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Heroes in the Darkness: Chapter 1
Signs of Trouble It was black, darker than night as the only evidence of light was a small crack from the back doors of the van. The humming of the road underneath them let them know that they were moving and at a rapid pace. Memories of how they all had arrived here seemed foggy at best, most seemed not to recall at all, others had different experiences. There was a diverse group within the van. There was a young college girl who couldn't stop crying as she sat in the corner, across from her sat what appeared to be a night nurse who was picked up after her shift trying to console her while she shook herself. A long haired hippee reporter type sat in the middle of one of the benches on the side while across from him was a young girl, well she looked young, she was really in her late twenties but wore extremely baggy clothes and had a relaxed look about her. Now however her eyes were ever alert and seemed to be angry. There was a younger guy covered in tatoos as well whose hands seemed to be ever figgiting as they started to look around at each other. Wondering where they were and why the woke up the suddenly heard the screach of the tires as the van launched them around another turn. Something was happening. The Van suddenly accelerated in one direction then another and took off. They could hear some hollaring the front of the van and noticed the door to the front rattling a bit from having recently been closed. The van was taking off at high speed trying to get somewhere quickly or away from somewhere. Then it happened a large thud on the roof as a dent from part of a body was made. The van fish-tailed as it recovered then tried to shake whatever was up there off. Suddenly there was the sound of pounding from above... whatever was up there was trying to get in. Last edited by Avner; Jan 19th, 2017 at 03:24 PM. |
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"Yeehaw." The word sounded strange coming from the young woman's mouth, given her deadpan tone and her faint scandinavian accent, but the grin that spread across her face as the car began to swerve definitely matched the sentiment of a cowboy warcry. Particularly considering there was still anger glittering in her pale eyes. She was also supremely unconcerned by the binds around her wrists as she bends forwards, tugging her hands down to one of her loose, heel-less boots and producing a thin-bladed knife.
"Lucky they didn't search us, yeah?" She says, laughter sparking from her as if she's just said something hilarious. She regains her composure as quickly as she lost it, only a smile playing around the corners of her mouth as she clamps the hilt of the blade between her teeth, she begins sawing at the bindings around her wrists, surprisingly steady as she sways with the wild motion of the van. When the ropes finally unravel around her wrists, she hands the knife off to the reporter-man, and begins humming a tune that sounds suspiciously like 'twinkle twinkle little star', conducting - badly - with her fingers, or just making odd twitchy gestures. "Twinkle twinkle traffic lights..." |
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What? No! We're not there yet! The plan was already going south. He had managed to get the mage and the beast into the van with him but now some one was trying to derail that. He could respect the heroism, if that was the case, but it had taken him a week to finally convince himself he had to do something. Even then he didn't dare go alone. He got lucky enough to find two supernaturals that may be inclined to help. Provided that they were thrown into it. At the very least they may deflect notice from him. He really couldn't risk The God-Machines attention. Granted that is what you risk when you decide to take down a piece of Infrastructure. Basically alone. With no knowledgeable allies or resources.
The Mage seemed to having a blast at this new occurrence. She produced a knife and freed herself and then handed him the knife to do the same. While she sang some song or other. Kren knew of mages. He didn't really know how their magic worked. Didn't mesh to well with what he did now. Or what he used to do. He thanked her quietly and got to work on his bindings. She wasn't wrong. The ghouls hand't searched them well. He probably didn't have to hide his gear quite so well. He still would have of course. Anything he smuggled in meant less he had to bring when he got there. He could have just gotten it from his bolt hole with his exploits if he wanted. He didn't want to risk to much show of power. Not with the angels around. He was going to have destroy them eventually, he felt. Somehow that stung to. Was there to much more then a single moment of clarity that separated them? He cut himself free and then got to work on the other passengers. He felt bad to have brought the two into this. The college girl and the nurse he and nothing to do with but if he had lacked sentiment for humans he would not be in his current state. Im going to fix this. Kren needed the evidence he could get at the compound. One way or another he was getting there. |
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Jason lands on the van with a surprisingly soft thud. The van swerves to try to knock him off he grabs the trim on either side sprawling out on top of the van. He yells from the roof. "Knock Knock.....can the kidnappers come out and play?" He gives a few solid kicks and listens to the thuds & the give in the roof to decide if it is armored as well. Hopefully they were dumb or cheap and only paid for armored windows & panels. If that was the case he would try to shoot the driver, otherwise it was going to be a game of hold on till they decide driving down the street with a guy on the roof was too much attention & did something about it.
