Bloody Roar Gaiden: Endless Darkness
A/N: This is my first Fan-fiction so I hope I get some honest reviews for what I'm about write, enjoy. I suppose this would fit in about BR3 or BR4 with the BR series but just read it.
Disclaimer: Blood Roar, its plotline and characters all belong to Hudson and this fan-fiction was used in no way to make money. I own this idea and any characters, companies, etc that I have created to use in this work. All rights reserved.
Chapter 1: A Flash of Death in the Night.
Money equals to power for many individuals, especially in New York City. This is no different for Walter McGee, CEO extraordinaire. He had just single handedly closed a huge deal for the partners of Global Scythe. He danced drunkenly down 3rd avenue from the bar, 'No need to hail a cab,' he thought. 'My luck is so good that a hot chick will pick me up and we can have a one-night stand.' Boy was this suit-and-tie guy drunk thinking that highly of him. He continued down the cement sidewalk under the full moon of the night sky and blinking streetlights without a care in the world. Walter quickly came to the conclusion that today was the best day of his life so sure, what he didn't know is that would also be his last. The fool had now given up all hope of attaining a cab by now and instead went towards the nearest subway station. His hand grinded along the railing leading him down but yet the CEO still managed to fall down the descending stairs. Walter ended his tumble face first against the floor of dirty Platform 9 just in time to hear the train screech off. Cursing under his breath Walter pushed his body up from the concrete floor and glanced at his surrounds. It was seemingly empty and far too quiet for a subway, even if it was midnight, except for a junkie in the corner under a flickering wall light. Walter posted himself against a gray support beam and took out a cigar and a lighter. The open flame lit up the CEO's face against the darkness from shadows that retracted with the fading of blinking lights.
"Damn subways...I'll never have to take another train again though." He thought rather truthfully. As the man inhaled the offsets of his cancer stick he thought things could only go up from this moment on and that was where he had his last thought. A rush of air swept across Walter's throat that left the chap standing there stunned for a second. His brown eyes bulged with reality for his life flashed before him just as quickly as his executioner had. Hands reached futilely for his bleeding gullet as crimson poured out of four thin yet deceptively deep lacerations leaving his shirt white painted. Without thought his eyes looked to his left and clinging to the wall across the subway tracks. The bulbs flickered with light illuminating the killer's face briefly allowing him see that he wasn't human of course. It was something altogether more unholy than any man or woman could ever be, it was without a doubt the devil. Walter collapsed into a corpse upon his own blood and without a word or a sound his soul left behind its body and many more days of 'the good life' he wanted. The lights flickered once more with the coming of a train dressed in blue streaks but the devil was gone back to the damnation of hell. The train moved on leaving behind one passenger that exited the machine monster before it roared off again into the tunnel. The animalistic eyes were drawn to the corpse by instinct but they made no motion to observe closer for that person had their own agenda for this full moon.
"Damn Jerry! What happened here?" A rough voice asked coming from even tougher man, Curtis Boggler the captain the 5th division of the NT police department. He looked around at the forensics' teams flashing the lights that awakened the dim lit subway as pictures were taken. 'Another day, another crime scene.' He thought.
"I'm not sure sir, it appears as though the victim was killed fairly quickly." Jerry bent down erecting his pen towards the sliced cigar that the CEO was smoking before his untimely death. "The guy didn't even have time to drop his cigar and run. Also do you notice...?"
"No sign of struggle and at the same time his throat is slashed as if by an animal or something worst..." Curtis' voice broke apart as he continued to speak this way. Taking his gloved left hand into his left black jacket pocket the captain fished out a cigarette and placed it into his mouth. "Got a light, Jerry?"
"No, sir and I wouldn't recommend doing that here." Jerry answered as he stood up and crossed over behind his boss and headed southwest. He picked up a tattered trench coat into the air that was found earlier; it was two different shades of red. One was the fabric color and the other one they knew was blood just from the smell it gave way. "Oh yeah, Curtis, you should look at this too. It could be our killer's blood or least whoever saw the killer and escaped."
The captain looked over towards Jerry as he extinguished a match and inhaled upon his freshly light white stick protruding from his mouth. He pushed the cigarette aside with his tongue and nodded at his friend. With a relieving sigh he murmured "Maybe we'll finally catch one of those Zoanthrope bastards for once."
