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DISCLAIMER: ‘Be Somebody’ takes place after the conclusion of the following plotlines: 1.0 - Blood in the Water, 2.0 - Monster, 3.0 - No Good, and 5.0 - Hard Came the Rain.
We just need a taste of who we are, we all wanna be...
We just need a taste of who we are, we all wanna be...
B E S O M E B O D Y
Time of Day: Night
Weather: Heavy Rain
Location(s): Downtown, Santa Celia
Interaction(s): None
Weather: Heavy Rain
Location(s): Downtown, Santa Celia
Interaction(s): None
”Oh god, oh god! There’s so much bl-”
“...Somebody help! Help h-”
“...Please don’t sho-”
“...An attack was made today against Santa Celia’s own Mayor M-”
“...I-I-I can’t breathe-”
“...Somebody help! Help h-”
”...A thick crimson cloud is hanging over city hall, authorities are warning every-”
“...The city’s emergency services are o-”
“...Please don’t sho-”
“Santa Celia has fallen into chaos, may God have mercy on our souls.”
Four Hours Ago...
The woman stifled a squeal of glee as she looked at the ring box again; for the first time in her life, she finally felt like she was going to be somebody to someone else, someone who loved her nearly unconditionally. Snapping a quick picture of the ring and clicking send while the sound of the shower continued in the background, the woman closed the box and stood up from the bed. Tip-toeing across the room, she slowly opened the top drawer of her boyfriend’s…
Fiancé
A smile crossed her face as she paused to correct herself. Returning to the task at hand, the woman slowly opened the top drawer of her fiancé-to-be’s dresser drawer. Slipping the velvet covered box under the numerous black socks, she returned it to its original hiding spot in the back corner of the drawer. From the ensuite, the sound of running water disappeared, causing the woman to jump as she nearly slammed her finger in the hastily closed drawer.
“Jess?” A man’s voice called as Jessica Song tried hard to swallow the excited lump in her throat before answer.
“Y-yes?” Her voice cracked as she called her response.
“Something wrong?” He called back as Jessica shook her head before quickly laughing at herself as she realized that there was no way he could see her.
“No, Dawson.” She replied, “What did you need?”
“Could you bring me a towel?” Dawson asked, Jessica could hear his trademark grin in his voice. “I seem to have forgotten one.”
Laughing, Jessica walked to the couple’s linen closet, pulling out a large, white towel before turning around and walking into their shared washroom. Standing there in all his glory was Dawson Rivers, shivering as he quickly extended an eager hand towards the towel. Wrapping himself, he bent over, planting a sloppy wet kiss on Jessica’s lips as the latter pulled away in mock disgust.
“Excited for dinner tonight?” Dawson asked as Jessica finished drying her face. “I got us reservations at Le Chateau Rouge, that fancy place you’re always pointing to when we’re downtown.”
“Really!” Jessica exclaimed excitedly, “The one across from city hall?”
“The very same one, best dining in the city they say.” He replied with a smile. “Oh and I got you something else,”
Jessica could feel her heart skip a beat, was he going to break expectation and propose now?
“Go look in the closet.” Dawson ordered with a cheeky grin prompting to Jessica to rush out of the bathroom, her feet nearly flying out from underneath her on the damp tile. Opening the closet, an opaque bag was hanging inside as she reached for the zipper only to reveal a stunning cocktail dress inside.
“It’s gorgeous!” Jessica exclaimed, giddiness accentuating every syllable.
“It’s the same shade of blue you were wearing the night I first saw you, I thought it looked amazing on you then, still do now.”
Jessica could feel her heart swell, as she clutched her hands to her chest. There was nothing that could ruin this night.
Fiancé
A smile crossed her face as she paused to correct herself. Returning to the task at hand, the woman slowly opened the top drawer of her fiancé-to-be’s dresser drawer. Slipping the velvet covered box under the numerous black socks, she returned it to its original hiding spot in the back corner of the drawer. From the ensuite, the sound of running water disappeared, causing the woman to jump as she nearly slammed her finger in the hastily closed drawer.
“Jess?” A man’s voice called as Jessica Song tried hard to swallow the excited lump in her throat before answer.
“Y-yes?” Her voice cracked as she called her response.
“Something wrong?” He called back as Jessica shook her head before quickly laughing at herself as she realized that there was no way he could see her.
“No, Dawson.” She replied, “What did you need?”
“Could you bring me a towel?” Dawson asked, Jessica could hear his trademark grin in his voice. “I seem to have forgotten one.”
Laughing, Jessica walked to the couple’s linen closet, pulling out a large, white towel before turning around and walking into their shared washroom. Standing there in all his glory was Dawson Rivers, shivering as he quickly extended an eager hand towards the towel. Wrapping himself, he bent over, planting a sloppy wet kiss on Jessica’s lips as the latter pulled away in mock disgust.
“Excited for dinner tonight?” Dawson asked as Jessica finished drying her face. “I got us reservations at Le Chateau Rouge, that fancy place you’re always pointing to when we’re downtown.”
“Really!” Jessica exclaimed excitedly, “The one across from city hall?”
“The very same one, best dining in the city they say.” He replied with a smile. “Oh and I got you something else,”
Jessica could feel her heart skip a beat, was he going to break expectation and propose now?
“Go look in the closet.” Dawson ordered with a cheeky grin prompting to Jessica to rush out of the bathroom, her feet nearly flying out from underneath her on the damp tile. Opening the closet, an opaque bag was hanging inside as she reached for the zipper only to reveal a stunning cocktail dress inside.
“It’s gorgeous!” Jessica exclaimed, giddiness accentuating every syllable.
“It’s the same shade of blue you were wearing the night I first saw you, I thought it looked amazing on you then, still do now.”
Jessica could feel her heart swell, as she clutched her hands to her chest. There was nothing that could ruin this night.
Three Hours Ago...
Harrison Fairchild paced the lobby of city hall as he waited for his meeting with the city’s current mayor, Samson Murray. With the current Deputy Mayor retiring before the upcoming election, Harrison was stepping up to be Samson’s new running mate. Potentially the youngest Deputy Mayor in Santa Celia’s history, at least until Samson’s own son, Josiah, was of age to run, Harrison was becoming quite popular with the media.
Unlike the mayor’s eldest son, Harrison didn’t attract the wrong type of attention. He wasn’t a playboy or a socialite, instead, he was a philanthropist, a man of the people. Though if Harrison was being honest with himself, he would have had to admit that he loved the attention. Harrison had always wanted to be somebody admirable, someone, the people of the city could look up to. By becoming Samson’s running mate, he was that much closer to that goal.
