Of Blood and Boxes Ch.7. Of Gunfights.
Joe Casto Disclaimer: WHY?! Yeah, you heard me. If you want a disclaimer...then go get it!
Alucard cocked his Jackal and started for the door. Normally, he'd of gone straight for the challenge, but this time he decided to be the hero.
He aimed his gun, simultaneously flipping over a table and ducking the last three shots of the right door-man's first clip. He aimed straight and true, and fired. His bullet hit the mark with utter perfection, as was expected of an expert shooter. He smiled with meek satisfaction as the chain barring the door shattered and the doors flew open, despite their alarming weight. The foolish humans guarding the door turned around to see what had happened. This was quite foolish. He'd covered fifty feet in the last ten seconds and had ten to go. He leaped once again and planted his combat boot into the righty's face. He twisted his foot and flicked his boot out, breaking his neck and busting his spinal column in one fluid motion. His blood lust was getting stronger in the presence of such grotesque human beings. He planted his foot on the wall and shoved off towards the putz on the left side of the door.
He wasn't surprised to see lefty raise his weapon, but he was surprise that he got shot at. As he dove forward, lefty blasted three shots past Alucard's head, hitting nothing but air and the wall behind him. By that time the barrel was behind our vampiric friend's head. Alucard clothes lined lefty and put him in a standing head-lock. He then proceeded to sink his fangs into the tender flesh of his neck.
Everything was red to Seras. She vaguely saw Alucard's acrobatic stunt, and she was still about t scream. She then proceeded to draw her weapon and rush into battle.
She aimed at the closest foe, which had, surprisingly, eluded Alucard and fired two shots at his head. She saw every detail of the impact, including the splatter of head cheese on the wall. It was then that she realized she'd just killed a human. That was her first human kill. All of the others up to that point had been FREAKs or vampires. She collapsed to her knees in despair and could almost feel Alucard looking down at her and saying "typical." She glanced up just in time to see her master bite.
"asiwalkthroughthevalleyintheshadowofdeathishallfearnoevil...for the LORD IS WITH ME!" Phayde finished his seventeenth attack. He'd made seventeen, and seventeen had hit. One had nicked, but it had been foolish of him anyways. Of the seventeen there'd been seventeen casualties. 'What an unlucky number.' He thought absentmindedly. "The only good odd number is three, of course" he said in a matter of fact tone to no-one in particular. "And THAT'S because of.the father (whack)..the son (whack)..and the Holy Ghost (whack). That and the three wise men, and some say the star was accompanied by two others." He looked at the corpses around him. "Now, isn't that interesting?" he turned around, mumbled a few words in Latin, and held his arm out and a blast of blue light came out and killed everything for a hundred feet in a five-by-five circle. "Poor, poor infidels."
Alucard let go of his victim, he was seeing red and everything seemed so much.darker in a good way. He watched his victim flop to the floor and smiled. This would be a good night, he thought with a smile.
He then did one of the few things he didn't like to do in a gunfight. He totally defied gravity. Father Johnson, David, and Luther were expecting just another night of slaughter. The last three bars he'd hit were all great, he'd never taken even one hit. He'd stood up when Phayde had started his attack, and had taken down three of the estimated one-hundred-fifty occupants. This wasn't too bad, but he'd wished he'd gotten a few more before he'd gone for the big fish. He caught eye of Alucard as he drained the last of the life from his victim. Johnson watched in sick fascination as his brother fell to the ground with a definite thud. He whistled for the other two priests, who promptly turned towards their fellow father. Johnson pointed to Alucard and drew his spades. He usually carried ten on each side of his coat, not having the ability to produce them like Anderson. He drew four in each hand, his comrades doing the same. Then he cast them at his evil foe. It was standard procedure, and it was something he'd seen a million times before, except one minor detail. The vermin he'd just cast into the depths of hell was still standing.he quickly replayed the scene in his head, and realized he'd made a terrible mistake. Alucard grinned slightly as his hat brim touched the ground. His body was horizontal to the floor, and he was bent at the knees. He watched the spades soar harmlessly over his face, and then stood back up. He stepped forward three paces and impaled father Johnson on his gun. He then pulled the trigger, blowing father Luther into oblivion. He withdrew his hand, which was miraculously clean, and blew Father David's head off. He turned around, having disposed of all the first priest's obvious underlings, and walked toward the spot where he'd seen him jump.
