Oh yeah, part two of this fascinating fic. Thanks to Insomiac and Boltstryke, thier praise has rekindled the spirit of creativity in the name of Venomous Fang. Okay, so it isn't that dramatic, but, if you like our work, spread the word
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Fighting is always both a fascinating battle of wit and strength. Two opponents, dueling it out depite their true objectives, fearing defeat and welcoming victory.
But made more interesting when the floor was cluttered with glass and a dozen of deadly shadows.
Fang was at a loss, the large falcon he was up against was winning. With each flash of his blade, Zelkin was getting closer to slaughtering the near-defenseless weasel. Nack's only line of defense was the small dagger he was weilding. A spark there, a flash of metal, Nack's hand was aching from the repeated sword strikes. The other Oaks had "secured" the ballroom by standing staticly in stoic silence (uh, yeah) beside the doors and windows. It was a sign that killing Nack wasn't the only thing they were after. To Nack's knowlage, Rouge and the rest of the others were corraled into the kitchen.
"Stop this nonsense, Weasel," the falcon said. "Make it easy. It's not right for someone to die tired."
"I haven't even broken a sweat," Fang lied. In what seemed to be a trained reaction, all of the other oaks swiftly drew their swords. Zelkin drew back.
"Soldiers," Zelkin said out loud. "Coming from the stairs below."
"We have to go now," one of the Oaks said. "We knew the risks of breaking into a military function."
"No, we can easily take them," another Oak said. "It's only G.U.N. after all. Probably a bunch of robots."
Nack noticed that a small aura of light had surrounded him. The Oaks looked on in dismay.
"Damnit, Ivan," Fang yelled out loud. "What the hell are you doin-" before he could finish, a bright light engufled his body and a wave of gut-wrenching motions fell through him. Before he knew it, he was standing in the large metal Rukker, humming with a dull roar. Ivan was sitting near a large tabletop that was decked out with monitors. Fang immediately drew his gun and poited it at the rat.
"Just what in hell do you think you're doing?!" Ivan reacted. "You were nearly dead."
"Send me back," Fang said shaking his gun. "Somebody's back there, and she's waiting for me!"
"You're losing it! We have all the information we need," Ivan shook. "Nac-"
"Do it!" Fang yelled. Ivan forcebly punched his keyboard and typed in a command, and Fang felt the same dizzy rush.
Fang dropped from mid-air and fell to the ground behind a mass of lumbering G.U.N.
SWATbots, large silver-and-black bodies with small heads and skinny apendages. They were losing to a few of the Oaks. Fang instantly recognized that he was just outside to entrance of the ballroom. Just before they scrapped the last robot, an Oak spotted him.
"Hey! He didn't go anywhere!" the scarfed figure yelled which cued a large group to flow out of the doorway, swords in hand. One ran fast towards him, a human Oak, and Fang slipped to the side to punch him in the gut. The man curled on impact immedeately and fell to the ground. A few more came through the door, but a lot of yelling was heard from the ballroom. Fang hurried to it, despite the Oaks coming at him. A large one jumped up, sword raised over his head.
But then he collapsed in mid-air in sort of a sick and twisted dance. His sword flew away while his arms and legs flailed in the air. He landed on his feet and collapsed on the ground. Exausted. A few of the other Oaks' attention was diverted to whoever shot the clumsy Oak. More of the scarved thieves fell to the ground, enough for Fang to get inside.
Rouge was there in there with a plasma shot in hand, fending off a few of the Oaks. Quite a few, actually. Fang drew his laser shot and blasted away a few of the party-bashers, and only two others and Zelkin remained. Rouge shot a mystified look at Nack.
"I was miss informed about this weasel," Zelkin said as he flew up into the air. Rouge and Fang both fired at the flying hawk, but Zelkin just dodged them like nothing. The large hawk dived in on Rouge and grabbed her by the neck and swooped up again.
"Nicholas!" Rouge yelled while she tried to pry Zelkin's talons off her neck.
"Nicholas?" Zelkin laughed. "That's Nack the Weasel. This lil' bastard has been chased by GUN for quite some time!" Zelkin said as he shook her at Fang, almost in a mocking manner. "I see that this girl is important to you. Hand yourself over and... she won't be harmed."
Fang pointed his firearm at Zelkin, but felt powerless. There was no doubt in his mind that Zelkin would use Rouge as a human (anthromorph, whatever) sheild. And earlier, Fang couldn't even land a shot on the damn bird. He dropped his gun in defeat.