“Harrison Fairchild!” The authoritative voice of Samson echoed through the pristine lobby of the city’s hall. “How is the city’s favourite son this evening?” He asked, extending a strong hand that wrapped around Harrison’s with a firm grip.
“I’m doing well, Sir.” Harrison answered with a nervous smile. No matter how many times he talked to Samson, there was still something that made him feel small when next to the most powerful man in Santa Celia. “How are you keeping?”
“Hungry, do you like Le Chateau Rouge?” Samson asked.
“I’ve never had the pleasure, but won’t we need a reservation?” Harrison asked.
“One of the few benefits of being the Mayor,” Samson replied, “I think they’ll make room for us.”
Unlike the mayor’s eldest son, Harrison didn’t attract the wrong type of attention. He wasn’t a playboy or a socialite, instead, he was a philanthropist, a man of the people. Though if Harrison was being honest with himself, he would have had to admit that he loved the attention. Harrison had always wanted to be somebody admirable, someone, the people of the city could look up to. By becoming Samson’s running mate, he was that much closer to that goal.
“Harrison Fairchild!” The authoritative voice of Samson echoed through the pristine lobby of the city’s hall. “How is the city’s favourite son this evening?” He asked, extending a strong hand that wrapped around Harrison’s with a firm grip.
“I’m doing well, Sir.” Harrison answered with a nervous smile. No matter how many times he talked to Samson, there was still something that made him feel small when next to the most powerful man in Santa Celia. “How are you keeping?”
“Hungry, do you like Le Chateau Rouge?” Samson asked.
“I’ve never had the pleasure, but won’t we need a reservation?” Harrison asked.
“One of the few benefits of being the Mayor,” Samson replied, “I think they’ll make room for us.”
Two Hours Ago...
Hernando Cruz was many things but he was not a kind man, nor was he a patient man. If Hernando Cruz had been asked about the path he had taken in life, who he had become, he had one simple answer.
He had chosen to be somebody to fear.
It had been several days since the attempt on his life and he was no closer to discovering the whereabouts of Frankie ‘Beans’ Gomez. Nor was he any closer to discovering the identity of whomever, or whatever made his men looking like nothing more than a bunch of toy soldiers. He had put out a bounty, five hundred thousand dollars for whoever brings him the name of the man who killed his men, a million for the body and five million for the bastard alive so he could teach him some manners himself.
Fastening the handkerchief around his neck, the man plunged his fork into the raw steak in front of him, before gliding the knife through the tender fillet.
“I want them both found like fuckin’ yesterday, Chavez.” He stated before shoving the large piece of meat into his mouth, smacking his lips in between words. “No one, and I mean no one makes a fool of the Azteca Cartel, you hearing me, Chavez, no one!”
“Yes, sir.” Chavez answered as he began to stand.
“Where the fuck are you going, did I say you were excused? I didn’t hear those words come out of my fuckin’ mouth, so unless you’re now putting words in my mouth, I suggest you sit your ass back down.” Hernando ordered as Chavez quickly obliged.
Pointing across the restaurant, Chavez followed Hernando’s arm as his eyes landed on a young couple, the woman adorned in a brilliant blue dress.
“Look at that, young love.” Hernando stated between bites. “You got a bitch at home, Chavez?”
“I’ve got two baby mamas taking my pay cheque every other week.” The other man replied bitterly. “I could care less about love.”
“Smart man, love is for suckers.” Hernando replied with a smirk as he pointed his knife in another direction. “Speaking of suckers…” His voice trailed off as he suddenly stood, wiping his hands before holding one out towards a pair of passing men.
“Mr. Mayor, always a pleasure.” Hernando smiled as Samson Murray took the other’s hand in his grip and gave it a hearty shake.
"Mr. Cruz, always a welcome sight to see your face.” Samson replied, “I trust I can count on your support in the upcoming election.”
“Of course, Mr. Mayor!” Hernando replied, “Always a pleasure to support the city’s finest leader.”
“I’m glad to hear it, but please, don’t let me disturb your dinner.” Samson said as Hernando shook his head.
“No, Mr. Mayor, join us, I insist.”
“Well if you insist,” Samson grinned, “Come, Mr. Fairchild, let's not turn down this fine man’s hospitality.”
“As you wish,” Harrison replied, suddenly finding himself very unnerved to be sitting across the table from the head of the Azteca Cartel.
He had chosen to be somebody to fear.
It had been several days since the attempt on his life and he was no closer to discovering the whereabouts of Frankie ‘Beans’ Gomez. Nor was he any closer to discovering the identity of whomever, or whatever made his men looking like nothing more than a bunch of toy soldiers. He had put out a bounty, five hundred thousand dollars for whoever brings him the name of the man who killed his men, a million for the body and five million for the bastard alive so he could teach him some manners himself.
Fastening the handkerchief around his neck, the man plunged his fork into the raw steak in front of him, before gliding the knife through the tender fillet.
“I want them both found like fuckin’ yesterday, Chavez.” He stated before shoving the large piece of meat into his mouth, smacking his lips in between words. “No one, and I mean no one makes a fool of the Azteca Cartel, you hearing me, Chavez, no one!”
“Yes, sir.” Chavez answered as he began to stand.
“Where the fuck are you going, did I say you were excused? I didn’t hear those words come out of my fuckin’ mouth, so unless you’re now putting words in my mouth, I suggest you sit your ass back down.” Hernando ordered as Chavez quickly obliged.
Pointing across the restaurant, Chavez followed Hernando’s arm as his eyes landed on a young couple, the woman adorned in a brilliant blue dress.
“Look at that, young love.” Hernando stated between bites. “You got a bitch at home, Chavez?”
“I’ve got two baby mamas taking my pay cheque every other week.” The other man replied bitterly. “I could care less about love.”
“Smart man, love is for suckers.” Hernando replied with a smirk as he pointed his knife in another direction. “Speaking of suckers…” His voice trailed off as he suddenly stood, wiping his hands before holding one out towards a pair of passing men.
“Mr. Mayor, always a pleasure.” Hernando smiled as Samson Murray took the other’s hand in his grip and gave it a hearty shake.
"Mr. Cruz, always a welcome sight to see your face.” Samson replied, “I trust I can count on your support in the upcoming election.”
“Of course, Mr. Mayor!” Hernando replied, “Always a pleasure to support the city’s finest leader.”
