Chapter 2

At the Junkenstein's estate, Which is a giant manor in a Victorian styled design with tall spiked gates at the edge of the Black forest, The mad Doctor returns back to his estate, his Zomnic servants opening the door as he walked in. The inside of the manor was not luxurious or tidy to say the least, the doctor's estate was a mess, some hall ways filled with papers, books and at some point scrap metal for his Zomnic creations. Dr. Junkenstein walks up a rounding stair caste that lead to his Laboratory, Where he designs and creates his Zomnics and other projects. The lab contained what any mad scientist; a lab table with a bloodied hack saw, some Scrap and junk tossed over the floor, random books and literature opened and ripped apart, and a giant Telsa-coil pointing towards a tarp covered project.

"Ah...Its good to be home...NOW to plan my revenge for those that mocked my GENIUS!" Said Dr. Junkenstein in an overdramatic tone. He hobbles over to the tarp covered project. the project looked to be large in stature and very...VERY fat. "I have given that fool lord, many a chance to see the genius of my work... And yet... Again he sees nothing of Progress I have created... So I shall make him learn... BY SACKING THE TOWN AND TAKING IT OVER!... After that...THE WORLD WILL TREMBLE AND KNOW THE NAME OF JUNKENSTEIN!" He Laughs maniacally as the Thunder outside flashes right at that moment. "But First... I need some tea, SERVANT, FETCH ME MY TEA!"

Meanwhile the Immortal enters the town of Aldersbrunn. Some of the guards looked at him suspiciously but he pays no mind to them as he passed them. He made his way towards the town's local pub. As he Enters he is met with joyous laughter, Steins banging against the table or other steins as the townsfolk Celebrate their pre-Halloween night. There are at least six rows of tables with long chairs attached to each side of the tables, The Bar in the front of the room had a couple of empty seats, one taken by a man in a poncho, behind it was runned by the barkeep that owned the pub.

The Immortal walked past the tables and made himself comfortable at the bar. The Barkeep looked at the Immortal for a moment before asking. "What can I get you, sir?" The Immortal looked at the barkeep and grunted out. "Whiskey, add a bit of Lamb blood in it if you have." The Barkeep wasn't surprised at the Immortal's unusual request as he is a frequent patron. As he turned his back to grab a shot glass, a bottle of whiskey, and a fancy glass bottle filled with a thickly colored liquid that resembled blood.

The barkeep placed the shot glass in front of the Immortal. "Enjoy, sir." The Immortal grabbed his glass and looked as the dark blood swirled around the whiskey, as he was about to Down it in one shot, another patron beside him commented his drink. "Whiskey with Sheep's blood?.. Now that's an insult to the American drink, partner." The Immortal stopped before the liquid could reach his lips and turned his blood red eyes towards the man in the poncho.

The Man lazily lifted his head, his hair and Beard are grizzled and unkempt he had forest green eyes though his eyelids were heavy so its hard to make out the color at first, he wore a red poncho that covered his left side, his hand exposed was covered by a leather glove holding onto a full shot glass of whiskey, he wore what looked like brown jean pants with cowboy boots, the Immortal looked to the table and saw what he assumed what the stranger's cowboy hat.

"You're an American... From the West I'm guessing." The Immortal said casually as he drinks his Blood whiskey. The Stranger chuckled a bit. "That's a mighty good guess Partner... Though I never seen another American Around these parts... 'specially one that drinks Sheep blood with his Whiskey." The Immortal motioned his hand to the barkeep for another round. "Yeah, I got a... "special" condition." The stranger chuckled a bit. "Yeah I suppose so..." He downs his shot quickly and sighs heavily. The Immortal looked at the Stranger. "What's your name?" The man looked at the Immortal and smirked. "Well Partner, If you have to know.. I ain't got a name, Though people back where I'm from... They call me the "Gunslinger". The Immortal smirked a bit as his drink was once again poured. "The Gunslinger huh... Why they call you that?" The Gunslinger widened his smirk and pulled himself up showing off his Revolver on his right side. "They call me that because I'm the best shot around them parts... or any parts for that matter."