"Smart boy," Zelkin said. He suddenly streched out the arm that was holding Rouge. "But this is an agent. Trash to both of us." Zelkin suddenly flew out of the shattered skylight, gone from the ballroom. Nack could hear Rouge's screaming. Fang dashed towards the glass window in the eastern wall of the room, hoping that it wasn't as thick as he hoped it was. A disorienting vibration rocked his body as he flew out of the window.
And into the night, hundreds of feet above the ground.
Amazingly, Fang had hit the ground running. The ballroom was set on a hotel that steeply sloped on its sides. Feet flying back and forth under him, he was nearly skidding down the side of the wall, with Zelkin seen flying over the top of a nearby building.
"Ivan!!" Fang yelled, skidding down. "Get me over there!!" As if on command, the same, body-twisting feeling washed over him. A blurred vison of Zelkin appeard below him. Fang raised both of his fists in the air and slammed hard into Zelkin's neck.
"Gwah!!" Zelkin cried out, letting lose of his grip on Rouge. Zelkin fell on the roof below on his back and Rouge landed on her feet with the aid of her wings. Fang ran toward Rouge.
"Are you alright?" Fang asked her. She tuened her head, showing dissapointment. "Sorry... "
Rouge abruptly shoved her gun at the weasel's chest. "Don't say sorry to me...," she said in a aching voice. ".. how dare you!"
"Rouge," Fang said, putting his hand over the nozzle of her firearm. "This was all a mistake."
"This is a very touching moment," Zelkin said, standing up. The falcon drew an old-fashoned revolver from his belt and fired, tossing Nack from the roof. Zelkin made his way over to Rouge, taking his time.
After watching Nack plummet, Rouge was trying her best to collect herself and seem indeffrent to Nack's demise. She shifted her grip on her gun and aimed at the falcon.
"I see," Zelkin said. "No tears from this soldier." Two Oaks fell from the air and silently landed on his feet. Rouge unsteadily aimed at them.
"Ha," the Oak to Zelkin's left said. "This is a time-waster. Let's go check on that weasel."
"No," said Zelkin. "I have a better idea." All three of them leapt off the side of the flat building, leaving a confused and tired Rouge. She hurried to the other side where she saw Nack fall. No trace or clue, blood or anything was left behind. Nack must have survied the fall, Rouge thought. A sudden slam shook the roof. Rouge turned around to see a gray/white hedgehog dressed in the typical GEAR uniform: silver jacket, black pants and undershirt, and a extending sword handle protruding from his back. He was unusally tall, and the way he walked made him seem heavy and powerful.
"Let's go," the nearly silver hedgehog said to her. "Everyone needs to go back to the hotel. We're going to investigate this sudden appearance of the Oaks."
--Back in Eastside Station Square--
Nack woke up in his room in the Pumpkin Hill coal mine, and he was getting tired of seeing the leaky rock that served as the ceiling of his room. A face intruded his view. A stranger. One with a white face and piecing red eyes. A female fox.
"Okay, he's awake," she said. She stood up, and Fang could see that she wore absolutely nothing. She didn't need to, her fur was thick enough. Her body was white, all the way from her hair to the tip of her tail. She was a fox, and her red eyes and pink nose proved that she had some extreme case of albanism. Fang slumped up, and pain ran through his arm. He looked over to see a bandage that wrapped his left arm. His target sight id'ed her as a young woman named Scarlett Illmis. It also showed that she is assosiated with Ivan Cameron and... Jack the Cat?
"What- where-, damn, where's Ivan?" Fang said as he shuffled to his feet.
"I see that Target Sight serves you well," she said. "He's in his lab, as always."
"What connection do you have with Ivan?" Fang asked.
"I am like you, one of Ivan's high-paid gophers. I don't mind the work, and I sorta like it here. Though I'll never let him touch me with a scalpel to put one of those crazy implants in me," she said. Her voice was soft, though she probably couldn't sing. Not like Rouge's. "I just came back with a piece of the Diary."
"How long have I been out?" Fang asked. He had a lot of questions to ask, but didin't care to ask them.
"A few hours, actually," she said. "It's around eleven 'o clock."
"I have to go," Fang said, straighting his coat.
"For what? I already brought back the Marvelous Queen."
"No, I have to find someone. At least I hope she's still alive."
"Hmm... ," Scarlett sighed. "Fine, just be easy on that arm."
Fang walked out the door, leaving it open for Scarlett. After walking down the normal path of alternating burnt-out and running lights and came to the lab. But there was no sign of Ivan.
"Hey, Ivan," Fang said out loud. "Where are you? Did you lose a screw or something? Heh heh."
