Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story with the exception of Gabriel, Riven, and Mashirra, and for Mashirra, the name is from Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust, which I don't own either.
Okay, here is the cast list.
The League
Harrison Ford...Indiana Jones (The Adventurer)
Antonio Banderas...El Mariachi (The Legend)
Johnny Depp...Capt. Jack Sparrow (The Pirate)
Alsyon Hannigan...Willow Rosenburg (The Witch)
Michael Sheen...Lucian (The Hybrid)
Matt Damon...Jason Bourne (The Assassin)
Christian Bale...Gabriel (The Demon)
Non League Members
Richard Roxburgh...M
Jazmin Damak...Sonja
Jason Isaacs…Norman Caprice
Villains
Gary Oldman…(Who he plays will be announced, in time)
Erwin Leder…Jurgen Wulf
Tom Hardy...Mashirra (Shapeshifter)
Milla Jovovich...Bloodrayne (Hired Hitman…err, woman)
Donnie Yen…Riven
Okay, here is the prologue.
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Prologue
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A quiet dusk was usually the sign of upcoming danger, or possible Armageddon; although in today's modern era, not everything works out the way that it appears that it's going to.
Jack Lockwood watched through an open window as the sun slowly began its descent downward as the first signs of darkness began to slowly creep in. He sat, his legs crossed, staring at the large machine on the opposite end of the large room he was in. Several people were scurrying around the machine like rats, checking to see if everything was in the right place.
Sometimes he envied his fellow co-workers, that they were able to keep their minds occupied in this place, but for Jack, that was a very difficult task.
He had worked there for ten years, and while the job was an interesting one, nothing ever truly exciting happened. That was saying something, considering that he worked in a secret government lab, on various, bizarre secrets. It almost sounded like something from a science fiction movie, but it was a very real job.
"I'll see you tomorrow," one of his co-workers stated as he walked over to clock out. Jack nodded, and then rose to his feet to do so also.
Suddenly, he paused, and for some odd reason, tensed. His co-worker noticed this, and stopped. "What is it," he asked.
Jack tried to shake the feeling off, but it wouldn't subside. "I…I don't know. I just got chills up my spine, you know, like when something bad is about to happen."
His co-worker nodded with a chuckle. "Yeah, I get that all the time. What you need is a cold drink. I'm heading to that tavern near the movie theatre. Want to come?"
Jack paused, and then smiled with a nod. "What the hell. I could use a drink," he said as he clocked out before moving to the door.
The wall behind him suddenly exploded, sending concrete all over the room. Jack and everyone else instantly dived for cover. "HOLY SHIT!" Another worker exclaimed as the debris stopped falling.
For a moment there was nothing but silence, as everyone rose to their feet. "Is everyone okay," Jack asked, and everyone nodded.
Then, a shadow appeared in the large hole that now took up a good portion of the wall, and it leapt into the room and landed with the grace of a cat. He stood upright, a smirk fixed upon his handsome features. He wore all black: black boots, black pants, and a black long-sleeved shirt. He had a shaved head and dark colored eyes.
He started to walk foreword, then stopped, and looked back at the giant hole. He dropped his mouth open in mock surprise. "Whoa," he said in a sarcastic tone before letting out a chuckle. "You might want to have someone take a look at that," he stated before turning around and moving foreword.
"FREEZE!!"
The bald man glanced over at the side door and cocked an eyebrow at seeing the eight guards who were aiming rifles at him. He sighed and took a step foreword. "Forgive my rudeness. My name is Mashirra."
"I don't give a shit what your name is," one of the guards shot back. "Put your hands behind your head and get on the ground now!" Mashirra didn't move, and the guard's finger moved closer to the trigger. "Do it or we shoot!"
Mashirra sighed as he raised his hands up to the back of his head. "Very well, I guess I have no choice…" he said with an almost sad tone. The guards started to relax.
Then a huge grin spread across Mashirra's features. "…but to kill every last one of you," he finished, the sadness in his voice gone and replaced by a rather cheerful sounding tone.
What happened next was practically a blur, but everyone in the room saw it with horrified expressions, as Mashirra's body started to change.
His clothes disappeared into his skin, which turned pitch black and leathery. His hands, which were still at the back of his head, and along with his arms, disappeared into his body as it elongated. His legs squeezed together, forming a long tail.
And then, just as quickly as it had started, it was over, and the forty foot long black snake that Mashirra had become lunged, clearing the distance between himself and the guards in less than a second. He struck, grabbing a cop's head between his jaws, and lifting him off the ground. The guard screamed and thrashed for a few seconds before the snake savagely twisted his head, breaking the guard's neck. Dropping the corpse he swiped his tail, knocking another back ten feet.
One guard raised his gun and prepared to fire, when suddenly a whistling noise filled his ears. He spun around, and was greeted with a throwing knife that impaled itself into his skull. As his body collapsed, giving off one last spasm, several men dressed all in black, their faces covered by masks, leapt into the room. They were armed with weapons that seemed more fit in a ninja movie instead of this modern era.
They attacked the nearest people, slashing into their bodies with various bladed weapons. Blood stained the floor as limbs flew through the air.
Then another figure entered through the hole, and the guards who weren't attacking the snake and black dressed men gaped at her.
She was young, in her mid twenties, with blue eyes and blood red hair. She was gorgeous, and was wearing a skintight black outfit that showed off her slim and athletic body to every last curve. A few of the guards felt their blood rush down to a particular organ on their bodies.
The female looked over at one, and smiled seductively at him. Then she flexed her arms, and the curved blades that were attached to her forearms snapped foreword. She lunged.
Two men were dead the second she landed. Another tried to attack, but she leapt at him. But instead of slicing him with her blades, she wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck. The guard might have found this slightly arousing, except for when she smiled, revealing a pair of sharp fangs, fangs that she then instantly tore into his jugular with. After a few seconds she got off his corpse, licking her lips, and letting out a small sigh, almost as if sucking his blood had been sexually satisfying.
Finally, the last guard fell dead, and the black clad men turned their attention to the large machine in the room. They broke off into groups, and began to take it apart and carry the pieces out the window. Mashirra, who was now in his human form again, looked at the carnage in the room before walking out of the hole, the red-haired woman following.
Jack gasped, feeling the cut across his abdomen. It wasn't deep, but it still hurt like hell. He glanced up at the lights, which were now flickering from the explosion.
Then he heard footsteps. He turned towards the noise. As he watched, a large
figure emerged from the hole. He stepped down, a clawed foot making contact
with the floor before the second one did. Jack watched as the large figure
walked up to one of the black clad men and gave him a silent order. The man
nodded, and grabbed the last piece of the machinery before leaving.
The other figure then noticed Jack, and walked up to him. He was tall, almost eight feet, and he wore a large black cloak that concealed his entire body. His face was dark, and didn't appear human.
"Who are you," Jack gasped in fear, and the being cruelly smirked.
"Who I am doesn't matter. What does matter is that machine, and how it's going
to help me." As he spoke he looked down at the wound on Jack's stomach, and he
looked sympathetic. "I'm sorry about that. I'll make it better."
Jack had less than a second to react before the cloaked being lashed out with a clawed hand, tearing open his throat. The figure watched as Jack's blood poured out from his wound as he died. Then, as his body gave one last spasm, the figure turned and walked out through the hole, feeling satisfied.
Everything is going to plan, he thought with a smile. Soon he would be able to finish his plan, and the unsuspecting human race would fall.
