Title: Be quick or be Dead
Description: .open.
John Daniel Torrance - July 27, 2007 09:01 PM (GMT)
“Dun’ worry bud. All this is going to a good cause” John said as he dragged two large objects through the woods. It had been nightfall, and though the sun had shot out bright colors of orange and red into the sky as blue and black bordered around it. John had been out early for vampire standards, and he had looked even worse than ever. His skin naturally pale, John’s eyes had been red with veins and he had lines under his eyes from the lack of sleep. For five days John had gone without rest, and within those days he had put everything he had into study. Feeding occasionally, John rarely left his lair unless he had to, and only left during sunset so that he would not come across a vampire.
“You werewolves are truly lucky, d’ya know that? You can walk around during the day, and hunt in the night. We have to cram everything into one time, and it sucks” John continued, dragging the two figures through the trees. Then as the road got higher, John resorted to throwing them up rather than dragging. After an hour of moving, John had finally arrived at a small, burned down church that had been surrounded by trees. Walking in through the door frame, John opened up a secret passage on the floor and threw them down the stairs. Closing the passage, John stood up and looked at the path he had taken. There had been a long trail of werewolf blood following him, breaking off occasionally because of his throwing, but connecting again at a later point. The two werewolves he had killed had apparently been some low ranking members and happened to be quite young, even for a lycan. One had been in his twenties, and had only been a werewolf for a week, while the other around the teenage years, but had been born a werewolf. Because of his lack of energy, John simply put bullets into their heads to save him the trouble of fighting, and since their death, he had dragged their bodies over. It would not have been long until someone uncovered the trail and found the bodies, so John had to work quickly.
Back inside his lair, John put the two werewolves on a table and began to get to work. He had several cameras around him, taping the entire procedure as John cut open the younger werewolf and separated all the organs. Werewolves apparently had a few more organs than a human would have had, and many of the organs had been larger. Their tissues had been changed so that when the lycans became wolves, the organs would all fit. The adrenal gland had been larger, same for the heart, stomach, diaphragm, and lungs. Apparently, she had been a smoker, as there had been small clogs of nicotine in her lungs. Finishing up his autopsy, he left the body open and put the organ in different containers to preserve them.
Moving to the next body, John opened up the skull and pulled out the brain. Examining it, he had noticed that it had been a lot more compact than he had expected. Apparently, just like their organs, the brain too had been fixed so that it would fit into a wolf’s skull. Putting the brain into another one of the containers, John put it all in an air-locked box and carried it up to the church. Leaving it on the side, John went back into the lair and looked at the bodies. “Well kids, you’ve all been a big help to my research, have fun in hell” he said as he pulled out more meat hooks. Hooking them through the top of their mouths, John hung them on the ceiling and drained their blood before leaving. His lair now had only three things remaining, A table, his tools, and the werewolves, one without the top of their skull, and the other ripped open and hollow in the chest.
Grabbing the box, John walked merrily into the woods as he played around with a knife using his empty hand. The box John held, had been designed to not let out any scent and keep anything inside perfectly safe. John however, was practically bathed in the foul scent of blood, and it would have attracted a lot of attention, but John no longer cared and would have taken on anyone coming for him.
Wearing a black Misfits Thermal and blue Jeans that had been coated in blood, John continued to walk down the woods until he heard a noise, and stopped. The sound had been different from an animal sound and knew that it had to be someone else. Holding onto his knife, John prepared himself for anything.[/color]
Tamesis Richard - July 27, 2007 10:34 PM (GMT)
Isis wandered through the forest, still her favourite place, always would be, she expected. It had been just under a week ago since she had last been in it, and her limp was starting to wear off, although she hard started walking around more in her wolf state anyway. The wound itself had healed the day after, but she had still had the bits of metal that Dani had shoved through her foot as make do stitches. She would have to pull the bits out later, that should be interesting.
She had now travelled into a part of the forest she did not know. The scent of the trees was not familiar, although.. What was that? Blood. From her 'kind' too, she followed the scent, and it lead her deeper into the trees. She gained speed as she followed it and transformed back when she sensed that she was near to the source. Peeking out from around a tree, she tried to get a better look at the person she had been following, before he knew that she was there.
He was carrying a case, and his clothes were drenched in blood. Vampire? Typical. She stepped around the side of the tree, raising her eyebrow at him, she really shouldn't be throwing herself into a possibly dangerous situation, but yeah, she didn't care, not many people did. Not ones that she knew anyway. She'd get out of it, and if she didn't then she wouldn't be alive to feel anything. Couldn't go wrong really.
"What've you got there?" Isis asked the man, noticing that he was holding a knife, her own was in a pocket, concealed in her trouser leg, as usual, and she could get it out if need be. Hopefully before she was stuck with a silver bulleted gun pointed at her neck, and another, less dangerous one, shoved into her kneecap with half of the bones in her foot shattered. Yeah, Isis though she waited a little too long to protect herself there.
John Daniel Torrance - July 27, 2007 10:56 PM (GMT)
Stopping his movements completely, John focused his senses to the person who was heading his way. By the sound of the footsteps, he was able to make out a lightweight, or cautious person, coming closer to him. Expecting her to come from the right, John turned around in the direction and held his knife up higher, his other arm wrapped tightly around the box. The person finally showing up in his vision, John noticed that she had been following him, most likely because of the blood. Allowing her to speak first, John kept the knife high to better protect himself. When she did not strike, John lowered his weapon a bit and looked at her. "Ah, the box...Its food....For the homeless." John lied as he looked at the box. Then facing her again, he put up a fake smile and used his skills to come up with a situation. "As ye' might be able to tell. Ts' gettin' real dark, and 'ah just wanted to help them folks who don' have a home." he continued, putting up his friendliest face. "...Now I know what you be thinkin'. Why trust a vampire? Well I sweah' I'm tellin' the truth."