A breif moment of silence. Then a swish of air was heard in the room, a stack of monitors fell and crash on the floor and a shadow tackled him from behind. A breif tumble in the dark room and the intruder ripped a knife into the air. Slashing again and again. It was an Oak, with a long scarf following the movements. The Oak looked across the room, looking at scarlett.
"So this is Ivan's little squad. Where's the cat." the Oak demanded in a femenine voice. She was wearing a hood, and the room was too dark to distinguish anything.
"Why does your little Boy Scout troop want with us?" Fang said, with the knees of his attacker pressing on his chest. She returned the remark with a swift punch.
"Don't mock me," she said. She removed her hood, which showed a beautiful female canine face and reckless blue hair. Fang's target sight id'ed her as Marion Oakmi, the daughter and only child of the infamous Valgas Okami.
(Props to ya if you remember what other DCI fic she came from)
"Where's Ivan?" Scarlett said sternly, Fang discovered why Marion didn't immedeately kill him: Scarlett was aiming a black handgun at the wolf's head.
"Somewhere. He's alive," Marion said, holding the knife close the Fang's adams apple. "We'll let him go. For a price." She paused. "Instead of retrieving the Gerald Diaries, hand them to us."
"Bust our asses for some dirty old theif?" Scarlett said. Marion shook her head.
"Don't want to cooperate?" Marion said. "Then you're useless." The wolf drew a revolver quick as lightning and sent out a volley of shots in Scarlett's direction. Oddly enough, Scarlet wasn't touched.
"Ever hear of a transmisson hologram?" Scarlett said. "I'mnot here right now. So leave a message after the beep." And flickered out.
"That doesn't matter," Marion said. She tightened her grip on Fang's collar. "I still have you."
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Fang was in the air, riding atop the Marvelous Queen, trying the best he could to collect his nerve. The Oak was suddenly an threat, aside from Bahn. Bahn, what did he want from him from the first place? That strange duel was pointless. Nevermind that, though, the Oak was enough to worry about.
Below the city was buzzing with loud music, speeding cars, neon lights, and people walking the streets. Without Ivan, Fang had no clue where the next diary piece would be.
Not too far away.....
"Let's see you offend the Red Spine Gang!" the figure on a nearby rooftop muttered to himself as he loaded his rifle. Taking careful aim, he centered the flying motorcyle into the cursor of the rifle's scope. He heard a voice behind him.
"...don't kill him, just take him out of the sky," it was the heavy, yet rushed voice of Bahn.
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Fighting is always both a fascinating battle of wit and strength. Two opponents, dueling it out depite their true objectives, fearing defeat and welcoming victory.
But made more interesting when the floor was cluttered with glass and a dozen of deadly shadows.
Fang was at a loss, the large falcon he was up against was winning. With each flash of his blade, Zelkin was getting closer to slaughtering the near-defenseless weasel. Nack's only line of defense was the small dagger he was weilding. A spark there, a flash of metal, Nack's hand was aching from the repeated sword strikes. The other Oaks had "secured" the ballroom by standing staticly in stoic silence (uh, yeah) beside the doors and windows. It was a sign that killing Nack wasn't the only thing they were after. To Nack's knowlage, Rouge and the rest of the others were corraled into the kitchen.
"Stop this nonsense, Weasel," the falcon said. "Make it easy. It's not right for someone to die tired."
"I haven't even broken a sweat," Fang lied. In what seemed to be a trained reaction, all of the other oaks swiftly drew their swords. Zelkin drew back.
"Soldiers," Zelkin said out loud. "Coming from the stairs below."
"We have to go now," one of the Oaks said. "We knew the risks of breaking into a military function."
"No, we can easily take them," another Oak said. "It's only G.U.N. after all. Probably a bunch of robots."
Nack noticed that a small aura of light had surrounded him. The Oaks looked on in dismay.
"Damnit, Ivan," Fang yelled out loud. "What the hell are you doin-" before he could finish, a bright light engufled his body and a wave of gut-wrenching motions fell through him. Before he knew it, he was standing in the large metal Rukker, humming with a dull roar. Ivan was sitting near a large tabletop that was decked out with monitors. Fang immediately drew his gun and poited it at the rat.
"Just what in hell do you think you're doing?!" Ivan reacted. "You were nearly dead."
"Send me back," Fang said shaking his gun. "Somebody's back there, and she's waiting for me!"
"You're losing it! We have all the information we need," Ivan shook. "Nac-"
"Do it!" Fang yelled. Ivan forcebly punched his keyboard and typed in a command, and Fang felt the same dizzy rush.
Fang dropped from mid-air and fell to the ground behind a mass of lumbering G.U.N.