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Dan jolts to the side as a dull thud rocks the van, losing his grip on the proffered knife. He does his best to bend down and grope around for the blade under the seats, managing to free himself after a few moments. He looks around to see if any of the other captives remain bound, before returning the weapon to its owner, the humming young woman.
"What was that?" he worriedly asks the others, who don't seem to be as concerned as he is in the situation. |
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Elijah cringed when his rental SUV side mirror was damaged because of sharp turn that he was forced to take. He drives like a devil, something that he almost never done previously. It is just not easy way to make a living. He doesn't know whether he can reimburse this to the tall guy or not. But what can he do now? He can only drive faster and sometimes honking the klaxon to make sure that no other cars barring his way toward the white van.
Suddenly, there is something jumped or landed upon the van's roof. Surprised, he shouts : "What the hell is that?" He can only barely see the van and the shape of something brave or foolish enough to do some movie stunt. He remembers that he has company, the bartender that he just met. Elijah turns his head toward Kieron and says : "Now is great time to talk about the guy and the van, Mister. What the hell is happening here?"
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Kieron watched the beast slam onto the top of the van. He couldn't help but let out another string of curses. The last thing he needed was something else involved in this. Vampires like himself he expected, but not something of this caliber. He had only met a few beast creatures in his time, and hadn't felt like many of them were people he wanted to have additional contact with. At least it seemed to have the same goal as they did; to stop this van.
He tried to listen, hoping that sirens weren't going to start blaring soon. The last thing they needed were the police involved. Though perhaps this new comrade would be useful in that regard. At least useful enough for Kieron to get the information he needs and to slink off into the night. With a scowl Kieron glared at the human before him. You want to have a conversation now, in the midst of a high speed chase... Plus some of the things I know might shock you and the last thing we need is you crashing. He paused, keeping his eye back on the van. Anyway I don't know what that thing is that just jumped on the top, so can't help you there boss. Causally and cautiously he pulled out his cellphone and sent a brief text to his mistress.
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Calliope looks up at the sound of something slamming onto the roof, and one of the other captives' startled exclamation and shrugs as she accepts her knife back with an unconcerned grin, tucking it back into her boot.
"I would say it's a red light, but even I'm not so good that they show up before I do anything." She murmurs to herself as she pulls a glow-stick out of her pocket and cracked the seal, shaking it a few times until the dim interior of the van is more comfortably lit. Glow-stick between her teeth, she moves to the front of the van, checking for any way to get from the storage area they were in to the driver's cab in the front. "So - there seems to be a large percentage of unfortunate kidnapping victims who aren't terrified. How many of you were looking for these knot-pated three-inch fools?" She asks, her words muffled by the glow-stick as she probes the wall. ",I for one, have all sorts of questions for them. Whoever is on the roof is obviously also either here for them or with them - probably for, considering how worried they seem." |
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Oh right. Fear. Kren had totally forgotten to show that. Its not that he wasnt nervous. Its just that he wasnt used to constantly have to show his emotions. He realized he had been sitting there deadpan. Well it would be weird if he changed it entirely now. Still he made a little trepidation show. Just a bit and raised his hand in response to the mage.
Im a journalist. Been looking into this for a bit. Not exactly how i had intended to find them but i am hoping to turn this around. Get something solid to blow this open. What are your excuses? Last edited by mjb; Feb 3rd, 2017 at 09:02 PM. |
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"Terminal curiosity, unnatural amounts of luck and more second chances than a bag full of cats." Calliope said cheerfully, still looking for a weak point.
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The van suddenly seemed to lurch back and forth as it zigzagged through the street avoiding various cars while trying to throw off its pursuer like a bronco at a rodeo. Jason seemed to hold on tight as he pounded his fists into the roof scaring the hell out of everyone inside including the kidnappers. As a light unexpectedly started to turn Red ahead of them the drivers quuck swerverd left suddenly deciding waiting fo the interstate was a bad idea they suddenly took a sharp turn cutting through an underpass and coming out on an older outlet road that lead out of the city. Kieron knew itr well and easily gave Elijah directions to pursue.
