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World of Darkness : End, pt 2
Before.
Winters gripped Bass’ bandana tightly. It had been a month since the hideouts infrastructure had collapsed, the sand dune covering it swallowing their leader. That promptly put Winters in charge of his pack. The pack consisted of himself, one other werewolf, and two vampires.
Carl stood next to his new leader and followed his gaze out of their new hideout. Behind them lay the two bodies of Turi and Phil, dead to the world until the unseen sun was set.
“Winters, look I know it’s not the easiest…” Carl placed his hand on Winters shoulder, who shrugged it off just as fast.
“Don’t!”
“But… Bass was my commanding officer too. And my friend,”
“Don’t. He’s gone, we have to forget about him,” Winters closed the door and put the bandana in his pocket. “For now we have to figure out where to go,”
“Well with the two blood suckers there, that’s gonna be pretty hard,” Carl tapped Turi with his foot, half expecting the vampire to retaliate somehow, “The hideout collapsing wasn’t an accident Winters. Someone caused it, and that someone wanted us back in the city,”
“Well done for pointing out the obvious Carl,” Winters didn’t even make eye contact with the medic, “But we couldn’t stay in that desert could we?”
Carl kept quiet, but looked at his watch instead. It was nearly sun down, meaning the vamps would soon be up and about.
After.
Turi laughed as he swung the pike, its blade slicing deep into the flesh of his attackers arm. The attacker leapt back, yelping in pain, but kept his attacking stance.
“All we want is Bass,” he said gripping the damaged arm.
“And you think I’m carrying him in this little rucksack?” Turi poked the bag with the bottom of his pike, keeping one eye on his new ’friend’, “Somehow I don’t think he’d fit,”
The vampire growled out of frustration, and stepped back into the shadows.
“I’ll just tell Bass next time you said hi, ok? What was your name again?” Turi yelled into the darkness, “ No? Never mind then,” Turi smiled as he turned round and picked his bag up, his smile wide across his face, “Some day they’ll learn not to me…”
Turi dropped to the ground as the pipe cracked the back of his head open.
Bass leant round the corner carefully, keeping an eye for any supernatural movement in the shadows. Technically he was meant to be dead, and at this moment in time, he wanted his enemies to keep thinking that.
“Winters to Bass,” Bass’ small radio buzzed to life, “Winters to Bass, over,”
Grabbing it off his belt buckle quickly, he whispered into the receiver, “What is it Winters?”
“I found Turi’s backpack and pike,”
“How do you know it’s his?” Bass kept flat to the wall, although his size still made him still possible to be seen against it.
“Do you know anyone else that would carry a bag full of cans of lager and nothing else?”
“True…” A noise from his right startled Bass. As he looked round the corner he saw nothing, “What’s your position now?”
“I’m in the club district, about half a click west from the Discs Edge club,”
“Stay there, and be on guard. I think something else is tracking Turi too…” Bass heard the noise again, “Or us. And radio through to Phil and Carl. Tell them to meet us at your position,”
“Copied. Over and out,” Carls radio crackled before cutting off.
“And also get that military stick out of your ass,” Bass muttered to himself, before dropping to his paws and running into the darkness.
Before.
“Wow, you’re a biggen,” Phil spluttered as the tattooed vampire picked him up by his neck. The vampire said nothing, and just glared at his newly found target.
“Phil, stop cocking about and help,” Turi yelled, attempting to beat another vampire to the ground with his staff.
Both werewolves were in their close wolf form, and dripping with their opponents blood. They had both taken down two vampires each, the bodies slowly dissolving to dust.
“Sorry Turi, but this one…” The vampire tightened his grip round Phil’s throat, “… Hey, let go you big fuc…” The hand tightened again causing Phil to claw at the vamps hand furiously, but to no avail.
“It’s a good thing you don’t breath ain’t it Phil?” Turi swept his staff between the tattoos legs and kicked his knees. The vampire dropped to the floor heavily, releasing Phil on the way down.
Phil rolled a good distance away from the now still vampire. Now coated in mud, Phil rubbed his throat, “Yeah, great thing. But that still hurt,”
“Don’t relax just yet boys,” Carl’s voice slowly materializing from a growl to human as he morphed back, “Big and ugly’s not done just yet,”
The tattooed giant pushed himself from the wet ground and stood to attention. As his legs snapped together, a strange humming filled the air. Both Turi and Phil stepped into their attacking stances, while Winters, now morphed into his human form, and Carl stepped behind them.
The humming grew louder, soon to an almost deafening state. As the pack raised their hands to cover their ears, they were soon blinded.
From the tattoos a bright red light flashed. It dimmed once, and lit up again.
“He’s gonna blow,” Carl dropped to the ground, as he was instructed in his army training. Winters did the same, but the two vampires held their ground.
The light dimmed again, allowing the vampires to see their target.
“On three?” Turi screamed over the humming.
“Three!” Phil yelled immediately after.
Both vampires ran towards the tattooed bomb.
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