SWATbots, large silver-and-black bodies with small heads and skinny apendages. They were losing to a few of the Oaks. Fang instantly recognized that he was just outside to entrance of the ballroom. Just before they scrapped the last robot, an Oak spotted him.
"Hey! He didn't go anywhere!" the scarfed figure yelled which cued a large group to flow out of the doorway, swords in hand. One ran fast towards him, a human Oak, and Fang slipped to the side to punch him in the gut. The man curled on impact immedeately and fell to the ground. A few more came through the door, but a lot of yelling was heard from the ballroom. Fang hurried to it, despite the Oaks coming at him. A large one jumped up, sword raised over his head.
But then he collapsed in mid-air in sort of a sick and twisted dance. His sword flew away while his arms and legs flailed in the air. He landed on his feet and collapsed on the ground. Exausted. A few of the other Oaks' attention was diverted to whoever shot the clumsy Oak. More of the scarved thieves fell to the ground, enough for Fang to get inside.
Rouge was there in there with a plasma shot in hand, fending off a few of the Oaks. Quite a few, actually. Fang drew his laser shot and blasted away a few of the party-bashers, and only two others and Zelkin remained. Rouge shot a mystified look at Nack.
"I was miss informed about this weasel," Zelkin said as he flew up into the air. Rouge and Fang both fired at the flying hawk, but Zelkin just dodged them like nothing. The large hawk dived in on Rouge and grabbed her by the neck and swooped up again.
"Nicholas!" Rouge yelled while she tried to pry Zelkin's talons off her neck.
"Nicholas?" Zelkin laughed. "That's Nack the Weasel. This lil' bastard has been chased by GUN for quite some time!" Zelkin said as he shook her at Fang, almost in a mocking manner. "I see that this girl is important to you. Hand yourself over and... she won't be harmed."
Fang pointed his firearm at Zelkin, but felt powerless. There was no doubt in his mind that Zelkin would use Rouge as a human (anthromorph, whatever) sheild. And earlier, Fang couldn't even land a shot on the damn bird. He dropped his gun in defeat.
"Smart boy," Zelkin said. He suddenly streched out the arm that was holding Rouge. "But this is an agent. Trash to both of us." Zelkin suddenly flew out of the shattered skylight, gone from the ballroom. Nack could hear Rouge's screaming. Fang dashed towards the glass window in the eastern wall of the room, hoping that it wasn't as thick as he hoped it was. A disorienting vibration rocked his body as he flew out of the window.
And into the night, hundreds of feet above the ground.
Amazingly, Fang had hit the ground running. The ballroom was set on a hotel that steeply sloped on its sides. Feet flying back and forth under him, he was nearly skidding down the side of the wall, with Zelkin seen flying over the top of a nearby building.
"Ivan!!" Fang yelled, skidding down. "Get me over there!!" As if on command, the same, body-twisting feeling washed over him. A blurred vison of Zelkin appeard below him. Fang raised both of his fists in the air and slammed hard into Zelkin's neck.
"Gwah!!" Zelkin cried out, letting lose of his grip on Rouge. Zelkin fell on the roof below on his back and Rouge landed on her feet with the aid of her wings. Fang ran toward Rouge.
"Are you alright?" Fang asked her. She tuened her head, showing dissapointment. "Sorry... "
Rouge abruptly shoved her gun at the weasel's chest. "Don't say sorry to me...," she said in a aching voice. ".. how dare you!"
"Rouge," Fang said, putting his hand over the nozzle of her firearm. "This was all a mistake."
"This is a very touching moment," Zelkin said, standing up. The falcon drew an old-fashoned revolver from his belt and fired, tossing Nack from the roof. Zelkin made his way over to Rouge, taking his time.
After watching Nack plummet, Rouge was trying her best to collect herself and seem indeffrent to Nack's demise. She shifted her grip on her gun and aimed at the falcon.
"I see," Zelkin said. "No tears from this soldier." Two Oaks fell from the air and silently landed on his feet. Rouge unsteadily aimed at them.
"Ha," the Oak to Zelkin's left said. "This is a time-waster. Let's go check on that weasel."
"No," said Zelkin. "I have a better idea." All three of them leapt off the side of the flat building, leaving a confused and tired Rouge. She hurried to the other side where she saw Nack fall. No trace or clue, blood or anything was left behind. Nack must have survied the fall, Rouge thought. A sudden slam shook the roof. Rouge turned around to see a gray/white hedgehog dressed in the typical GEAR uniform: silver jacket, black pants and undershirt, and a extending sword handle protruding from his back. He was unusally tall, and the way he walked made him seem heavy and powerful.
