[Death Zone, public bar 4:45 p.m.]
The death zone, a place not many would travel to. Only those of undead or damned have been rumored to live here. Those were somewhat accurate. Undead did live here, but not necessarily evil or damned. A small, but very well known bar that looked cleaned, but had some mud and dirt in some area, is where our story begins. Inside, it mostly consisted of demonic creatures such as skeletons, vampires and zombies, who were either getting drunk or having a game of cards. What is seen now are two skeletons chit chatting with each other as a zombie waitress came over.
"Can I have your order please?" The zombie waitress asked as her left eye fell out. One skeleton was wearing a red vest as his long brown trench coat was hanging on the chair neatly, while his brown stetson covered his eyes. He took out a smoke from his blue jeans and adjusted his boots. He flicked the stetson up from his eyes when his yellow eyes looking at her.
"The usual bone meal." he said with a raspy western accent. The waitress was startled a bit, due to him being a well known skeleton. She quickly wrote it down as she picked her eye back up before turning to the other skeleton.
"And you, sir?" She asked as she caught her eye before it fell out again. This skeleton was also well known, he was wearing his black mariachi outfit that is more for combat than instrument playing. He had slick black dress pants and shoes on, while his hat hanged on the neck behind his head.
"The bone Chipotle, senorita." he said in a low but high pitched Mexican accent. The waitress quickly scribbled down their order as she walked away, nearly knocking over a vampire waitress as she was walking by.
"Amigo, it's good of you to take me along." Mexican skeleton said in a appreciative tone.
"sure thing partner, a brother can tag along whenever he wants." the western skeleton replied back with a kind yet stern voice. Just then, they heard the sound of quick paced running as a goblin the size of a ten year old bursted in with a scared look on his face as he held a poster in his gloved hand.
"He's here...he's here…" The goblin said in a scared tone as he was sweating nervously when everyone in the room stared at him, the band of werewolves stopped playing their instruments when he busted in. The skeletons looked with both confusion and curiosity.
"Who the hell is here, punk?" A ghoul like creature said as he was smoking a cigar. The goblin just kept hyperventilating as he kept trying to talk and failed miserably. A slam was heard as a Frankenstein creature slammed a glass of water on the counter.
"Here, drink up." He said slowly and deep as the goblin sped over and took big chugs as he drank the water. As soon as he finished drinking he started to talk.
"He's here, the monster that makes us actually monsters looks like children. The being that even the Dark Lords fear." He said as he was hyperventilating.
"The hell are you talking about?" The same ghoul asked as he got up wielding a metal club with red spike jutting out of it. The goblin just kept hyperventilating as he continued.
"He had blue scales and Strange looking armor, ya know what I'm saying? With eyes that are almost blood red if you look really close. With a god like aura covering his entire body." He ranted as many occupations were looking at each other with either confusion or slight worry.
"what do you think he means, brother?" Mexican skeleton whispered to the western skeleton.
"not sure myself mate, but it don't sound pretty." western skeleton whispered back with no sense of emotions. The goblin then showed a Wanted Poster showing a blue dragon like creature, with a huge reward.
"Five thousand googolplex?!" A swamp creature said stunned at the reward. Stunning the number was, for all the 0's on the page couldn't fit the paper itself, so it was stuck with a bunch of smaller 0's to fit a rather small page, which rather look unprofessional, but most of the monsters were too stunned by the sheer number.
"Don't sound like a god for a small amount." a mafia zombie chuckled, some of his men laughing with him.
"This was posted by a person called the 'Alicorn God' who will triple the reward for bringing him back dead." The goblin said shaking abit. The whole bar was quiet as they thought the same thing.
"Who?" A Werewolf gangster said confused, speaking everyone's thoughts.
"The fuck is an Alicorn god?" The mafia zombie asked confused. They didn't hear the footsteps coming from the door as someone entered.
"Someone you don't ever want to meet." A voice that sounded strict, serious sounded out as everyone turned to look at the newcomer, the goblin was shaking violently as he saw him. The being was a blue like dragon humanoid with strange armor, wings and a tail sticking behind him as he walked toward the bar. His eyes were red with slits as a sword was strapped to his side. He stood over nine feet tall, taller than the Frankenstein bartender, who put his hands on the table and looked at the newcomer.
"...water, ice cold." The humanoid dragon dryly said as he kept his eyes forward, ignoring the look the goblin was giving him. Frankenstein looked at him like he was a puzzle, as he grabbed a big glass and got him water with 3 large ice cubes in it and placed it in front of this strange creature.
"This is what you're afraid of? He looks like an overgrown lizard!" The ghoul laughed out as he was laughing at him. The mafia laughed with him as they took a good look at the creature. It soon went quiet again as the humanoid Dragon slammed an empty cup on the table.
"Lizard, huh?" The humanoid dragon asked towards the ghoul, who puffed out a ring of smoke from his cigar. The ghoul just stared at him with a raised eyebrow as he slung his spiked club over his shoulder. The creature looked at him like he was a lamb who walked obliviously into a wolve's den.