Then looking down, John realized the blood on his clothes, but did not do anything to make himself show anything but fear. "...I ran into one of yer' kind a while back. He tried to kill me, but all I did was fight back! He took me to a chamber under du' burnt church up over on that hill. I...I had to kill him to get out. He was goin' to shoot me anyway" John said, making his voice shake to make him seem like he was actually scared. John's acting had been perfect, but it had to be of course, that how John did his job. Through lies, deception, and murder. Then doing the next thing that any scared person would do, he continued talking, his words slurring more and his speech speeding up. "Pl-Please ma'am, I didn' mean to. I w's just tryin' to save my own back. You believe me right? I don't mean to cause no trouble, just to get out of 'ere and live my life." he lied as his eyes began to swell up and become teary. Then John purposely dropped his knife and made his hands shake a bit. It was a chance that John had to take if he had wanted to avoid a fight.
Tamesis Richard - July 27, 2007 11:09 PM (GMT)
Isis watched the man, raising her eyebrow at him as he stuttered and shook. She didn't trust him, of course, she would never trust a vampire, not as far as she could throw them, that was the battle going on, right? Trusting the enemy would be idiotic. She nodded at him patronisingly, "Um.. yeah, I might believe you, except for one small detail.. Getting shot wouldn't kill you, m'dear.. You could have always made a run for it anyway.. Unless there was a guillotine in this church? Or maybe a butcher's knife?" she pointed out. Sure, it would hurt, but still, he would be alive, and well within around a day, so why would he be worrying that much? It just didn't fit.
She realised then, that if he had killed one of the wolves, then there possibly would have to be one of those weapons where they were. And, since that was unlikely, the man must have killed them with silver. She wondered if he had still got the weapon on him, and then decided that she couldn't have asked herself a more idiotic question if she'd tried. Of course he did, they were in the forest, full of predators, and, of course the pair of them didn't have to worry about most of them, they still needed protection from the ones they did. Isis folded her arms, looking at him as he dropped his knife. Well, that was stupid, she could have just picked it up if she had wanted to, she didn't, of course, just incase he did have a gun on him, it would be suicide to get that close.
"Going into the soup kitchen covered in blood, are you?" Isis questioned "Might scare the locals a bit..", giving a small snort of laughter, it was beginning to become her trademark. It wasn't even a snort either, more of a backward laugh.. Although somewhere along the line her nose got involved, it wasn't one of the disgusting ones, she wouldn't lower herself to that. But still, she didn't guffaw, cackle, or chuckle, she did that. Rather odd really.
John Daniel Torrance - July 27, 2007 11:29 PM (GMT)
"Y-You werewolves are very well prepared...He strapped me to the wall and cocked the gun at m'eye. Sure I wouldn' have died, but you get shot in the eye, it dun' grow back..." he explained as he held the box a bit closer. "N' I dunno' how I did it, but I slipped free and b-broke his neck..." John lied, continuing his disguise as a wimp vampire. Then taking a small step back, John switched the box from one hand to the other and looked at her.
"...O-oh, 'dem folks at the place wont mind. The guys workin' in the back are all vampires anyway. But don' misjudge them now cause they're vampires. Some of us are real good people, y'all just think we're bad because we drink blood. Well some of us drink animal blood, like some of ye' wolves eat animals." Then John paused, remembered the werewolf he had just drained. Surely she had not picked up the lycan blood in his breath, not with it being mixed with all the scents around them. But just to make sure that he was safe, John naturally lowered one hand and slid it into his jean pockets. There had been a small gun with silver bullets. The outline of the gun had been covered by his thermal and John did not have to worry, but still he needed to pull it and shook it at the right time if he was to avoid injury. "So whats a pretty lady like ye' doin' way out here?...Hopefully not to feed?" John asked with a fake hint of fear.
Tamesis Richard - July 27, 2007 11:45 PM (GMT)
Isis laughed, once again he really did need to watch what was coming out of that mouth of his. Strapped him to the wall> Strapped? What, so there just happened to be handles on the wall in which something could be tied to? Or perhaps the wolf had brought some nails and a hammer? Oh, that excuse might have worked too, if only he had said that the wolf had held him to the wall, that would have been more convincing. Isis decided not to point out this mistake however, she could probably pick holes in everything he said, and, of course, it would be pointless to play a game of word pinball. Throwing back excuses and flaws, way too boring. She took a step closer, although careful not to get too close, she still wanted some free space to scarper if she needed to, although that wouldn't be her first instict anyway. Isis uncrossed her arms, picked at a loose bit of nail on her forefinger, crack her knuckles a bit before crossing her arms again. May as well be relaxed. He hadn't pulled any weapons on her yet, that was always a good thing, although she didn't know how long it would last.
"Why would I judge you for drinking blood?" she asked, slightly hypocritical considering her kind mauled things to eat as a snack. The vampires could keep it clean if they wanted to, just because most of them didn't, it didn't mean that it bothered her. "Where you get the blood means nothing to me, as long as it's not from me.." she stated. Although she did feel slightly protective of the rest of her kind, she wouldn't really worry herself too much if he got to them, it was just a part of life, she had learnt this ages ago. No-one cared about her, and she was rather happy to return the favour.
Isis sniffed as she was asked a question, giving a small shrug, "Don't worry, I'm not usually picky, but your kind disgust me.. You're safe as long as you don't do anything stupid." she told him with a raise of her eyebrow, "If you can manage that..", she added as an afterthought.
"Although.." Isis thought, tapping her chin with two of her fingers, alternating them. She could have some fun, he was a vampire after all, maybe she could get some target practise. Although, there was always the possibility that he did have a gun with silver bullets hidden away, so she would not act on these thoughts until she knew it was pretty much safe. She valued her life.