“I’m glad to hear it, but please, don’t let me disturb your dinner.” Samson said as Hernando shook his head.
“No, Mr. Mayor, join us, I insist.”
“Well if you insist,” Samson grinned, “Come, Mr. Fairchild, let's not turn down this fine man’s hospitality.”
“As you wish,” Harrison replied, suddenly finding himself very unnerved to be sitting across the table from the head of the Azteca Cartel.
One Hour Ago...
Walking out of the Sir William Stein’s Memorial Hospital, Andrew Cleric felt like he had a new lease on life. Finally, he was going to be somebody new. Over the past twelve months, Andrew had been part of an intensive rehabilitation programming for those suffering from addiction, but today he had been given a clean bill of health, cured of his addiction and free to pursue his new lease on life.
Climbing into the driver’s seat of the large rig, Andrew started the large engine as the truck roared to life. Being in rehab had allowed him the time to pursue his license and while it hadn’t been easy to find a job, a company by the name of Chimera had eventually offered him a chance to drive for them.
Pulling the large tanker out of the hospital parking lot, Andrew adjusted the GPS, plotting his course out of the city. To his surprise, the GPS was taking him through the downtown, apparently, construction had closed down the nearest interstate.
With a shrug, Andrew geared up as he continued down the road. Even if this route ended up taking longer, there was nothing that could ever ruin this day for him. He was in his moment of triumph and nothing could take that away.
Climbing into the driver’s seat of the large rig, Andrew started the large engine as the truck roared to life. Being in rehab had allowed him the time to pursue his license and while it hadn’t been easy to find a job, a company by the name of Chimera had eventually offered him a chance to drive for them.
Pulling the large tanker out of the hospital parking lot, Andrew adjusted the GPS, plotting his course out of the city. To his surprise, the GPS was taking him through the downtown, apparently, construction had closed down the nearest interstate.
With a shrug, Andrew geared up as he continued down the road. Even if this route ended up taking longer, there was nothing that could ever ruin this day for him. He was in his moment of triumph and nothing could take that away.
Half An Hour Ago...
Sitting parked outside of the Le Chateau Rouge, the large American made car sat facing the sizeable dining room window. Inside the car was Detective Nicholas Locke, a pair of binoculars in one hand trained on the crime lord sitting inside the restaurant while a half-eaten burger hung loosely in his other hand. Nick had been following the Azteca Cartel, specifically Hernando Cruz for months now and was very close to finally finding something to pin on the Cartel leader.
The majority of the Santa Celia Police Department was on the take, whether from the Cartel or one of the numerous other underworld organizations kept in the Mayor’s back pocket. Detective Nick Locke, however, was not and would never be despite how ostracized it made him from his fellow officers. Nick considered himself to somebody willing to make a difference in the city, somebody who wouldn’t be swayed by the dollar where so many others before him had been. While there were a few good officers left, Nick was more or less alone on the street and he had learned to make the best of it.
The night had taken a surprising turn when the Mayor himself sat down across the table from Cruz, the potential new Deputy Mayor in tow. Putting the binoculars down, Nick pulled out a camera, fitted the correct lens to the front of the device before snapping a couple quick pictures.
And then his world exploded.
The majority of the Santa Celia Police Department was on the take, whether from the Cartel or one of the numerous other underworld organizations kept in the Mayor’s back pocket. Detective Nick Locke, however, was not and would never be despite how ostracized it made him from his fellow officers. Nick considered himself to somebody willing to make a difference in the city, somebody who wouldn’t be swayed by the dollar where so many others before him had been. While there were a few good officers left, Nick was more or less alone on the street and he had learned to make the best of it.
The night had taken a surprising turn when the Mayor himself sat down across the table from Cruz, the potential new Deputy Mayor in tow. Putting the binoculars down, Nick pulled out a camera, fitted the correct lens to the front of the device before snapping a couple quick pictures.
And then his world exploded.
Now...
Moments ago Dawson had been on his knees in front of Jessica, the ring outstretched towards her. Now she was standing in what was left of Le Chateau Rouge, flames spreading around her, as the roof was opened to a clouded sky.
Violet colored droplets fell from the crimson sky above as the disorientated woman stumbled forward looking for her fiancé. A pair of feet were visible from beneath a fallen tile as Jessica moved towards them, suddenly seeing the grill of a large transport truck lodged in what remained of the wall.
Feeling around through the dust, Jessica made her way towards the body as she recognized her fiancé beneath the rubble.
“Dawson!” Jessica sobbed, “Dawson!” She repeated trying to peel the debris back as a weak hand stretched out towards her.
“I-I-I can’t breath, J-Jes-”
“Somebody help! Help him!” Jessica screamed, as she looked around the chaos for any other living person, “Please! Somebody help him!” Her volume increasing before a sudden a wave of sonic energy exploded from her mouth. The force of the blast sent her toppling backwards as another figure suddenly appeared in the smoke and dust.
“Don’t worry, kid, I got you.” The voice of Nicholas Locke broke through the roar of the blaze as he helped Jessica to her feet. Moving to get her out onto the street, Jessica resisted as she pulled Nick towards Dawson.
“Help him, please!” She pleaded as Nick nodded. Moving towards Dawson, Nick knelt down to move the body only to realize he was no longer breathing. Biting his bottom lip, Nick helped Jessica to move the body, the least he could do was ensure the poor woman’s fiancé wouldn’t burn to death.
Exiting what was left of the restaurant, Nick took a moment to survey his surroundings. The downtown was on fire as the chemically altered rain continued to fall from the ominous clouds overhead. His body ached, it felt different but dismissed it as adrenaline from the destroyed tanker nearly missing his unmarked cruiser. The wreckage of the transport littered the street, the logo of three headed beast emblazoned on the remains of the silver tank.
The mayor was still inside the burning restaurant, sirens echoed up and down the street as Nick watched Santa Celia devolve into pandemonium.
Violet colored droplets fell from the crimson sky above as the disorientated woman stumbled forward looking for her fiancé. A pair of feet were visible from beneath a fallen tile as Jessica moved towards them, suddenly seeing the grill of a large transport truck lodged in what remained of the wall.
Feeling around through the dust, Jessica made her way towards the body as she recognized her fiancé beneath the rubble.
“Dawson!” Jessica sobbed, “Dawson!” She repeated trying to peel the debris back as a weak hand stretched out towards her.
