Shoe Thief

Rebirth [Closed]

@TartanO88
Could you post for Derek please. Or if I had missed the post let me know and I will scurry through the forums again.

Blood Compact: Apocalypse

@Irisity

Blood Compact: Apocalypse

@Irisity
It's a decent introduction, but I want to point out there was two cars, and 4 officers. I didn't really get into it with the other two but kinda implied them at times. Would have made post too long.

Blood Compact: Apocalypse

@Wraithblade6

Blood Compact: Apocalypse

Hank Miller

Hank woke up to his RV shaking again, it had been rocking back and forward all night. "Dammit" He said as he crawled out of bed half dressed and sleep deprived. He walked over to the kitchen area and kicked the floor several times. "Shut up already some people are trying to sleep Asshole!" The rocking stopped for a moment, then started back up again. "Yeah fuck you too."

Hank went over to the old coffee machine and attempted to pour himself a cup, the pot fell on the floor and the cup in his hands was half full by the time Hank had started, the rocking was really starting to get on his nerves. "That's it, going to end this now. Coffee or no coffee someone is going to die." Hank drank his half cup of coffee to attempt to keep a level head, he hated finishing a job well unfocused.

Hank opened one of the cabinets inside the RV. Inside was a collection of shotguns, pistols, knives, machetes, even a couple rifles. "What to use today?" He wanted an idea of what he was going to use before he got dressed. Then he looked at what he was wearing. "Brute force it is." Hank went over to his bed and removed the mattress, underneath it was a collection or armors and blades, and a colt .45 revolver, with a loose box of ammo next to it. Hank put on his favorite armor, a thick Kevlar armor with edged ridged, designed to catch blades and or claws, forcing his opponents into an undependable position, or force them to do a fast amputation well stuck to Hank.

Hank walked out of the RV wearing his armor, some basic limb guards, and his machete in hand. The RV was parked in the middle of nowhere, he could fire his shotguns for hours and no one would find him where he was. "Let's get this over with then." Hank held a TV remote in one hand, and his blade in the other. He pushed a button on his remote and a small door to one of the RVs storage compartments opened up. Out came a young vampire, who looked like had been starved for a while. Hank wasn't sure which blood line she was from, but what he did know is that vampires have at least one common trump, remove the head, they'll stop.

Hank stood with the sun to his back, and the vampire to his front. She charged Hank, he replied with a sidestep temporarily blinding her, then he kicked, and brought the blade down onto her neck. Many blades would have taken a few tried to cut through, Hank's blade cut clean through on the first try. Hank sat motionless as she fell to the ground.

Nothing happened for about five minutes, then Hank finally went to his knees. "I'm sorry. I wouldn't do this if I didn't have too. But we are two sides of an old coin. A coin that is poisoning our world. I know what you did, you don't know what I have done, but I bet you had an idea when you came at me. Sooner or later the world was going to catch up to us both for what we have done, I'm just speeding it up a little. Call me a hypocrite if you want. But I know my time is coming, and I still have control of what I do." Hank stood up and carried the girl to a pre-dug hole. Hank attempted to set her down as gently as possible. Then he stood over the grave for a moment. "I know chances are you can't hear me, but I want you to know I don't like killing, if it wasn't for the fact I found your body storage, I probably would have left you alone thinking you were just a simple vampire trying to survive in a cold hard world." Hank walked back to the site of the execution and carried the head over, he put it in and started burying them both.

By the time Hank had finished, it was only a couple more hours until midday. Hank got into his RV and started his way to a small town nearby, he needed to restock some things and get parts for a project he was working on.

Blood Compact: Apocalypse

@Remipa Awesome how you gonna play Hank as a human again man

@Kurai Assassin

Like a fucking bad ass.

Blood Compact: Apocalypse

@Irisity
You can join in or you can start another scene for others to take part in so we don't over load one scene? Or you can do a scene nearby that has potential to join in or cross over, you're not really limited here.

Rebirth [Closed]

...I'm think of a post idea then.

