Vincent just sat on his bed in his cage, looking out the window of it to the onlooking city. Who knows how much the aliens had taken over at this point. He was sure most of the city, if not the country had been conquered, and he was powerless to stop it. Vincent just sighed as he looked outside. Wondering what his teammates were upto. No doubt trying to save the day. Delightful he thought, but he regretted missing the action. His powers weren't working. He'd try to concentrate and to focus but he couldnt have any visions, as sporadic as it was it was angering at the same time. He hated missing the action and felt slightly scared not knowing what was coming.
His thoughts reflected how he felt, but his demeanor looked more lost, confused than scared and somewhat panicked. He didnt know what to do. He looked over to Jennifer, laying on the cot that they gave her to sleep on and he felt bad. If it wasnt for him, neither of them would be in this mess. He couldn't help but blame himself but he was sure his friends would save him. And he was sure that both himself and Jennifer would be out of this mess. He continued to concentrate, trying to have a vision, anything. Soon, a large crack was heard on his cell. An alien stood in the doorway, he looked athletic for human standards. Spoke with an echoed voice ."You... follow me."
Vincent could do nothing but comply. The alien lead him down the spacecraft, Vincent mentally recorded where he was being taken, what lead where, atleast from where his cell was concerned. He watched as Jennifer struggled behind him, loudly as she was forced along. They were lead into a large room, with steps into what seemed like a square. Vincent wasnt sure how big it was from his vantage point but he was certain it was some form of arena.
Vincent looked as he was handed his scythe. He looked as the alien spoke. "You will battle some of us. We wish to see how you will fare in a battle where we both know what both sides are capable of." Vincent felt skeptical, Jennifer yelled from behind him, he looked to her as they had thrown her to the ground and she knelt there looking at Vincent.
"Dont do it Vincent.. I overheard them they want to ki-" She was smacked by the butt end of a laser rifel and winced. Vincent just shook his head.
"If I dont do it, they'll probably kill both of us." He replied.
The alien that brought Vincent to the room looked "If you are victorious, we will continue to hold you peacefully in your cell. If you're not, well, you will be studied and tortured until we've gathered all the information we need from you. Then you will be discarded."
Vincent glared, his black shirt was torn, his hair looked as if he'd not bothered to keep it in any managable condition, it was very messy and all over the place. His scythe glowed as he held it. Shaking his head. "No... if anyone's getting discarded. Its you." and with that he leapt at the alien, slicing at it, getting a good chunk of its leg as he kicked it over, connecting it in the face.
Looking as a few came to intercept them, slicing he disconnected one clear at the waist and then decapitated the next. The door opened and it was one of the larger ones. The giant monstrousities, it gave Vincent a steady backhand and knocked him into the square. Following him, the square was soon walled off by a hazy green beam like structure.
Jennifer screamed "No!" she did not want to whitness this. She wanted to help but knew she was powerless to do anything other than watch a battle she was sure that was not favorable to Vincent.
Vincent got up after connecting with the force field as if it was a cement wall with even less give, if a cement wall even had any. He forced himself to his feet and looked at his monstrous opponent. Sighing, he didnt like his chances. Watching as it stepped forward aiming a quick punch. Vincent dove out of the way. The giant aliens punch rocking the ground. Vincent took a slice at it and cleaved his scythe into its back but it was as if he was trying to cut through something with the potency of wood as it dug in but stopped almost as soon as it entered.
Vincent tried to free his Scythe but all he could feel was the alien grabbing Vincent and tossing him violently into the force field wall. Then prying the scythe free and tossing it onto the ground before persuing Vincent. Vincent forced himself to his feet and looked as he saw his gigantic persuer closing ground on him. Vincent b-lined it for his Scythe but was rejected dead in his tracks by a mammoth forearm that knocked Vincent to the ground like a lawn dart. Wincing as he collided with the metal floor. It didnt feel much beter than hitting that force field wall.
The large alien grabbed Vincent by the shirt and took its balled up fist, thrusting it into Vincents face numerous times. Blood rained from Vincents face like a blasphemous storm. Striking the metallic floor with vicious repetition. Jennifer screamed, begging the mammoth alien to stop its violent onslaught. The alien dropped Vincent as if he were a lifeless sack of weight, Vincent fell lifeless, as if he was a marionette. Practically unconcious his face was a valley of blood and broken.
The large alien spoke as if his voice were a series of echoes. "Take the inferior away..."
Jennifer screamed again. She didnt want her friend taken anywhere, she wasn't sure what to do. "No!" She begged. "Dont take him anywhere, I wont let you!"
She sprawled over to where Vincent grabbed his scythe and grabbed her daggers and began to sheathe a few of her throwing daggers. "I want to make a deal with you!"
The large alien replied. "I am not permitted to make deals... This is the one the commander wants."
"Listen... if you can defeat me, you can take both of us. But if I can defeat you, you cannot take neither of us and you will let us go back to our cell..." Jennifer pleaded.
The alien looked at her, his large size, and purple bland eyes seemed to stare at her. "Inferior... I accept your challenge."
One of the walls of the force field dissipated and Jennifer began to walk forward. "If you can defeat me, inferior." the large alien spoke. "Then you and your friend shal escape persecution, for now..."
