Chapter Ten: Urban Battleground
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The sun began its slow descent into the clouds bathing the London metropolis in a buttery, golden hue. Jamie Parker watched the freeway below him…and watched the cars and trucks whiz by at an alarming rate. He stood on a bridge of sorts…it was another road above the main freeway.
The wind whipped strands of his hair loose from its ponytail as he stared at the cars go by.
Wait for the signal…
Despite the fact that it was early summer, London seemed unseasonably brisk for some reason. Jamie had managed to slap together a fresh outfit from the clothes he had left behind at the Via de Angelus headquarters. He wore a pair of black Vans tennis shoes, green, baggy cargo pants, a blue t-shirt with a black, coiling dragon on it, and a fitted, black track jacket. Yellow stripes ran up the sleeves and the logo for Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles was emblazoned on the back.
Two katars were strapped to the inside of the jacket…and a sharp hunting knife was strapped to his leg.
The group had gotten here earlier in the day…and so far, the mission had not been very promising. Steve and Christie had been impossible to reach so Julia and Xiao had been in charge of finding them.
The treasure hunter…he too had become very elusive. But that didn't surprise Jamie that much. He didn't need Nephilim instincts to know who it was…or at least…he was pretty sure who the hunter was.
The only Treasure Hunter that Jamie knew was a twenty seven year old Athens Greece Native named Dimitri Helios. He was somewhat famous in the adventuring field…and more importantly, had known Jamie since the Nephilim was four. After his families four year stint in Japan, the Navy had moved Jamie's family to London England.
Justin started, and finished high school in London, and became best friends with Dimitri Helios. The son of a famous Treasure Hunter, and the heir to a vast shipping empire, Dimitri was the rebellious, black sheep of his family.
He wasn't all to interested in the business of shipping, and naturally, followed in his father's footsteps. Apparently his family in Greece didn't want to be burdened with their wild and rebellious nephew so some of his family friends in England took care of him.
Jamie always viewed Dimitri as some kind of awesomely tough, bad ass; totally cool brother (other then his biological brother of course). Everyone liked him; Jamie remembered that his parents adored him. Dimitri was born and bred in high society and could pull off the sheen and polish of a perfect gentlemen…and turn around and be the total bad ass who got in street fights and bike (motorcycle) street races.
Jamie would never admit it to anyone, but part of the reason he grew his hair out was to emulate Dimitri…even during battles or moments of intense strategizing, Jamie would always seem to ask himself:
What would Dimitri do?
Dimitri knew what Jamie was…in fact, he had read a legend about the Nephilim, but had only considered them to be a myth. Actually, the two had joined forces about two summers ago to try to stop a demon from destroying the world and…
Blah blah blah…trying to destroy the world…big fight…blah blah blah…Nephilim supposed to die but oops, he didn't, and now the VDA is completely stuck with the Nephilim who has the expiration date of a cheeto…aren't you getting just a little too far ahead of yourself Jamie? It's probably not even Dimitri…well…maybe…oh never mind…all I'm saying is that you're gonna look pretty stupid when it turns out that it's NOT him…
Jamie hated that stupid inner voice that everyone seemed to be born with.
Suddenly, Jamie heard the whine of a motorcycle whoosh beneath him…Hwoarang…
"That's the signal is it not?" Kazuya asked.
"Sounds like it…you ready?" Jamie asked.
Kazuya gave him a commiserating stare. "What? Next are you going to say something American like: 'Let's rock n' roll?'
"No!" Jamie felt his face redden. "Well, not now at least…" He muttered.
"Nani?" Kazuya asked.
"Nothing!" Jamie responded sharply.
True to Hwoarang's word…two rather large trucks were trailing several cars behind. That was their cue…while Julia and Xiao were looking for Steve and Christie, Jamie, Kazuya, and Hwoarang were supposed to trail the Treasure Hunter who held the Chakra Orb for "Wisdom".
He was driving a red and black Suzuki motorcycle on his way to an auction…the plan was to get to him first…and possibly protect him from the hordes of undead that would most likely appear as they so often do to ruin joyous reunions and the like.
Jamie gave a quick glance at Kazuya and then the two ran…sprinted…and everything past by Jamie in a blur…suddenly, he felt weightless as he jumped the urban chasm…time seemed to be meaningless in these few microseconds…but that's all they were…microseconds and then gravity worked it's magic and Jamie felt the familiar heard the hollow thump as he expertly rolled onto the truck.
He hopped up to make sure that Kazuya made it…he did…and now, all Jamie had to do was hold on for just a few seconds more. The truck would take them closer to the treasure hunter.
Carefully, he stood up and made sure to find a steady means of support. And once he did, he stared out at the cars that passed him...he watched Hwoarang several cars up…and…for a second he saw what looked like a red and black Suzuki about three cars ahead of Hwoarang…and about a dozen or two ahead of Jamie and Kazuya.
The driver wore a black helmet and a matching black leather jacket that was completely zipped up. He wore a pair of blue boot cut jeans and a pair of old school, blue Addidas.
Jamie couldn't catch any more glimpses however because at that moment a red pentagram appeared in the road…and a huge, pulsating whirlwind tunnel was firmly at the pentagram's center.
