It must have been to everyone’s surprise that a third party stumbled into the dark alleyway. Kevin had to admit that he didn’t quite catch that all of these people were coming after him. Damn, he just wanted to get home to that filthy motel and on the way he met a bunch of Hunters and apparently a Shaolin who didn’t know where she had ended up. This was getting hilarious. “One of yours?” Kevin would turn to look at the monk but he’d rather not let his guard down, especially not if this was a trap. “I have to admit, I didn’t see this coming. You’ve tried a lot of shit but this…you’re thinking outside the box.”
“Oh shut up.” With a single hand motion, three other Hunters gracefully leaped from the shadows and joined the man’s side.
“She even uses the Drunken Master style, this has got to be fun…” Ever since Kevin came back to this city, things had been up in the air. Mutants were running down the streets acting like children. Humans were pushing an issue that was beyond pathetic and now there were monks pretending to be drunk stumbling down alley ways? Why did he ever leave the arenas? Things made sense down there, and none of this bull shit was around to bother him. Well, that settled that. He was going to settle down but it was sure as hell not in the city.
“Bring him in alive.” The man continued, standing with his arms crossed. Kevin’s grin grew wider once the three men charged towards him. The fourth, or first, had jolted back up to his feet now that the heavy strike to his spine was wearing off. He pulled out a dagger, ready to enter the fight. None of the Hunters seemed to have bothered with the monk, but rather went straight for their target. He returned the favour and dashed forth, his blade raised. It didn’t take long before the symphony of steel started to play loudly with the clashing of blades. Kevin danced between their strikes and blocked what was necessary. He was outnumbered four to one, but that did not mean that his strength alone was what he was going to use. With the razor edge of a katana hammering down towards his chest, Kevin took a quick step forward and twisted his body before placing his hand on the back of the blade, moving the strike out of course and sent it full force into another Hunter. Three left.
The fight was fast, it didn’t take more than a few seconds before the first guy was down and the second would soon follow as Kevin parried his strike and moved the thrusting blade into an enemy behind him. That was two, and he was still to dirty his own sword. Two left, plus the main guy. “Don’t feel bad.” Kevin commented now that they all had some distance from each other. “You don’t suck. I’ve just been doing this since before you were born.” Now going on the offence, Kevin struck forth and clashed blades with the remaining two, manoeuvring between them to strike at the leader. If that monk was going to be useful, she just got two enemies stumbling her way.
Meanwhile, Kevin’s sword clashed with the leaders. This guy was more capable and their blades met several times in succession, causing sparks to fly from the strikes. “You freak…!”
“If only you knew.” The mutant replied. Their blades resumed the clash, the battle quite fierce. One could clearly see two streaks of blood spread across the stone walls from both combatants, followed by several more. Kevin finally found an opening to shove his sword hilt deep into the other man’s stomach, however the momentum of a blade heading for his throat was still high in acceleration. Kevin quickly raised his hand and caught the blade, blood gushing from his palm and neck as the katana went deep. He took a step back once the man fell to the floor, his eyes gazing at the nearly dead soldier. Seconds after impact, Kevin’s wounds were already healed but his clothes were drenched bloody from the fight.
“Monster…” The man managed with his last breath. Yes, it felt like home again.
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I believe it will take some time before he'd notice her, though. The shadows where they are are really thick and it's cloudy and dark so she has a high Stealth value going on xD
Everyone wanna play with Kevin...xD Come, people. Play with Kevin
Finally I got some action into it, too...xD
Once the scene ascended from the concrete, Kevin raised an eyebrow and brought his hand up to his chin and rubbed it gently. ‘Well, that’s an invitation to the cops.’ He thought. The more visual these things got, the more uncomfortable humans started to get. Eventually the police would come and clean up and that could lead to some violence. The alternative was an attack from the human side, though no matter who threw the first stone, the mutants would be the scape goats. The crowd were rather torn on the reactions as some cheered loudly while others wanted to disappear into their rain coats. Was this truly the message these mutants wanted to give? Kevin understood that if equality was going to be preached, why hide who they are in the process? But it was about being smart. This was just reckless, and one needed to take things slow with the mentally daft.
As the scene was starting to heat up, Kevin thought it a good idea to head away. He didn’t want to be present when gunpowder started to echo in the distance. As he started to move away, he tried to keep a distance from the thick of the crowd, moving past a few girls on the way. “Excuse me.” He spoke softly, moving between several people and eventually found his way out of the crowd. Good, he could breath now. Kevin had rented a room in the local motel as while he was looking for a home to buy. He hadn’t been in the city for long but he planned to stay for a while now that he had seen so much of the world. Traveling for nearly sixty years had left him dried out and lead to something he never thought would happen: the want to settle down. At least for a while, Kevin would enjoy the silence and stability of a single home instead of the every flowing motions of the road. He had seen the highest peaks of the Japanese mountains as he visited reserved temples in search of ancient knowledge. He had visited the deepest pits of the filthy arenas in the darkest, most unpleasant places he could imagine. From frozen tundras to the desert, Kevin had been everywhere and had the main goal not been developing his martial arts, he would have ended up learning several languages and cultures. Well, he had time. For now a warm home was the most pleasant of thoughts.
