Chapter Two: Winhill
Bleak studied the youth, his silvery white hair seemed to disappear and he could see he was quite tall. He had short brown hair down to his lower neck, piercing Grey eyes. Two pistols lay at his side and a sword on his back. Bleak sniffed his nose up at the youth.
The crowd was getting bigger. Looks like he'd have fun with this one. Bleak shrugged agitating the youth. He seemed pretty annoyed at the thought of those people dieing. A young man came and tried to knife bleak. Bleak caught his hand and snapped the mans neck. This seemed to annoy the youth more, he could have fun with this.
Bleak reached for the next person closest to him and held them up close by the neck. He ran his long cold nail down their neck drawing blood. He smiled menacingly. The youth drew one of his pistols and shot Bleak right between the eyes.
Bleak fell to the floor. He blinked once, then twice, then a third time. I should be dead. Bleak looked confused. He could feel almost every nerve in his head screeching with pain. Yet he was still alive. The pain centred round the bullet in his head as it slowly worked its way up and out. The bullet fell to the floor. It seemed Bleak had the ability to heal rather quickly.
Didn't mean he was invincible. The youth obviously though that two because he soon grabbed him round the neck and was punching him hard in the face. Bleak bled rather nastily and as the fist went back and forth it was soon oozing with thick red blood.
Bleak took maybe eight, nine hit before he grabbed the youths fist and crushed it in his hand. The youth squinted back the pain and tried to break free. Bleak smiled and brung his leg up into the guys crotch. He fell to the ground and Bleak got up. He brung his leg up and was about to bring it down onto the bridge of the guys nose before the youth shot a bullet past his check and tripped him. Both of them rolled away and got to their feet.
"You killed everyone, the people of my town, my ex friends. My family" The young man snarled.
"Yes I did" Bleak taunted.
The youth charged again with his sword, Bleak had to dodge out the way, he didn't want to become tomorrow nights dinner. Making his way round the circle Bleak stayed clear out of the way of the blade.
Out of the way on the edge of town the Class A seed Ameil Serdio had a knock at the door. A plump woman was there looking rather annoyed.
"Yes?" He asked
"You, your wife. They are seed are they not?" She scolded. She didn't approve of violence. It was the path to the 'Dark Side' she thought.
"Yes we are, your point?" He asked rather quickly. He hated being awoken, and what if she woke their child?
"Well take your ghastly lot and go sort out that lot over there." She pointed to the smoke and the flames. "The man is a violent one just like you, you might get on famously"
Amiel really didn't like this woman. She was far too closed minded. But then again there was work to be done. Thankfully he had been to tired the previous night to bother getting changed he had just crashed on the sofa. He went inside and grabbed his weapons and went outside. Locking the door he made a sprint for the flames.
Meanwhile the fight between the youth and Bleak continued in the same manor. Bleak dodging, the youth swiping. After a while the youth brung out his pistols and shot at Bleak wildly herding him in one direction. Bleak realised what was happening and followed deeply into the youths Trap. The youth ran up still shooting till he was close enough letting of a smack to the head with the hilt of his blade.
Bleak hit the floor to weak and beaten to move. His healing powers obviously hadn't had time to recharge witch made it harder for Bleak. He lay there helplessly. The youth aimed his pistols at Bleak. He was aiming for five shots to the head. The youth pulled down the triggers. Click. Empty.
Bleak grinned and the youth swore under his breath. He holstered the pistols and drew his sword. Amiel reached the area of combat and pushed his way through the crowd. He looked and saw the youth and then to Bleak and smiled. It looked like eh wasn't needed after all. He would go shout at that woman later for waking him. Later.
"Vrante. I see you have everything under control" He said to the youth.
"Aye" The youth replied.
Amiel smiled and Vrante turned his attention to Bleak. He raised his blade and was charged by a woman in a black tank top and black knee length skirt. Amiel turned. Looks like the guy has backup Amiel thought. He was about to go help his friend when a young man with silver hair leapt in front of his holding up one nasty looking whip.
"Im sorry Im not into that kinda thing" Amiel said.
The youth grinned and cracked at Amiel. Amiel drew his sword and engaged. Bleak just lay there grinning. It seemed he had followers everywhere. HE still couldn't stand but he made his way best he could and watched.