John Daniel Torrance - July 28, 2007 12:13 AM (GMT)
Looking around, John noticed the sky getting darker and fidgeted a little. Time had been running out and John had to get moving if he had wanted everything to go as planned. Taking another small step backwards, John kept a careful watch on her but then looked up at the sky again. "...Its getting late..." John muttered to himself as he looked up. Then pulling his hand out of the pocket with the gun, john held the box with both hands and looked at her curiously. "I should really be going now..."[/color he said with another step back. But before John moved any further, he heard her voice trail off and stopped. [color=darkslategray]"...Although what?" John asked in a worried, but curious tone.
"...You were going to shoot me? Attack me? Y-you were going to, weren't you!" John said in the same wimpy voice as before, only this time he applied some more anger and fear. Then he took a few more steps backwards, keeping a careful eye on the girl. John of course knew what to do if he had been attacked. Drop the box and shoot. The vampire had no conscious, enjoyed murder, and had been armed with silver bullets. But of course, John would have tried to avoid fighting till the very end for he valued the things inside the box. Then taking another step back, John prepared to run if she was to attack him. "You werewolves are all the same. Even thinking about attacking an unarmed victim."
Tamesis Richard - July 28, 2007 12:35 AM (GMT)
As the vampire stepped backwards, Isis stepped forwards, she wasn't going to let him leave yet. He still had a lot of explaining to do, like why he was such a lying little snivelling bit of vermin, and wouldn't just tell her the truth. It wouldn't be hard, he knew that she wouldn't kill him, she had told him that his kind disgusted her. So why try and go anyway? He obviously had a prior engagement, and now Isis wanted to know what. She knew that she would probably not get this piece of information out of him, but it really didn't hurt to try.
She looked him in the eye as he was speaking, trying to pick apart lies from truth, and although she was pretty talented at lying herself, she had never been very good at telling when someone else was. She knew most of the crap he spoke was lies, of course, it was way too far fetched, and full of snags and mistakes. But some of it might give her a clue to what he was trying to do.
Isis laughed again, "Unarmed?! Please, you were carrying a knife.." she pointed out, looking pointedly at the weapon as the metal glinted in the moonlight, "Do you honestly expect me to believe that you threw your only weapon into the mud?" she asked him, knowing that it really was a stupid thing to do when you were face to face with your enemy. He was amusing her though, so he couldn't be all bad, he was putting on quite a show. "And, you have the means to kill me.. Or did you just happen to leave your gun in the church?" she asked him, hoping that he might have run out of bullets. She didn't let any fear show on her face though, she was good at lying, she had to be with her current predicament.
She took another step forward, glaring at him, "Don't insult my intelligence.. I know it's not food you're carrying there, and I know that you would not have to have killed those wolves just for self defense. Don't pretend like you didn't enjoy doing it, we're not that different, me and you.. Just I have more self respect.." she spat, still keeping her distance incase he did pull the gun out, she needed enough space to be able to dodge, "I would never snivel in front of someone, just to get away.. That shows true cowardice.." she added, knowing that she was pushing it, but didn't particularly care, she hadn't had a good go at someone for a while. The expression on her face as she spoke showed that of pure disgust, prooving her earlier claims, she looked as though she was looking at something very unpleasant. As if she would be quite happy to pick the think off the edge of the table and squish it between her thumb and forefinger, but this was not a bug she was talking to. It was a vampire, and that was worse.
John Daniel Torrance - July 28, 2007 01:29 AM (GMT)
He had done it. John had blown the disguise long before he had even knowing it. Sighing, John slowly put the box down in front of him and looked at her. "I wasn't trying to run away you fool. I was trying to avoid needless violence. More self-respect? Call it what you want, but you know nothing. Here, open it" John said in a serious voice as he kicked the box over to her. The box slid on the ground and landed in front of her feet. "...And its not murder I enjoy my dear, its pain. The pain I bring to my victims, the look on their face as I rip out an ear, or hang them on a hook. That pained, and scared look they all give as I cut off a limb, and open up their stomach. You, don't know anything..." he said.
Inside the box, had been the organs of one of the Lycans. The heart, the lungs, everything had been inside the box. Though frozen, all the organs had been clearly visible and john had wanted her to see it all. "I don't want to fight you, you'd die on me too fast. Now, I've got loads of silver bullets on me, and I'm ready to load them all on you if you try to attack me" Jon said as he quickly slid out his 9mm and cocked it. John however, did not point it at her, but just kept it at his side, his finger hovering over the trigger. "Now I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you make me. Just pass back that box, and I'll be gone from here." he said calmly as he waited for her.
Tamesis Richard - July 28, 2007 01:55 AM (GMT)
Isis frowned at him, ignoring the fact that he had contradicted himself as well, he wanted to avoid needless voilence but loved to see pain on someone's face? Plus, if he went around shooting people with silver bullets there wouldn't be much pain to see, they would die within moments, that was no fun. He could at least keep his knife on him to poke his victims a few times beforehand, a knife deep in the gut always brought up quite a satisfying pained look upon a person, plus it slowed them down, meaning that he could get the rest over with without much trouble. Isis shook her head, she was talking to herself about the shoddy job she thought this vampire was doing when killing her own kind. She had lost it, she must have.. Shame she couldn't do the same with them, she couldn't really carry the means in which to kill them around, it was all down to timing and location, and at this moment she had neither.
Isis eyed him suspiciously as he kicked the box over to her, it was not fragile then, otherwise he would have just lost the thing that he had spent so long to protect. She leaned down over it, sliding her own knife out of her pocket as she did so, holding it out in front of her, just incase. It was absolutely nothing compared to what he was holding in his hand, but she was rather skilled with it, even if she did say so herself. Her knife was like her baby, Isis had had it for years, and it had sort of moulded to fit her hand, and worked well. She scorned herself for the amount of cheese in that sentence, but then glanced back at the box.
She tried to keep her eyes on the vampire for as long as possible, fixing him with a steely glare, making sure that he did not lift the gun. She flipped the box open with her free hand, and opened the lid, taking a look inside.
