Enemy 18: Society=Scum (The Deluded)
Well it's about time to offend a few more social groups with some crack-filled mayhem! If I offend you, well...That was bound to happen sometime, congratulations. Now enjoy and review!
The tightly packed streets of Newcastle carried an air smelling of the sea, though that was quite far off, the ocean's water drifted in down the mighty river Tyne that ran though there. But beneath that intoxicating scent of the salty waters of the river, a pungent stench of hair products and excessive deodorants rotted the air.
The people seemed mostly the same as anywhere else in England...Nothing much out of the ordinary, except for a few people. A select few who had become the latest entertainment craze amongst the brain-dead youth around the world.
There was something terribly off about these people. Geordies... The word alone was nauseating, sounding like a degenerative fungal disease rather than a sub-species of human. But all over Newcastle (Theirs not mine.) swarms of young Neanderthals were staggering towards bars and clubs with horrendously fake girls clinging to them. Their fake tans were so thick it formed a third layer of skin around their silicon implanted breasts which were barely contained within ill-fitting shirts.
It would have been great if they were real women, but these 'girls' were just plastic tarts. As attractive as a blow-up doll. The only reason men were throwing themselves at them was because of the dangerously elevated alcohol content swimming about in their veins.
The men were equally distasteful. The idea of clothes had not truly sunk into their heads so they walked around almost as naked as when they were born. Oiled up musculature, layered with thick applications of fake tan and then more oil served as their shirts. Their pants desperately clung to their assess, struggling to stay up but losing an uphill battle. But they didn't care. To have so many eyes falling upon their supposedly well-sculpted bodies was just another way of stroking their immensely undeserved egos.
An eventful life of metrosexual obsessiveness, getting mottled and then fighting swarms of like-minded people in no-holds-barred brawls with no real purpose. Feeding frenzies of spastic punches and body shots consumed their 'lives' all the while camera phones recorded every move.
But more recently, actual cameras were following these misguided missing links between ape and man. Real TV crews were documenting them as if they were the most interesting people on the planet. The world of teenagers had never been more pointless and stupid. But somehow it made good television.
With the violent and abrupt deaths of former teen idols such as Rebecca Black and Justin Beiber the title was once again ready to be claimed. Someone needed to become an unrealistic idol for the next generation of children...children with parents...parents with money. And so the gang on Geordie Shore tried their best to bring an enlightening educational experience for the children and Bogans of the world.
But Alucard had other plans. His rage at being abandoned brought him to despise this world and everything it stood for. He had fought for long centuries protecting those he deemed worthy enough to be called 'master' and yet no matter what, the world always worked against him. Vampires still plagued the earth. The people never thanked him, never mad his job worthwhile. The stared, they screamed, they attacked, but they never appreciated the lengths he had gone to, all in the name of his master.
And so Alucard wanted to pay them back. This world was corrupt. The weak no longer hid, they had voices and the deluded fools gained power and followers for their empty causes. They did not deserve to be protected, to be saved! And so Alucard decided it was about time to show them the true wrath of a vampire. They would learn to respect and fear him or they would all die!
He decided to destroy another public figure. The world would witness the great demon Alucard once again as he destroyed another figure-head in the media-dominated modern world. The fear would spread and then they would either beg for forgiveness or fight back. That would be the really fun part! Alucard couldn't wait!
And so he rushed to Newcastle and prepared to flood the River Tyne with the dismembered corpses of the dead and bring about a new age of darkness!
Seras spent the next few hours in a dingy bar down-town. She needed something strong enough to drown away the fact that she had killed a defenceless homeless person. She didn't understand how in the Hell Alucard could just walk away from such things with a smile. She felt terrible for it, well not completely. She wasn't that concerned, but she feared retribution for her crime.
And so she sat at a lop-sided stool in the dirty little pub, gulping down a pint of lager in less than thirty seconds and then slamming the glass against the bar. People looked over to her and some stared, but most realised that was a common occurrence around these parts and so they turned away. Seras couldn't stand their stares. She could feel them boring into her back and so she stepped outside (After paying of course. She was already a murderer but she wasn't going to add theft to her list of offences...Yet...)
The air outside was cold and the young vampiress couldn't help but shiver, releasing a soft moan as her body convulsed from the cold. That was when she noticed them...It was also when they noticed her.
Oh fuck...Just speed up and don't look at them! Maybe they didn't notice?