"Oh shit…" Jamie began.
Unfortunately, Jamie knew exactly what it was…a gateway…a gateway into one of the millions of hell dimensions…whenever these showed up it meant that some of the most powerful demons imaginable would spill forth.
It was a rare occurrence that these gates would actually open…the universe was all about balance and cosmic rules…The Creator, Jamie supposed, would think it unfair to let the full bred demons of hell run rampant on this plane of existence…powerful spells and incantations had to be performed to open one…and they couldn't stay open for very long.
All the demons that existed on this plane of existence were not full bred…only half bred…or mixed with other races…however; full bred demons…like those in hell were forces to be reckoned with.
They poured out in streams…they looked like black tarps with unaffected, expressionless, eggshell white faces. Their eyes gleamed a crimson red; and they wielded huge scythes.
"What are they?" Kazuya asked.
"Dead!" Jamie called back with resolve.
He wished that he could be as brave as he sounded. These demons were known as Hell's Vanguards. They were only allowed on the mortal plane to collect the souls of the dead who deserved eternal torment. Essentially, when people think that they see the Grim Reaper or Death, they see these guys.
Jamie was sure that they weren't allowed here…that someone brought them here through powerful rituals…whenever things like this happened; it usually meant the end of the line for a Nephilim…Jamie was going to make sure that wouldn't happen.
Suddenly, all hell (literally) broke loose as the pile up started. The demons were smart in causing the pile up…after all, they nearly killed Jamie!
Immediately, several cars slammed on their brakes...making Jamie's truck jackknife, and fling the Nephilim off the truck and through the air. He landed several feet ahead and slammed onto someone's hood…his back shattered their windshield.
Normally, that would have killed anyone…but with Nephilim strength endurance and…healing powers…he was alright. Hwoarang's bike had been destroyed, and he went to work attacking the Vanguards.
"Be careful!" Jamie called.
Immediately, the Vanguards all locked onto the Nephilim and attacked in high pitched, screaming shouts. He dodged their razor sharp scythes, kicked, punched, hacked and slashed with his twin katars. They screamed, and several of them died, but there were so many!
Hwoarang leapt into the fray and attacked with razor sharp spin kicks and crippling roundhouses. Jamie spun through the air with his twin swords and decapitated several of them…however, one dug his scythe into the flesh of Jamie's calf and pulled.
He pulled hard.
Jamie screamed in complete and utter agony as his world turned red. The creature had dragged Jamie back down to the ground, and was about to deliver the killing blow. Jamie knew he was finished…Hwoarang was dealing with four of them…and the Treasure Hunter was…where was he?
Jamie didn't notice, but the Hunter was still on his bike. He drove into the fray and slammed hard on the brakes making the top half of his bike shoot in the air. Next, he turned it, making the top half of the bike swing around in a vicious circle. Four or five of the creatures were decapitated and carried off in holy flames of blue. He then noticed a gaggle of demons surrounding Jamie…and attacking Kazuya and Hwoarang…
The hunter revved his engine…to signal a warning…and gunned it as hard as he could. At the last second, he flipped off the bike and shouted through a muffled voice.
"MOVE!" Jamie and the others heard it and they jumped.
Jamie sort of leapt using the top half of his body as one of his legs had been mangled. The demons turned, just in time to see the bike coming towards them.
It slammed into the black mass of evil, and the hunter removed a Desert Eagle Magnum from his holster and shot the fuel tank of the bike. The resulting explosion destroyed the last of the horde and flung Jamie to somewhat of a safe distance.
"Are you alright?" Kazuya asked.
"I'll be fine…it'll heal…it just hurts to…y'know, move…" Jamie said.
"Let's hope it'll heal soon…we need to stop the bleeding." Hwoarang helped Jamie up and leaned him heavily on his shoulder.
"Don't worry, the only thing really damaged is my pride and I don't think I can fix that-" Jamie began.
"Actually, for that, I would've suggested chicken fingers dunked in apple juice…but I'm pretty sure you've outgrown that." A familiar voice said.
Jamie and the others turned…and they saw the biker…the hunter they were supposed to track. He removed his helmet and shook loose his jet black hair…he hadn't changed since Jamie had seen him last…the only distinct difference was the line of stubble across his cheeks and defined jaw.
He smiled, a brilliant one that probably turned a lot of women on to the field of adventuring.
"Are you the one who took the Chakra orb for wisdom from the Temple of Kali?" Kazuya asked, all business.
"Yeah, that's me, Dimitri Helios…I guess it'd be stupid for me to ask why it's such a big deal." Dimitri began. "And I guess I should thank you guys for sendin' the Nephilim out here to watch my back."
Author's Note: Alright, I know what you're gonna say: "I AM SO SICK OF ALL THESE F-ING OC'S!" But don't worry, there's only one more and they won't come until much later! Anyway, expect more Tekken characters and expect an appearance from vamp. Jamie, Steve, Christie, Ling, Julia, and…Marduk! In the next chappie…oh, and expect Asuka in like…hm…maybe…three chappies from now? Okay, peace out everyone! LOVE TO ALL! PLZ READ AND REVIEW!