Blood Compact: Apocalypse

Blood Compact: Apocalypse

Fergus O'Brian

Two Oklahoma City patrol cars had pulled up to one of the city's many warehouses. This particular one was mostly storing lumber and other construction goods. "You get the call too?" One of the officers asked to the officers in the other squad car. "Ya, screams and gun shots." The officer looked uneasy. "Look, if this is one of them vampire cases those soldier guys are just a call away, I mean they're here for a reason man." The first officer looked annoyed as he grabbed a shotgun from the trunk of the patrol car. "Hey, this is our city, we got to do our job still." He checked to make sure the gun was loaded. "And not everything single thing that happens at night is a fucking vampire, so get your balls together and let's go in and take care of this before someone else gets hurt." The second officer still looked uneasy. "But what if man?" The first officer sighed, "If we find out it's a fucking vampire we will call in soldier, or we will light it up depending on the situation. That okay with you sir shits his pants?" "Fuck you too asshole, this is a reasonable thing to be scared of here!" The first officer looked over to his partner, then back to the second officer. "Fine, you don't want to go in, well go in and you can baby sit the cars. Will that do for you?" The officer didn't want to look like a coward in front of his fellow officers, though he feared death more then what ever these guys could do. "Fine, I'll guard the cars. But ten minutes and I am calling soldier in. Got it?" The first officer just chuckled, then he and the other officers worked their way into the building.

It wasn't even a minute before he heard the first shot go off. "BOOM!" Shotgun, then several other shots, small arms. The officer held his sidearm to the door to the warehouse, then he looked at the gun then back to the patrol car. "Fuck this." He ran back to the car and got onto the radio. "This is officer Fredrick Johnson of the Oklahoma city police department, I am requesting back up at my location. I am a..." He looked up long enough to see a figure standing in the doorway to the warehouse. He couldn't see a face, but what he could see was the missing arm. And the reflection of the headlights off the officer's badge. "Oh shit..." He dropped the radio and ran out to the other officer.

Before Fredrick could make it to the other officer something had pulled him back in the warehouse, it sounded almost like a chain, no, it definitely was a chain. One of those big industrial chains, pulled his own partner right into the warehouse again. "AAAAAHHHHHHhhhhhhh......" He screamed well being dragged into the old building. "Oh shit oh shit oh shit!" Fredrick did in a muffled crying fashion. He had to do something, he could go in and save his partner, and best friend, or he could take the car and run now, let someone else handle it. That would work right? Fredrick turned around to run to the car, only to be face to face with what seemed like a skeleton of a man. Standing maybe an inch under the officer, in a old torn suit, and eyes solid black. "Boo." The person said calmly as the officer ran for his life. But the only place he had to go was inside. he didn't make it far before he was hit over the head, knocking him clean out.

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It was only a couple hours later by the time Fredrick woke up, he was in a small room with one of the other officers. The same one he had been arguing with before they entered. The room was about 12 by 12, broken glass and debris lay all over the floor, and his fellow officer soaked in blood, he was shaking in the fetal position in the corner of the room. A light came on, revealing a window which a silhouette could be seen on the other side. "Now my boys, same rules as before, winner gets to go home, loser does not. Is that understood?" Fredrick was too much in shock to speak, though the other officer seemed so scared he had to talk. "NO! I ALREADY PLAYED! I ALREADY WON! I GET TO GO! I GET TO GO HOME!" The figure on the other side of the glass started laughing. "My dear boy, I said the survivor gets to go home. Not the survivors. Proper grammar kid, gotta learn it. It could be the difference between life or death." He paused. "Actually, that's exactly what's going on here. Huh. Isn't that funny! I'm teaching you so much!" he said in a cheerful manner. "Now, if neither of you want to fight, that's fine, I get it, not everyone has it in each other to kill others." Fredrick was finally piecing the situation together. "What? kill each other? Are you kidding me!? No way! We are not going to kill each other for you amusement!" "Oh I get that, I totally do, but if you don't... I am just going to kill you both, and get replacements after I am finished ripping you to ity bitty pieces. Let the games begin."

Fredrick looked over to the other officer in confusion, though as soon as he did the second officer was charging him with a piece of glass, with a look that resembled both fear and anger. Fredrick dodged him for what seemed like forever, and after trying to reason with his fellow officer, after getting stabbed and slashed multiple times he fought back, though Fredrick was in much better condition then his fellow officer. Despite his own injuries Fredrick kicked him in the chest, then tackled the officer. Soon starting to beat his head into the solid stone ground. Over and over until he was not only motionless, but until the head was almost completely caved in. "That wasn't so hard? now was it?"

Officer Fredrick Johnson left the warehouse, covered in blood, scratches, and stab wounds. He limped to the Patrol car and sat in the driver seat, tears rolling down his face. He grabbed the radio and turned on the channel. "This... is officer Fredrick Johnson... Of the Oklahoma City Police Department. I need backup... At my location... I am at the Oklahoma city... Construction reserve..." He stopped talking for a moment to let out a silent cry. "Officers down..." He cried out. "...officers down..."

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Fergus sat in one of the offices to the warehouse. He laid out the collection of blades across "his" desk and started debating which blade he was going to use when the tanks rolled in. He selected a 7 foot blade and a few throwing blades. "Let the games begin." He stood up and left the office, the largest of the blades being twirled in his hands.