Disclaimer: No I do not own Yugioh.
Other than the occasional bumps caused by potholes, the drive went silently. None of the five passengers in the jeep spoke at all.
"The darkness I sensed before…it is moving…"
"For the love of Gaia…" The driver of the vehicle glanced in the rear-view mirror. "Fong, stop babbling on about that stupid darkness you detected. All you're doing is stating the obvious."
"I personally think you should shut up and let the man talk. He's with us because with his help we can actually deal with any evil spirits we run into." Another passenger in the vehicle, its voice masculine and highly cultured, spoke.
"Shut up pretty boy!" The driver snarled back behind him and then kept driving.
The old man looked down at his lap and closed his eyes. ("The evil spirits have found what we seek. We must hurry before it is too late.")
06/27/2025
It's a load of crap. To think I actually worked hard to get into that tournament, only to find out that my prize is a stupid bunch of cards. I haven't even looked at them yet either. Honestly, I think if I did I'd throw up on myself at the realization that I was cheated. I have some money left, but honestly it won't last long. So tommorow morning I'd better find a tournament with a money prize.
Cheveyo Qua
Lost as always
"Hey there kid, whatcha got there?"
Cheveyo closed his journal and dropped it into his backpack. "Nothing at all. Just a little notebook I carry with me at times."
The old codger chuckled and sat down in front of the bonfire. "Heck, it's a like a diary ain't it?"
"It might be. What do you care?" Cheveyo's blue eyes glanced over at the man, and then he looked away.
"Nothin at all. I was just wonderin is all." The old man hopped up and wandered away towards the other gathered vagrants who had lit campfires.
Cheveyo sighed and shook his head. "Crazy old coot." He reached over to take something out of his back and froze when he felt his arm brush against something in his jacket pocket. "Oh yeah…" He took the deck box he had won out of it and frowned. "Maybe I should just throw you into a river. It's because of you that I wound up with no money in that tournament." He sighed and glanced around to see if anyone was watching him. ("Look at me; I'm talking to a box of cards. How desperate am I for attention anyway?")
A single dark form calmly walked down an alley toward the dim light of bonfires. It stepped past a couple of sleeping men who had decided that a cold alley was as good of a place as any to pass out.
Cheveyo popped open the deck box's cover and ran his fingers across the stack of cards that was inside. ("This isn't a smart place to just check every card. I'll wind up losing something. For now let's just take a peek at what these cards are.") He removed three cards from the middle of the stack and started to lift them up to his eyes…
"Hey ya crazy nut! What'd ya shove me fer?"
Placing the cards right underneath his blanket, Cheveyo closed the deck box and placed it back into his backpack. ("I'll be with you in a second.")
"Get out of my way." The man's boots crunched into the leaves of the small park, and his face, which was shadowed by the collar of his trench-coat, watched the man coldly.
"You get out of my way!" The old man tried to push the tall man aside.
Without another word the huge man placed a hand on the old man's arm and casually hurled him ten feet backwards right onto a bonfire.
Cheveyo stood up just in time to see this. His eyes widened in fear as he watched the old man he had spoken to just a moment ago leap up and run around the camp screaming, his hair and clothing ablaze.
Cries of 'somebody put him out' and 'what happened' sprang up from the numerous other gathered vagrants.
And the man continued to approach his target.
Cheveyo was watching the old man for another moment or so…until he felt it. It was like a blotch of ink in water to his senses. He slowly turned his head…and saw the man….
Wordlessly the shadowed giant continued to approach.
Something triggered in Cheveyo's mind. It was the instinct in all living creatures. Fight or flight began to take over. Fear gripped his heart, as if he was looking upon a perversion of some kind. He spun on one heel and quickly gathered up his belongings, shoving everything into anything. ("RUN!") Throwing his backpack over one shoulder he charged away from the park at full speed.
The man hadn't broken his slow pace. He just continued to slowly follow with his eyes and feet.
