7/29/2014
THANKS TO THE LORD AND THE GEEK SQUAD MY INTERNET IS BACK ON! WHOOOO HOOOO! NO MORE SLOW TEXTING!
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SABRETOOTH. / BUS DRIVER
HYDES PARK
So this was Hydes Park.
Victor took in a deep breath, scenting the air. The aromas of fountain-water, grass, sandwiches and dog instantly greeted his nose...it should be noted that most of these canines were now whimpering in fear as theh hid behind their owners, under chairs, or even behind bushes. But the one scent he was looking for, the scent of charcoal and mint, was missing.
Completely uncaring about the people around him, Victor let out a roar of frustration to the heavens, sending people screaming...and a few calling the cops.
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BOBBY DRAKE / OLD LADY / THANATOS
The ice-controlling seventeen (17) year old didn't know whether to be relieved or more terrified. On one hand, he had escaped the Sabretooths claws, watching him bellow in anger from inside the protective sphere Thanatos had created. On the other, the old woman with the shark eyes and zombie nails still had a frighteningly strong grip on his shoulder and-he had to just face it-the woman creeped. Him. Out.
"There now, dearie, isn't this much better?" The hag asked sweetly, making his skin crawl.
"Let go of me!" Bobby was proud when his voice didn't stutter as he shoved at the taloned, twisted hand. Something about that sweet, grandmotherly voice paired with those soulless eyes and dagger-like nails was more than just scary; it was offensive. It was like biting into a decadent chocolate tiramisu cake only to find a broccoli filling. It was wrong and shocking in its wrongness.
The goth granny cackled ( her voice was sugar-sweet, but her laughter was like skulls) but let go.
"So, I believe your friend has managed to retrieve the serum?" Thanatos asked calmly and Bobby nodded, straightening his shoulders and lifting his chin.
"Yes, everything has gone as planned."
"Excellent." Bobbys robed tutor placed a warm hand on his shoulder. "Then let us go to her and proceed."
The scene before Bobbys eyes faded away just as the cops arrived.
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"Holy $# * look at the size of this guy!" Officer McKellens exclaimed as his squad car pulled into Hydes Park, answering a 9-1-1 call.
"I'm lookin' at his claws." McKellens partner Bernie answered, his own eyes huge. "I think this guys a mutant!"
"No, really? What was your first clue!?"
Another cop arrived and its owners came out guns drawn as well while still trying to calm the screaming civilians and safely evacuate the area.
One of the cops produced a bull-horn and proceeded to shout into it.
"EVERYONE REMAIN CALM! SIR, LAY DOWN ON THE GROUND AND PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!"
Of course, Sabretooth being Sabretooth did no such thing. Frustration at his elusive prey, the animalistic rage at being thwarted, and just plain habit had him letting out a loud, primal, alpha roar that made one cop actually fall to his knees while more than one undoubtedly felt a little weak.
Der Schatler briefly considered grabbing a hostage, but the very thought of his mate and his little brothers possible and very probable reactions tempered that idea.
"I REPEAT, LAY DOWN ON THE GROUND AND PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!"
How the $# / those goody-two shoes managed to get anything done when ripping out yards of intestine wasn't an option, Victor just couldn't figure out.
In the matter of a second, the seasoned feral had taken in all of his surroundings; the direction of the wind, the placement of the trees, the cops and their cars, the park benches and every screaming frail.
Before any of the scared peons could fire even a single shot, Victor reached out, grabbed hold of a wrought-iron park bench and literally ripped it from its moorings slamming it on its side infront of him to act as a barricade.( of course, it wouldn't stop every bullet and it wasn't like he couldn't heal, but he preferred to avoid being shot if possible.)
This was ridiculous! ! How was he supposed to hunt down the ice-prick while he was in a mexican stand-off!? And anyways-as much as he hated to admit it-the scent was gone as if Bobby Drake had never even been there (though his tried-and-true instincts assured him otherwise.)
'Alright, new plan' the Butcher snarled to himself
VOCABULARY:
ELUSIVE: something/someone that keeps escaping capture
THWARTED: to keep from doing or being done; block, hinder
8/12/2014
11:17pm: Again, there's more to this chapter, but I figured I'd better post so you'd know this story isn't dead.