Dark Blood chapter 6: Humans are easy
Note: man, it takes long to formulate story ideas for THREE fics. Well, I learned (thanks, iconofcoolness) that I need more depth for my characters, so… yeah, Dark Blood is going to be more and more serious as his life progresses, as each hunt teaches him the folly of carelessness. I mean he was a "yippee yay! I is a huntererer!" type of guy in the beginning, and he became more and more serious as the story progressed, and it will continue…
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Earth. To Dark Blood, it was more beautiful than the flowers of his home planet. It's a shame that THE best prey to the hunter lived there and populated it with polluting cities. But hey, it's fun to hunt them.
Right now, Dark Blood had set his sights towards a drug gangs head honcho in New York City. Sure, the self-appointed worst enemy of the Yautja was a law enforcement unit living there, but King Charlemagne (Columbian kid's been reading his history books, it seems) was also there, and his head would be worthy as the first human trophy.
Dark Blood first found out about him when he stumbled upon a murder of a Jamaican Drug Lord by Charlemagne's boys. Each time they said his name, they called him "the greatest". This spiked Dark Blood's interest, and wondered where to find him. Then he decided to have fun with the Columbians.
Being cloaked, it was fun gutting the men like fish while they sprayed bullets everywhere. They were sliced in half by his glaive, torn apart by the Plasma-Caster, impaled by his Combi-Stick, and the last one, he uncloaked (to be dramatic, and because no matter how mature you are, it's always fun to see them scared when they see you come out of thin air, and it's better when you can only see their heat signature), and gutted him with his blades. He giggled when he was skinning them.
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For his part, Pablo Chavez, (named King Charlemagne because he thought it sounded cool) was in his own luxury apartment not too far away from the massacre. He could even hear it. He ended up hiding beneath his desk for a half hour before thinking it was safe. He turned on the news to see what happened. "Madre Del Dios…" his fears were true, and worse than he thought. His boys did the job, all right, but they were hit too. Badly. They were skinned. "Forensics says that they were dead when they were skinned, but it was bloody. One body was blown apart by incendiaries," the news woman was saying. "A Police Expert says that this massacre may be followed by more, but the Police will try to stop it." Charlemagne was shocked. "… I need to warn the boys!" he said in his own language as he raced for the phone…
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"Pauk! How could they show it to the whole world just seconds after it happens?" Dark Blood was shocked. "The Human Media has a thing for this" his elder, Fire Walker told him. Fire Walker was supposed to advise Dark Blood for his first hunt against Sentient beings (because there are more in the Galaxy). "Don't worry, we'll be out of here once this 'drug king' is taken care of, and they'll forget about it in a year or so. Although now it may be harder to hunt…"
"Great. Just GREAT!" Dark Blood went off and found a warehouse. "Hmm, maybe the human goes here…"
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Sure enough, Charlemagne was there, and he was trying to get his men to a safe place. Warehouses seemed like a good idea. Drug Lords never had a sharp mind. "Okay, we just stay low for a while until this blows over, okay, Amigos? Then we get outta this place and go back to business" "but sir" his lieutenant said, "what if the Jamaicans take over the place while we hide?" "Don't worry" Charlemagne assured him. "If I know Carr enough as I do, he'd leave enough for us to occupy, so he still has enough to fight. He's crazy like that, y'know?" "And what if someone finds us here? We're sitting ducks in a cramped space like here!" "We can Blow away anyone who comes here. It's not like there going to come out from the ceiling and blow us all to pieces!"
KA-BOOM!
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Dark Blood leaped from the ceiling and skillfully shot a tracker dart onto Charlemagne's neck while falling. Again, the feeling of watching them look at nothing, knowing something's there was exciting. It washed his anger way immediately. As he sliced away at the Columbians, he could here the pitiful drug lord screaming "GET ME OUTTA HERE! GET ME THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!" as he raced to the exit with two bodyguards.
Since he had a tracker on the man, he patiently killed the others. More Glaive, more Combi-Stick, and he even cut a few men down with his Smart Disk. When all was said and done, he skinned them, a few of them were still alive when he got to them, and their screams were like music to his ears. He likes how sadistic he is, apparently.
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A few Days after the Massacre, King Charlemagne stayed in his apartment with his bodyguards and watched the news for any sign of the… thing that cut down all of his men. So far, only a few Jamaicans were killed in separate places, but it must have assumed that Charlemagne was dead with the others. Soon, he'll go back out and recruit more men for his gang. All will be normal soon.
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He had to admit it, but it was a good ploy. Dark Blood has been observing the drug lord for quite some time now, and kept killing a few members of the other drug gang here. But now was the time…
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Charlemagne was ready to face the world again. Sure, he would have to put all of his money into recruiting and buying more crack to sell, but it was worth it. The monster hasn't killed in a week, and that should've meant it was gone, but when he was about to leave the door, he heard one of his men shout. "Hey, what the- UGH!" "HOLY!" gun fire sounded for a second but then, "URK!"
Charlemagne ran to the room the sound came from, and saw his two men dead, and standing above them… "NO!" he shouted! "EL DIABLO- URGH!"
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Standing above the roof of the apartment Dark Blood, a Blooded Hunter of the Dark Blades, proudly presented his trophy to all that could see, and roared a loud victory shout, his first human trophy obtained.
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Wow… my longest chapter, and probably the best one yet. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it, non-believers!