A few troopers arrived outside the alley and saw 2 army trucks. The sergeant told 2 troopers to guard the entrance while they entered and search the alley. The troopers looked around and spotted a pile of soldiers. The sergeant heard muffled moans and saw hie men on the ground and a lady pulled him close and hugged him before he could use his radio. The sergeant could not breathe and the lady squeezed tighter and before crushing his lungs, the other lady came over and said, "Lets not kill these..." The unconscious troopers were dragged and cuffed together.
The ladies sneaked out and grabbed the 2 troopers outside. Their necks were gripped and they were easily choked out. "This is a little underwhelming..." The lady said and searched the troopers for keys and could not find any. They walked towards a police car and grabbed a balding trooper out and placed his gun at his throat. "Keys to the car..." A lady said and the trooper unclip a bunch of keys from his belt. The ladies shoved him inside the car and said, "Drive"
Bob's radio crackled and there were a lot of reports on gunshots in the city and police officers getting assaulted. Several road blocks were overrun and soldiers were murdered. "Something is going on. Maybe we can find Sev or more answers." Bob said. "We need to leave and go to one of these sites before Sev gets shot."
Susan Bettson had always been a kind woman. She was 45 pushing 46 and had worked at the Day Inn in her hometown of Cleasville for the past ten years. Her reasoning for this wasn't because she of the wonderful people she worked with, or the short hours, but mostly because of the business. On a "busy" day, the most she had to do was punch in several names into her computer located in the front office and MAYBE book a few rooms in advance, but most customers purchased a room when they were physically present. She sometimes wonder how Mr. Abigail could even afford to keep the place running, but she never had the courage to ask him this herself. In her opinion, the majority of Arabian men were rude to women. Especially women they didn't find attractive.
She was currently walking up the stairs, ever so carefully, with a tray in her hand. With each step she made sure her feet weren't caught in the bottom of her blue floral dress. The items on the tray consisted of two over-medium eggs, three strips of bacon, and slice of toast with a cube of butter in the middle. An American breakfast if there ever was one.
Once at the top of the stairs, Susan pressed forward until she was at the end of the hall. She turned carefully and, holding the tray with one hand, knocked on the door with the numbers "217" printed on front. "Mr. Ripto? Your breakfast is he-" before she could finish the door opened up and she was met by the handsome facial features of Bryan Ripto. Sharp, light blue eyes, shaggy blonde hair, a sort of chiseled chin, and long eyelashes.
"Wow, that was fast!" Bryan exclaimed and moved aside, holding open the door. "Has it ever been any other way?" Susan questioned with a smile and made her way into the room. "Good point," he replied, laughing. Susan crossed the room and placed the tray on a computer desk that was awkwardly placed in the corner. As she did she noticed the channel that was currently on the television. It was the news, and the story that was broadcasting was one she was all too familiar with. Within the past month, the city had been thrown into chaos. People missing, cops dying, etc. Susan herself was worried, but not too worried, for the Day Inn was on the outskirts of the city, as well as her home. "Crazy, eh?" she said, turning towards the TV with her arms crossed. Bryan only nodded, completely focused on the story. They stayed this way for a minute, listening to the story. After about a minute Susan asked Bryan if there was anything else he needed. He said he didn't, thanked her, then she exited. "Sweet boy," she muttered to herself and shut the door behind her.
Bryan now sat on the edge of his bed, devouring his breakfast intensely as he continued watching the news. For some reason, he felt the chaos in the city was somehow connected to him and the lab he had escaped from. In fact, he KNEW it was all connected, and that was when he decided to involve himself. Once he finished his breakfast, he sat the tray on the floor to the right of the bed, then leaned to the left side and grabbed his Nikes. After putting them on, he made note of where the news said the current problem was. 33rd & Cincinnati. Pulling on his light blue jacket, as well as his dark jeans and white t-shirt with a lightening bolt in the middle, Bryan crossed the room to his window. He was on the third floor of the hotel, but that wasn't a problem. He could fly, remember? After watching the streets below, waiting for them to clear, Bryan took a deep breath and launched himself out of the window.