“I-I-I can’t breath, J-Jes-”
“Somebody help! Help him!” Jessica screamed, as she looked around the chaos for any other living person, “Please! Somebody help him!” Her volume increasing before a sudden a wave of sonic energy exploded from her mouth. The force of the blast sent her toppling backwards as another figure suddenly appeared in the smoke and dust.
“Don’t worry, kid, I got you.” The voice of Nicholas Locke broke through the roar of the blaze as he helped Jessica to her feet. Moving to get her out onto the street, Jessica resisted as she pulled Nick towards Dawson.
“Help him, please!” She pleaded as Nick nodded. Moving towards Dawson, Nick knelt down to move the body only to realize he was no longer breathing. Biting his bottom lip, Nick helped Jessica to move the body, the least he could do was ensure the poor woman’s fiancé wouldn’t burn to death.
Exiting what was left of the restaurant, Nick took a moment to survey his surroundings. The downtown was on fire as the chemically altered rain continued to fall from the ominous clouds overhead. His body ached, it felt different but dismissed it as adrenaline from the destroyed tanker nearly missing his unmarked cruiser. The wreckage of the transport littered the street, the logo of three headed beast emblazoned on the remains of the silver tank.
The mayor was still inside the burning restaurant, sirens echoed up and down the street as Nick watched Santa Celia devolve into pandemonium.
Continued Here:
_______________________________________________ There once was a woman who lived a life so strange it had to be true _______________________________________________
___________________________________________________________________________ J Ä G E R B O M B __________________________________________________________________________
___________________________________________________________________________ J Ä G E R B O M B __________________________________________________________________________
Location: Tír na nÓg - Milk Street
Post #2.36: Loose Ends
Production
You pray for the storm of your life, it's over and nothing survived...
H A R D C A M E T H E R A I N
Time of Day: Late Evening
Weather: Clear Skies
Location(s): Circo del Arlequín, South East Santa Celia & Argyle Street, West Santa Celia
Interaction(s): @Junkmail & @Silver Carrot
Weather: Clear Skies
Location(s): Circo del Arlequín, South East Santa Celia & Argyle Street, West Santa Celia
Interaction(s): @Junkmail & @Silver Carrot
Regrouping back at the gang’s garage, Vinnie could barely contain himself as he excitedly went through Natalie’s phone for anything he could find. Scrolling through her photos, Monty rolled his eyes as Vinnie narrated the contents, making comments on each dish of food that Natalie had documented before he forwarded a couple of the girl’s selfies to his own device.
“You’re disgusting.” Monty muttered as Vinnie gleefully confirmed that he had received the pictures, holding up his phone to show the older gang member. “She’s not going to fall in love with you after you kill her pet.”
“Why not? We keep her here long enough…” Vinnie muttered as Monty shook his head.
“You’ve seen Beauty and the Beast right?”
“It’s a damn classic, ‘course I fuckin’ have.” Vinnie replied as Monty smiled briefly.
“Good, ‘cause you’re the damn Gaston in this story, so get any notion of a happy ending out of your head. We snatched the girl to kill the lizard, she’s cute, but she ain’t going to be wanting to jump your bones after we off her damn pet.” He stated dryly as Vinnie blinked a few times before responding.
“Fuck.” Vinnie muttered.
“I’m glad you’re actually listening to reas-”
“Huh?” Vinnie asked looking up, “Oh no, I just realized I never got to eat my food. Stomach’s growling something fuckin’ fierce.”
With a groan, Monty climbed out of the car the two had arrived in, looking up in surprise to see that not only had Bianca beat the pair back to their headquarters but she had the girl strung up like a marionette. In front of the pair, a bruised and battered Natalie hung from the rafters of the garage, numerous heavy chains wrapped around her wrists and anchored to the steel beams above. Beneath the petite girl was a large pan filled with water as Binaca paced back and forth, a cattle prod held firmly in her hands.
“You two morons figure out which contact on her phone is the lizard?” The woman demanded as the pair neared.
“She only has one contact, an Ellara and another text from an unknown asking her to lunch.” Vinnie chuckled. “I should reply and let the bastard down easy, maybe tell ‘im she’s tied up at the moment.”
Snatching the phone out of Vinnie’s hand, Binaca took a quick look at it as she scanned the recent message.
“It never crossed your mind, that this might fuckin’ be your lizard did it?” Binaca snapped as smacked Vinnie across the base of his skull. “For someone who wants revenge, you certainly let yourself get distracted by the first white girl with a flat ass to talk to you.”
“It’s Monty who wants re-”
“This was all your fuckin’ idea, man!” Monty interjected as Vinnie suddenly cowered and stepped back.
Opening the message, Bianca began to reply as she typed out a message to the unknown sender.
Pocketing the phone as she waited for a response, Binaca turned her gaze towards Natalie as she motioned to Vinnie to follow her as she approached the woman. Studying the woman, Bianca realized the two weren’t so different in appearance. Natalie’s frame was slightly smaller and Bianca’s skin was more tanned, but from the back, the two could be mistaken for the other. An idea began to form in her head as she felt the phone vibrate in response to her earlier message.
Typing a quick response to confirm the man’s answer, a smile crossed her face as the trap was set, turning towards Vinnie, Bianca spoke.
“Help me undress her, I need her uniform.”
“You’re disgusting.” Monty muttered as Vinnie gleefully confirmed that he had received the pictures, holding up his phone to show the older gang member. “She’s not going to fall in love with you after you kill her pet.”
“Why not? We keep her here long enough…” Vinnie muttered as Monty shook his head.
“You’ve seen Beauty and the Beast right?”
“It’s a damn classic, ‘course I fuckin’ have.” Vinnie replied as Monty smiled briefly.
“Good, ‘cause you’re the damn Gaston in this story, so get any notion of a happy ending out of your head. We snatched the girl to kill the lizard, she’s cute, but she ain’t going to be wanting to jump your bones after we off her damn pet.” He stated dryly as Vinnie blinked a few times before responding.
“Fuck.” Vinnie muttered.
“I’m glad you’re actually listening to reas-”
“Huh?” Vinnie asked looking up, “Oh no, I just realized I never got to eat my food. Stomach’s growling something fuckin’ fierce.”
With a groan, Monty climbed out of the car the two had arrived in, looking up in surprise to see that not only had Bianca beat the pair back to their headquarters but she had the girl strung up like a marionette. In front of the pair, a bruised and battered Natalie hung from the rafters of the garage, numerous heavy chains wrapped around her wrists and anchored to the steel beams above. Beneath the petite girl was a large pan filled with water as Binaca paced back and forth, a cattle prod held firmly in her hands.