Once a respectable distance from the crowd, Kevin turned and walked behind a set of buildings and found himself in the darker parts of town with the cheapest motels around. The problem with having been so many places is usually that some of them follow you when you’re gone. Kevin learned this many years ago and thus expected it to happen again, but he could not tell the future. Luckily, his reflexes were honed enough to dodge the sudden blade appearing from the darkness, followed by several strikes. The martial artist dodged the blows and managed to manoeuvre behind his attacker and disarmed him before he delivered a powerful kick to the darkly clad man’s spine, sending him to the ground. “You’ve been a bad boy, Viper.” It had been quite a while since that title fell on Kevin. He turned to see another man clad in a black outfit, a sword sheathed on his back. To an untrained eye, they’d look like ninjas but Kevin had seen these uniforms before. They were special Hunters working for an organisation with rather unpleasant ilk.
“I was bad before you guys came around.” Kevin grinned and twirled the katana between his fingers. “But I must admit, the six months I spent in that shit hole put things into perspective. Humans are starting to piss me off.”
“Careful now.” His voice was cold, a perfect reflection of the man’s physical appearance . “You don’t want to put your kind in a bad position now would you? All those peaceful protests will have been for nothing.”
“You flatter me.” Kevin replied, the two keeping each other in sight as they walked slowly in a half circle. “Tell me, what kind of dog did you manage to create in a test tube from what you got from me?”
“Come and you’ll see.”
“Don’t tease me, you know I’m curious.” He raised his sword. “And tell the other three assholes to come out.” He didn’t break eye contact with his enemy but seemed to have noticed the other three soldiers hiding in the shadows. No guns on this mission? They really wanted to keep this as quiet as possible. They also knew of Kevin's mutation, thus they didn't attempt to poison him with sleeping darts. He wasn't making it very easy.
As the scene was starting to heat up, Kevin thought it a good idea to head away. He didn’t want to be present when gunpowder started to echo in the distance. As he started to move away, he tried to keep a distance from the thick of the crowd, moving past a few girls on the way. “Excuse me.” He spoke softly, moving between several people and eventually found his way out of the crowd. Good, he could breath now. Kevin had rented a room in the local motel as while he was looking for a home to buy. He hadn’t been in the city for long but he planned to stay for a while now that he had seen so much of the world. Traveling for nearly sixty years had left him dried out and lead to something he never thought would happen: the want to settle down. At least for a while, Kevin would enjoy the silence and stability of a single home instead of the every flowing motions of the road. He had seen the highest peaks of the Japanese mountains as he visited reserved temples in search of ancient knowledge. He had visited the deepest pits of the filthy arenas in the darkest, most unpleasant places he could imagine. From frozen tundras to the desert, Kevin had been everywhere and had the main goal not been developing his martial arts, he would have ended up learning several languages and cultures. Well, he had time. For now a warm home was the most pleasant of thoughts.
Once a respectable distance from the crowd, Kevin turned and walked behind a set of buildings and found himself in the darker parts of town with the cheapest motels around. The problem with having been so many places is usually that some of them follow you when you’re gone. Kevin learned this many years ago and thus expected it to happen again, but he could not tell the future. Luckily, his reflexes were honed enough to dodge the sudden blade appearing from the darkness, followed by several strikes. The martial artist dodged the blows and managed to manoeuvre behind his attacker and disarmed him before he delivered a powerful kick to the darkly clad man’s spine, sending him to the ground. “You’ve been a bad boy, Viper.” It had been quite a while since that title fell on Kevin. He turned to see another man clad in a black outfit, a sword sheathed on his back. To an untrained eye, they’d look like ninjas but Kevin had seen these uniforms before. They were special Hunters working for an organisation with rather unpleasant ilk.
“I was bad before you guys came around.” Kevin grinned and twirled the katana between his fingers. “But I must admit, the six months I spent in that shit hole put things into perspective. Humans are starting to piss me off.”
“Careful now.” His voice was cold, a perfect reflection of the man’s physical appearance . “You don’t want to put your kind in a bad position now would you? All those peaceful protests will have been for nothing.”
“You flatter me.” Kevin replied, the two keeping each other in sight as they walked slowly in a half circle. “Tell me, what kind of dog did you manage to create in a test tube from what you got from me?”
“Come and you’ll see.”
“Don’t tease me, you know I’m curious.” He raised his sword. “And tell the other three assholes to come out.” He didn’t break eye contact with his enemy but seemed to have noticed the other three soldiers hiding in the shadows. No guns on this mission? They really wanted to keep this as quiet as possible. They also knew of Kevin's mutation, thus they didn't attempt to poison him with sleeping darts. He wasn't making it very easy.
MissAddler said
I agree!Ummmm......