Flying through the city, Bryan made sure to stay out of sight by gliding only three feet above most building stops. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he began to question the story the news was telling. Sure, he noticed a few cop cars speeding throughout the streets, not to mention goddamn army trucks, but not much more than that. However, that could have been because Bryan wasn't exactly sure what he was searching for. A burning building? Bodies littering the streets? Something like that, maybe. Just as his hopes (and excitement) were beginning to diminish, he finally spotted a scene most curious. "Bingo," he said. The scene in question was in an alley. As he flew over and slowly began to descend into it he saw a couple of soldiers about a hundred yards north of said alley, but definitely heading in that direction. Also in the alley was a little boy. The boy seemed to be tugging at something around his neck.
Not exactly sure on how to introduce himself without scaring the living daylights out of the kid, Bryan simply said, "Hello there!" as he lowered himself from the air until his feet touched the ground. The little boy was startled. Whether he was surprised by Bryan's presence, or by the fact that he had just been flying, Bryan wasn't sure. "No need to worry. I'm not going to hurt you. What's that around your neck?" Bryan asked, and took a few steps toward the kid. To his surprise, the kid didn't run away. Bryan assumed he himself wasn't the first crazy thing the kid had seen today. As he stood in front of the boy, he crouched until he was face to face with him and used his left hand to feel the contraption around the boy's neck. To his astonishment, the thing didn't give become crushed as he tightened his grip on it. Frowning, Bryan turned his attention to the boy and spoke. "I'm... I'm going to do something that may scare you, but I promise I won't hurt you. Just don't make any sudden movements. I'm going to get this off of you, okay?" Not sure if the kid nodded or not, Bryan began to concentrate on the thick metal ring around the kid's neck. Merely seconds into it, Bryan's eyes began to turn a bright red and a red smoke began to float from his pupils. After that, the metal ring began to smoke and melt away. With his heat vision almost melted away the ring completely, Bryan gripped it with two hands and pulled. The ring made a soft pop noise and split in half. "There we go!" Bryan started, "Feel better? So, what's your name, man? Mine's Bry-" but before Bryan could finish introducing himself, a voice rose up from behind him. "Bad move, kid."
Bryan jumped and turned around sharply. He eyes fell upon a woman. She was dressed in a dark, expensive looking suit. Her hair was in a bun, and she had the brightest green eyes Bryan had ever seen. He took a step to the left, positioning himself in front of the boy. "Oh yeah? Why's that?" Bryan asked, trying to not sound even remotely worried. The woman only smiled before she advanced towards them...
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The cop called for backup and more soldiers and cops arrived. Then there were screams in the apartment building. The cops secured the stairwell and the entrances while the soldiers started to search the building. They found several houses on the 5th floor being kicked open and the occupants inside all murdered. "This is bad... The killer is here..." a soldier muttered. They knocked the doors and quickly got the other residents to leave. "Do we know what he looked like?" a soldier asked and the other soldier shrugged. The cops saw people approaching and as there were many of them, they allowed the residents to leave the building. They do not know what or who to look for.
A man managed to get the ring off Sev's neck and Sev was glad as he has heard sirens nearby. "Feel better? So, what's your name, man? Mine's Bry-" It was clear this man was not human and then another lady was in the alley. Sev's heartbeat started racing, his hands were clammy and sweating. Sev hid behind Bryan and kept absolutely silent.
Then from the other side of the alley, a few men with flashlights were coming in. "The beacon went out here... Spread out and search, be careful, they may be very dangerous." From the silhouettes, the men were armed with rifles, and they were approaching and Sev believes that they were coming for him. Sev tugged at Bryan's shirt and pointed at the approaching flashlights.
The soldiers were going from house to house evacuating people and the farmer waited in ambush on the ceiling. The farmer landed silently behind a soldier and grabbed the soldier's head and with a quick jerk, snapped his neck. The other soldier turned around and the farmer shoved his thumbs into the soldier's eyes, killing him instantly. The farmer then licked the blood off his thumbs and stripped the dead soldier.