He was just about to do so himself when he heard a sickening sucking, and crunching noise. It sounded like a giant octopus was beating the shit out of a tree. He turned around and noticed that the formerly decapitated father David was now quite alright, except for his hair, which was bad beforehand. He also noticed that the hole in father Johnson's stomach was healed. "Fucking regenerator dogs." He spouted with annoyance to no one in particular. He squared off to the priests and put his gun in an imaginary holster on his right hip. He took a wide stance and glared at each one, somewhat grateful that Luther was kind enough to remain dead, and formulated a plan. He took n the ceiling, walls, and windows in the area. The only one in the room was about twenty feet in the air, and diagonally to his right. That and it was stained glass. Seras has been damn near about to cream her jeans when Alucard broke his beautiful, long, hard teeth away from lefty's neck as if he'd just gotten done with some sort of twisted kiss. She glanced at his corpse and thought a little about how handsome he used to be and Alucard sucking his neck. She might've scolded herself if she hadn't seen Alucard kill three priests in about two seconds. She watched his slim form travel to the center of the room and look up when she too heard the disgusting sound the regenerating priests made. She stood up just in time to see Father David's head pop out of his neck like a Jack-in-the-box. Alucard now looked like some sort of twisted villain from a Western that had a quarrel with the local church. She smiled at the somewhat comical quality of the scene and boosted herself up to sit on a rail that was surrounding the large, circular center of the room.
It was such a cool scene that she almost didn't notice the large, blonde boy with the hauntingly beautiful green eyes sneaking up behind her with the garrote wire.
Joe Casto Disclaimer: WHY?! Yeah, you heard me. If you want a disclaimer...then go get it!
Alucard cocked his Jackal and started for the door. Normally, he'd of gone straight for the challenge, but this time he decided to be the hero.
He aimed his gun, simultaneously flipping over a table and ducking the last three shots of the right door-man's first clip. He aimed straight and true, and fired. His bullet hit the mark with utter perfection, as was expected of an expert shooter. He smiled with meek satisfaction as the chain barring the door shattered and the doors flew open, despite their alarming weight. The foolish humans guarding the door turned around to see what had happened. This was quite foolish. He'd covered fifty feet in the last ten seconds and had ten to go. He leaped once again and planted his combat boot into the righty's face. He twisted his foot and flicked his boot out, breaking his neck and busting his spinal column in one fluid motion. His blood lust was getting stronger in the presence of such grotesque human beings. He planted his foot on the wall and shoved off towards the putz on the left side of the door.
He wasn't surprised to see lefty raise his weapon, but he was surprise that he got shot at. As he dove forward, lefty blasted three shots past Alucard's head, hitting nothing but air and the wall behind him. By that time the barrel was behind our vampiric friend's head. Alucard clothes lined lefty and put him in a standing head-lock. He then proceeded to sink his fangs into the tender flesh of his neck.
Everything was red to Seras. She vaguely saw Alucard's acrobatic stunt, and she was still about t scream. She then proceeded to draw her weapon and rush into battle.
She aimed at the closest foe, which had, surprisingly, eluded Alucard and fired two shots at his head. She saw every detail of the impact, including the splatter of head cheese on the wall. It was then that she realized she'd just killed a human. That was her first human kill. All of the others up to that point had been FREAKs or vampires. She collapsed to her knees in despair and could almost feel Alucard looking down at her and saying "typical." She glanced up just in time to see her master bite.