“You two morons figure out which contact on her phone is the lizard?” The woman demanded as the pair neared.
“She only has one contact, an Ellara and another text from an unknown asking her to lunch.” Vinnie chuckled. “I should reply and let the bastard down easy, maybe tell ‘im she’s tied up at the moment.”
Snatching the phone out of Vinnie’s hand, Binaca took a quick look at it as she scanned the recent message.
______________________7:45 pm
Unknown: Would you like to grab lunch sometime?______________________“It never crossed your mind, that this might fuckin’ be your lizard did it?” Binaca snapped as smacked Vinnie across the base of his skull. “For someone who wants revenge, you certainly let yourself get distracted by the first white girl with a flat ass to talk to you.”
“It’s Monty who wants re-”
“This was all your fuckin’ idea, man!” Monty interjected as Vinnie suddenly cowered and stepped back.
Opening the message, Bianca began to reply as she typed out a message to the unknown sender.
______________________9:07 pm
How about a late supper? Pick me up from work? :Me______________________Pocketing the phone as she waited for a response, Binaca turned her gaze towards Natalie as she motioned to Vinnie to follow her as she approached the woman. Studying the woman, Bianca realized the two weren’t so different in appearance. Natalie’s frame was slightly smaller and Bianca’s skin was more tanned, but from the back, the two could be mistaken for the other. An idea began to form in her head as she felt the phone vibrate in response to her earlier message.
______________________9:08 pm
Unknown: You work at Freckles right? I’ll head over now.______________________Typing a quick response to confirm the man’s answer, a smile crossed her face as the trap was set, turning towards Vinnie, Bianca spoke.
“Help me undress her, I need her uniform.”
Location Freckles’ - Argyle Street, Santa Celia
Keeping the Freckles’ hat low over her face, Bianca paced back and forth behind the rear of Freckles’ as she waited for Vinnie’s ‘Lizard’ to rear its ugly head. She was confident in her own abilities to protect her should things go South, but what she wasn’t confident in was the fact that there was even a ten foot tall lizard roaming the streets of Santa Celia. The city might have been strange, but it wasn’t that strange.
At least it hadn’t been previously.
Given her powers, Natalie’s powers and the city’s escalating crime rates, Bianca wouldn’t be surprised if they were just ahead of the curve. The gang, the accurately dubbed the Scavengers, wasn’t exactly a glamorous gig. They lacked any sort of formal leadership and instead they just went along with any get rich quick scheme suggested by an idiot like Vinnie.
Of course that did make her something of a hypocrite considering she was currently playing bait for a giant lizard. Nonetheless, Binaca figured that whoever this ‘lizard’ was, didn’t exactly walk around covered in scales all the time. They had to be normal at some point, meaning whoever was going to show up might not look the part when they arrive, but she was confident she could goad it out of them.
With Natalie still tied up back at the garage, and her phone in Binaca’s pocket, there was no way to trace Natalie’s location without Bianca’s help, meaning even if this lizard were able to overwhelm her, he’d have reason to keep her alive.
And that would hopefully lull the beast into enough of a false sense of security to storm the base and spring the trap awaiting him there.
At least it hadn’t been previously.
Given her powers, Natalie’s powers and the city’s escalating crime rates, Bianca wouldn’t be surprised if they were just ahead of the curve. The gang, the accurately dubbed the Scavengers, wasn’t exactly a glamorous gig. They lacked any sort of formal leadership and instead they just went along with any get rich quick scheme suggested by an idiot like Vinnie.
Of course that did make her something of a hypocrite considering she was currently playing bait for a giant lizard. Nonetheless, Binaca figured that whoever this ‘lizard’ was, didn’t exactly walk around covered in scales all the time. They had to be normal at some point, meaning whoever was going to show up might not look the part when they arrive, but she was confident she could goad it out of them.
With Natalie still tied up back at the garage, and her phone in Binaca’s pocket, there was no way to trace Natalie’s location without Bianca’s help, meaning even if this lizard were able to overwhelm her, he’d have reason to keep her alive.
And that would hopefully lull the beast into enough of a false sense of security to storm the base and spring the trap awaiting him there.
_______________________________________________ There once was a woman who lived a life so strange it had to be true _______________________________________________
___________________________________________________________________________ J Ä G E R B O M B __________________________________________________________________________
___________________________________________________________________________ J Ä G E R B O M B __________________________________________________________________________
Location: Tír na nÓg - Milk Street
Post #2.34: Two of Them
Interaction(s): @Junkmail, @SepticGentleman and @Skai
𐤉 If you go looking for a friend, you’re going to find they’re very scarce.
Previously: A Normal Evening
𐤉 If you go looking for a friend, you’re going to find they’re very scarce.
Letting out a heavy sigh, Ellara looked around at the mess that aswang’s now dismembered body had created around her. Everything from the small parking lot, to the walls of the Tír na nÓg, to even the side of her Uncle’s truck had been painted in the thick, black ichor-like blood.
“How the fuck do I clean this up?” She cursed aloud as she kicked the body in front of her, her tantrum cut short by the sound of approaching footsteps as Ellara found herself gripping the hybrid weapon in her hands tighter only to relax at the sound of a familiar voice.
“Stay back, these creatures have a nasty habit of being able to remove portions of their body and be fine. Might not be dead.”
Ellara turned to look as Kayla cautiously extended an arm towards the head, flame dancing from her palm while Ellara noticed the other arm was held tightly against her body, obviously wounded. From behind her there appeared another woman, she appeared younger than either of the Tourists, perhaps even younger than herself, Ellara noted as she studied her.
Ellara couldn’t help but wonder to herself what Kyle had done to gain not only one but two very attractive women to travel with. Admittedly, Ellara had seen that Kayla’s ‘game face’ wasn’t quite as charming as the one she wore now, but her eyes weren’t doing anything while looking at the younger woman. Perhaps she was like Kyle, another mundane human who just happened to be prepared for their task at hand.
“There were two of these things?” The young woman muttered more to herself than anyone else, but Ellara’s keen ears caught her words as she watched the woman’s head turn to look at Kyle before her eyes then followed Kyle’s own gaze to look squarely back at Ellara.
“What happened?” Kyle asked her as Ellara moved her own head around as if to motion at the obvious signs of a struggle and the dead monster at her feet.
“What does it look like fuckin’ happened? You missed one and I kicked its ass straight back to whatever hell it came from.” Ellara retorted sharply. “You could have at least warned me they were still preying on this fuckin’ area.”