The contents of the box were gruesome, and she blinked, having to close her eyes, she let this last not much longer than a millisecond though, because she thought it idiotic to show any weakness around a person who could kill you within seconds. Besides, she hadn't really expected much better of the cretinous being that stood before her, so she had been prepared for something like that. Isis had gotten pretty used to the look of things like this anyway, it was part of her daily routine, after all; rip creature/person to bits, eat creature/person, she was just not used to the concept of keeping the organs.
Isis stood slowly, the knife still held in front of her defensively, staering at the vampire, "This is what you've been hiding? What is it, some sort of experiment? Trying to find out another way to kill us?" she queried, again, not expecting the answer, but if he did, then she wasn't complaining.
"I'm awfully sorry, but I'm afraid that I'm not going to be able to let you do that.." she said, kicking the box over and letting the contents fall out onto the floor. She took a step forward, standing onto them, and dug her heel around, squashing the organs into the dirt. It was much easier to kill a wolf than a vampire as it was, she couldn't let people find new ways on top of that. And even if that wasn't his plan, she had to stop him anyway, just incase.
"I'm quite glad to say that I do believe I have the upper hand," she told him, before shrugging, "Well, if you are correct and I would die quickly, anyway, less pain, right? Feel free to try." she smirked. Isis really was an idiot when she wanted to be, she had been in the same position last week, and it had left her with god knows how many broken bones and a lot of wire protruding from her foot, as well as a nice big chunk taken out of her shoulder. She did, however, know what she was doing, and had gone past caring about the pain that she received from guns, or knives. It was all too boring, people needed to be more creative. That kind of pain was only temporary, she could look forward to when it would be over, and that gave her the patience to not top herself and be done with it.
Isis waited for his reply, the reaction she was expecting was that of indifference, telling her that he did not care that half of his research had just been squashed into the dirt and was now fertilising daffodils. She wasn't entirely sure if he would be being serious or not though, she would have to wait and see.
John Daniel Torrance - July 28, 2007 02:23 AM (GMT)
John watched as she crushed the organs under her feat. All John had felt after seeing that had been anger and frustration. Just a few seconds ago, John had little time to waste around, but all of the sudden, John had all the time in the world to crush the girl. Given the previous situation, John would have shot out the entire clip of silver bullets onto the girl to avoid ruining the experiment. Now, John wanted to make her suffer. As he pointed the gun at her, the vampire used his open hand to pull out three thin meat hooks from his pocket and held then between the fingers as he made a fist.
"You have no idea of the hell that awaits you little Lync." John said as he ran towards her, his gun ready to fire. Then after the first few steps, John fired the silver bullets, not at the head, but at her lower torso and upper legs. John's normal procedure had been a simple one. Immobilize and torture. From what he had known, a silver bullet to anywhere but a Lycan's head, would have meant a lot of things. Not only from the pain of the shot would they be hurt, but also from the reaction to silver, and it would have burned them. The normal healing process would not work until the silver had been removed, and even then the victim would have to wait a few days to get the silver off the blood stream for it to heal.
Unloading half his clip, John used his amazing speed to aim and shoot her while moving at the same time. Out of bullets, John heard the faint clicking from the gun and unloaded the clip. Making sure that he was never vulnerable, John moved as he loaded the new clip and cocked the gun again.
Then the scene resumed as John began to shoot his gun again, aiming for the same place as before. "You know what? I wont kill you. I'll just torture you and let you live. I'll make sure that you remember what I did to you, I'll make sure that I scar you for life." John yelled, his voice barely audible under the gunfire.
Out of bullets again, John knew that he had one clip left, and instead of loading again, he dropped the empty clip and slid the gun back into his pocket. Now left to his meat hook, John pulled out more from his pocket and now both his hands had held three thin meat hooks. "You just had to do it. You just had to. All I had wanted to do, was to create the ultimate Lycan, but do you know what you did!?" he yelled as he walked towards her, ready to use the meat hooks at any given moment.
Tamesis Richard - July 28, 2007 12:07 PM (GMT)
Isis kept watching him, she had the habit of daring people to kill her or cause her severe amounts of pain, it was really a habit that she should get out of, before she did end up dead. Although, the severe amounts of pain thing's ship had sailed. While keeping one eye on the gun, the other darted to the meat hooks that he was now taking out of his pocket. Now what? Was she going to end up like the others? Organs in a box? Was he going to rip her to little pieces so that he could replace the research that she had destroyed?
Now he came at her, firing, Isis shouted her surprise, and tried to jump out of the way, if it was even possible to dodge that many bullets. He wasn't a bad shot either. Much to Isis' dismay. However, she did manage to dodge a lot of them, only one or two hitting her side. Isis let out a strangled scream, why the hell did she get herself into these situations?! Why couldn't she just keep her big mouth shut?
She pulled herself up, taking another two bullets to the leg as she did so, giving another yelp of pain, her breath catching in her throat, making it hard for her to breath, but thankfully still possible. By now he had stopped shooting, but was now coming towards her with the hooks. Isis tried to focus her eyes on him, while maintaining the volume she was currently in, rather than screaming out, yet again.
"Scar me for life? Been there.. done that.. Threw the T-shirt out.." she said, wobbling slightly on her feet, she had at least four bullets encrusted into her left side at this particular moment, and the loss of blood was starting to dizzy her a bit. It was an idiotic thing to say, but she had nothing to lose, only her life, and that would mean that the pain she was currently in would stop. He had already told her that he wouldn't kill her anyway.
She leaned on a tree to her right, snickering slightly with a smirk playing around her lips, ever few moments she'd waver, and trip a little. If a person could not see the blood that was now leaking through her clothes, they might have thought she was drunk. "And why.. why would you want to create 'the ultimate lycan', eh? How would that help you?" she asked curiously, keeping her grip on the bark of the tree so that she could keep balanced. Isis put her hand to one of her wounds, and brought it up, covered in the 'crimson liquid' that everybody talked about so much, she wiggled her fingers around, before saying "Isn't this what you live for?.. Hurting us? Causing us pain?" she questioned, giving a small laugh, and dropping her hand back to her side. "What would you want to create the ultimate lycan for? Self mutilation to the extreme, huh? Re-recreating your enemy, or would you pre-prefer to turn it on us?" she pointed out, really not understanding his logic.