"Let's go," the nearly silver hedgehog said to her. "Everyone needs to go back to the hotel. We're going to investigate this sudden appearance of the Oaks."
--Back in Eastside Station Square--
Nack woke up in his room in the Pumpkin Hill coal mine, and he was getting tired of seeing the leaky rock that served as the ceiling of his room. A face intruded his view. A stranger. One with a white face and piecing red eyes. A female fox.
"Okay, he's awake," she said. She stood up, and Fang could see that she wore absolutely nothing. She didn't need to, her fur was thick enough. Her body was white, all the way from her hair to the tip of her tail. She was a fox, and her red eyes and pink nose proved that she had some extreme case of albanism. Fang slumped up, and pain ran through his arm. He looked over to see a bandage that wrapped his left arm. His target sight id'ed her as a young woman named Scarlett Illmis. It also showed that she is assosiated with Ivan Cameron and... Jack the Cat?
"What- where-, damn, where's Ivan?" Fang said as he shuffled to his feet.
"I see that Target Sight serves you well," she said. "He's in his lab, as always."
"What connection do you have with Ivan?" Fang asked.
"I am like you, one of Ivan's high-paid gophers. I don't mind the work, and I sorta like it here. Though I'll never let him touch me with a scalpel to put one of those crazy implants in me," she said. Her voice was soft, though she probably couldn't sing. Not like Rouge's. "I just came back with a piece of the Diary."
"How long have I been out?" Fang asked. He had a lot of questions to ask, but didin't care to ask them.
"A few hours, actually," she said. "It's around eleven 'o clock."
"I have to go," Fang said, straighting his coat.
"For what? I already brought back the Marvelous Queen."
"No, I have to find someone. At least I hope she's still alive."
"Hmm... ," Scarlett sighed. "Fine, just be easy on that arm."
Fang walked out the door, leaving it open for Scarlett. After walking down the normal path of alternating burnt-out and running lights and came to the lab. But there was no sign of Ivan.
"Hey, Ivan," Fang said out loud. "Where are you? Did you lose a screw or something? Heh heh."
A breif moment of silence. Then a swish of air was heard in the room, a stack of monitors fell and crash on the floor and a shadow tackled him from behind. A breif tumble in the dark room and the intruder ripped a knife into the air. Slashing again and again. It was an Oak, with a long scarf following the movements. The Oak looked across the room, looking at scarlett.
"So this is Ivan's little squad. Where's the cat." the Oak demanded in a femenine voice. She was wearing a hood, and the room was too dark to distinguish anything.
"Why does your little Boy Scout troop want with us?" Fang said, with the knees of his attacker pressing on his chest. She returned the remark with a swift punch.
"Don't mock me," she said. She removed her hood, which showed a beautiful female canine face and reckless blue hair. Fang's target sight id'ed her as Marion Oakmi, the daughter and only child of the infamous Valgas Okami.
(Props to ya if you remember what other DCI fic she came from)
"Where's Ivan?" Scarlett said sternly, Fang discovered why Marion didn't immedeately kill him: Scarlett was aiming a black handgun at the wolf's head.
"Somewhere. He's alive," Marion said, holding the knife close the Fang's adams apple. "We'll let him go. For a price." She paused. "Instead of retrieving the Gerald Diaries, hand them to us."
"Bust our asses for some dirty old theif?" Scarlett said. Marion shook her head.
"Don't want to cooperate?" Marion said. "Then you're useless." The wolf drew a revolver quick as lightning and sent out a volley of shots in Scarlett's direction. Oddly enough, Scarlet wasn't touched.
"Ever hear of a transmisson hologram?" Scarlett said. "I'mnot here right now. So leave a message after the beep." And flickered out.
"That doesn't matter," Marion said. She tightened her grip on Fang's collar. "I still have you."
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Fang was in the air, riding atop the Marvelous Queen, trying the best he could to collect his nerve. The Oak was suddenly an threat, aside from Bahn. Bahn, what did he want from him from the first place? That strange duel was pointless. Nevermind that, though, the Oak was enough to worry about.
Below the city was buzzing with loud music, speeding cars, neon lights, and people walking the streets. Without Ivan, Fang had no clue where the next diary piece would be.
Not too far away.....
"Let's see you offend the Red Spine Gang!" the figure on a nearby rooftop muttered to himself as he loaded his rifle. Taking careful aim, he centered the flying motorcyle into the cursor of the rifle's scope. He heard a voice behind him.
"...don't kill him, just take him out of the sky," it was the heavy, yet rushed voice of Bahn.
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