"asiwalkthroughthevalleyintheshadowofdeathishallfearnoevil...for the LORD IS WITH ME!" Phayde finished his seventeenth attack. He'd made seventeen, and seventeen had hit. One had nicked, but it had been foolish of him anyways. Of the seventeen there'd been seventeen casualties. 'What an unlucky number.' He thought absentmindedly. "The only good odd number is three, of course" he said in a matter of fact tone to no-one in particular. "And THAT'S because of.the father (whack)..the son (whack)..and the Holy Ghost (whack). That and the three wise men, and some say the star was accompanied by two others." He looked at the corpses around him. "Now, isn't that interesting?" he turned around, mumbled a few words in Latin, and held his arm out and a blast of blue light came out and killed everything for a hundred feet in a five-by-five circle. "Poor, poor infidels."
Alucard let go of his victim, he was seeing red and everything seemed so much.darker in a good way. He watched his victim flop to the floor and smiled. This would be a good night, he thought with a smile.
He then did one of the few things he didn't like to do in a gunfight. He totally defied gravity. Father Johnson, David, and Luther were expecting just another night of slaughter. The last three bars he'd hit were all great, he'd never taken even one hit. He'd stood up when Phayde had started his attack, and had taken down three of the estimated one-hundred-fifty occupants. This wasn't too bad, but he'd wished he'd gotten a few more before he'd gone for the big fish. He caught eye of Alucard as he drained the last of the life from his victim. Johnson watched in sick fascination as his brother fell to the ground with a definite thud. He whistled for the other two priests, who promptly turned towards their fellow father. Johnson pointed to Alucard and drew his spades. He usually carried ten on each side of his coat, not having the ability to produce them like Anderson. He drew four in each hand, his comrades doing the same. Then he cast them at his evil foe. It was standard procedure, and it was something he'd seen a million times before, except one minor detail. The vermin he'd just cast into the depths of hell was still standing.he quickly replayed the scene in his head, and realized he'd made a terrible mistake. Alucard grinned slightly as his hat brim touched the ground. His body was horizontal to the floor, and he was bent at the knees. He watched the spades soar harmlessly over his face, and then stood back up. He stepped forward three paces and impaled father Johnson on his gun. He then pulled the trigger, blowing father Luther into oblivion. He withdrew his hand, which was miraculously clean, and blew Father David's head off. He turned around, having disposed of all the first priest's obvious underlings, and walked toward the spot where he'd seen him jump.
He was just about to do so himself when he heard a sickening sucking, and crunching noise. It sounded like a giant octopus was beating the shit out of a tree. He turned around and noticed that the formerly decapitated father David was now quite alright, except for his hair, which was bad beforehand. He also noticed that the hole in father Johnson's stomach was healed. "Fucking regenerator dogs." He spouted with annoyance to no one in particular. He squared off to the priests and put his gun in an imaginary holster on his right hip. He took a wide stance and glared at each one, somewhat grateful that Luther was kind enough to remain dead, and formulated a plan. He took n the ceiling, walls, and windows in the area. The only one in the room was about twenty feet in the air, and diagonally to his right. That and it was stained glass. Seras has been damn near about to cream her jeans when Alucard broke his beautiful, long, hard teeth away from lefty's neck as if he'd just gotten done with some sort of twisted kiss. She glanced at his corpse and thought a little about how handsome he used to be and Alucard sucking his neck. She might've scolded herself if she hadn't seen Alucard kill three priests in about two seconds. She watched his slim form travel to the center of the room and look up when she too heard the disgusting sound the regenerating priests made. She stood up just in time to see Father David's head pop out of his neck like a Jack-in-the-box. Alucard now looked like some sort of twisted villain from a Western that had a quarrel with the local church. She smiled at the somewhat comical quality of the scene and boosted herself up to sit on a rail that was surrounding the large, circular center of the room.
It was such a cool scene that she almost didn't notice the large, blonde boy with the hauntingly beautiful green eyes sneaking up behind her with the garrote wire.