“We didn’t know there was more than one.” Kyle replied sternly, and genuinely, taking a moment to look down at the creature’s corpse. “And you killed this? So, you’re activated then?”
Eli blinked as she listened to their conversation, her brows furrowing slightly at the mention of an “activation”. She pursed her lips and turned back towards Kayla in case she needed help. She figured that the bartender would explain eventually.
“Activated?” Ellara asked with a raised eyebrow, lowering the shotgun axe as she gave Kyle a look of brief confusion. “Activated,” She repeated, her tone almost a hiss as though he had said something to offend her.
“I do hope you’re not about to tell me I’m some kind of fuckin’ robot and all my memories are implanted, because honestly I don’t know what the fuck what you mean by activated or what the hell you’re trying to ask me right now.” She stated before turning her gaze towards the other girl towards Kayla as she pointed with her chin, trying to mask the annoyance in her tone. “Who the fuck is she?”
“You two handle this, I’ll clean the mess up.” Kyle said to his sister and their new friend, moving away from them and towards the aswang’s corpse.
In response to Ellara’s question, Eli turned back to answer it herself. “My name is Eli. I just met the Fosters today, really,” she began, keeping her tone even so that she wouldn’t further annoy the angry bartender.
“I’m not a Tourist, if that’s what you’re wondering.” Eli wanted to ask the bartender the same question, but she thought it best to keep the conversation at a minimum for now.
“If you’re not a Tourist, how’d you end up with these two?” Ellara asked, “What? Did they save your ass or something?” She continued to speak while sizing Eli up, trying to get a read on the other younger woman. Cocking her head to the side, Ellara decided to try a bit of a different approach.
“I mean, if so I can’t say I blame them, sure looks like an ass worth saving.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Kyle muttered under his breath as he acted on bringing the aswang’s scattered body together, for the purpose of burning. And he was being rather quick about it.
Eli raised her eyebrows, her lips breaking into a grin as she heard Kyle’s comment nearby. She crossed her arms and shook her head. “I met Kyle earlier this morning in a crackhouse of vampires. We worked together to kill them, but for me it was more of an escape than an attack.” She hesitated a moment, unsure if she should comment on the bartender’s compliment or not. “I was in the bar earlier to eat, and I happened to run into them. They invited me to help them with this… thing.” She finished with a glance towards the pile of monster bits. She’d forgotten what these creatures were called already.
”When it comes to taking… critters on, it’s always a good idea to have as many advantages as one can get.” Kayla said, not looking at either of the two. “Even then, sometimes you have to take a hit to make sure the job gets done.”
Kayla hummed as the creatures head remained motionless and decided that she had taken enough chances for the night. She clenched her hand and uttered a quick "Neuma", raising the dismembered head from the asphalt and with a flick of the wrist sent it over to the rest of the creature’s corpse for Kyle to burn. With all the parts assembled into an untidy pile, Kyle proceeded to use another of the enchanted marbles from before on the dead creature. It went up in flames, and he simply stood and watched the body begin to collapse into ash, and the ash began to vanish into nothingness. Within a few moments, there would be nothing left of the creature.
In the distance the sound of sirens echoed through the streets of the Bottling District, the noise coming closer to the bar, no doubt a consequence of Ellara’s reckless use of a notably loud shotgun in a densely populated area.
“We should probably make ourselves scarce.” Kayla suggested offhandedly with relative disinterest, as if she had done this many times before. “We should also probably check the underground of this area. If there are two, they were likely a pair. We’ve dealt with this stuff before. Experience dictates that they’d bump nasties in a place that wouldn’t have many humans around.”
“Just stop and let’s go!” Kyle said to his sister in a somewhat aggravated tone. He turned to Eli and said, “Eli, you leave too. Keep the gun, there’s more bullets deeper in the pouch. Take care of yourself, call us if you need anything.”
Eli nodded, patting the pocket of her jacket. “Thank you. The phone works both ways, as well.” She looked to Kayla and smiled. “I hope your arm feels better in the morning.”
Kayla returned the smile for Eli’s benefit. “I do too. Have a good night, Eli. And, thank you for the help tonight. It isn’t everyday you see someone put themselves at risk to help the greater good.”
Eli simply shrugged. “I was born this way for a reason.” She looked towards Ellara. “It was nice to meet you. I’ll most likely see you next time I come for a drink.”
“I’ll be here,” Ellara smiled as she climbed into the back of the nearby truck, the trunk full of weapons and relics visible as she folded the shotgun and fitted it back into the holster before closing up the trunk and truck.
“I’m sure things around here won’t be getting any fuckin’ less strange.”
“Honey, you got a big storm comin’.” Kayla hummed. With that, the Fosters made their exit, leaving the scene behind with the arcane flames set upon the creature quickly finishing their work. Following their lead, Eli slipped into the crowd of confused drunks standing outside of the bar and disappeared in the opposite direction of the twins.
Watching the trio leave the scene, Ellara ensured the truck was locked one more time before slipping back inside. If the police were on their way to the Tír na nÓg, it would be best that Ellara was caught working, not outside with her Uncle’s truck. Looking back at the vehicle one more time, Ellara remembered that not only had she shot her Uncle, Paddy had him still tied up downstairs.
Perhaps it was time to take care of that loose end.
“How the fuck do I clean this up?” She cursed aloud as she kicked the body in front of her, her tantrum cut short by the sound of approaching footsteps as Ellara found herself gripping the hybrid weapon in her hands tighter only to relax at the sound of a familiar voice.
“Stay back, these creatures have a nasty habit of being able to remove portions of their body and be fine. Might not be dead.”
Ellara turned to look as Kayla cautiously extended an arm towards the head, flame dancing from her palm while Ellara noticed the other arm was held tightly against her body, obviously wounded. From behind her there appeared another woman, she appeared younger than either of the Tourists, perhaps even younger than herself, Ellara noted as she studied her.
Ellara couldn’t help but wonder to herself what Kyle had done to gain not only one but two very attractive women to travel with. Admittedly, Ellara had seen that Kayla’s ‘game face’ wasn’t quite as charming as the one she wore now, but her eyes weren’t doing anything while looking at the younger woman. Perhaps she was like Kyle, another mundane human who just happened to be prepared for their task at hand.
“There were two of these things?” The young woman muttered more to herself than anyone else, but Ellara’s keen ears caught her words as she watched the woman’s head turn to look at Kyle before her eyes then followed Kyle’s own gaze to look squarely back at Ellara.