The girl had Vrante pinned on the floor. Her black lips gleamed in the sunlight. She rose down getting her head closer to his and smiled seductively. Vrante realised what was going on. He had heard of this kind of thing before. He was mentally crapping himself. He just tried to squirm but she had him in his grip.
Afterwards the deed had been done. She slid off him and he got up transfixed. She gave him a wink and gave him a backhander than would leave a mark for weeks. He just stood there smiling and staring at her in awe. She gave him another, and another and another.
Meanwhile Amiel was having a great time with the silver haired goon. The goon crackled once more and Amiel brung his sword down pulling the whip straight out of the guys hand. The seed hit the man knocking him out and turned swishing his leather trench coat leaving a swirl of dust behind him.
Meanwhile Vrante was taking a pummelling. He suddenly snapped out of it and was about to give her one hell of a punch before she grabbed him and pushed him against a nearby wall. She rose up for another intoxicating deadly kiss. The lips touched and the feeling of dread went through his body. He could feel every urge in his body point towards her yet he was frozen, like a helpless child.
She moved away and smiled and the sounds of multiple gunshot rang out behind her and she dropped to the floor. A young woman with twin pistols was revealed to Vrante's view. He knew her. She was a relative of one of his friends. Her name if he remembered was Cherry. He had met her just once. She smiled.
"Screw you chu slut" She said.
She came and helped him up. She carried him off. To the side. Vrante looked to Bleak, when the effect wore off he would have a job to finish. He realised something. It struck him hard. He was the person who appeared at the end of the battle with the black robed people. He had to be. That hair.
Amiel was making his way towards Bleak. The crowd was cheering at their excellent disposal of the threat to their village. The effect was starting to wear of and Vrante grabbed his sword. He walked up beside Amiel and they stared down at Bleak. The raised their swords in unison, they were about to plunge when Bleak leapt to his feet and winded them both. They both fell to the floor and he flicked his hair out of his face and smiled walking off.
Cherry was about to fire on his when she got a tap on the shoulder. She turned round and the woman she shot was there smacking hi in the face with a large tree branch she had found. A bike revved once, twice, three times and made its way into the crowd parking before Bleak and the girl. They both climbed on. It revved a few more times and spun off.
Amiel, Vrante and Cherry picked themselves up. They all looked rather dogged and defeated. Wasn't going to happen again though. Vrante huffed and mulled over what he knew. The best plan of action for all of them was to make it back to Garden and report the situation. But first they would have to clear up here.
The biked sped over the bridge and through the town, it reached the entrance to town and ploughed through. They were out on the plains, the bike picked up speed and they flew off into the distance. Stopping only at night time for a camp, they sat by the flames Bleak staring at the two. It was time to get some questions answered.
"Who are you two?" He asked.
"I am Lec" The girl said.
"I am Locke" The man said.
"Why is everyone besides the obvious few so intent on helping me?" He mused.
"We are your followers, there are about fifty of us in whole" Lec said.
"We may be few but we are strong" Locke added.
"Hmm, so who am I" He asked the obvious question.
"You are the saviour, you were created out of the hate and greed and corruption of men. Created to bring destruction to all" Lec replied.
"You know you hate life, we know. You hate everything in existence, you believe it should fall to your power. By any means necessary" Locke continued.
Bleak nodded and left to think about it. He did have a hate for life the universe and everything. It explained a lot with so few words. Cogs in his brain began to grind and more thoughts and knowledge just appeared in his brain.
Lec smiled. She could see him mulling over it all. She had her own motives of course, but for now Bleaks plan fitted hers. So thus she would serve like she had done for all those years. Watching, waiting for her time to strike.
/End Of Chapter Two
Author Notes: Arrrghhhh, okay done with this chapter. pants. In this Chapter we've covered Bleaks existence, Amiel, Vrante and Cherry three people from Garden. Vrante and Cherry was in the battle at the beginning were Bleak emerged. Further on were going to go through things that are not covered on the main RP were I based hits off of. So you wont be able to find a record of the next few Chapters on the site (Link is in my profile). Also were going to go deeper into Lec's plan too. Also for the whole Lec seducing Vrante I've toned it down a little bit. Make it more realistic in a way. I think that's all so, happy hunting people.