Post by Byron Annatar on Aug 25, 2024 9:53:07 GMT -6
Running, running... He dropped to all fours, bounding and loping quickly along. Somewhere on the outskirts of Metro City, the sleek creature bolted from the sweeping lights of the police helicopter. He turned so abruptly that he lost his footing, rolling a few times over the hard road before catching himself and charging headlong into a row of bushes. The foliage raked and scratched at him as he charged through it, moving deeper into the bushes before dropping flat onto the ground, trying to still his racing heart and reign in his frantic, breathless gasps for air.
The spotlight swept over the area, seeing nothing but a clump of bushes next to the road. Slowly, the helicopter turned then pitched forward, heading down the road and away from Metro City to continue its search. He had outrun the officers on foot and in their cars, it would be a minute or so before they reached this place. He listened as the chopper grew quieter, quieter, quieter... quiet. With only the sound of his pounding heart, he crawled out of the bushes and started up the road. He had run away from major population areas, and had hoped that was the direction his pursuers would continue to search as he slunk along. By the time he had caught his breath, he was at the city limits. He would've kept going, trying to hide in some abandoned building or sewer access until he felt confident to flee into the open fields. Instead, the car hit him, sending him sprawling into the middle of the road, blinded by the hi-beams.
"You want me to deal with this, boss?" Norton adjusted the rear view mirror, catching Mr. Annatar's eye in the reflection. "Cut the engines, back me up." Norton grinned, his yellow eyes lighting up under his wide, heavy brow. He got out of the car quickly, taking a moment to roll his heavy shoulders and stretch his back before hunching back over, quickly circling to Byron's door and opening it for him. "Thank you. Keep back for now, if things don't go as expected then you can step in." Norton couldn't hide his disappointment, but he nodded and waited by the driver's side door, massive hands clasped in front of him. He had hoped for a bit of exercise, but it was a rare treat to watch his boss in action.
The creature rose up onto all fours, lips pulling back to show a row of pointed teeth. This thing was a predator by nature. Byron whistled, holding his hand out behind him. Norton pulled a lead pipe from within his suit jacket, tossing it to Byron. "Again, thank you." The pipe found its way to his hand, and he put his shoulders into the swing. The blow caught the creature on the jaw. the force bringing it up onto its hind legs. Byron couldn't help but grin as he adjusted his grip, holding the pipe at the base. The creature braced itself, standing fully on its hind legs and snarling at him. Byron's face twisted into a cruel grin as he raised his hand, gold band glinting on his finger as he beckoned the beast with a crooked finger. As it lunged, he brought the pipe down.
The shock of the blow ran completely through him, the shock of it like a thunderbolt. He staggered back, dropped to all fours, before lunging forth again. As he swiped with his claw, the man in the suit turned to one side, easily dodging out of his way before catching him in the shoulder with the butt of his pipe. He staggered, swiped again, this time he was blocked by the pipe as the man's hand came forward, grabbing onto his head. There was a sudden heat, pain, his ears rang. "Fall." The word hit him harder than that pipe ever did, and he dropped to the ground, the hand pressing onto his face burning away the skin down to the bone. He tried to scream out but the man's thumb caught his jaw, forcing his mouth shut with far more force than any man should possess. He heard a strange speech in his head, an evil language chanting and droning into his mind. He scraped at the ground, wanting to get up, struggling, still feeling his instinct to fight, to run, to live. The ringing came back, louder than ever, and he was aflame.
Like he was playing with a plushy, Byron lifted the creature up. He let go of him, letting the thing hang in the air for a moment as he took the lead pipe in both hands. With a heavy, downward swing, he caught the thing one last time and dashed its brains out. Norton pumped his arm, quietly giving his boss a small cheer, before heading back around to the car's back door and opening it for Byron. "Beautiful, Mr. Annatar." Byron flicked the mace, scattering flecks of blood across the road. "I'm not sure where this one came from, but it wouldn't have been much use to us." As he walked over to his seat, Norton took the pipe and handed him a kerchief. Byron dabbed a bit of sweat from his brow, wiped his hands, and then pocketed the kerchief before getting into the car. "We just gonna leave the body there?" Norton hesitated, not closing the door just yet as he glanced over to the remains.
"We'll let the police pick it up. I'll have someone spin a story about how unregistered otherworlders are engaging in brutal conflict so close to residential areas like this." Byron looked over to Norton in annoyance, something that drew a fearful wince from the mountain of a man. Norton quickly closed the car door, chastising himself under his breath for getting sloppy, not being punctual. He got into the driver's seat, starting the car. "Sorry boss, sorry... Won't happen again, honest." Byron's face returned to a satisfied grin as he buckled his seatbelt. "See that it doesn't, Norton." He glanced at the remains one last time, briefly musing on what that thing might have been, where it might have come from, before putting it from his mind. "And please, call me Byron now that our business is done."