The Immortal merely shook his head as he downs his second glass of Blood Whiskey. "Heh... I call bullshit." The Gunslinger glares at the Immortal. "Are you Challenging my Abilities to shoot partner?" The barkeep pours another round of Whiskey for the two men before turning his back. "No, I'm not...I'm just saying you're full of crock shit." Without a second thought the Gunslinger grabs the Immortal's drink and spilled it all over his face. The Immortal sat there processing what just happened before sticking his tongue out licking up the blood and whiskey at the side of his lip and smirked. "So you want to die, is that it?" The Gunslinger smirked as well grabbing his hat and placing it on his head. "Outside, ten minutes, better bring your "A" game." The two men stood from their seat, paid their drinks, and left the pub to duel. Unknown to them a Cloaked figure with a bright white eye was examining them as they left, The cloaked figure picked himself up and walked out stalking the two men.

Outside Ten minutes later; the Gunslinger and the Immortal are checking their weapons before looking at each other. "You sure you don't want to back out now partner, I got to warn you, I never miss." The Immortal Laughed confidently as he holds the rests his rifle on the ground and pulling out his pistol from his Sheathe. "I don't back down from a challenge kid... Especially one that is asking for a death wish." The Gunslinger smirked. "Good... I'm gonna enjoy this."

The Two men are standing on an open field, both men, readying their weapons. "On the count of three, We draw and shoot... if somehow we managed to not kill each other, all rules out the window to an all out brawl, no rules bar... Agreed?" Said the Gunslinger as he yells out the rules. The Immortal Merely nods his head as he waits for the Gunslinger to count.

"1..." Both men unclipped their holsters

"2..." They both eagerly get their hands closer to their pistols.

"DRAW!"

As soon as the Gunslinger yelled out the mark, Both men pulled out their pistols and shot off the first round from their weapons. The Gunslinger pulled his arm to the side as the bullet pierced his left arm, however a metal clang was sounded instead of blood spurting out. The Immortal took a Bullet to the leg. The Gunslinger pulled back his Poncho to reveal his metal arm. "Heh... ya got me, but I got your leg... and Seeing as no one died..." He points his revolver to the Immortal and fires four shots to his chest and the last bullet soaring towards the Immortal's head. The immortal was forced backward before his body hit the ground lifelessly. "Well that's a darn shame... I was starting to like the guy." The gunslinger pulled his hat from his head and puts it in his chest. "Rest in peace, jackass."

Just as The Gunslinger was about to leave a voice rang out. "Hey, Who are you calling "jackass" fool?" The Gunslinger stopped dead in his tracks and turned his head to the Body, which was standing and cracking his neck. The Immortal chuckled a bit as his wounds healed up, and the bullets pop out and hit the ground. "Now then... what's that about no rules bar?" The Gunslinger was surprised at what he witnessed. However He merely smirked and pulled out a cigar from his belt and lights it with a match. "Well... So you're an Unholy creature that these townsfolks seem to fear... I'm actually impressed you ain't dead... I was hoping to run into one of you bastards." The Immortal raised his eyebrow intrigued by the Gunslinger's notion. "You did huh?... Tell me, Gunslinger what would be the point of Gunning me down when you can't kill an Immortal like me." The Gunslinger puffed out a thick grey smoke in front of him and smiled Devilishly. "Well for two reasons mostly... First: is to prove that I am the fastest Gunslinger in not only the West But everywhere around the world, to have my name ring out as the best Gunman that came out of the U.S of Fuckin' A... And second: I kill Bad guys almost everyday, Ranging from Bandits to Monsters such as yourselves... In short... I never Come unprepared to kill you unholy sons of bitches."

The Gunslinger Pulled unloads his used Revolver shells and drops them to the ground, he reaches into his pack and pulls out Silver bullets and reloads his Revolver. "Now its gonna be a fair fight." States the Gunslinger. The Immortal only chuckled a bit as he sheathes his pistol and pulls out his rifle from his back and points it at the Gunslinger. "Then Show me, What you can do."

The Two men pointed their weapons at each other. The Gunslinger is the first to attack, with quick precision and Motion, the bullets fly out of the revolver. The Immortal dodged the bullets with his quick movements and closed the gap between him and the Gunslinger. "Now you die..." The Immortal Shows the Gunslinger his sharpened teeth and goes for the Gunslingers throat. The Gunslinger smirked and pulled out a glowing stick from under his poncho and letting the Immortal Bite into it. The Immortal Bites Through the Stick which then Exploded in his face, burning him. "AHHH! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?" The Immortal Screamed out as he grabs his face which was covered in liquid that stung him like crazy. "That? Oh nothing, Its just water... Blessed by a holy priest and the container is made of Silver... So in short... its a little Holy water bomb." Said the Gunslinger as he puffed another cloud of smoke from his lips.