The pain of her wounds took over for a minute, and she slumped around the tree, letting out an agonised yell. She stood there for a moment, trying to regain her breathing pattern, she probably looked extemely insane, but hey, looking like she hadn't lost her mind was not really high on Isis' priorities at this particular moment in time, she was a little too busy trying not to pass out while the big bad vampy boy came at her with meat hooks. She pushed herself up to stand straight again, still keeping her gaze on the man in front of her. She looked pointedly at the meat hooks,
"What are you gonna do, huh?.. Hang me up and.. and leave me here to rot... or for some unsuspecting little human to co-come and stumble accross me? .. Whicever comes f-first?" she gave another little laugh again. Trying to imagine the scene if someone was walking along and saw her hanging from a tree and a nice stain on the grass beneath her, where she had been bleeding for god knows how long, the hooks lodged into her jaw and her eyes wide open, unblinking and dead. No, that wasn't his plan, he said that he hadn't wanted to kill her.. He had other plans, chuck her into the church and lock her in there for a day or two before letting one of her pack know? Throwing her into a lake and making her swim back with the bullets lodged into her side? The possibilities were endless.
John Daniel Torrance - July 28, 2007 12:41 PM (GMT)
This had been one of the situations that John would never have been able to come over. He could have killed hundreds of people in his anger, but he knew that the sadness and frustration of losing his project would have never dispersed. For days he would have gone out to pick up a human by the neck and crust bone bone by while he was still alive, but there would have been no satisfaction.
His weapons at hand, John crept over to the wounded Lycan with an angry look on his face. Stopping when he was not too far from her, John held the hooks by his side and waited. John no longer cared who knew. It had no longer mattered anyway, not many would have believed the story anyway, and the few who did would have been insane or deaf. "I hope you understand that Lycans are NOT MY ENEMY! Genocide is not what I'm looking for, and neither is self-mutilation." he explained as he took another step forward. "...I take pride in my coven, yes, but don't think for a second that I'm out to kill Lycans. No. I'm out to kill anyone. I drain blood from vampires, lycans, and humans." John continued as he took another step.
Then John stopped his words there, he did not want to say anymore out in the open. "...No little lync, I wont lock you up somewhere or hang you up. I'll do just as I promised." he said as he got even closer to her, his weapons still at his side, not wanting to attack yet. If he had captured her, John would have kept to his word and would not have killed her. The vampire would have given her three meals a day, and would not have fed from her. He actually would have treated her better than most of the vampires he had known, if it had not been for the torturing he would have done. "I'm going to torture you until I'm satisfied. Then I'll let you heal, but torture you again. See, I'm not looking to kill you, so I would need you to be healthy. But done worry...At some point in your life, I'll let you go..."
Finally, John made a dash at her and aimed to grab her by the neck. Not to choke her, just to hold her down while he moved her. Then following his other hand, John aimed to push a hook into her arm, just to further limit her movements.
Tamesis Richard - July 28, 2007 01:24 PM (GMT)
Isis stayed by the tree as the vampire walked towards her, she still didn't know his name, but that was fine by her, as she wasn't planning on telling him hers anytime soon. If he didn't know who she was then he wouldn't be able to track her, or, at least, it would be more difficult for him to track her. He did not even know what pack she was in, although she supposed he would have guessed by now. It wasn't that difficult. Unless he suspected her of being a rogue, she nearly was one, of course, but then had become a part of the courroucé instead.
When he next spoke he told her about where he got his blood, and Isis spent a moment or two pondering about the fact that half of the blood he drank would not really be the blood of the creature he was feasting on's.. Vampires and lycans, both took in creature's blood, some humans even did.. So that would go into their bloodstream, would that mean that the blood he was drink was not even theirs? Even what she ate, she also took in blood, among other things, she had to to kill the prey, was not really the blood of the person that she had gotten it from.. It was an odd thought really, in 'the circle', that she knew so well, everyone shared blood.. She gave a small shudder, wondering the blood of what scum was now travelling through her veins, before looking back at the vampire.
Isis decided not to point out the fact that he had contradicted himself, once again. First he had said that lycans were not his enemy, but then he said that he killed them, and Isis was pretty sure that they weren't ver fond of him when he went around carrying meat hooks and shooting them. What he should have said was that lycans were not his first priority, or that they weren't his only enemy and therefore he wouldn't spend time focusing on them. For all Isis knew, however, he could be making a small army, of the 'ultimate' beings made from each of the species. Maybe he was just confused, bless.
"Then do enlighten me, vampire. But what would this u-ultimate lycan do?.. Just s-sit there and look pretty?.. Give you a power r-rush?.. Pride?" Isis asked, her voice wavering from the weakness that the loss of blood gave her. Usually she tried to hide weakness, but he had got her with silver, it was slightly hard not to show it. At least the bullet had not hit any vital organs, Isis was pretty sure that she would know if it had. She did wonder what he had been plotting, of course, but once again, did not expect an answer, it would be stupid to trust her with it.
He approached her again, the meat hooks still glinting dangerously between his fingers, she wondered for a moment how he concealed them all in what looked like two pockets, he must have a concealed one, like her own. Isis then realised that she was still holding her own knife, although it was slightly pointless to use it now, she could barely stand. So she lifted it, showing the vampire that she was putting it away, and lowered it slowly back into the concealed pocket, "Tell me, do you enjoy torture as much if the victime is not fighting back?" she asked him, still leaning on the tree. Not really having anything better to do.
She laughed at the 'some point in her life' thing, how long was he expecting to keep her? She had a good hundred and fifty years left before she reached old age. Surely he would get bored by then? Isis wondered for a moment whether or not she would be able to escape the place he was planning on imprisoning her in. She couldn't be bothered to fight back right now, or try and run, but could she take the chance of been locked up for god knows how long with him shoving the meat hooks through various parts of her skin?