Cheveyo squeezed his eyes shut and ran for all he was worth. ("Please don't catch me….please!") He opened his eyes long enough to noticed an alley. Without losing speed he turned into it and nearly yelped in surprise as he ran face-first into a wall. ("SHIT!")
After a few moments of disorientation he turned and was about to charge out of the alley….but he froze in fear. ("What's….it's that voice again…") He snapped his head around fearfully. "Who's there?"
("It's okay little girl…I won't hurt you…just come and take a ride with me…")
("That lying bastard…I'll make sure he never cheats on me again…")
("There's nothing left to live for…why should I even bother…")
("One, two, three…one, two, three...steady nerves…can't ruin the skin…")
Cheveyo slid to his knees and clutched at his skull. ("Get out of my head!")
"Cheveyo Qua." A cold, nearly emotionless voice reached his ears. Its sound reminded him of slime. "I am here to challenge you to a duel."
Cheveyo slowly lifted his head, the voices now fading. Standing at the entrance of the alleyway was the man. "How do you know who I am?"
The man lifted his arm. For a few moments it seemed as if the darkness actually wrapped around it. When the blackness cleared there was a duel disk on his arm.
"You want to duel?" Cheveyo felt his heart about to burst out of his chest. ("Run…") "Screw you. Leave me alone."
"You will accept this challenge." The man opened his mouth and a black smoke rolled out. It flowed around their feet.
Cheveyo tried to run, but his feet were stuck. "What in the hell is this stuff?"
"Duel." The man's duel disk slid into place.
("Can't run…gotta fight…") The Indian boy unzipped his backpack and took out his duel disk and deck. Sliding the device onto his arm, he threw the backpack aside. "You want to duel? Fine, but if I beat you then you go away."
The man said nothing.
("Damn it…I've still got no choice. If anything it'll buy me time.") Cheveyo pressed a button on the disk and it snapped into place. Then he slammed his deck into its slot. "Duel!"
Cheveyo- 4000
Man- 4000
"I'm first…" The man drew the top card off of his deck. "I summon Masked Dragon (1400/1100) in defense mode." A red and white dragon appeared on his field and roared right before it spread its wings in front of it defensively. "Also, I play the magic card Dragon's Gunfire. This magic card allows me to deal you 800 life points of damage when there is a dragon in play." His dragon opened its jaws and shot out a medium-sized fireball that flew across the field and enveloped Cheveyo.
The red-skinned boy screamed in pain as the fire pushed and tore at his body. ("This can't be real…it's gotta be a trick…") As the fire subsided he tried to fall to his knees but the mist that was holding him in place prevented him from doing so.
Cheveyo- 3200
Man- 4000
"Also, I set one card face-down on the field. End turn." The man calmly slid a card into his disk and it appeared on the field right behind the Masked Dragon.
Cheveyo growled, anger burning in his heart. This was impossible. He shouldn't have felt that much pain from the duel simulators. "Draw!" He glanced at the drawn card. "I summon Gyaku-Gire Panda (800/1600) in attack mode!" A huge red-eyed panda appeared on the field. "Gyaku-Gire Panda's ability increases its attack points by 500 for every monster you have in play!" (1300/1600) "Attack Masked Dragon now!" Roaring, the animal slashed its claws through the other monster and blew it apart. (800/1600)
The man removed his deck from its slot. "When Masked Dragon is destroyed as a result of battle I may special summon one dragon monster from my deck to the field if it has 1500 or less attack points." He slapped a card down onto his disk and then replaced his deck. "I special summon Armed Dragon Level 3 (1200/900) in attack mode." An orange and brown dragon appeared on the field.
Cheveyo pointed at the man. "Gyaku-Gire's special ability deals you damage through defense!" He grasped a card from his hand and slid it into his disk. "I also set one card face-down and end my turn."