2 more soldiers entered the apartment and the farmer now in the soldier's uniform grabbed a soldier's face and smashed it into the wall, crushing his skull. The other soldier was disarmed and the farmer choked the soldier. The soldier flailed and eventually went limp. The man vomited a black ooze into the soldier's mouth and collapsed on the ground.
The soldier woke up and drew his dagger. One by one, the soldier killed the rest of his platoon with his dagger and they did not suspect anything before getting sliced open.
Bob drove towards the apartment and saw many police cars and several army trucks. "Maybe you should stay here John. " Bob said and got out to his car and put on his additional bullet proof vest and helmet and approached the apartment. Bob saw the cops helping to evacuate some people and asked the sergeant and he heard that there were some disturbance upstairs and the soldiers were clearing the apartments and his job was to secure the perimeter.
At the rear exit in the alley, a few cops saw 2 pretty ladies climbing down the fire escape. "Someone is behind us..." the ladies said and the old cops escorted them out of the alley. The cops went up to check and saw the window on the third floor open and looked inside. A fat cop was grabbed and tossed against the wall. The other cop was pounced on and headbutted in the face by a soldier in his helmet and went limp.
An old cop returned to the alley and heard a loud thump sound and scanned around with his flashlight. He walked around a dumpster and saw 4 cops slumped on the ground and a hand covered his mouth and he was punched in the back of his head and laid on the limp cops.
Bob saw his friends helping a few pretty ladies out of the alley and they were talking about a killer behind them. So Bob followed a group of cops and returned to the alley. "Something is not right..." Bob muttered as he spotted a flashlight on the ground.
As Bob picked up the flashlight, he heard some sounds behind him and saw a man with inhuman strengths tossing the cops away and assaulting the cops. Bob reached for his gun but one of the old cops was punched so hard that the old cop flew into Bob and Bob fell on the ground and the man walked over and stomped on the old cop on Bob and everything went black.
The man in the soldier uniform exited the alley and a police sergeant asked him. "What's going on up there." The soldier grabbed the sergeant's throat and choked him silently and dragged him to the police car. A plump cop walked over and the soldier covered his mouth and rammed a few punches into his soft body and the plump cop went limp and was tossed into the police car with anyone else noticing.
Bob woke up, gasping for breadth He checked on the cops and most of them were alive. Bob quickly called for backup and staggered out of the alley and the cops noticed the unconscious sergeant and they searched around. "He may still be here. But be careful he is very dangerous."
Bob got into his car and went into the nearby alley which were dark and good for hiding. He saw a motorcycle cop arrive and nodded at the cop and searched the alley carefully.
Grey was pissed. He felt great. Amazing even. He was doing better physically than he could ever remember, but he was still pissed. This town was going to hell, like a comedic 'unintentional' Rube Goldberg in a movie, but this was much bigger and more immediate than some domino or butterfly effect.
Grey looked at himself in the mirror, still trying to wash the blood off his face. His skin had some color to it for once and he looked like someone who actually ate three meals a day as opposed to nothing. He was still tall. Still slim. He still looked like some subtlety emo teen who would rather stay home than face the world. The long black bangs covering the scar over his right eye definitely aided the image. Not to mention the dark clothes.
He didn't want to be here, and he didn't want to feel as great as he did, but he had no choice. The devil (not thee Devil), had ordered him to be here, and he could not disobey. He'd been sent here for his health and the 'treatment' was definitely working. Grey wasn't human. Not quite. What he was, was a hybrid tangled mess of the half formed ideas of 'science' and curiosity.
In the simplest words, he was a ghoul. He was a creature that needed to consume human flesh to function properly. That was the thing. Grey hated everything about it. He didn't want to be this way. He'd honestly rather be dead, but that wasn't even an option as he couldn't simply die. He fought what he was as well as he could. As he was used to the side effect of the constant aching hunger that came with being what he was, he'd often go weeks without eating man meat. This was not 'good' for him. He always looked thin, pale, and sickly due to this decision. He could still eat and run on regular food, but it wouldn't keep him properly sustained.
The devil who currently 'owned' him was growing tired of his 'shenanegans'. This devil was like a father to Grey. A father he hated and despised above all else, but was bound by devilry to obey. As a 'father' would, the devil put a stop to Grey's self-degradation.