The vampire rushed forward, making to grab Isis' throat, and she found herself being smacked back into the tree, his hand holding her in place and choking her a little. She struggled to breath, making a little choking sound and raising her hand to pull his away a little, she wasn't planning on running away, not when he was right in front of her with god knows how many more weapons hidden on his person, but she needed to breath, so she loosened his grip a little on her neck.
He lifted the meat hook, and Isis saw that in a few moments it would be cutting through the flesh in her arm, she closed her eyes, trying to brace herself, but still, when he pushed it through, she still jumped a little, making her throat push further into his hand, causing it to be even more difficult to breath. She wretched a little, before taking long breaths, trying to regain the pattern. They were slightly forced, and she continued trying to loosen his grip with her free hand, while she tried not to move the other one, that would just cause her more pain, and she had enough of that for now. Her vision was clouding again, and she found it hard to focus, she couldn't really think about much, other than the fact that there was a searing pain coming from three large points on her body.
She wondered what he would do when he discovered the make do metal stitches that were still in her foot, she had been planning to pull them out later that night, but would he prefer to rip them out? This was the problem, there were too any ways in which he could cause her pain.. And as she was trapped there, she couldn't help but think of more every minute.
John Daniel Torrance - July 28, 2007 08:27 PM (GMT)
It was funny watching his victims stutter. Be it from fear or pain, John just liked to seem them being affected by whatever he had been doing. But this one had just the right kind of tone to not only piss John off, but to make him amused. Now holding her up by the neck, John made sure that he was not pressing on her wind pipe, but grabbing her by the jaw and the back of the neck. This way, she would have been able to breathe but talking would have just caused her more pain. After he had stuck the first hook on her arm, John stood still for a moment to enjoy her suffering. Using the hooks on the hand he had held her by, John folded his hand in a way so that the hooks scratched into the back of her neck.
"...What would this ultimate lycan do? Well advance the race of course. Perfect these killers so that they're immune to silver, to disease. Make them so that they can live longer, healthier, stronger lives." John explained as he used his open hand to insert three hooks into her arm. One on the shoulder, another on the upper arm, and the last one on the lower arm. Making sure that his hooks pierced through most of the muscles on the arm, John checked his pockets for any more hooks. "Well it seems that the butcher has run out of hooks. I guess I'll just have to carry you around by the neck, unless of course, you have another suggestion?" John said mockingly, knowing that talking would have only hurt her neck.
Pulling her off the tree, John used his strength to hold her up as he slid the gun out of his pocket. Searching for the last clip, John slid the empty gun into the pocket with the clip, and after a few tries, he had gotten it in. Cocking the gun with his mouth, John kept a close watch on the girl as he did so. "Now now, I enjoy torture as long as the victim is feeling pain. Their resistance only makes me angry..." he replied as he slowly moved back to the fall box with her still up on his hand. Remembering about the experiment, John thought about using the girl as a part of his plan to advance the Lycans.
His gun pointed at her, John dropped the girl and looked at her. "Move, or I'll just shoot and get it over with." John ordered coldly as he held the gun up with both hands. He had not expected her to move of course, but in the chance that she did, John would have led her blindfolded into another one of his labs. "Just keep moving, and I will cause you little to no pain. In fact, do as I tell you to and you'll become the strongest Lycan there is. Now, move." It had been foolish of course, to take an experiment by force. Sooner or later, it would have ended up like one of those horror movies where they break loose and kill the doctor. However, John had greater plans for her than just experiments.
After making the next advancement in Lycans, John planned to turn himself into one as well...
Tamesis Richard - July 28, 2007 09:09 PM (GMT)
Isis kept her free hand gripped to his, even after he had adjusted his grip so that she could breath, she had to hold herself up too, otherwise as if it felt her head would get ripped off from her body because of it's weight. Your body was seven times as large as your head, did that mean it weighed seven times larger too? Still, it wasn't pleasant, so Isis avoided it, shame that she wasn't smart enough to avoid these idiot vampires. It would save her a lot of grief.
A sharp pain went through her neck as he scraped the blades of the meat hooks along her skin, and she closed her eyes, taking another sharp breath. She probably would have cried, what with the hooks, and the bullets, and the fact that she was trapped on a tree, but she was in the presence of a vampire, so that was out of the question. So she kept her eyes tight shut, not allowing any tears to fall.
"W-.." she had been about to ask him about why the heck he would want to make an indestrucable lycan, when the pain cut her off. Isis didn't understand his logic. If they, we, whatever, were his prey, why would he want them to be harder to kill? Wouldn't that just make life more difficult for him? She supposed, if he succeeded, then she would find out why, but that was only if she didn't end up being part of the experiment herself.
He started pushing more hooks into her, and Isis let out another strangled scream, closing her eyes tightly again, this time tears threatening to spill. She jerked a little each time another hook pierced her arm, and let out a yell. This guy was demented, but she wouldn't say that out loud, he would find it as a compliment, she expected.
As the last hook went in, and the vampire started to talk to her, Isis opened her eyes, glaring at him from over his fist. [color=deepskyblue]"N-no.."
she forced out, coughing and gulping as she watched him, she had lost feeling to her lower half, and she still had to blink heavily every so often so that her vision didn't go cloudy.
The vampire lifted her off the tree and started to reload his gun, Isis blinked, was he going to kill her? Had he changed his mind? Why was he loading the gun? She fell to the floor as he dropped her, groaning i pain again as the hooks got caught between her and the ground, causing them to press further into her flesh. She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, wincing again as she did so.
The vampire told her to move,
"W-why? .. where?" she asked, rubbing her forehead with the hand at the end of the arm that only had one hook in it, on the shoulder, whereas the other had three, spread about. Then, he told her about becoming the strongest lycan, she gave another one of her snort-laughs, or whatever you would call them, before looking at him,
"What? .. You.. you're going to chop me up and sh-shove me into this ultimate ly-lycan of yours?" she asked, not trusting him for a moment, but he did have a gun pointing at her head, and he was rather a good aim.