“What happened?” Kyle asked her as Ellara moved her own head around as if to motion at the obvious signs of a struggle and the dead monster at her feet.
“What does it look like fuckin’ happened? You missed one and I kicked its ass straight back to whatever hell it came from.” Ellara retorted sharply. “You could have at least warned me they were still preying on this fuckin’ area.”
“We didn’t know there was more than one.” Kyle replied sternly, and genuinely, taking a moment to look down at the creature’s corpse. “And you killed this? So, you’re activated then?”
Eli blinked as she listened to their conversation, her brows furrowing slightly at the mention of an “activation”. She pursed her lips and turned back towards Kayla in case she needed help. She figured that the bartender would explain eventually.
“Activated?” Ellara asked with a raised eyebrow, lowering the shotgun axe as she gave Kyle a look of brief confusion. “Activated,” She repeated, her tone almost a hiss as though he had said something to offend her.
“I do hope you’re not about to tell me I’m some kind of fuckin’ robot and all my memories are implanted, because honestly I don’t know what the fuck what you mean by activated or what the hell you’re trying to ask me right now.” She stated before turning her gaze towards the other girl towards Kayla as she pointed with her chin, trying to mask the annoyance in her tone. “Who the fuck is she?”
“You two handle this, I’ll clean the mess up.” Kyle said to his sister and their new friend, moving away from them and towards the aswang’s corpse.
In response to Ellara’s question, Eli turned back to answer it herself. “My name is Eli. I just met the Fosters today, really,” she began, keeping her tone even so that she wouldn’t further annoy the angry bartender.
“I’m not a Tourist, if that’s what you’re wondering.” Eli wanted to ask the bartender the same question, but she thought it best to keep the conversation at a minimum for now.
“If you’re not a Tourist, how’d you end up with these two?” Ellara asked, “What? Did they save your ass or something?” She continued to speak while sizing Eli up, trying to get a read on the other younger woman. Cocking her head to the side, Ellara decided to try a bit of a different approach.
“I mean, if so I can’t say I blame them, sure looks like an ass worth saving.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Kyle muttered under his breath as he acted on bringing the aswang’s scattered body together, for the purpose of burning. And he was being rather quick about it.
Eli raised her eyebrows, her lips breaking into a grin as she heard Kyle’s comment nearby. She crossed her arms and shook her head. “I met Kyle earlier this morning in a crackhouse of vampires. We worked together to kill them, but for me it was more of an escape than an attack.” She hesitated a moment, unsure if she should comment on the bartender’s compliment or not. “I was in the bar earlier to eat, and I happened to run into them. They invited me to help them with this… thing.” She finished with a glance towards the pile of monster bits. She’d forgotten what these creatures were called already.
”When it comes to taking… critters on, it’s always a good idea to have as many advantages as one can get.” Kayla said, not looking at either of the two. “Even then, sometimes you have to take a hit to make sure the job gets done.”
Kayla hummed as the creatures head remained motionless and decided that she had taken enough chances for the night. She clenched her hand and uttered a quick "Neuma", raising the dismembered head from the asphalt and with a flick of the wrist sent it over to the rest of the creature’s corpse for Kyle to burn. With all the parts assembled into an untidy pile, Kyle proceeded to use another of the enchanted marbles from before on the dead creature. It went up in flames, and he simply stood and watched the body begin to collapse into ash, and the ash began to vanish into nothingness. Within a few moments, there would be nothing left of the creature.
In the distance the sound of sirens echoed through the streets of the Bottling District, the noise coming closer to the bar, no doubt a consequence of Ellara’s reckless use of a notably loud shotgun in a densely populated area.
“We should probably make ourselves scarce.” Kayla suggested offhandedly with relative disinterest, as if she had done this many times before. “We should also probably check the underground of this area. If there are two, they were likely a pair. We’ve dealt with this stuff before. Experience dictates that they’d bump nasties in a place that wouldn’t have many humans around.”
“Just stop and let’s go!” Kyle said to his sister in a somewhat aggravated tone. He turned to Eli and said, “Eli, you leave too. Keep the gun, there’s more bullets deeper in the pouch. Take care of yourself, call us if you need anything.”
Eli nodded, patting the pocket of her jacket. “Thank you. The phone works both ways, as well.” She looked to Kayla and smiled. “I hope your arm feels better in the morning.”
Kayla returned the smile for Eli’s benefit. “I do too. Have a good night, Eli. And, thank you for the help tonight. It isn’t everyday you see someone put themselves at risk to help the greater good.”
Eli simply shrugged. “I was born this way for a reason.” She looked towards Ellara. “It was nice to meet you. I’ll most likely see you next time I come for a drink.”
“I’ll be here,” Ellara smiled as she climbed into the back of the nearby truck, the trunk full of weapons and relics visible as she folded the shotgun and fitted it back into the holster before closing up the trunk and truck.
“I’m sure things around here won’t be getting any fuckin’ less strange.”
“Honey, you got a big storm comin’.” Kayla hummed. With that, the Fosters made their exit, leaving the scene behind with the arcane flames set upon the creature quickly finishing their work. Following their lead, Eli slipped into the crowd of confused drunks standing outside of the bar and disappeared in the opposite direction of the twins.
Watching the trio leave the scene, Ellara ensured the truck was locked one more time before slipping back inside. If the police were on their way to the Tír na nÓg, it would be best that Ellara was caught working, not outside with her Uncle’s truck. Looking back at the vehicle one more time, Ellara remembered that not only had she shot her Uncle, Paddy had him still tied up downstairs.
Perhaps it was time to take care of that loose end.
Microcosm
_______________________________________________ There once was a woman who lived a life so strange it had to be true _______________________________________________
___________________________________________________________________________ J Ä G E R B O M B __________________________________________________________________________
___________________________________________________________________________ J Ä G E R B O M B __________________________________________________________________________
Location: Tír na nÓg - Milk Street
Post #2.32: Instincts
Interaction(s): None
𐤉 That is the ultimate power, to stare death in the face and be unafraid.
Previously: A Bite To Eat
𐤉 That is the ultimate power, to stare death in the face and be unafraid.
Ducking at the last possible second, Ellara felt the creature’s hot breath on her face, as she narrowly avoid the snapping of its extended jaws. A pair of leathery wings extended from its back, flapping as they guided the creature upwards into the night sky. Rolling away from where she had previously stood, Ellara could feel her heart pounding in her chest, threatening to leap into her throat and out of her mouth at any second as her mind raced trying to decide what to do next.