And so, here he was, like a parasite, in some inn on the edge of this violently bleeding town, a scavenger to the carnage. So many people were dying DAILY here, that not all corpses were found and accounted for very quickly. This was no doubt the reason he was sent here. His 'father' was perfectly aware of Grey's dislike for killing people. Grey found it awfully thoughtful of a literal devil.
Done removing blood from his face, he sat himself on the bed, staring at the floor. As soon as it was dark, he'd head out again. He just hoped he'd be aloud to leave this town sooner than later.
(Ooc. Feel free to throw Grey around like a rag doll. Just don't get ridiculous.)
The farmer now in a soldier's uniform walked towards a few police cars. Moving silently behind a trooper, the farmer grabbed him in a sleeper hold. The trooper flailed silently as the farmer lifted him off the ground and slowly laid him on the ground. The farmer took the knife from the trooper's boots and approached the other troopers. He moved behind a few troopers chatting and slit the throats of 2 troopers and grabbed the remaining fat trooper. Forcing the trooper to the side of his car, the farmer placed the knife at his throat. "You got the keys?" The farmer asked and the trooper nodded as he was overpowered. The farmer grabbed the trooper's head after taking his keys and squeezed. The trooper screamed in pain and struggled helplessly as the farmer crushed his skull and tossed his lifeless corpse aside. Getting into the car, the farmer drove off.
Sev was scared, he backed off a little and teleported again and this time a few troopers spotted him and gave chase. There were also soldiers and Sev gave a good run before an old trooper bumped into him and as the others caught up, the old trooper grabbed Sev's leg and eventually subdued Sev. Sev was then escorted to a police car.
The farmer heard about the police report that Sev was arrested and drove there. There were several cops around and the farmer looked around for Sev. Spotting soldiers in a dark alley, the farmer moved over. The farmer snapped the neck of a soldier and grabbed another soldier from behind and used his rifle to choke him. The farmer then moved in the dark alley ambushing soldiers and after killing off all the soldiers, the farmer spotted another man in the alley, walking around the corpses and feeding on them. "Bottom feeders..." The farmer in the soldier uniform said and exited the alley and looked around. A Trooper approached and the farmer simply punched his throat and dragged him into the alley. The trooper choked silently before the farmer snapped his neck.
The farmer then approached the police cars and looked around. "Ah...." The farmer said as he moved behind 2 troopers and slit their throats and covered their mouths as they gurgled on the ground. "This should not be hard." The farmer said and saw Sev in a police car and approached a fat trooper outside the car. The fat trooper was shoved onto the car and the farmer covered his mouth and stabbed a knife through his vest into his heart. Twisting the knife, the fat trooper stopped struggling and the farmer looked into the car and saw Sev.
Sev screamed and phased outside the car and ran. He was scared and really tired and dizzy from using his powers and the farmer started to chase him. "Hey, get him!" The old trooper shouted and the troopers chased Sev. More sirens can be heard and Sev simply ran for his life while the troopers chased him.
The farmer followed the troopers and as they entered the alley, the farmer grabbed a trooper's head and slammed it on the wall. Then he reached 2 plump trooper and smashed their faces to a dumpster and tossed them inside. An old cop paused for breadth and the trooper covered his mouth and punched him in the back of his head and he collapsed. "What the hell..." Another trooper reached for his gun as he saw the farmer punched the trooper but the farmer simply slapped his gun aside and landed a few deadly blows into his vitals and grabbed his throat.
Sev fell and a trooper quickly grabbed him and subdued him. Sev struggled but the trooper was too strong. The trooper suddenly spotted the dead soldiers on the ground and as he looked back, he saw the farmer in the soldier uniform snapping the neck of a trooper and approaching. Sev saw the trooper draw his gun and fired a round into the soldier's armor but the soldier grabbed his gun and pulled the trooper close and crushed him with a hug.
Sev got up and ran. He could hear gunshots behind him but his adrenalin kept him propelled forward. He spotted more soldiers on the ground and saw another boy eating a soldier. "What is going on?" Sev said looking at the Ghoul in fear.