Isis tried to push herself back up further, to stand and move, although she hadn't decided whether or not it would be to run for safety, or to listen to what the vampire said. However, she didn't need to decided, because before she was even standing at her full height, Isis wobbled a little and full back to the ground, groaning again. Her eyes had clouded over once more, and she was threatening to pass out from the loss of blood, she couldn't do that though, it would make herself way too vulnerable for her liking, at least when she was awake she could throw some insults, and maybe get in a few jabs with her knife.
She lay on the floor, trying not to pass out, all she could see were the vampire's feet, blood staining all of the bottom of her trousers. She wondered whether or not some of it was hers, considering he had shoved four meat hooks through various parts of her arms, and had shot her in the side and in the stomach. She expected some of it would be.
"I c-can't.." she mumbled, not moving.
John Daniel Torrance - July 28, 2007 10:01 PM (GMT)
John watched in disappointment and anger as she failed to stand up. ”…You’re so weak…” John said angrily as he looked down at her, covered in her own blood. Then for a while, John just stood there to watching her suffer. Though he had expected some sort of satisfaction to come out of this, none came, and this only angered the vampire. Kneeling down, John turned his head a bit to get a better look at her, then shook his head gently. ”…Pathetic. I’ve met humans tougher than you.” he insulted as he stood back up and looked down at her. Crossing his arms, John spat to the side and pointed the gun at her head.
For a second, John had actually considered killing her just for being weak. Then thinking, John took a few more steps to pick up the knife that he had dropped earlier, and walked back to the girl. Then kneeling down once again, he flipped open the knife and quickly cut her thigh and closed the blade, letting the blood drip down from the wound. ”You sure lost a lot of blood, haven’t you? I guess its only a matter of time until you bleed to death” he said with a laugh, sliding the knife into his jean pockets as he watched her. Then for the next minute or so, John stood a few feet from her to let her bleed. The knife had cut deep into her quadriceps and would have prevented her from standing up or walking. The three hooks had been placed so that the arm would have been hard and painful to use. Now she had been left with her head as the only part of her body John did not injure.
The vampire had planned to let her bleed until she had fainted, then take her body to the hideout. It had been a risky move and there had been several things that could have gone wrong with his plan. For one, another vampire or wolf could have come to him by following the scent, or she could have died on the way there. Still John took the chance and allowed her to bleed. After a minute or two, John walked back to her and picked her up off the ground and threw on in his shoulder to better carry her. Pulling out his gun just incase, John held to up and prepared to shoot if something came out or if the girl had attacked him.
As he prepared to leave the forest, John had though carefully about himself and his motives. He had more than hundred years left in his life, and John thought about how much of his time he had been willing to give up for this. Surely a few centuries, but had he been like those other people? The ones who had constantly pushed themselves to achieve what they had wanted to? Then brushing away the thoughts, John slowly began to walk through the path leading out of the woods.
Tamesis Richard - July 28, 2007 10:30 PM (GMT)
Isis looked up, glaring at him as he called her weak, how dare he? Had he ever tried being in this situation?! He porbably never actually fought, the coward, spent all his time chasing people with meat hooks. The only weapon Isis carried with her was her knife, unless she thought the journey would be particularly dangerous, and yet here he was, with what? Six weapons, six against one, which she hadn't even used. And he called her weak and pathetic.
Isis had just been about to stand up and prove him terribly wrong, when he cut another slash in her leg, deep too, she let out yet another groan, and her hand went down to the wound, she wouldn't be able to stand now, she had had a limp in the first place, and she couldn't drag herself, not with the hooks in her arm, so she was stuck. Would he let her bleed to death? He was making threats about it, would Isis really care? She'd get herself out of this situation, she always managed to, however long it took her.
After a moment her vision started to cloud again, and before long, around ten minutes or so, Isis passed out. She didn't feel the vampire lift her, or carry her through half of the woods. However, after half an hour or so had passed, she woke up, an looked around at her surroundings, careful not to move anything other than her eyes as he carried her.
Her shoulder was balanced on his, causing the hook to be pressed deeper. This time Isis did let a few tears of pain escape, after all, he couldn't see her. She looked around, and sniffed, they were in a part of the forest that she did not know, and there was nothing that could tell her how to return to the cove. Great, how could you make a quick getaway when you didn't know which way to run? Isis supposed she could try to jump up a tree or something, but as she could barely stand, that idea was out the window.
Isis frowned, before a bulb went off in her head, one arm was trapped, in between herself and the vampire, but the one with the hooks on was free, she slipped it down into her pocket and pulled out her knife, making sure not to give any sign that she was awake.
She then lifted the knife and dig it down deep into the vampire's back, give him a taste of his own medicine, she thought. Although, it was nothing compared to what he did to her, she twisted the knife around, making the wound she had made bigger, before pulling it out, if she was going to get flung away, she wanted to have the knife with her, it was like her baby.
((Thought I'd give it a try.. :P))
John Daniel Torrance - July 28, 2007 10:58 PM (GMT)
Carrying the dead weight through the woods, John had not gone long before he had been attacked. Without him noticing it, the girl he had been carrying had pulled out a knife and stabbing him in the back. John’s body reaching by stumbling forward, but before he was able to do anything else, she twisted the knife and pull it out of him. Falling down to his knees from the pain, John dropped the girl in front of him and used his hands to keep his body up. Trembling slightly from the pain, John managed to standup and stretched an arm back to feel the wound. It had been a deep stab that had hit between his ribs and into his spleen. The stab had fully covered his black shirt in blood, and John had felt the warmth of the liquid on his back.