Cheveyo- 3200
Man- 3800
The man drew. "During my standby phase the special ability of Armed Dragon Level 3 activates. By sending it to the graveyard I may special summon one Armed Dragon Level 5 from my deck or hand to the field." The little dragon disappeared and was replaced by a much bigger version of itself, except that it was now colored red and black. (2400/1700)
Cheveyo gritted his teeth and pointed at his set card. "Reveal Threatening Roar!" Gyaku-Gire Panda opened its jaws and roared loudly. "This trap card prevents you from attacking during this turn! Therefore you can't damage my life points!"
The man slid a card from his hand into his graveyard slot. "I activate the effect of Armed Dragon Level 5. By discarding one monster card from my hand I can destroy one monster in play that has attack equal to or less than the attack of the discarded monster. I discard Mirage Dragon (1600/600) to destroy Gyaku-Gire Panda. Armed Dragon Level 5, Destroy Spikes!" The dragon roared and sprayed a wave of spikes from its body that slammed into the panda and blew it apart.
Cheveyo felt no pain from his monster's death, but the sheer fact that his opponent could destroy his monsters was no good to his confidence. "At least you haven't damaged me during this turn."
"Reveal Coffin Seller." The man pointed at his set card. "This continuous trap's ability will deal you 300 life points of damage every time a monster is sent to your graveyard." A dark purple mist flowed out of the card and forced itself down Cheveyo's throat. Seconds later it disappeared and he broke out into a fit of hysteric coughing. "End turn."
Cheveyo- 2900
Man- 3800
Cheveyo hacked out a bit of blood and if not for the smoke at his feet holding him in place would have fallen. ("I have to…keep it together…") He drew. "I set a monster in defense mode and end my turn." Though he wished he could do more, the cards in his hand didn't give him too many options.
The man drew. "Armed Dragon Level 5, attack the set monster now! Armed Banisher!" The dragon slammed both of its claws down onto the set monster and shattered it. "Because of the effect of Coffin Seller, you lose another 300 life points!" His trap released another spray of purple smoke that forced itself down Cheveyo's lungs.
Cheveyo- 2600
Man- 3800
Cheveyo hacked up a little more blood. "I'm…not done yet…" His graveyard slot began to glow. "Nimble Momonga's (1000/100) special ability is that when it is sent from my field to the graveyard because of battle I gain 1000 life points and may special summon the other two from my deck to the field." He pulled his deck out and removed two cards. After replacing it he threw both cards down onto the field face-down.
Cheveyo- 3600
Man- 3800
"I set one card face-down on the field." The man slid a card into his disk in the slot next to Coffin Seller. "Also, I activate the effect of Armed Dragon Level 5 during my end phase. During the turn it has destroyed a monster as a result of battle I may send it to the graveyard to special summon Armed Dragon Level 7 (2800/1000) from my deck to the field." The dragon increased in size, its body covered by heavy steel armor now. "End turn."
Cheveyo drew, trying to ignore the still smoldering parts of his clothing from the effect of Dragon's Gunfire. ("This is a trick…it has to be!") "I set one monster card face-down, and three cards face-down. End turn." Now he had a suitable defense. ("I just need time to draw something usable.")
The man drew. "I activate Dark Piercing Light!" A bright flash of light engulfed the field and when it cleared a pair of sugar gliders and a brown-furred beast appeared on the field in place of the three set monster cards. (1000/100X2) (1500/1200) "This magic card flips up all set monsters." He slapped a card down. "Now I summon Mirage Dragon in attack mode." A gold dragon appeared on the field and roared. "This monster prevents you from activating trap cards during the battle phase."
Cheveyo grimaced. "It doesn't matter….Armed Dragon's effect will only destroy one monster in play. So unless you want to toss your whole hand…"
"Armed Dragon Level 7 activates its special ability now." The man discarded a card from his hand. "By discarding Cave Dragon (2000/100) from my hand into the graveyard I will destroy all monsters on your field with 2000 or less attack points. Genocide Cutter!" The dragon tilted its head back and from its stomach a trio of spinning blades of energy erupted to slash the three monsters apart. "Also, the effect of Coffin Seller deals you 900 life points of damage." His trap released a huge blast of smoke that hurtled across the field and forced itself down Cheveyo's throat.