"You aren't much of a looker yourself." The humanoid dragon said looking him over, "the hospital called, they said we can keep you ugly, fetus." the ghoul got up and slammed his spiked club on the table.
"Better watch what you say in here, buddy." The ghoul barked in annoyance and offended. "Or else things will get ugly." The skeletons just watch with blank stares, they obvious don't want to fight this newcomer.
"Or in your case, more ugly than your undead whore mother." The humanoid dragon said dryly. With pent up anger, the ghoul walked towards him and swung his club at him with full force. It was stopped by a blue pinkie as he just gave the ghoul an unamused look. He gritted his teeth at the newcomer as he tried to swing at him again, getting stopped by the same pinkie, then was soon flicked across the forehead, sending him flying towards a wall and slamming against it harshly.
"You ghouls are still the same." The newcomer said boredly as he turned back to the counter, asking for another glass. The zombie waitress slowly walked passed him as she came with the meals of the skeletons, and placing them on the table, the dragon like creature gave a look in their direction as the western attire one had his eyes covered, not being fazed by him, and the hispanic one who just had his hands in a mannered position on the table. He then noticed the same ghoul getting up as his head was bleeding profusely as he stumbled.
"Oops, I think I made him even uglier, my bad." The humanoid dragon said sarcastically as he saw a group of mafia zombies standing up now.
"Now ain't this the damndest, thing, it seems the poster matches boys." the godfather zombie said as he smirked with yellow teeth as his men were behind him.
"Poster?" The humanoid dragon asked curiously. One of the mafia members pointed his finger at the poster the goblin was carrying. He snatched it away from him and took a look of his picture on the wanted poster.
"...huh, I'm surprised they still want me dead." He said casually as he crumpled it into a ball and threw it into one of the mafia zombies mouth. Said zombie sputtered until he spat the paper out and glared at him.
"Y'see, with that much dough presented...I believe we have some...business to attend to." the overboss zombie stated in a professional evil way.
"Is it trying to get a better accent?" The humanoid dragon asked sarcastically again.
"Clever." the moboss said as him and his men got closer, pretty much surrounding him. They notice the western skeleton chuckle to himself as he shook his head and ate his bone meal.
"What's so funny?" A tall, brute zombie demanded.
"Me? Oh nothing, the fact that you mafia zombies try to act tough and yet keep their tails between your legs when things don't go your way. Much like the ghoul of there." The western skeleton stated in a casual tone, obviously angering some of the mafia members. The humanoid dragon just took out a small vial filled with white sand as he checked for something.
"Oh yea tough guy? Why don'tcha come over here and say it to my face." a mafia member said walking closer to the two skeletons. They just stayed in place as they both looked at the lone mafia member. He was then hit by the glass vial filled with sand, as he slowly, and painfully dissolved into black dust, leaving nothing but a rotten black skeleton corpse. The skeletons were still unfazed as they looked at the dragon-like creature, who returned a blank stare as well.
"Nano dust, a special kind of dust that kills necromantic skin." The humanoid dragon said as he stood up to his full height and drew out his sword.
"Get him boys!" the mafia boss yelled as his men charged him with a variety of weapons. No sooner as he said that, it was a massacre as one by one, his entire crew was cut down, after the final one fell, the humanoid dragon sheathed his sword as he impaled the mafia boss with his tail, lifting him up. The mafia boss tried to surprise attack him with a shotgun, only for a gun to be heard, and a bullet flying by as it hits the moboss hand, causing him to drop the weapon. The humanoid looked to see the western skeleton pointing his gun at the two as his hat covered his eyes.
"If you only came here to insult and murder in cold blood. Leave...now." the western skeleton demanded, his eyes glowing a slight green color. The humanoid dragon simply stared at the skeleton with a bored look before he grasped the undead mob bosses head and crushed it. The body collapsed onto the ground as the humanoid dragon just dusted his hands in a non-caring fashion.
"Well, that was pathetic." He said before he left a few gold coins on the counter and left the bar with a cold glare.
The bar was extremely quiet, only the sound of munching from the two skeletons table as they ate their food, then left after leaving the gold coins on the table.
[Outside the bar, four miles away]
"Lizard...that's the nine hundredth time I've been called that." The humanoid dragon said as he continued to walk down the dark street, occasionally hearing the sound of bones walking behind him. The streets were a complete mess, always rigged buildings, crappy apartment buildings, and very dirty roads. One smell from the air, and he already knew he was in the zombie district. He kept on walking until he stopped in an empty, abandoned graveyard outside of the town area. With quick reflexes, he caught a bullet with his clawed hand as he looked it over, before flicking it back in the same direction where it was fired from. He turns around to see who was his offender, or rather, two.
"You two again?" The humanoid dragon asked dryly as he crossed his arms. One of them was reloading as it revealed the same western skeleton, but this time with his long coat on. His mexican brother, wearing his battle gear from the beginning, staring him down.