A/N: This is my first Fan-fiction so I hope I get some honest reviews for what I'm about write, enjoy. I suppose this would fit in about BR3 or BR4 with the BR series but just read it.
Disclaimer: Blood Roar, its plotline and characters all belong to Hudson and this fan-fiction was used in no way to make money. I own this idea and any characters, companies, etc that I have created to use in this work. All rights reserved.
Chapter 1: A Flash of Death in the Night.
Money equals to power for many individuals, especially in New York City. This is no different for Walter McGee, CEO extraordinaire. He had just single handedly closed a huge deal for the partners of Global Scythe. He danced drunkenly down 3rd avenue from the bar, 'No need to hail a cab,' he thought. 'My luck is so good that a hot chick will pick me up and we can have a one-night stand.' Boy was this suit-and-tie guy drunk thinking that highly of him. He continued down the cement sidewalk under the full moon of the night sky and blinking streetlights without a care in the world. Walter quickly came to the conclusion that today was the best day of his life so sure, what he didn't know is that would also be his last. The fool had now given up all hope of attaining a cab by now and instead went towards the nearest subway station. His hand grinded along the railing leading him down but yet the CEO still managed to fall down the descending stairs. Walter ended his tumble face first against the floor of dirty Platform 9 just in time to hear the train screech off. Cursing under his breath Walter pushed his body up from the concrete floor and glanced at his surrounds. It was seemingly empty and far too quiet for a subway, even if it was midnight, except for a junkie in the corner under a flickering wall light. Walter posted himself against a gray support beam and took out a cigar and a lighter. The open flame lit up the CEO's face against the darkness from shadows that retracted with the fading of blinking lights.
"Damn subways...I'll never have to take another train again though." He thought rather truthfully. As the man inhaled the offsets of his cancer stick he thought things could only go up from this moment on and that was where he had his last thought. A rush of air swept across Walter's throat that left the chap standing there stunned for a second. His brown eyes bulged with reality for his life flashed before him just as quickly as his executioner had. Hands reached futilely for his bleeding gullet as crimson poured out of four thin yet deceptively deep lacerations leaving his shirt white painted. Without thought his eyes looked to his left and clinging to the wall across the subway tracks. The bulbs flickered with light illuminating the killer's face briefly allowing him see that he wasn't human of course. It was something altogether more unholy than any man or woman could ever be, it was without a doubt the devil. Walter collapsed into a corpse upon his own blood and without a word or a sound his soul left behind its body and many more days of 'the good life' he wanted. The lights flickered once more with the coming of a train dressed in blue streaks but the devil was gone back to the damnation of hell. The train moved on leaving behind one passenger that exited the machine monster before it roared off again into the tunnel. The animalistic eyes were drawn to the corpse by instinct but they made no motion to observe closer for that person had their own agenda for this full moon.
"Damn Jerry! What happened here?" A rough voice asked coming from even tougher man, Curtis Boggler the captain the 5th division of the NT police department. He looked around at the forensics' teams flashing the lights that awakened the dim lit subway as pictures were taken. 'Another day, another crime scene.' He thought.
"I'm not sure sir, it appears as though the victim was killed fairly quickly." Jerry bent down erecting his pen towards the sliced cigar that the CEO was smoking before his untimely death. "The guy didn't even have time to drop his cigar and run. Also do you notice...?"
"No sign of struggle and at the same time his throat is slashed as if by an animal or something worst..." Curtis' voice broke apart as he continued to speak this way. Taking his gloved left hand into his left black jacket pocket the captain fished out a cigarette and placed it into his mouth. "Got a light, Jerry?"
"No, sir and I wouldn't recommend doing that here." Jerry answered as he stood up and crossed over behind his boss and headed southwest. He picked up a tattered trench coat into the air that was found earlier; it was two different shades of red. One was the fabric color and the other one they knew was blood just from the smell it gave way. "Oh yeah, Curtis, you should look at this too. It could be our killer's blood or least whoever saw the killer and escaped."
The captain looked over towards Jerry as he extinguished a match and inhaled upon his freshly light white stick protruding from his mouth. He pushed the cigarette aside with his tongue and nodded at his friend. With a relieving sigh he murmured "Maybe we'll finally catch one of those Zoanthrope bastards for once."