The spotlight swept over the area, seeing nothing but a clump of bushes next to the road. Slowly, the helicopter turned then pitched forward, heading down the road and away from Metro City to continue its search. He had outrun the officers on foot and in their cars, it would be a minute or so before they reached this place. He listened as the chopper grew quieter, quieter, quieter... quiet. With only the sound of his pounding heart, he crawled out of the bushes and started up the road. He had run away from major population areas, and had hoped that was the direction his pursuers would continue to search as he slunk along. By the time he had caught his breath, he was at the city limits. He would've kept going, trying to hide in some abandoned building or sewer access until he felt confident to flee into the open fields. Instead, the car hit him, sending him sprawling into the middle of the road, blinded by the hi-beams.
"You want me to deal with this, boss?" Norton adjusted the rear view mirror, catching Mr. Annatar's eye in the reflection. "Cut the engines, back me up." Norton grinned, his yellow eyes lighting up under his wide, heavy brow. He got out of the car quickly, taking a moment to roll his heavy shoulders and stretch his back before hunching back over, quickly circling to Byron's door and opening it for him. "Thank you. Keep back for now, if things don't go as expected then you can step in." Norton couldn't hide his disappointment, but he nodded and waited by the driver's side door, massive hands clasped in front of him. He had hoped for a bit of exercise, but it was a rare treat to watch his boss in action.
The creature rose up onto all fours, lips pulling back to show a row of pointed teeth. This thing was a predator by nature. Byron whistled, holding his hand out behind him. Norton pulled a lead pipe from within his suit jacket, tossing it to Byron. "Again, thank you." The pipe found its way to his hand, and he put his shoulders into the swing. The blow caught the creature on the jaw. the force bringing it up onto its hind legs. Byron couldn't help but grin as he adjusted his grip, holding the pipe at the base. The creature braced itself, standing fully on its hind legs and snarling at him. Byron's face twisted into a cruel grin as he raised his hand, gold band glinting on his finger as he beckoned the beast with a crooked finger. As it lunged, he brought the pipe down.
The shock of the blow ran completely through him, the shock of it like a thunderbolt. He staggered back, dropped to all fours, before lunging forth again. As he swiped with his claw, the man in the suit turned to one side, easily dodging out of his way before catching him in the shoulder with the butt of his pipe. He staggered, swiped again, this time he was blocked by the pipe as the man's hand came forward, grabbing onto his head. There was a sudden heat, pain, his ears rang. "Fall." The word hit him harder than that pipe ever did, and he dropped to the ground, the hand pressing onto his face burning away the skin down to the bone. He tried to scream out but the man's thumb caught his jaw, forcing his mouth shut with far more force than any man should possess. He heard a strange speech in his head, an evil language chanting and droning into his mind. He scraped at the ground, wanting to get up, struggling, still feeling his instinct to fight, to run, to live. The ringing came back, louder than ever, and he was aflame.
Like he was playing with a plushy, Byron lifted the creature up. He let go of him, letting the thing hang in the air for a moment as he took the lead pipe in both hands. With a heavy, downward swing, he caught the thing one last time and dashed its brains out. Norton pumped his arm, quietly giving his boss a small cheer, before heading back around to the car's back door and opening it for Byron. "Beautiful, Mr. Annatar." Byron flicked the mace, scattering flecks of blood across the road. "I'm not sure where this one came from, but it wouldn't have been much use to us." As he walked over to his seat, Norton took the pipe and handed him a kerchief. Byron dabbed a bit of sweat from his brow, wiped his hands, and then pocketed the kerchief before getting into the car. "We just gonna leave the body there?" Norton hesitated, not closing the door just yet as he glanced over to the remains.
"We'll let the police pick it up. I'll have someone spin a story about how unregistered otherworlders are engaging in brutal conflict so close to residential areas like this." Byron looked over to Norton in annoyance, something that drew a fearful wince from the mountain of a man. Norton quickly closed the car door, chastising himself under his breath for getting sloppy, not being punctual. He got into the driver's seat, starting the car. "Sorry boss, sorry... Won't happen again, honest." Byron's face returned to a satisfied grin as he buckled his seatbelt. "See that it doesn't, Norton." He glanced at the remains one last time, briefly musing on what that thing might have been, where it might have come from, before putting it from his mind. "And please, call me Byron now that our business is done."