The Immortal growls as he face continued to burn. "That's smart... You aren't as dumb as I thought." The Gunslinger shrugged his shoulders. "What can I say? I'm a Lucky bastard, now enough talk and more fighting." He reloads his revolver and fires more rounds at the Immortal. The Immortal jumped to the side as he points his rifle at the Gunslinger, He unloads all his ammunition towards the Gunslinger, who runs to the side and rolled behind the tree as he fires a silver bullet towards the Immortal's head. The Immortal moved his head just in time only the bullet cuts through his skin and Burns him, He could feel his blood oozing from the wound. "Ok... Enough Mr. Nice guy... I"M GOING TO KILL YOU!" The Immortal yelled out as his eyes turned into a deeper red. The Gunslinger chuckled smugly as he comes out of his cover and fires off all his ammunition to the Immortal's vital organs, However the Immortal Jumped up with his Supernatural speed and begins to dive bomb towards the Gunslinger. The Gunslinger tried to quickly reload only to meet the Immortal's fist crashing to his face.

The Gunslinger was stunned for a moment but kept on fighting, he puts his revolver away and goes to fight the Immortal. The Immortal tried to grab the Gunslinger's metal arm only to realize it too was made of Silver as he was unable to keep a good grip as it slips off and it makes contact with his face. The Immortal stumbled back a bit and put his arms up in a fighting stance, growling at the Gunslinger. The Gunslinger lifted his arms in a fighting stance also. the Two men charged at each other. They both exchanged heavy strikes and blows to each other. What seemed like a quick fight for both men turned into an all out brawl. The Immortal had unnatural speed and strength to take down 1000 mortal men, and yet he couldn't put down this one mortal. The Gunslinger was holding up pretty well despite not having any unnatural abilities, But thanks to his arsenal of Holy Ammunition and Holy water at his disposal he managed to stay in the fight longer.

The brawl went on for more then an hour before both Men were on their knees, bloodied bruised and Weakened by each other's attacks. "You're... not a bad brawler Gunslinger... Not bad at all..." The Gunslinger chuckled a bit as he weakly wipes off a bit of blood from his lip. "Heh... Thanks... You're not so bad for being an Immortal... Almost thought you had me there a few times... Got to give you props."

As the two men gave each other compliments for that moment of rest, A woman's voice was heard . "Well, well, Well... It would seem the Immortal finally met his match." The Immortal looked shocked as he turned his head to where the voice was, the Gunslinger was confused as he looked to the Immortal's direction as well. In their sights the Witch and her Servant the Reaper are Standing there. The Witch merely snidely chuckled while The Reaper stood there silently. "My, I can't believe that the great and powerful Immortal would be equal to a lowly Mortal... How Cute." The Immortal growls at the Witch, his sharp Canine's grinding against each other. "WITCH... WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT!?" The Gunslinger looked at the Immortal now every confused as he thought all Unholy creatures were allies. The Witch merely cackled at the Immortal's question. "Oh my dear, Immortal... You know exactly what I want... the destruction of humanity and the rise of evil... what else?" The Immortal growled as he tries rushes towards the Witch, only to be stopped by the Reaper who placed a shotgun to his chest and blasts him back, the Immortal gets pushed back and falls on his back, with his chest wide open and regenerating very slowly then earlier, The Gunslinger pulled out his revolver and tries to take down the witch only for the Reaper to kick his hand as the shot was fired in the air then taking a punch to the face, knocking him on his back, groaning.

"Hm... I expected the mortal to be taken down easily, but you Immortal... You truly have lost your strength over the years... I am very disappointed in you." The witch said in a impertinent tone as she sits on her Broom staff, clicking her tongue in Disappointment. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, I thought of you better then that?" The Immortal breathed raggedly. the Gunslinger groans in pain. "Ah well... The fun must end after all... Reaper... Kill them." The Witch Snapped her fingers, the Reaper chuckled darkly. "My pleasure..."

The Reaper Stands over the Two weakened men and points his Dual shotguns at their heads. "Rest in peace." As the Reaper pulled the triggers slowly, Two arrows Whiz out of No where and Knock the Weapons out of Reaper's hands. "GAH, WHO DARES ATTACK THE REAPER!?" Another arrow flies towards The Reaper, but Just in time, He managed to Catch the arrow. "Demon... Your aim is still impressive... But You're still no match for me." The cloak covered Figure was sitting up top a tree branch before lowering his Bow.