Cheveyo- 2700
Man- 3800
The Indian boy lurched forwards and vomited onto the cement.
"Armed Dragon Level 7 attacks your life points directly. Armed Banisher!" The dragon raised its arm up and prepared to bring it crashing down onto the boy.
"Reveal….face-down…card…." Cheveyo pointed his hand at one of his face-down cards, trying to fight through the nausea and pain in his gut. "Emergency Provisions lets me sacrifice magic and trap cards that I have in play to gain 1000 life points per discard." His other two set cards disappeared.
Cheveyo- 4700
Man- 3800
The Armed Dragon's claw slammed down onto Cheveyo's body, him disappearing under it.
Cheveyo screamed in pain as he felt nearly every bone in his body experiencing a pain like it was suddenly trapped in a trash compactor. For a few moments he felt and heard his bones beginning to crack…and then the pressure went away as the Dragon withdrew its arm.
Cheveyo- 1900
Man- 3800
The man pointed at the now nearly dead-looking boy. "Mirage Dragon, attack with Mirage Crush!" The dragon opened its jaws and a spray of rainbow energy washed over him. His body felt another pressure as the energy began to tear at his flesh. Finally it faded away, leaving his clothing torn and burned. Every bone in his body hurt and all he could feel was pain and nausea from the assorted assaults of Coffin Seller and Armed Dragon.
Cheveyo- 300
Man- 3800
The man coldly spoke. "End turn."
Cheveyo's rapidly fading vision looked upon the man…and he saw something coming from the man. It was an aura of black…not darkness….black. Little shadows hung on the man's shoulders, and were whispering things into his ears. ("What…is this crazy…stuff? I have to be hallucinating. This whole thing can't be happening. What did I do to piss this guy off so much?")
"It's your turn." The man's voice sounded wrong…as if it was overlapped with something far more sinister. Something perverse…
Cheveyo closed his eyes and wavered weakly. ("I…I…I can't give up yet!") He snapped his eyes open and drew. "I activate Card of Sanctity!" His throat burned as bile began to build up in it. "This magic card's special ability forces both players to draw until they have six cards in their hand!" He snapped five cards off of his deck, as did the man. ("I can't pass out…I have to hold out.") "I activate the quickplay magic card Mystical Space Typhoon to destroy Coffin Seller!" A blast of wind exploded out of his card and headed towards the trap.
"Reveal Spell Vanishing." The man held up two cards and black shadows crept out of his graveyard, snatched them both, and then pulled them into the slot. "By discarding two cards from my hand I can negate the effect of your magic card and destroy it." Two bolts of orange energy flew out of the trap card and dissipated the wind instantly. "Also, all copies of that card would be discarded from your hand and deck."
Cheveyo looked down at his hand. "That's fine. I just wanted an opening to play this card. I activate Pot of Greed." A large smiling green jar appeared on the field. "This card lets me draw two cards." He snapped two cards off of his deck and the jar exploded into dust. "I set five cards face-down!" Five cards shimmered into existence in front of him, one after the other. "Also, I set a monster face-down. End turn!"
The man drew. "From my hand I play Pot of Greed." A holographic representation of the magic card appeared on his field and he drew two cards. "First I play the magic card Stamping Destruction. This will let me destroy one set card in play and deal you 500 life points of damage." He pointed at the center card. "So now your card will be destroyed and your life points will reach zero!"
Cheveyo pointed at the now face-up card. "I activate Poison of the Old Man!" His card flipped up. "This quickplay magic card lets me either drain you of 800 life points or gain 1200 life points! I'll go for the life gain!" The card exploded into dust as Stamping Destruction destroyed it.
