet he was too stupid to give in. The tall man pointed the blade towards the two agents as he began to take a step back. A weak chuckle rumbled his chest. “You’re going to have to do better than that.” He teased as he playfully whipped the blade around. “You fools seem to forget that you are dealing with an immortal.” In all honesty, Gil wasn’t sure if he was truly immortal or not. There was a hint of insanity in his voice. It was as if he were going to believe that he truly was immortal, even though, in the true sense of the word, he was not.
A devilish chuckle continued to stream past his lips as the male grabbed the hem of his shirt before slipping it over his head. He then tossed the damn thing to the side as he began to examine his new collection of wounds. These Agents had done a nasty number on him. The bullet holes seemed to travel over his other scars, though he seemed to have a lot of them. Guillotine then took a deep breath as he plunged the tip of his knife into the first bullet wound. The look of pain could be seen on his face as he began to cut into his own flesh. Blood streamed from the open wound as he did this. Soon his painful efforts paid off, one of the three bullets slipped out of its mutilated hole and toppled to the ground. The beast repeated this same method two more times, the last bullet however was so deep that he couldn’t possibly get it out. He would have to just deal with the pain. Gil cursed to himself before his single blood red eye glanced at the Agents once more. A large sharp toothed smirk creased his handsome face. He wanted to forget about the last bullet, and take care of the two Agents. This of course was easier said than done. What would the agents do now? Guillotine wiped a spot of dried blood from his lips.
“Let’s finish this.”
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Post by Special Agent Cox on Jan 23, 2013 20:46:51 GMT -5
Jesse didn’t know how much more of this he could take. Even with the hellhound calming down some the man was in a great deal of pain. It was a miracle that he could hang on this long. Despite being a PIDA agent he didn’t have much experience dealing with fights like this. He didn’t know how to handle pain, most of his career paths didn’t deal with pain. And while he knew that the day would come that he would have to suffer a few battle wounds to get the job done he didn’t think it would happen this soon. It was unbearable but he had to control himself. He had to suck it up and hang on just a little more so his friend’s powers could work their magic. In the end Jesse’s determination paid off. It didn’t take long for John’s voice to reach the hound and render him immobile. The pain didn’t stop but the fact that it didn’t escalate any higher was a sweet relief to him. Sadly now wasn’t the time to relax and enjoy this tiny blissful moment. With the hound under John’s spell it was time for Jesse to deliver the finishing blow. Without hesitating Jesse fired three shots into the beast’s soft underbelly. Though the creature’s tough scales made it harder to do serious damage every creature had a weakness. If Jesse’s thoughts were right, then Gil would be more vulnerable there. Even if the skin there was just as tough as the rest of his body being shot at this close of a range would do more damage than before. It looked like Jesse was right. The beast screamed in agony as it fell back off of him. Jesse remained where he was, exhausted and in so much pain that he didn’t want to move. As the hellhound fell to the ground John stopped singing and called to Jesse as he ran to his aid. “Jesse! Pull yourself together!” the man shook his partner before forcing the man to sit up. Jesse shook himself and turned to look at his friend. “Oww…watch it buddy that hurts.” Jesse looked down at his arm and grimaced. Just one glance was enough to make him want to puke. There was nothing but red on his arm. In the short time that Guillotine had him in his grasp he tore Jesse’s arm to shreds. “At least I still have my arm huh? I thought he’d chew it right off.” The man said weakly. “Don’t worry; we’ll go to the hospital as soon as we can and get you fixed up.” John said, “But we have to deal with him first.” The agents turned their sights back to the newly transformed monster before them. As the man-beast tried to pull out the bullets from his stomach TB stood up and aimed his gun once more on the hound. “Freeze!”he shouted. “You are under arrest for murder. If you don’t come with us quietly I will drag your half dead corpse back to the PIDA myself.” The warning of course was bound to go unheard. The hellhound was either too stupid to take the warning or too crazy to comprehend the situation. Guillotine had lost this fight. He was badly injured, and had no one to help him this time around. There was little hope of him escaping this time. Just as he thought, Guillotine wasn’t willing to give up just yet. The creature stood there, knife in hand and taunted them again. ”Let’s finish this” Jesse looked at TB again, gave a little nod and looked back at Gil. “Yes…let’s end this.” Without warning John fired at the hound again, this time aiming at the hound’s right knee to stop the creature from running away. He didn’t bother to wait and see if he hit Gil when he started to sing again. “There is so much a man can tell you, So much he can say. You remain, My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby…” His voice echoed throughout the small forest once more, loud and clear as he focused on his target once more. TB had no intentions of letting this one break out of his grasp; he couldn’t risk it with Jesse so weak and powerless. Slowly the man walked closer towards Gil, gun still aimed and ready in case his voice wasn’t powerful enough to keep him completely still. ” To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny. Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby? But did you know, That when it snows, My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.” Closer still, if Guillotine remained under his spell John would circle around him. Once he was out of the hellhound’s sight he would pull out his taser and stun him.