But they did. They noticed the sweet lonely blonde woman as she stumbled out of the bar. All four of them did. Seras felt their gazes wandering over her body from head to toe (Well not really, they mainly concentrated on the middle area...) and cursed. She wasn't in the mood for another confrontation and so she crossed over to the other side of the road, opposite the gang of bleached white douche-bags pretending to be black.
She sped up, walking quickly, but not fast enough to be in an obvious hurry. She kept her head low and moved away, but they started to trail along behind her. They jogged up beside her and then formed a semi-circle around the poor police girl, trapping her within a wall of body-odour and ugly children.
"Yo, yo, yo baby. Where you headed in such a hurry?" The 'alpha male' of the gang asked while swinging his hands around like a clown. He wore an ill-fitting basketball jersey and shorts which were hanging down on his knees. A cheap gold chain dangled from his neck with a small plate in the centre inscribed with the words, 'Pla Boy'. Seras resisted the urge to groan and instead just closed her eyes.
"Look I have an appointment. I'm running late so if you don't mind-"
The leader struck his arm out in front of her and placed his hand on the wall. He leaned against it heavily and blocked the way forward for the police girl. "Whoa girl, slow your roll. We ain't done wit-chu yet."
"If you want a chew toy go buy a hooker. I don't have time to waste on a loser like you."
"Ho-ho! Dis niggaz got fangs!" the leader laughed mockingly.
Seras rolled her eyes and stepped to the side, only to be surrounded by the others. The formed a wall around her and blocked her in. The leader placed a hand against her cheek and Seras felt a strong urge to bite him and chew a couple of fingers off.
"So you doing anything later, babe?"
She rolled her eyes and sighed. "I already told you I have an appointment."
"An appointment huh? I get it. So how much?" The leader looked to his brain-dead gang and they all laughed like a pack of mentally deficient hyenas. Seras just closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down before she became homicidal. Unfortunately, in the middle of her tranquil meditation the alpha male shoved a wad of bills down her top. Her eyes shot open and she glared at his smugly smirking face. "That enough for a round or two?"
The alpha male was still leaning against the wall when Seras swept her leg out to one side and brought it around and behind his knees. She knocked his feet out from under him and the worthless wigger dropped like a bag of sand.
The others fell upon her in an instant, reaching for flick-knives, brass knuckles and one of them for a pistol. Seras spun back on her heel and stuck her fist out, using the momentum to deal a heavy back-hand to the fool with the gun. His weapon went flying through the air and he staggered backwards into a dumpster.
The boy with brass knuckles moved in close, taking up a rigid boxing stance that he probably learned from a video game. He swung a weak hook which Seras ducked under with ease. She then threw a fierce uppercut into his sternum. She felt bones cracking and organs being crushed under the tremendous, superhuman force behind her attack.
The knife wielder thrust at her back but the Police Girl twirled to the side and caught his wrist. She then pushed her weight into him and lifted him up off of his feet. The wigger screamed in panic as he was thrown into the brick wall which became painted in the dark red splattering of his cracked skull.
The disarmed gunman came back in for another attempt to bring the draculina down but Seras effortlessly stepped past him and raised him up by the throat. She delivered a devastating choke-slam which made mince-meat of his already minuscule brain.
By now the leader had found his legs and was back on his feet, but now he had the gun. With shaking hands he held the pistol on its side and hurled abuse and threats to her, but Seras was oblivious to his childishness now.
"Did you enjoy round one?" Seras snarled, "I promise you'll get your money's worth!"
"Shut it, bitch! I'll bust a cap in your god-damn ass!"
Seras grinned menacingly, "Oh yeah? Just you try it."
The wigger pulled the trigger (Ha that rhymes!)
There was a blur of movement.
The wigger suddenly collapsed, his head detaching from his shoulders. Seras rose from her crouch behind the bastard and licked the blood from her finger-nails. She suddenly felt something strange. It had dawned on her then, that...That she had just taken pleasure out of taking (Sub)human lives. Was this what Alucard felt? No wonder he was so violent. Seras had never felt such a thrill since...Well since she was with her master...
Seras glanced up at the sky and frowned.
Master...
Speaking of which, Alucard stood outside a popular Newcastle nightclub. He studied the flashing neon lights and listened to the thumping noises coming from the over-sized speakers inside. He cocked his Jackal and then he stepped inside.
In an instant all five senses were assaulted. Bright flashing lights (Perfect for triggering an epileptic fit) blazed across a hazy dance-floor, while hideously ugly people writhed about like fish on dry land with barely anything covering their artificially tanned flesh. The generously labelled 'music' was a retardedly repetitive thumping noise, like a hyperactive pacemaker with a few synthesiser notes behind it. And throughout it all a pungent duel was being fought between sweat and deodorants.