The Demon removes his cloak and drops to the ground. The Demon's skin was as black as death, his eyes glowing pure white, his hair wrapped around by a darkened cloth, around his left arm and chest was a tattoo of an Oni (a Japanese Demon), He wore a white archer garb with a red Sash around his waist, a Japanese wine flask was hanging on the sash half full with wine, on his feet wore black ninja leggings, in his hand he held his black bow.

"Maybe so Reaper, However... Your Black heart will be pierced by my arrows." The Demon pulls out three arrows from his quiver and fires all three arrows at Reaper. The Reaper quickly turned into a Dark mist avoiding the arrows with ease, but after reforming, The Demon Fires another arrows, only it courses with dark energy. "Akuma wa watashi no teki o shōhi shimasu!" (The Demon consume my enemies!), The Arrow flies towards the Reaper, An image of a Demonic Oni with a club roars towards Reaper as it opens its mouth and Consumes Reaper.

The Reaper was on his knees, severely Burned by the Demon's power. The Witch only yawns rudely then snaps her fingers at the Reaper. "Enough, Servant we have wasted enough time Playing with these fools.. We have business to attend to." The Witch sits on her Broom staff and Flies away cackling into the wind, While Reaper Melds his form into the shadow and disappears Following his master.

The Demon Sheathes his weapons and looked at Both injured men. The Demon sighs and rubs his eyes. "That Woman has no idea of the risks I take for her..." The Demon Gripes to himself as he picked up the Gunslinger and Immortal, Placing them over his shoulders, taking them into the Black forest.

Meanwhile at Junkenstein manor. The mad doctor was drinking his tea while he finishes up the last minute adjustments. "Mhh...That's some good tea." Dr. Junkenstein Throws the cup at one of his Zomnic creations. "NOW ITS TIME TO UNLEASH MY VENGENCE ON THE TOWN!" The Doctor rushed towards his tarp Covered creation, Grabs it and pulls it to reveal: JUNKENSTEIN'S MONSTER!

The monster was more beast then man, his body was stiched together, it's skin a sickly yet decomposing green, it wore a Purple jacket with a stylish purple pants and black boots, the creature also had on it's back a machine that had two metal telsa coils sticking out as well as one small coil sticking on his left foot, The creature's stomach was filled with metal contraptions as a it was bulging and some of the scrap was sticking out, the most noticeable feature of this crime against nature was the Black flat-top and it's face, by all that is merciful the creature wasn't dignified with a human face, It's face resembled that of a hog, and the lower part of the mouth was human, it was Atrocious.

"Yes...YES, MY MONSTER WILL COME ALIVE...Then I shall make it destroy the town...AND TAKE IT OVER, SO THE WORLD WILL KNOW THE NAME OF JUNKENSTEIN!" The mad doctor cackles maniacally as he walks over to the Lever next to his Zomnic servant. "PULL THE LEVER!" The Zomnic pulled the lever... The incorrect one anyways, the doctor was flung into the air by a trap of his design. "WRONG LEVER!" The doctor injuries himself but was unphased by the fall. he Grumbles to himself holding a wrench, then bashes his Zomnic creation until it was scrap.
"Ahem... NOW TO POWER MY MONSTER!" Dr. Junkenstein pulls the correct lever, The ceiling began to open lifting the ramp that held his monster and the large Telsa coil, as lightening crashed onto the ramp, the mad doctor began to cackle like a true mad scientist as the lightning finally struck his machine, which powers it up, the electrical current moves freely around the coil until Dr. Junkenstein Pulls another lever, The machine rumbles in static until it fires an electrical discharge powering up the monster.

Dr. Junkenstein pulls the levers upward powering off his machines and lowering the ramp. Once lowered Dr. Junkenstein rushed over to his Monster awaiting its first signs of life.

... Any moment now.

...Any moment now.

... The Monster never awoke from the Power it was given.

looked at his monster cried. "NOO! MY CREATION, IT WON"T COME ALIIIVE!" He rushed over to his lab table and tossed everything onto the floor until he stumbled over his destroyed Zomnic Servant, and Wept as he thought of himself a failure.
"They were right...They were ALL right...Perhaps I am a Quak...a failure of a Scientist." The Mad Doctor was nothing more then a mess, weeping over a creation that should NEVER come to life, but Fate had other plans.

"Perhaps We might be of assistance?"