Okay, after receiving a positive review for the first chap, I'm doing this one quick and it will get to the action quick and booming. Also, why is my Rise Of Extinction series, which this is sort of apart, not yet on TV Tropes?:0
Modern Cycle:2012 AD
Chapter 2
"Damn, that costumed bird-boy ain't gonna get away with stealing my weapons!", the counter-man growled as he phoned the LAPD.
-POV change-
Drgven sprinted into the shop marked, "L.A. Clothin'", and he sneaked behind the designer rack as he heard the odd wail of some creature, and saw blue and red lights outside.
Careful, he ran to the the portion entitled, "Men's". He hid behind the clothing rack as he heard the door to the store break down.
"Hey, let's head to the fitting rooms. Everyone hides there, no matter who", a gruff voice coughed out.
"How do you know everyone hides there? If anywhere, he's in the restrooms! Besides, do you see the space in those rooms indicated by the doors? He would fall out and show himself instantly!", another voice, this one very peckish, scoffed.
"Hey, you wanna argue, bitch, or do you wanna complete your first job?", the gruff voice hissed as the peckish one grunted and they ran to the side.
Drgven tore off his wool jacket and brashly grabbed a shining leather one, but the sudden commotion alerted the two voices.
"Hey, who's there? Show yourself!", the gruff voice barked , and quickly, Drgven grabbed the clothes hanger on the floor.
"Looks like we'll do this my way, shithead!", the gruff voice cackled, and he and the peckish voice took a step forward.
Drgven jumped out and flung the clothes hanger, and hit the gruff voice, a large black man, in the forehead and he instantly dropped to the ground, out cold. The Ra'zac then pulled out his nearest weapon, the double-barreled shotgun, and pulled the small mechanism, firing two chunks of metal straight through the peckish voices', a scrawny white man's, left leg.
A streak of blood hit the mirror behind the man and he collapsed, dropping his weapon. The red river flowed freely, the man clutching his wound and screaming as a piece of reddened flesh fell of, converging in the pool of blood.
"And good riddance", Drgen hissed as he nodded and left.
-POV change-
"Sir, the time travel ceremony-you must delay it", the Arcaena head-scribe gasped to the Head Monk.
"Why so?", the Head Monk asked as the Arcaena magicians gathered around the ceremonial circle.
"We have just found out that the Ra'zac sent back has been accidentally sent to another realm! Their sell messed up!", the scribe said.
"So? Now we can just stop the ceremony now, as without him, our founder's dream can not be stopped", the Head Monk observed as the Arcaena magicians stopped to listen.
"But sir, we must still send the assassin to the Ra'zac's current realm of residence, as if we do not, his current self may find a slip-stream access in his current realm! With that, he can come back to this current time and the magicians can transport him back to kill the Rider! And what then, sir? What then?"
The Head Monk held back his tongue from insulting the scribe for not telling him previously. He had not thought of that before. Obviously, even with their Ra'zac gone, the Gatherers(the current Arcaena nickname for the non-Arcaena survivors of the Race War)were one step ahead.
"Very well. Send the message to the magicians here."
"But sir, they have stopped to look. They must have already heard the plan".
"You were not speaking in our new language. Now tell them in our tongue", the Head Monk said as he turned and clapped his hands, and the Arcaena magicians turned back around to look.
-POV change-
Drgven stepped out of the store, his feet hitting the concrete below and sounded like the breaking of branches, as it was oddly silent.
Then, suddenly, a dark-skinned man leaped out of a nearby alley, pointing an odd looking sleek silver device directly at Drgven's head.
"Stop there, cracka! Imma put a bullet in yo' head if you come any closa'!", the man hissed as he closed his finger around a device in a small half-circle.
Drgven moved closer, apparently having the man's warnings fall deaf on his ears.
"Damn bitch, you just sealed yo' fate! Now Imma kill you for not listenin' and to avenge my homies!", the man barked as he seemed to press the device in the half-circle down.
With superhuman speed, however, Drgven tore the silver device out of the man's hand and grabbed his shoulders. He pulled the man forward before he kneed him in the lower torso, where his ribs were visible.
There was a tremendous amount of blood falling out as the sidewalk was painted red. A liquified SQQQUUIIIICCCCKKKK was heard as Drgven's knee tore through the very meat-less flesh before a very vomit-inducing CCCRRRRAAAACCCCKKKKKK came, Drgven's knee meeting the resistance of bone as the ribcage was blown everywhere within the man's torso, as if though a flaming arrow hit a wood wall.
Quickly drawing his knee out, Drgven tossed the man toward a huge brick wall, before he dropped into a large, disgustingly-smelling metal box.
Drgven looked upon the carnage in the large box, then at the one before his very feet. He noticed that he must no longer act in such a quick, cold, brash manner. For all he knew, in this strange world, he might accidentally kill a father simply wanting directions to the nearest shop, or a lonely child merely gazing upon him in a wrong way.
He wondered to himself if a Ra'zac could change, if it could avoid becoming the nightmare the humans always imagined them as. He wondered if he could savor himself with something other than the taste of warm blood.
-POV change-
"He killed our homies. He broke Mannie's skull, he shanked the livin' shit outta Johnny, and he crumpled Alex like he be livin' junk. And he took poor Mannie's clothes! That dirty white bastard!", the local Crips gang leader roared to his homies in front of him.
"Fool, what we gonna be able to do? You seem to be short on yo' ideas recently", a snarky Crips gangster asked.
"Hoe, insultin' the Crips leada' gonna get you in the ground! Yo' just lucky your new and still ain't got yo' tattoos! Now shut up, and stay that way!", the leader snarled, and the snarky Crip shrank back.
"What we gonna do is send someone to follow him, and if he gets a friend, we put a bullet in 'em, and it'll make him come to us. Either that, or he gonna be broken and won't ever come back! And that's the plan! Anyone got anything better?"
No one spoke up.
-POV change-
In the quiet suburban streets, in an idealistic zone of peace and harmony, an explosion roared into existence, spreading out and vaporizing the cars, lawns, and mailboxes. A great brown light stood where the explosion took place, before it subsided to reveal a completely naked man sitting in the center of the crater.
He stood, and the dust and ash subsided, and he walked forward. A river of blood would soon follow him.
Okay, so it ended on a cliffhanger and that's done. But I promise, it WILL get bloodier and gorier but it WON'T just be a mind-less splatter fest. R&R!