As jennifer entered the battle square, Vincents sight made her stomache churn and she almost wanted to vomit and just quit. Looking upto the giant alien she stood on her feet. "Begin..." she said, her daggers in her hand. She watched, the alien stood their waiting, she stepped forward and it lunged at her.
She was quick to dodge to the side, rolling and lunging at it taking two hacks with her daggers before she was knocked back by its garguant arms. Thudding into the force field wall she dropped her daggers on impact with the metallic floor. Wincing greatly, it looked like it hurt and was now very certain it indeed, hurt alot.
She picked up her daggers and stood again, ready, she stepped and watched, his eyes seemed like a purple void that explored her every move, almost as if it warranted him to act before she did. It seemed as she heasitated so did it. She dove forward and again slashed twice on his gut before getting thwalloped by his garguant swing of his arms again. This time she precisely rolled the landing and quickly adjusted to her feet.
Keeping speed as her game she charged again. Wrapping her arms around the mammoths neck she proceeded to slit its throat, it staggered and she flipped off of it and watched it, its eyes, they seemed... slightly different, still purple but a much different shade. She went to strike, throwing three daggers at its already severed throat. Rolling forward and proceeding to eviscerate the aliens gut with her daggers, it dropped and the force field dropped as well, she sheathed her daggers and then collected Vincent.
"S-s-scythe..." he said weakly as she collected him. She walked over to it and looked, pressing the button condensing it she pocketed it. And helped Vincent as the guard that escorted them from their cell, regretfully escorted them back.
Duane stood as Xavier, Overhaul, Hack and Slash sat at the table, Xavier looked tired, the fight wasn't what he'd expected. Overhaul was hunched over the table. Hack sat politely, her long hair sitting still as Slash reclined with her feet on the table. Duane paced and shrugged. "Well... we've made our move."
"And what exactally did that plan to accomplish?" Xavier said curiously, not indignantly as he would usually had expected.
Duane shrugged. "We have let them know that they aren't invincible. Somebody can take them down. and that somebody is us. We will wait for a few days, because, they will most likely be scared... and trust me, Vampires are stubborn. They will belive they can deal with us. And when we go back into town, we will find out who their familiars are. Who their ghouls are. We will make sure they deliver a message for us."
"And whats that message?" Overhaul asked curiously.
"That if they dont get the fuck out of Bryceville, they're going to be forced out." Duane replied quickly.
"How exactally do you expect the vampires to respond to this?" Xavier asked curiously. At first he seemed really agitated but as time progressed he was really warming upto this whole Vampire thing.
Duane smirked "Vampires are stubborn. They will probably take it as a joke, and then they will instruct their familiars to acknowledge them whenever we are in town. Once we've figured out who their familiars or ghouls are we will take them out. Cut off their resources, leave them, in the dark." He supressed a chuckle as he took a drink.
"What's the difference between a ghoul and a familiar." Overhaul asked in reply. Unlike Xavier who seemed rather composed. The whole Vampire front hadn't settled with Overhaul just yet.
Duane sat down as he started to explain. "Well, Familiars are like Ghouls in the way, where they're both somewhat like pets."
"Pets?" Overhaul asked, Duane swiftly replied.
"Yeah, Pets. Its like the Vampires own them, somewhat, of course, who's to say they dont. If a Ghoul or Familiar disobeyed the vampire he'd have a tough time talking his way out of it, he'd most likely get destroyed. You see." Duane continued after taking another drink. "Familiars are pretty much Mortals whom have been introduced into vampire society. The ones who arent used for food are used as informers. Vampires daytime eyes, so to speak."
Overhaul interrupted quickly. "And Ghouls?"
"Well Ghouls, are practically the same, except they've been endowed with powers from the vampire. Its like a super powered lackey, almost." Duane nodded.
"So we're going to find the Ghouls and Familiars and take them out..." Xavier asked now wanting it for sure.
"Depends what we can get out of them." Duane replied. "If we can get some information out of them, where to find them, who's calling the shots, excetera. We will take all the information out of them that we can."
"Alright, so we find their lackeys, filter information out of them. Then we take the vampires out." Overhaul spoke now, "Sounds easy enough. I mean, how hard can it be?"
"That fight we had yesterday was only a small indication of what we're in for. And we had a hard time with that one. Mind you, we were unsure of what we were expecting." Duane nodded. "When we find these familiars, hopefully they can give us a heads up, and help us out."
Xavier looked to the group as he spoke, looking from person to person but not really speaking to anyone in specific. "How will we find these familiars, or these ghouls."
"Usually, they have some form of Tattoo or marking." Duane looked.
Overhaul responded this time. "I don't mean to question your leadership." He said as he rolled up his arm, showing a tattoo. "but even I have a tattoo, and Im sure hicksville florida has its fair share of tattoo wearing residents. Isnt that a vague start?"
"Well, these arent usually normal tattoos. They're very awkward and distinct. Chances are they'd be unlike anything you'd ever seen. Trust me, you'll notice it when you see it."
Xavier stood up and looked. "Well, when are we going in, tomorrow? tonight?"
Duane looked. "We'll start our little resurch assignment tomorrow. For now, everyone relax, get ready get prepared for tomorrow. Its going to be a long day." Duane said as he stood up once again as he walked out of the kitchen.