I nominate Cosmo City
Metronomelis xD
That was one stubborn woman...XD
Totally waiting for Mr. 32's plane to crash into the dude giving the speech.....xD
The rain was almost soothing, the tea just right and the soft piano playing in the background was enough to ease Kevin into comfort. It had been a while since he relaxed, and it showed when it was revealed which café he had chosen. Not far from where the mutant was enjoying a moment of serenity, through the storm and the gathering crowds, a man was holding a speech. His red hair marked him quite easily, as if a sniper sight planted on his forehead. The thought was almost ironic, but Kevin forced it out before a smile stretched across his lips at the thought of a fellow mutant falling prey to the aggressive nature of mankind. Every word was muffled behind rain, wind and a large glass window offering the view. “Sir?” A female voice had attempted to reach him quite a few times, now snapping him out of his train of thoughts. Kevin turned towards the waitress with a soft smile on his lips.
“Forgive me, Miss.” He began. “Would you repeat yourself one more time?”
“Would you like something else, sir? Maybe some pie?” The apple pie was apparently ‘Today’s special’ and was considered wonderful, but Kevin could barely remember the last time he ate. He felt no hunger, it wasn’t necessary to even drink but he enjoyed the soothing sensation of tea running down his throat, not to mention the taste. Come to think of it, Kevin only ate candy and drank tea followed by the occasional cup of hot chocolate. Well, if you’re immortal, might as well use it.
“I am fine, thank you.” Kevin reached into his wallet and slid a twenty towards the waitress. “For your patronage.” He nodded. She gladly accepted the tip but soon realised that more costumers needed her for taking orders. Kevin returned back to his thoughts as his eyes trailed towards the gathering mass outside. How far was this going to get? As if a bunch of children banging at a brick wall, asking for rights. Though, the alternative wasn’t very charming either. War was never a pretty sight, though he feared it was inevitable. The French Revolution taught mankind that no one was safe on a throne, and if the suppressed peasants are a bunch of super charged, pissed off mutants, more than heads will eventually roll. A shame, most mutants are simply scared and want to live their lives.
Kevin slipped into his white leather jacket which covered the black tank top tightly hugging his frame. Fingerless leather gloves clad his hands and boots reached up his shins over a pair of jeans with more than a single belt hanging down the side of his waist. Had this been his usual scene, a sword would find home on his back but it was high time he returned to the land of the civilised. He had to admit however, he wasn’t very impressed so far. There was more acceptance in the various arenas he had called home. For a warrior which he would consider himself, Kevin wasn’t very visibly fit. He was thin, almost raging onto scrawny with little to no visible muscles stretching out across his body. Of course, his mutation was the reason for the never changing appearance but one was not to consider him weak as a high amount of strength was hidden beneath that small frame. Standing at as little as 5’5” wouldn’t intimidate many until they’d meet him in a fight.
He opened the door with a ringing sound coming from the bell. Was the sky going to cry? With this city’s history of mutant and human violence, he could only guess with the black clouds gathering in tune to the crowd.
“Forgive me, Miss.” He began. “Would you repeat yourself one more time?”
“Would you like something else, sir? Maybe some pie?” The apple pie was apparently ‘Today’s special’ and was considered wonderful, but Kevin could barely remember the last time he ate. He felt no hunger, it wasn’t necessary to even drink but he enjoyed the soothing sensation of tea running down his throat, not to mention the taste. Come to think of it, Kevin only ate candy and drank tea followed by the occasional cup of hot chocolate. Well, if you’re immortal, might as well use it.
“I am fine, thank you.” Kevin reached into his wallet and slid a twenty towards the waitress. “For your patronage.” He nodded. She gladly accepted the tip but soon realised that more costumers needed her for taking orders. Kevin returned back to his thoughts as his eyes trailed towards the gathering mass outside. How far was this going to get? As if a bunch of children banging at a brick wall, asking for rights. Though, the alternative wasn’t very charming either. War was never a pretty sight, though he feared it was inevitable. The French Revolution taught mankind that no one was safe on a throne, and if the suppressed peasants are a bunch of super charged, pissed off mutants, more than heads will eventually roll. A shame, most mutants are simply scared and want to live their lives.
Kevin slipped into his white leather jacket which covered the black tank top tightly hugging his frame. Fingerless leather gloves clad his hands and boots reached up his shins over a pair of jeans with more than a single belt hanging down the side of his waist. Had this been his usual scene, a sword would find home on his back but it was high time he returned to the land of the civilised. He had to admit however, he wasn’t very impressed so far. There was more acceptance in the various arenas he had called home. For a warrior which he would consider himself, Kevin wasn’t very visibly fit. He was thin, almost raging onto scrawny with little to no visible muscles stretching out across his body. Of course, his mutation was the reason for the never changing appearance but one was not to consider him weak as a high amount of strength was hidden beneath that small frame. Standing at as little as 5’5” wouldn’t intimidate many until they’d meet him in a fight.
He opened the door with a ringing sound coming from the bell. Was the sky going to cry? With this city’s history of mutant and human violence, he could only guess with the black clouds gathering in tune to the crowd.
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