"You still take damage."
"Wrong." Cheveyo pointed at another set card. "I activate Trap of Board Eraser. This counter trap negates one instance of effect damage and forces you to discard a card from your hand."
Cheveyo- 1500
Man- 3800
The man held up a single card and shadows emerged from his graveyard to pull it into the slot. "I summon Element Dragon in attack mode." (1500/1200) A strange pink dragon appeared on the field and roared. "When there is a wind monster in play this monster may attack twice if in its first attack it destroys a monster."
Cheveyo pointed at another card. "Go Curse of Anubis!" A wave of force slammed into the three dragons, forcing them into crouching positions. "This trap card forces all effect monsters in play into defense mode. During this turn their original defense is zero and they cannot switch modes."
The man took a card from his hand and slid it into a slot of his disk. "I set one card face-down and end my turn."
Cheveyo drew. ("This is one my one chance!") "I summon D.D. Crazy Beast!" (1400/1400) A red and teal googly-eyed beast appeared on the field. "I flip up Maji-Gire Panda (1000/800) in attack mode!" A panda that looked exactly like Gyaku-Gire Panda appeared in play. "D.D. Crazy Beast, attack Armed Dragon Level 7!" The monster launched forwards and bit into the crouching dragon. It shuddered for a moment and then faded away. "When D.D. Crazy Beast defeats a monster in battle that monster is removed from play!"
The man silently waited for the next move of his opponent.
"Maji-Gire Panda, attack Mirage Dragon!" The panda slashed through the golden dragon immediately. "End turn!"
The man drew. "Though you have defeated Armed Dragon Level 7, I will still bring you to your knees." He slid a card into his disk. "I activate the magic card Dimension Return. This card lets me sacrifice a monster in play to special summon one monster from my removed from play pile. That monster has its abilities sealed away, and at the end of that turn it returns to my removed from play pile. Also, it appears on the field in defense position." Armed Dragon Level 7 returned to play.
"Now I activate the magic card Level Up. When used this card will force one level monster in play to increase to its next form." The dragon disappeared in a veil of light and seconds later was replaced by a huge completely metal form of itself. "So now you face Armed Dragon Level 9." (3200/500) It roared mightily and lowered its head to look at Cheveyo. "This duel is nearing its end."
"I still have cards and monsters in play!" Cheveyo wanted to be angry, but all he could muster was the strength to yell.
"Reverse card open." The man's set card flipped up. "Forced Ceasefire lets me discard a card from my hand to prevent any traps from being activated until the end phase of this turn."
Cheveyo glanced at his monsters and frowned. ("Great…")
The man snapped his fingers. "The effect of Armed Dragon Level 9 destroys all monsters in play except for itself when I activate its effect during a main phase. Destroy it all." Snarling, the huge dragon flexed its body and seemed to explode, shards of metal tearing both of Cheveyo's monsters apart. "This effect lets you draw a card when activated. Of course, you also take damage from Coffin Seller."
Cheveyo snapped the top card off of his deck. Then immediately gagged and dry-hurled a couple of times as the purple smoke of the trap card formed itself down his throat.
Cheveyo- 900
Man- 3800
"Armed Dragon Level 9, direct attack. Armed Banisher!" The dragon started to lift its claw into the air.
"Reverse card open! Scapegoat!" Cheveyo pointed at one of his set cards and it flipped up. Four different colored goats appeared on the field. "This quickplay magic card special summons four Scapegoat tokens to the field!"
The Armed Dragon withdrew its claw and the man pointed at his monster. "I activate Armed Dragon's effect again. Destroy it all!" Spikes of metal slammed across the alleyway and destroyed all four of the goats. "Since my battle phase has been passed I end my turn."
Cheveyo drew two cards. One for the effect of Armed Dragon and one for his turn. As he looked at the two front cards his eyes widened. ("What are these cards doing here? And what are they anyway?")
