Scales and Feathers
This is a similar story to the Underworld series, but with two other distinct species: Dragons and Phoenixes, the former in the position of the Vampires with the latter in the position of the Lycans
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Underworld, only my characters for this story
Thunder sounded as a young man was shown. He had on a red leather trench coat over a black shirt, dark jeans, and men's tactical boots. He was relatively tall and had fair skin, brown eyes, and shoulder length black hair. He stared out into the streets below him from the rail he was crouched down on under the roof while on an adjacent rail, a woman was crouched with a camera in her hands as she photographed two men.
"In the blink of an eye, the war all but ground to a halt. Lena, the feared and ruthless leader of the Phoenix flock, was finally killed. In just one night of flame and retribution, the Phoenix horde scattered to the wind. It seemed victory, the very birthright of the Dragons, was in our grasp. Six centuries passed since then, but the ancient blood feud refused to follow Lena to her grave. Phoenixes were fewer in number, but the war itself grew more dangerous, for the sun held his sway no longer. More powerful and older Phoenixes could now change at will. While the weapons evolved, our orders never changed: Hunt and kill them one by one. Perhaps a too successful campaign." The man's voice narrated, his voice sounding English, as the two turned to each other. He nodded his head upwards then she nodded back and jumped to the streets. "This signalled the end of an era for those like me, a Death Hunter. We would become as obsolete as the weapons of the last century. A pity, as I lived for it." He finished in his narration before the man jumped down to the street and headed into a nearby subway terminal.
It was there he caught sight of a beautiful young woman and vice versa. Like him, she had fair skin, blue eyes, and shoulder length black hair. She wore a brown leather jacket over a white shirt, blue jeans, and boots. She glanced at the stopped train on her left them when she looked back at him, he was hiding behind a pillar. she moved to board the train as the two men who were photographed walked towards the woman.
Following a few feet behind them was the woman who photographed them. She glanced briefly at her friend but still walked toward the men. The two men stopped then one of them spotted the woman.
"CLAAAAAWS!" He shouted then pulled out two Steyr TMP submachine guns and fired on the woman, scaring the bystanders in the terminal and those walking down the stairs into the tunnel, also attracting the attention of a woman standing on the stairwell.
The other man spotted the one behind the pillar and aimed an IMI Desert Eagle Mark VII at him then fired, hitting the pillar before hitting the woman near her comrade. She dropped her camera near her then her body began to crystallize. Her friend watched in shock before pulling out twin modified Beretta 92FS pistols and fired multiple shots on full auto at the two men.
The other woman, who came running to the terminal, fired on the man with the SMGs, forcing him to take cover in the train.
The blue eyed woman slid to a blonde woman that was accidentally shot at. "You're gonna be alright!"
The man in the trench coat put his Berretas away and pulled out a pair of Walther P99 pistols and began firing at his enemy, forcing the latter to retreat through the train car then onto the tracks. After reloading, the shooter gave chase, picking up his dead ally's camera along the way. He jumped through the window and kept chasing his target.
Shortly afterward, the man came to where he had followed his target's blood trail before finding a pure gold bullet and picked it up. He soon heard what sounded like a bird screeching and walked to the edge of the wall, only to see the train go by. He sighed silently, lowering his head and his gun.
A blood trail revealed where his enemy went. When he spotted a hinged grate, he opened it then jumped down, aiming in of himself then behind him. Gunfire alerted him to the location and he gunned the other man down. The injured man writhed and groaned loudly in pain as the other shooter stood over his suffering foe then pinned him down with his boot.
"Die!" He snarled. A bell tolled several times as the one left standing emptied the magazine into his enemy, the irises of his eyes turning blood red while the lenses slit like a snake's. His teeth sharpened to a point as his skin became scaly. He then picked up the Desert Eagle and ejected the magazine to see a strange liquid in the rounds. He didn't get long to examine it as he heard squawking getting closer.
He threw four gold bladed shurikens at a strange bird creature before taking off running. He stopped a few minutes later to catch his breath. He then heard shouting and squawking from nearby and grew curious. But he couldn't investigate further as the Phoenix chasing him was getting closer. Hissing softly, he disappeared from the tunnels.
That's chapter one
I hope you guys enjoy this story. Please don't butcher me for doing this story. I'm a die hard fan of the Underworld series, but this is a story idea I've had in my head for years now and I found myself finally writing it out. That said, I'm going to keep this as close to the story of the series as possible.
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