The Boss as many knew him, laid on the ground, pinned by a mutant, one of many that he had dealt with. Barely awake, the adrenaline running through his blood was keeping him alive after nearly being frozen to death by the mutant. A mutant which he had most likely tortured yet never remembered. All mutants were the same to him. Genetic mistakes placed on earth. The Devil's children. They were lower than humans. Filth.
His eyes were contracted as he continued to slip in and out of consciousness, his lips quivered, moved, and mumbled. Growling lightly in anger while his hands tried to curl into fists.
"Bastards..." he whispered as he looked up at the mutant, "You've made a mistake..."
Soon the late afternoon skies rumbled, not from rolling thunders, but by the beats of a dozen helicopters, zooming towards the area at a rapid speed. The rotating red alarm light, followed by the electronically generated bells continued to ring, though these were soon to be overpowered by sirens outside of camp.
"Ha...they're coming..." he whispered, before breaking into laughter, only to be interrupted by coughing, and stopped because he was too weak, "but they're not the ones you should be afraid off..."
Suddenly, a cry of agony breaks the monotonous sounds of the impending danger. Another cry, and rattling shots fired rapidly from rifles, moved through the halls of the camp. A shriek of fear soon followed, the sounds of heavy foot steps echoed in the nearly empty camp. Heavy breathing, long and hoarse continued, and seemed to grow closer. A quick ripping sound, and muffled breaks followed those only to end in a light thud.
Around the corner of the building close by, an unusually shaped object bounced around, its odd shape making it bounce much like a football. Something moved off it, rotating in its place before the laws of motion makes it stop. At a closer inspection, it was a blood stained helmet, covered with dust that it collected, and the other object was the decapitated owner, its face strewn and contorted horridly as it showed a silent howling scream...
((OOC: -cackles- welcome to my world? 😉 ))
~nice intro and its very long, kool 😄~
"Shadow get down the gaurds r shooting like mad!" Karen told him.Karen ducked down and she knew she had 2 get the other 2 mutants but they were getting more gaurds.....and they would be curious if a gaurd was going outside of the camp. bird, she thought i can just fly to them. but she didnt want to leave Shadow alone, he could only phase through stuff plus he had to hold his breath. Karen just stayed where she was and kept an eye out for any gaurds comin there way.
((thanks, i'll try to make the rest as long and as kool, depending on my mood 🙂 ))
The rotating crimson lights placed on the walls and posts of the camp casted shadows along the ground. One was that of a humanoid figure, a blurry one at the thanks to the dim light made by the dreary weather, slowly approaching the edge of the building. It walked slowly towards the edge, with each step was the sounds of rubbing metal, the distinctive sound of heavy chains, and at the side of the shadow was an object which it seemed to be dragging. Its head was slightly tilted downwards, nearly disappearing into its shoulders. It was moving closer, its warm breath, a dissipating steam was rolling at the edge of the building...