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Post by Guillotine on Jan 23, 2013 21:44:21 GMT -5
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Guillotine rolled his blood red eye like some sort of smart ass teenager. So if he didn’t surrender now this man was going to drag his half dead corps back to the PIDA? HA, what a joke. These humans couldn’t kill him, right? He was a fucking hellhound! These pathetic beings stood no chance against him. After all, humans were nothing more than walking piles of flesh. A dark chuckle rolled off Gil’s tongue as he thought of tearing into the two. Guillotine playfully tossed his pocket knife into the air before catching it by the handle. The Agent’s guns didn’t seem to phase the bullheaded hellhound in the least. Guillotine’s steadfast nature seemed to be getting him into more trouble. He was on the losing end of this fight, and yet he was still confident that he was going to win it. This dauntless attitude of his could easily be the end of him. Gil shot the duo a death glare. “I’d like to see you try.” Guillotine sneered, as he rolled his shoulders back until they released a loud pop. Adrenaline continued to flood his veins. Its influence caused the beast to act stupid. Gil was already a bit too cocky for his own good. The adrenaline didn’t help the situation. Although both agents had guns Gil still attempted to attack them with a mere pocket knife. The man bared his fang like teeth as he rushed forward. He flipped the knife forward in an attempt to slash at one of the two humans. Fatal mistake. Before Gil could get anywhere close to the two, John fired a warning shot. The bullet nailed the beast right in the knee. The kneecap itself seemed to shatter upon impact, leaving Gil a tremendous amount of pain. “GUAHH F-FUCK!” Guillotine yelled as he tripped and plowed right into the ground. To Gil’s misfortune, his knife slid from his grasp. It now sat about a foot or two in front of him. The male was now as venerable as a new born pup, and he knew it. Guillotine cursed aloud as he attempted to pull himself up. So, these bastards wanted to play dirty, huh? The hellhound pale hand shakily grasped the rough bark of a tree that sat next to him. He managed to slowly pull himself up, but winced when he accidently put weight on his bad leg. “Damn it…” He growled before his head snapped around to face John. The man was a little too close for comfort. Gil’s jet back hair began to spike up like the hackles of a porky pine. His temper began to seep out form the cracks of his soul. Injuries or not, he was going to let these bastards know, he wasn't about to go down without a fight. ”I’ll soak the earth with your guts!” Guillotine barked. His stubborn nature seemed to know no end. The male was willing to fight to the death. Gil growled and bared his fang like teeth once more. He dared this man to get any closer. He would receive a hell of a bite if he did. There was nothing more Gil could do, aside from biting the man. It would have to do. Gil prepared to lunge like the crazy animal that he was when the man began to sing again. The beast attempted to fight the trance. He snarled, and growled. Even managed to shake his head from side to side like a wet dog, but his efforts were in vain. The song hit its mark once more, and Gil was now venerable. Oh woe was he.