Before they knew it the road opened up into an old forgotten service road that was all but abaondoned. Many of the supernaturals used it make their way in and out of the city unnoticed and some key influencial people planted in positions of power made sure it had gone unnoticed. The Ghoul of the young vampire was apparently very aware of it as he was using it as a getaway route. He did not however count on the less smooth road causing a bit of difficult driving for the top heavy van. They hit a stray pothole and suddenly the van lurched losing its center of gravity as it toppled on its side and started to slide. Elijah at that point thanked his blessings that he had a bucked up for the SUV and not Prius as he managed to subvert the rough terrain with all his tires intact. Last edited by Avner; Feb 6th, 2017 at 12:14 PM. |
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Jason jumps as the van rolls landing squarely in a three point stance before taking off after the skidding van drawing his gun. Anyone hurt in there? He yells as he comes up.
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They must have followed the van for some time before they made their way to the outskirts of Brooklyn. Kieron had not been down this way in quite some time, perhaps before his change when he had taken a young lady to Marine Park to burn and drink under the planes. That had been one of his favorite memories from the years before he became what he currently was; a being with no heart. As the van rolled onto its side and he saw the beast gracefully jump off its top he couldn't help but silently curse. He had hoped this would have been more of an investigative behind the scenes situation, not confronting people in the midst of a rocky side road leading to dreaded long island.
Elijiah halted his SUV with ease. Or a jeep as Kieron had grown up calling anything that wasn't obliviously a car or truck. Hopping out of the car with speed, he did not run up to the crash. He had learned when such powerful beings were at play, and didn't acknowledge you, you always let them do whatever they were going to do. Plus as much as he would fake compassion, as best as his untrained mind could, he honestly could give two shats about those in the van. As long as they could answer his questions, and perhaps give him something to feed on he would be more than happy. On that note, Kieron pulled out his crumpled pack of Newport 100s. He placed one in his mouth, and lit it in a flash with his zippo. He took a long drag of it, the only way he could get a glimpse of its taste. Blowing out the smoke he leaned on the SUV. We can talk after this boss. But hey lets watch the show. A cruel grin took over the pale vampire's face as he gave a quick glance at his new mortal companion. Then his eyes went back to the van, its wheels still turning aimlessly.
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Kren picked himself up and did a quick once over to make sure he was uninjured. He just got this body. He was hoping one day he could return it when he didn't need it. Wouldn't due to break it before Owen had even served his purpose. Fortunately he seemed to be okay. He fumbled over to the back checking to make sure people we alive as he stepped over them. He banged on the door.
Pretty shaken up but not dead! Can you let us out?. He thought for a moment. The drivers might be armed, man! Might wanna get on that! Kren expected that anyone who could topple the van like this might not have to much trouble with a couple of ghouls. Still a surprise gun shot to the head sucks no matter what you are. |
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"Are you two okay?" Calliope turns to glance at the other two women in the van as she brushes herself off, dropping the glowstick from her mouth and tucking it into her belt before she unstraps herself from the bench, dropping down to the ground. "I'm going to see what I can do about getting us out of this van, but you may want to stay back until the coast is clear... " She picks her way across the side of the van to the large doors at the back, pulling a coin out of her pocket - a thick, irregular disk, brightly polished for all that it looks like something minted a long time ago. She kisses the coin and then flips it, the metal flashing in the dim light of the glowstick before she snatches it out of the air and slaps it onto the back of her hand. She doesn't look at the coin before she slips it back into her pocket, picking up the threads of the new spell as she feels them spinning close around her. As she does so, she lets go of the old spell - after all, the van has been well and truly delayed, and she can only hold onto so much power at once before it starts to burn.
Once that is in place, she turns her attention to the back of the van, pulling out another knife from a sheath tucked in the waistband of her jeans, inserting the thin blade between the doors to try and jimmy them open. It takes a few moments, but then her hand slips on the hilt and the blade twists, sliding perfectly into the door's mechanism so that she can lever it open. "Ready?" She glances over her shoulder at the journalist before pushing the door open, ducking out behind it into the night. Last edited by Ratpigeon; Feb 7th, 2017 at 10:53 PM. |
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