After throwing her to the ground, John pulled out his gun and shot at her legs without hesitation. John could have of course, shot at her head and killed her right away, but something in him made him want to make her suffer. Perhaps it had been the anger that John had tried so hard to hold down, but whatever it had been, John used it to better his aim and shoot. Unloading his entire clip, John grabbed the gun by the barrel and held up the butt of the gun to use as a blunt weapon. Instead of directly striking her, John threw the gun at her with all his strength on the uninjured side of his body.
Blood still dripping down his back, John slowly stumbled over to her, reaching for the hooks that he had put in, so that he may rip them out of her skin. John had not been looking to just slide the hooks out so that he may use it again, but instead wanted to pull at them to cause her even more pain.
The pain John felt from the stab had reminded him of the reckless days during the war. In order to conceal his identity as a vampire, John had to pull the bullets out on his own, treat all of his own wounds, and had to drink blood from the dead. Though these times had toughened him up mentally and physically, John had not been ready for this kind of pain again. Of course he had been stabbed before, but this time he had been too close to death. The numb feeling he normally would have felt had a delayed effect and did not kick in for a while, limiting John’s movements even further. Still, he had the same accuracy and speed as before with his legs and approached her with full speed to try and attack the meat hooks.
Tamesis Richard - July 29, 2007 10:42 PM (GMT)
When the vampire dropped her, Isis rolled a few yards across the grass before turning and looking back at him. He looked hurt, good. He deserved it. "Aww.. lickle vampy go-got a booboo, has h-he?" she teased, glad that she had finally got some payback, even if it was almost nothing compared.
The vampire started shooting at her legs again, and now Isis screamed louder, she had made him angry now, she could tell.. Obviously. But still, she had to get out, and at least now she was out of his grip. The Vampire threw his gun at her, and Isis shielded her head, he was a lunatic.
After the gun had hit her arms, causing what would probably end up as a bruise to add to Isis' slowly growing list of injuries, she picked it up and tossed it back at him, aiming for his chest. However, the vampire was now running towards her, Isis shuffled back, trying to stand up to get out of there. But she stumbled, the loss of blood had weakened her.
She tried to pull out the hooks before he had got to her, knowing that he wasn't going to be gentle, she managed to get the one on her lower arm out, screaming as she did so, but he was getting nearer ever second, she flung the hook at him, hoping it would hit but not exactly aiming properly, she was already trying to get the next hook out, she was still yelling in pain.
John Daniel Torrance - July 30, 2007 05:03 PM (GMT)
The steel gun had his John directly on the chest, and though he had been a vampire the object had still hurt him. Not even bothering to catch the gun, John continued to chase after the Lycan. With every step that he took, John felt the wound getting a little bit worse. Then as he got closer to her, she threw the meat hook back at John and it pierced through his abdomen. Ironically, the meat hook had been John's signature weapon for years now, and he spent a lot of his free time just making and sharpening the tools. Though most would have considered the hooks crude and ineffective, John found them to be better than any sword or gun.
When John had been human, he was a skinner. He and his father had spent many nights out in the woods, setting up traps and hunting down animals while cutting them up during the day. It had been during this time that John learned the many techniques to using cutlery. Because none of the sharp tools that he used had been swords, John now had a better time handling knives and household objects, explaining his love for the butcher knife.
Sliding out the small knife that he had in his pocket, John opened it and held it up. His thumb pushing down at the base of the blade, the vampire got ready to cut her as soon as she came in reach. Without a word, he returned to his chase, no longer aiming to pull the hooks out, but to just kill her. The meat hook still stuck on him, the vampire felt it send stinging pain after each step that he took, and after each jolt of pain, John felt his anger grow even stronger.
Because of his wounds slowing him down, John took a risk and held the blade up with three fingers. Then taking a good aim at her, John threw the small knife at her back.
Tamesis Richard - July 30, 2007 05:14 PM (GMT)
Isis was starting to panic now, the lunatic vampire was still coming at her, and she still had three hooks in her arm, and her breathing was getting more messed up as she lost more and more blood. Managing to get another one of the hooks out, she flung that at the vampire as well, only now noticing that she had managed to hit him with the other one.
However, he was still running towards her, he had pulled another knife out too. How many weapons did that man have hidden on him?! What, was he going to pull out a wrecking ball and fling that at her too?
Isis made a run for it, she wasn't usually the type for this, but hey, she did value her life at times, and she did have a good bag load of injuries. Unfortunately for her he had flung the knife while she had her back turned, and it hit her, piercing through yet another bit of flesh, she stumbled, reaching behind her to pull it out, before turning and aiming it at the vampire.
Isis turned and continued to move, although she was slowed because of the blood loss, she didn't dare look back, it would only slow her down more.
John Daniel Torrance - July 30, 2007 05:44 PM (GMT)
The vampire then stopped when he saw the knife hit her. John had no more weapons left, and chasing her would have caused even more blood to spill out of him. Standing still for a few seconds, he saw the Lycan throw the weapon back at him, and though his vision blurred, John managed to dodge the knife. When John had dodged the knife, he fell to his knees from the pain on his back. Holding himself up with one arm, he looked at the Lycan as she ran away, and spat out some more blood onto the ground. Coughing loudly, John spat to the side and crawled over to pick up his knife and gun. Sliding back in his pockets, John stumbled back up and pulled the meat hook out of him with a groan.
Throwing the hook to the side, John turned around and ran back. Changing paths and moving between trees to cover his tracks and hide himself from any other Lycan. Then finally back on the church, John opened up the hidden entrance and made his way inside. Closing the door behind him, John was greeted by the foul scent of rotting flesh. The smell of decay was nothing new for John, so he ignored it and walked over to the bottled of water he had stored. Taking off the bloody shirt, John opened a few of the bottles and poured it in a large bucket. Freeing the water over his head to wash off the blood, John threw the rest of the water on the table he had used earlier for an autopsy. Finding himself some antibiotics and bandages, he poured the antibiotics over the wound and covered it up.
Laying down on the table, John took a deep breath and closed his eyes, allowing himself to fall asleep.
[Exit John.]