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Post by Special Agent Cox on Jan 24, 2013 10:48:05 GMT -5
They had to admit, Guillotine was somewhat impressive despite being an idiot. Despite facing two armed PIDA agents, badly injured, and only armed with a pocket knife, he was still willing to fight. Jesse didn’t know just what kind of thoughts were going on inside that thick skull of his. Maybe he really was immortal as he claimed to be. Jesse couldn’t really call him on his bluff since he knew next to nothing on hellhounds. But if he was really an immortal than why could they hurt him so easily? Jesse watched the blood flooding out of Guillotine’s injuries. Though the hound played off acting the tough guy role well he wasn’t as strong as he thought he was, he and John had done a number on him, just as he had done to Jesse, and things would only get worse for the beast if he didn’t surrender soon. And Jesse was more than willing to let the hound suffer more. The bastard deserved what was coming to him. Even if he wasn’t going to be the one to give him hell at the moment he would thoroughly enjoy watching his friend give this monster hell in his place.
Another shot rang out as soon as Guillotine moved, stopping the fool dead in his tracks. “Idiot.” John muttered, Jesse couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well, you did give him a warning.” He said. It didn’t surprise either of them that Gil ignored it but they did give him a chance to surrender, which was far more than he deserved. The shot had the desired effect but they knew that it wasn’t going to be enough to subdue their target. The hound was too dumb and too stubborn to just lie down and accept defeat, and even injured he still posed a big threat. Neither of them wanted to risk giving Gil the chance to retaliate. So John did the only thing he knew what to do in this situation. He sung. He sung to keep the hellhound immobilized so he could knock him down for good. It was a good thing that he did too. By the time he started singing again Guillotine managed to get back on his feet. Hole in the knee or not, nothing was stopping Guillotine from trying to kick their ass. The hellbeast cursed and snarled as John approached but eventually he succumbed to John’s powers once more. Now was his chance. John moved closer to the hound, circled around him while he was in a trance and tased him. He’d keep the taser pressed against Gil’s back till the man fell over and he was sure that he wouldn’t be getting back up any time soon.
((Short post is short, sorry =/))
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Post by Guillotine on Jan 24, 2013 23:17:30 GMT -5
Anger and hatred soon evolved into anxiety. Guillotine began to wonder what the PIDA was going to do with him. Would they just lock him away like they did last time, or was his dangerous nature too troublesome to deal with? These humans had plenty of opportunities to blow his brains out, yet they didn’t. This struck Gil as odd. He was dangerous and yet they still kept him alive. Guillotine didn’t understand this. If he were after someone he would kill them with no questions asked. Then again, these were humans he was dealing with. Perhaps the PIDA wanted him alive? They must have something in store for him. Just the thought of being put down like a dog caused Guillotine’s body to tremble. This stubborn man wasn’t trembling from fear, but excitement. He dared these bastards to touch him! Guillotine might have lost his knife but the male did have another weapon, his fangs. He wouldn’t hesitate to use them if the agents got to close. Clearly, He wasn’t going to make things easy for them. Guillotine was going to fight these agents every step of the way. If they didn’t be careful they were going to end up with a lot more than just a few bite marks. For now, Gil was sedued. There was little to nothing he could do about it. The beast cursed these humans, and cursed the PIDA for being too damn inquisitive. He was a demon for crying out loud. He should be able to kill whenever and wherever he wanted. Unfortunately, the PIDA wasn’t having it. Guillotine found it rather amusing that they were going after him for killing humans. Weren’t the creatures over populated anyway? Picking a few off here and there wouldn’t do any harm, right? Why couldn’t they see that? Gil seemed blind to the moral influence of the situation. Humans found killing immoral. But Gil of course didn’t see it that way. The beast was driven by instinct, not moral perceptions. Despite being under the male’s spell, Gil managed to release an angry growl as John moved behind him. What was this man up too? Soon enough Gil got his answer. There was a moment of sheer pain as a loud popping sound surged into his ears. The tall male gritted his teeth as his body began to lock up. Even though the man stopped singing Gil couldn’t seem to move. The taser was working, its volts continued to spider through Gil’s tall frame. It had its desired effects on the hellhound. Soon enough he lost his balance and toppled over onto the ground. Guillotine snarled while he was down. The pain he was experiencing left him immobile, the man couldn’t even lift a hand while the taser was going. As soon as the device stopped Guillotine continued to lay there. The male’s body had begun to trembled again as he panted.