"...What is your name, partner." he asked as he reloaded his bullet into his revolver, which glowed yellow at the time being.
"Drago...Drago Dragonheart." The now named Drago said as he uncrossed his arms. "Very foolish of you to attack me, skeleton."
"You come into a peaceful bar and kill a mafia in front of everyone in that bar. It may not look like it partner, but we have rules here...something you didn't follow." Anthony retorted.
"I was merely doing what I do with people who try and claim my bounty, kill." Drago replied with an uncaring shrug. "This isn't the first time I had to kill undead fools, he barely makes a dent in my kill count."
"Doesn't matter." Anthony pointed his gun at him. "You broke the law, and I won't let you leave until you answer for it." Drago returned to that statement with a glare as he unfolded his arms.
"Don't waste my time, skeleton...Killing you will be just as easy as that group of mafia." Drago retracted his claws. "I'll kill you here and now."
"Good luck with that mate." he said as he changed the color of his gun to a green color and quickly fired two shots, both hitting his knees. Drago tried to move, but couldn't for some reason.
"Huh?" He said confused, using all of his might to move them, but to no avail.
"Paralysis bullets amigo, even a god can be effected." the mexican one said as he took out a dagger that had glowing encryptions on it. Drago just gave them a blank look as he crossed his arms again.
"You got my name, so why not tell me yours?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"...Anthony Skullrox." the now named western gunslinger, Anthony said, saying his last name a bit hispanic.
"His brother, Rodriguez Skullrox." the mexican skeleton, now named Rodriguez said as he flipped his dagger. Drago has seen those names before, but he didn't care at the time he arrived here.
"Good, I like to know the names of those who are about to die." Drago said before he teleported out of sight. Rodriguez looked around quickly as Anthony stood there looking at the ground, then quickly looking to his side as he took a shot. What he thought was Drago, was actually a clone as the real one kicked Rodriguez into him. Both brothers stumbled on each other until they both skid across the ground next to each other.
"Teleportation….great." Anthony said annoyed, changing the color of his gun to a deep red. Drago just ran at them with great speeds before knocking both of their skulls together before he backhands Rodriguez and tail whips Anthony. He then walked over to Anthony who was getting up then sliced his head off then his body. He always thought killing a skeleton was easy to him and walked away, only to hear the sound of dust behind him. As he looked behind him to see nothing there, confused, he turned back around to see two revolvers in his face with a red color on them.
"Ello, mate." Anthony said as he blasted two bullets into Drago's face, making him stumble a bit. Drago just sighed annoyed as he grabbed both wrists and tore them off, using them as a club with his sword as he started to beat Anthony with them. Anthony just gave a blank stare and looked at him with confusion.
"You tryin' to hurt me or…?" Anthony asked blankly as the arms disappeared in Drago's claws and reappeared onto Anthony with the use of dust. Drago looked at his hands as he clenched them, blankly looking at them before returning his glare towards Anthony.
"Interesting, usually skeletons cannot regenerate like you two." Drago said as he sliced off one of Rodriguez's hands as he charged at him. One thing is for sure, Rodriguez is fast and as he regenerated his hands, he took out the encrypted knife and stabbed his neck about three times like a professional. Drago felt his neck, it didn't hurt him that much, but it sure as hell annoyed him. He then grabbed him and absorbed some dust he got from his skull as he fired a magic blast from his palms. Rodriguez hits a gravestone, breaking it, while Drago walked up to him as he drew out his sword, only for him to be stopped by Anthony, who is also quick, and knows what he is doing, shot him in the legs again with paralysis bullets. Then he turned his guns dark red and shot him six times in the back, they seemed more powerful now other than his other bullets. A growl was admist from Drago as he turned around with a look of annoyance as he lifted Anthony up in the air, before slamming him through multiple gravestones and trees before slamming him into Rodriguez. Both brothers got up as Drago was caught off guard by both of them running at him, delivering stinging punches and kicks to him, then got double drop kicked by both skeletons, sending him to a big gravestone, making a few cracks into it.
"Ok, thats new." He said as he sheathed his sword and charged at them, delivering powerful punches, kicks, and tail whips as he used his wings as shields to block their attacks. Both brothers slid back as they stood up straight and looked at the Dragon-like being named Drago, who crossed his arms again. They stared at each other for awhile before all three charged in at once. Just as they were about to clash, a strange bomb was thrown in between all three of them, making a clatter as it shook with purple energy. Just as soon as all three started to notice it, they were engulfed in a bright purple light as Drago roared in surprise and the skeleton brothers shouted as they winced from the light, looking away from it the best they could. The light ended as nothing but burnt scorch marks were left behind, as a shadow loomed over the spot, a familiar person picking up a shard of the bomb that was burnt.
"Mission accomplished." The goblin said as he pocketed the shard before walking away into the dark and empty streets of the Zombie District.
Authors Note: My co author suggested this, we will be "fixing" some minor changes in all our chapters, that is all.