Feel, don’t think. You were made for this, use your instincts.
For the first time, Ellara didn’t mind having someone else’s voice inside her head. In that moment, her father’s words were oddly calming as she took a deep breath, steadying herself as she stood. In the last twenty four hours, she had learned a lot about herself, primarily having come to the realization that she was a Jäger, something not quite human. How was it, that Kayla had put it?
Hunter, but a special type.
Looking towards the sky as the winged creature circled her, Ellara had to admit to herself, if there were more creatures like this in the world, it was a good thing there were special kinds of hunters capable of taking them down.
Now if only she had a weapon to do just that.
Across the rear parking lot, the truck belonging to Ellara’s Uncle caught her eye as she remembered the contents of her father’s trunk. Looking towards the sky again, Ellara moved away from the door as she booked it across the parking lot, jumping as she lifted her knees to her chest and landed on the tailgate before rolling under the cover. Opening the trunk, she scrambled for the first gun she could get her hands on, her outstretched fingers taking a hold of a leather holster before she exited the vehicle.
Grabbing the grip of the gun, Ellara’s eyes went wide as the weapon was pulled out of the holster. Never before had she seen anything like it, as the weapon unfolded, snapping together in her hands. From the hip sized holster, she had drawn a folding-full sized shotgun. Mounted on the end of the barrel was a cruel looking axe head, unfamiliar symbols etched into the metal.
The weapon felt familiar in her hands, as if she had held it before. From behind her, the flapping of wings drew closer as Ellara cocked the pump action weapon, and spun around before delivering a blast to the chest of the creature. It shrieked in pain as its chest was pumped full of what Ellara assumed to be lead but given the contents of the chest, she couldn’t be sure the gun was firing standard buckshot.
“How’d you fuckin’ like that, you ugly motherfucker!” Ellara roared as she cocked the weapon again, and fired at the flailing creature. Pumping the weapon for a third time, Ellara pulled the trigger, only this time nothing happened.
“Fuck.” She muttered as the creature let out a cry of anguish that turned to rage, its wings beginning to flap as it charged towards Ellara. Thinking on her feet, Ellara’s eyes darted to the axe head on the end of the barrel as she moved to the side at the last minute, shifting her hands as she swung the weapon as hard as she could.
The creature hit the ground hard as an arc of blood splattered through the air. Beside Ellara, a dismembered wing flopped onto the ground, the nerves still causing the flip to flap as it moved about on the asphalt beneath her feet. Fighting back the feeling to vomit, Ellara turned towards the creature as it tried to crawl away from her, speaking as it raised a hand.
“N-no, no kill!” It screamed as Ellara lifted the axe to strike only to hesitate as she saw the fear in the creature’s eyes. Her hesitation was enough as the fear on its face immediately evaporated, turning into a snarl as the agile creature suddenly sprung forward. Claws and teeth were outstretched towards Ellara as the Jäger closed her eyes and swung.
A loud thud rang in Ellara’s ears followed by a second, quieter thud as she opened her eyes to see the decapitated body of the Aswang laying at her feet. Behind her, its head rolled across the parking lot, face still warped into a smile as it came to a stop beside the dumpster.
Letting out a heavy sigh, Ellara looked around at the mess surrounding her before speaking aloud.
“How the fuck do I clean this up?”
Feel, don’t think. You were made for this, use your instincts.
For the first time, Ellara didn’t mind having someone else’s voice inside her head. In that moment, her father’s words were oddly calming as she took a deep breath, steadying herself as she stood. In the last twenty four hours, she had learned a lot about herself, primarily having come to the realization that she was a Jäger, something not quite human. How was it, that Kayla had put it?
Hunter, but a special type.
Looking towards the sky as the winged creature circled her, Ellara had to admit to herself, if there were more creatures like this in the world, it was a good thing there were special kinds of hunters capable of taking them down.
Now if only she had a weapon to do just that.
Across the rear parking lot, the truck belonging to Ellara’s Uncle caught her eye as she remembered the contents of her father’s trunk. Looking towards the sky again, Ellara moved away from the door as she booked it across the parking lot, jumping as she lifted her knees to her chest and landed on the tailgate before rolling under the cover. Opening the trunk, she scrambled for the first gun she could get her hands on, her outstretched fingers taking a hold of a leather holster before she exited the vehicle.
Grabbing the grip of the gun, Ellara’s eyes went wide as the weapon was pulled out of the holster. Never before had she seen anything like it, as the weapon unfolded, snapping together in her hands. From the hip sized holster, she had drawn a folding-full sized shotgun. Mounted on the end of the barrel was a cruel looking axe head, unfamiliar symbols etched into the metal.
The weapon felt familiar in her hands, as if she had held it before. From behind her, the flapping of wings drew closer as Ellara cocked the pump action weapon, and spun around before delivering a blast to the chest of the creature. It shrieked in pain as its chest was pumped full of what Ellara assumed to be lead but given the contents of the chest, she couldn’t be sure the gun was firing standard buckshot.
“How’d you fuckin’ like that, you ugly motherfucker!” Ellara roared as she cocked the weapon again, and fired at the flailing creature. Pumping the weapon for a third time, Ellara pulled the trigger, only this time nothing happened.
“Fuck.” She muttered as the creature let out a cry of anguish that turned to rage, its wings beginning to flap as it charged towards Ellara. Thinking on her feet, Ellara’s eyes darted to the axe head on the end of the barrel as she moved to the side at the last minute, shifting her hands as she swung the weapon as hard as she could.
The creature hit the ground hard as an arc of blood splattered through the air. Beside Ellara, a dismembered wing flopped onto the ground, the nerves still causing the flip to flap as it moved about on the asphalt beneath her feet. Fighting back the feeling to vomit, Ellara turned towards the creature as it tried to crawl away from her, speaking as it raised a hand.
“N-no, no kill!” It screamed as Ellara lifted the axe to strike only to hesitate as she saw the fear in the creature’s eyes. Her hesitation was enough as the fear on its face immediately evaporated, turning into a snarl as the agile creature suddenly sprung forward. Claws and teeth were outstretched towards Ellara as the Jäger closed her eyes and swung.
A loud thud rang in Ellara’s ears followed by a second, quieter thud as she opened her eyes to see the decapitated body of the Aswang laying at her feet. Behind her, its head rolled across the parking lot, face still warped into a smile as it came to a stop beside the dumpster.
Letting out a heavy sigh, Ellara looked around at the mess surrounding her before speaking aloud.
“How the fuck do I clean this up?”
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