Placing the cards right underneath his blanket, Cheveyo closed the deck box and placed it back into his backpack. ("I'll be with you in a second.")
("So that's it…but how did they wind up in my deck?") He looked at the two cards. ("And wasn't there supposed to be a third?")
"Make your move." The shadows around the man started to creep towards Cheveyo, as if they couldn't wait for the end of the duel.
Cheveyo looked at the two cards and licked his lips to dry and concentrate. ("These cards are weird…strong, but weird….how I can use them to win this duel?") He looked up at the Armed Dragon Level 9.
"You will be corrupted by the Wyrm," the man calmly stated. Yet again that dark overlap was in his voice.
("The Wyrm?") Something about that sent shivers up Cheveyo's spine. ("Where have I heard that before?") Shaking his head out, he looked at the three cards in his hand. ("There's no point to summoning these things. They'll just be destroyed by that monstrosity's effect during his next turn. I'm screwed…") He closed his eyes and sighed. "May as well go out with a bang. I summon Hidden Spirit-Wendigo Ahran (1900/1700) in defense mode!" The form that materialized on the field made Cheveyo nearly gasp, if not for the fact that his throat was impossibly dry.
It was a red-skinned muscular warrior in the garb of a Native American warrior. In one hand rested a wooden spear with a steel head. All across the body of the mighty-looking warrior were numerous markings made by black ink to form certain symbols and totems…
It was the face of the monster that surprised Cheveyo though. ("It looks just like me!") Now he was fairly certain that he was losing his mind. ("That's impossible…")
The warrior continued to stand calmly, waiting for an order.
Cheveyo looked down at his hand. For some reason he felt his hopes lift just slightly. ("Maybe I can win…") "From my hand I special summon Hidden Spirit Totem-Wolf!" (1400/1200) A horse-sized grey wolf with numerous burning blue symbols along its fur and a pair of glowing blue eyes appeared on the field. "This monster can only be special summoned from my hand if there is a Hidden Spirit monster in play! At the end phase of this turn it will be returned to my hand! While in play all Hidden Spirits in play other than itself gains 500 attack points!" The wolf tilted back its head and howled. Energy flowed out of the symbols in its fur and flowed into the symbols along the skin of Wendigo Ahran. (2400/1700)
The man's overlapped voice rumbled coldly. "You cannot win with such weak monsters."
All doubt was gone from Cheveyo's mind. This thing was wrong, and it had to be defeated. ("But what…") He glanced at his set card. ("I'd forgotten about that card…but it doesn't matter. That will work…but I'm not going to be able to finish…") He would have stumbled if he could have moved. The rigors of this battle were tearing apart his strength. ("I'm about to faint….I need an answer now…")
The last card is in hand pulsed faintly.
("Will it work? Can I risk it? If I'm wrong then these two monsters will be going to the graveyard for nothing.") Cheveyo closed his eyes. ("Mother, guide my hand!") He held the card up. "Polymerization activates!"
A swirling vortex of energy appeared on the field and sucked both of the monsters into it. And then from within the vortex a single form slowly lowered into play. It was like Wendigo Ahran, except that its clothing was replaced by a wolf's fur that burned with a powerful blue aura. "Spirit Warrior of the Wolf!" (2200/2000)
The man's dark overlap voice rumbled again. "Still not enough. And because you fused a monster you sent those two monsters to the graveyard. So now Coffin Seller will drain you of 600 life points!" Purple smoke forced itself down Cheveyo's lungs, draining him of even more strength.
Cheveyo- 300
Man- 3800
Cheveyo pointed at his monster. "The effect of this monster…" ("How do I even know what it does?") He set that aside to ponder later. "…will be revealed through my set card! Go Shrink!" His face-down card flipped up. "This quickplay magic card will cut the attack of one monster in play in half!" Armed Dragon Level 9 shrank down to the size of a double-decker bus. (1600/500)
"Spirit Warrior of the Wolf gains one counter on it for every magic card that is successfully played! Once per turn I may remove a counter to activate one of its effects!" Cheveyo pointed at his warrior. "During this turn it may attack twice! Go now, Swift Strike of the Wolf!" The warrior launched forwards and pierced the dragon with its spear. Even as the creature began to explode the warrior kept going, driving the spear right into the man's stomach.