So this was it, eh? He was going to be taken away, possibly never to return to the city. Just the thought of leaving his friends behind angered him. He had to do something! Failure wasn’t an option. The young male’s cheek was buried into the dirt covered ground as he attempted to move, but ultimately failed to do so. His knee was shot, and his energy seemed to have been drained thanks to agents the taser. He was screwed. Guillotine was immobilized for the time being, but if a stray hand just so happen to get anywhere close to the male’s mouth he wouldn’t hesitate to bite it. The male gritted his teeth as he began to give the men a warning grows.
Was this really the end?
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Post by Special Agent Cox on Jan 25, 2013 16:17:46 GMT -5
It was a good thing that Guillotine had been in his human form when John tased him. Jesse wasn’t sure how effective the weapon would have been against him if he was in his true form. Though he was sure that scales didn’t make one electricity free, but he wasn’t an animal expert, and he definitely wasn’t a hellhound expert. Hell, neither he or John were sure that tasing him would have any effect at all. Guillotine wasn’t human, he may have a human body now, but he wasn’t anything remotely like them. But thankfully no matter how inhuman the guy was he wasn’t invincible. Today they proved that much to him. Whether Guillotine liked it or not, he got his ass handed to him by two humans…well, okay maybe just one human. Jesse gave his buddy a weak smile as he watched him go to work on the hell beast. John had always been a cool guy but today he showed a surprisingly professional badass side to him. Despite TB’s protest and complaints about his special powers he quickly embraced them when the time came to use them. And despite everything that happened he kept his composure and didn’t freak out. John would definitely make a good agent someday.
But what about Jesse? The man had definitely seen better days. While John had been the one to defeat Gil, Jesse didn’t do much of anything. Sure he did a number on the fiend when he shot him in the gut, but that was only after John gave him that window of opportunity while he was getting the shit chewed out of him. If Jesse had been a better agent he would never had been put in that position in the first place. Oh well, there was no point in worrying about what could have been now. This fight was over, and he was very much alive. Given how things started out this was way more than Jesse could ever hope for. With a bit of effort Jesse got back up on his feet, not wanting to remain sitting like a pussy, when he heard Guillotine growling. “Still don’t know when to call it quits do you?” the man snarled. Really? The guy got shot in the stomach, his kneecap had been blown out, he was stunned, and he still had the nerve to retaliate?
Jesse walked towards them but after a few steps forward his vision started to blur, and he stumbled. “Jesse!” John quickly came to his side, catching the man before he fell. “You are losing too much blood to be moving around.” Jesse’s partner dragged him over to a nearby try and forced him to sit back and lean against the tree and. “I’ll call the agency to come and pick us up first, and then I will see what I can do about your arm.” John pulled out his cellphone and started dialing the number when Jesse stopped him.
“No…forget about me. You need to worry about that thing not me.”
“What? Are you mad?”
“Look John, that thing might be down right now but he’s not out of commission yet. Until he either passes out or killed he is still a threat. You need to keep him under control till help arrives. Let me call the PIDA while you keep him occupied.” Before John could try to protest Jesse cut him off. “Don’t worry about me. I am not as weak as I look. A little bite won’t kill me.”
John stayed silent, no doubt trying to think of some way to object but deep down he knew that Jesse was right. It was too much of a risk to leave the hound alone for long. Even in the condition he was in there was still a chance of him making some kind of escape, or at worse hurting someone else. Finally John sighed. “Fine.” He said and put the cellphone in Jesse’s good hand and went back to the beast. “But if you pass out on me I am going to kick your ass when you wake up.” When Jesse could hear John singing to the hound again he called the agency. After a few quick exchanges the man hung up and leaned back against the tree feeling both relieved and exhausted. There…they did it. After all this time, they finally caught the stupid hound. “One down….two more to go…” It was getting harder and harder to keep his focus now. Despite trying to be tough the blood loss was starting to get to him. He wasn’t going to die from it by the time the agency got here, but he was probably going to faint before then.
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