Alucard lifted his sleeve to his face and covered his nose while he hissed menacingly. The music was too loud for his warning to be heard but that meant nothing to him. It was more fun with the element of surprise.
The No-Life-King waded through the dance-floor, evading drunken whores who threw themselves at him in booze-induced heat. On his way a young man shuffled his way into his path, but Alucard did not stop. The two bumped into each other and the man whirled around with a fist clenched.
"Hey! Watch where you're going you-" He didn't finish the sentence. Alucard timed the shot perfectly so that it rang out with one of the excessively loud beats. No-one payed any heed as a bloody mist sprayed out from the young fool who collapsed under-foot, merely to be trampled by women in high heels.
Alucard strolled off casually, following a scent most foul. He reached the bar and scanned his surroundings, spotting the cameras around one of the booths in the corner. He watched curiously, the predator observing it's prey, waiting for the right moment. But his instinctual ritual was interrupted by a nauseating, campy voice.
"Hello handsome. Want something to drink."
Alucard did not turn around as he murmured, "I am not a lady," to the confused male.
"I know. So do you want a drink?" The fool persisted.
"Silence!" Alucard snarled at him, baring his vicious fangs.
"Nice fangs sweetie. I hope you don't bite too hard! Haha ha ha!"
Alucard glared down at the young man standing beside him. His voice was awfully effeminate for a male (Either that or he was a really strange lesbian.) The great vampire gave him a piercing stare and growled, "Are you not afraid of me?"
Rather than become alarmed, the boy just laughed his noisy, nasal squawking laugh. "So you're into twilight too huh? Well I'm hard for twi-hards! Haha ha ha!"
"Grr, Silence you lowly insect!" the demon howled.
"Ooh, hard to get! I'm liking you more and more."
"I'm warning you," Alucard began.
"Wanna dance?" The boy grabbed Alucard's sleeve. In an instant Alucard vanished from sight, reappearing behind the suddenly frightened faggot, his lips smeared in crimson. The boy stood rigid for a few seconds and then his body fell apart, splitting into several pieces. His head rolled across the bar like an obscene soccer ball before dropping down onto the floor.
Fortunately, the bar was pretty much abandoned at that point so no-one took notice of the violence. Instead the Neanderthals were drawn to a different scene of blood-shed. A brawl was raging around the corner booth and the cameramen were scuttling about like ants in search of the best shot.
Alucard strolled right into the thick of the fighting as if nothing was wrong. He took the punches and kicks and broken glasses and kept on going until he was right in the eye of the storm, the epicentre of the brawl. He took a deep breath and then-
"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRGHH!"
"Oh God! Help me!"
"What the fuck is that thing?"
"My legs! My fucking legs!"
"Run!"
"Get out now!"
"What's happening?"
Dozens of corpses piled up around the blood-spattered vampire. Alucard wiped his mouth and chuckled devilishly. It started as a low rumbling giggle and escalated into body-racking howls of maddening mirth. Alucard howled as the injured dragged themselves away and panicking clubbers trampled over them in their haste to escape.
Some people however were trapped, namely, those stuck in the corner booth. Alucard stood right in front of the booth, his blazing red eyes settling upon the three girls huddled together in the corner, sweat and tears causing their fake tans to run. One girl was trembling so fervently that her implanted mammaries were just about leaping out of her top. The girl on her left looked around confused and whispered uncertainly, "Is this really happening? I must be royally mottled!" The one on the right was sculling a bottle of vodka, most likely to knock herself out before she died.
Alucard let out a contented sigh and bowed. "Good evening ladies. I trust you are having a pleasant night?"
"Y-You killed them...You killed Gary and Jay and Greg and-"
"This wasn't in the contract!" Holly cried. "You lied to us MTV! You fucking lied!"
Alucard stroked the frightened girl's cheek and she suddenly went stiff. Alucard gazed at her almost sympathetically and whispered, "Be still, dear child."
Holly stared at him with wide eyes. "G-g-g-get t-the f-fuck off of m-me!" She tried to swat away at his arm but Alucard's gloved hand enclosed around her face and clenched shut like an industrial vice. Her head shattered like a watermelon on a Japanese beach, drenching her friends in her thick viscous blood and squishy brain matter. They screamed, high piercing screams, but not for long.
Alucard fired twice. Two thuds followed...
And then he laughed...
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