If Cheveyo hadn't have already puked out his lunch then he would have done so as an oily black fluid sprayed out of the man's stomach wound. ("Oh that's sick…") "End turn."
Cheveyo- 300
Man- 800
The man, unaffected by his wound, drew. "End turn."
Cheveyo drew, but even didn't bother to look. "Please Spirit Warrior of the Wolf, end this." The warrior dove forwards and slammed its spear into the man's stomach once more, drawing out another spray of the black fluid.
Cheveyo- 300
Man- 0
The mists faded away, allowing Cheveyo to finally fall to his knees. "I won…"
"It's no matter. I made no promises as to what you would get if you won." The man, who was still spraying the oily black fluid out of his stomach wound, started to approach calmly. "The duel was merely for aesthetic purposes." His hands closed around Cheveyo's neck and hefted the boy up into the air.
Cheveyo's eyes revealed betrayal instantly. "You…" Whatever else he was going to say was cut off as the hand around his throat started to squeeze.
"You will be a new convert to the Wyrm, whether you wish to be or not." The man's emotionless eyes clouded over with black.
Cheveyo kicked the man's arm a couple of times, but got no results for his efforts. He was nearly out of air…and after his battle was far too weak to do any kind of fighting. "No…"
"When you next awaken, you will join the hordes."
Cheveyo felt helpless. He had won the duel, but he had accomplished nothing through it. "I refuse to become…a perversion…..like you…"
"You have no choice in the matter." The man's eyes were like a void. They seemed to burn into Cheveyo's very soul. "The Wyrm's followers are everywhere. There is no escape."
He felt helpless. There was no way to escape. Slowly his mind began to withdraw…and it hit something.
The man tightened his grip when Cheveyo's hand snapped up and curled around his wrist. He suddenly found it harder to hold onto the boy's throat though…because it was growing.
The Jeep continued to drive through the streets of the city.
"We've been driving for freaking ever! Can't we take a break yet?"
"Shut up Conn! We're trying to find what they're looking for before they get to it."
"And what is it?"
"How in the hell should I know? We've been following Fong's directions for Gaia's sake! So tell us almighty Wiseman, where are we going?"
"We are there."
The jeep came to a screeching halt. From within it a wrinkled old hand lifted up and pointed at an alley just a few feet away.
There was red. It was fire in his stomach. It was primal. It was anger. It was Rage.
And he was reveling in it. Snarling, he tore away another attempt at a counter-attack from his enemy. Every sense was in this fight. He could smell the sick smell of the creature before him, and he knew that it had to be destroyed. Slashing his claws across its midsection, he tried to avoid smelling too deeply. It was such a horrid smell, after all.
What remained of the man fought as strongly as it could. But what it was fighting was beyond its strength. And finally an echoing snap could be heard as the man's head was torn away from his body.
He opened his jaws and deposited the foul tasting head of the perversion to the ground. Throwing back his head he howled his victory to the stars.
"Shit, we've gone and missed the party," An Irish accent reached his ears and he turned his attention to the alleyway entrance. There were five of them…and he would relish tearing through each one of them if they got in his way.
"This is the target indeed," a wizened old voice whispered out.
"Then let's get him already," A gruff female voice quickly said.
"Hang on now, we're going to have to approach this carefully," A British accented voice said chidingly.
"Alright, let's try to take him down gently," A final voice said the last word with authority.
Cheveyo was full of rage…and he wanted to vent it out on something. With that on his side he was like a tank…
But minutes later he was unconscious on the blacktop.
To be continued…
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