Underworld RPG story 2: Cry of the Wolf

Cry of the Wolf, Part 1

NEW TERRITORIES…

Adrian ran, he ran to a point where his muscles ached and he was unable to transform…
The package still tucked neatly under his arm; he had only moments before it had to delivered, their adversaries were everywhere and where playing it smart…

Daniel ran parallel to his position; they both had been running for an excessive period of time and were almost at exertion’s end…

The enemy force used their bodies to create a barrier that even Adrian would be unable to burst through and there was absolutely no time to wheel around them.

“GO DANIEL!” he howled as the package was catapulted safely to him before Adrian charged head-long into the barrier; still knocking a considerable number of them over…

Their fate rest in Daniel’s hands; Adrian was taken down and his squad had fallen over a hundred meters back; He pushed himself further than ever before, his human form panting and his heart set to explode.

He then heard the stamping sound of someone charging after him… he had only seconds left and the drop lay only a few yards ahead. He was slowing down as his body refused to press on and his enemy closed and tackled him down; the momentum of the push forcing him on a little further before he hit the ground…

It was all over…

“HES IN THERE!” called the referee.

The monstrous sound of the crowds roaring their support as he had past the line at the last possible second…

The Lycans had broken their tie with the Downtown Bears with one second to spare, ending the final game for the Semi-Pro A-League and earning themselves a place in the National Series.

Since their Defeat of House Tsar over a year ago, Manhattan had become the official home of the Lycan; both as their race and their dominating Grid-Iron football team dubbed lovingly ‘The Central Lycans’, their colors were the blues and blacks of the night and the banner depicted a full-grown Werewolf howling to a brilliant full moon.

Vampires were a mere border-skirmish as the dominant Clan-Night-Claw led by the famous and fearsome Emma McConnell, now sixteen and second on the Pit-Fighting ladder.

The ‘Lycans’ walked off of the field and rubbed their ears from the sound of the crowd’s cheer, “They sure love us, eh?” Carlos said, removing the strapping of his helmet.

“I’ve always hated this armor-crap, I wish we could play without it!” Daniel commented, still panting like a dog after his performance.

The team looked up and ahead; a mob of sports-journalists and reporters were yelling and screaming for interviews and comments.
“Always wanted to get on TV, ese’!” Carlos squealed excitedly.
“You’ll have ample chance…” Adrian said with a smile, he was their captain both for the team and for the Clan, he was the one they screamed for the most, “I’ll only answer two questions; you first…” he announced, pointing to a rather beautiful woman scribbling on a notepad.

“Captain Adrian,” she asked, the mob fell mostly silent for her question, “How far do you intend to take the Lycans, seeing as you’re in the Majors now, will you stay on as Manhattan’s premier team?”

“Most certainly will! The pack is here and we is gonna’ stay!” he answered, almost speaking in detail about the clan, “Now, we’ve got a party to throw, excuse me…”

They went insane as security and police forced the crowd back to allow them to pass, he hadn’t answered another question as he had promised…
The locker-rooms were filled with a fine mist to cool down the players, they were met with a raucous cheer as soaked streamers and various pops and bangs of small hand-held fireworks were thrown all over the place.

Adrian looked from left to right before drawing in a large breath of air and unleashing his mighty voice into a bellowing roar of triumph, receiving several others f lesser amplification from his teammates and the other real Lycans in the room.

The two stocky-security guards posted outside the door looked at each other with shocked expressions at the aggressive behavior of the city’s beloved team.

They stood back to attention as a young girl approached them; she was dressed in a long, brown leather trench-coat and only stood around four-foot-eleven.
“Sorry ma’am, only authorized persons with identification may enter the team locker-rooms, if you’re looking for autographs then I suggest you wait outside the club-house doors” he said, pointing to his left and down the hall to the entrance outside.

“I’m the team’s owner,” she said, pulling out an ID card for him.

“Sorry ma’am, I’ll let you inside…”

She pushed the bi-swinging doors that led into the roaring sound f the celebrations beyond; she was hardly in the mood for a party.
The entire large group fell dead-silent at her entry, she was meant to be on the other side of the city on a diplomatic envoy.

“Silver-Mane; what’s wrong?” Adrian asked, his high spirit disintegrating just looking into her eyes as she took off her sunglasses.

“Gather the pack… we leave five minute ago!” Emma said in a low and distressed tone, walking back out the door…

wow, you have a real talent for writing. but why dont you have a lycan from williams time, that has only begun to learn how to shed is wolfen appearence. just a thought.

Sounds interesting...

might do a prequel later or i'll see how the story unfolds in my noggin 😛

Besides... the fact that you even know who William is... Shows you are a good reader 🙂

thanx, and you should consider writing for a living, if you dont already, because you got some serious talent.

Thats one hell of a compliment, I'm quite humbled by that, thank you... youpi

football Lycan Grid-Iron, yay!

But I've had a few years to write stories, this is the first time one has gone public!

damn a lycan football team, they would almost litterally crush the competition. yah, go team

[edit] gather all your writing up and send it to a publisher, and even if wiesman, grevioux, and mcbride, say its copywrite, im sure you can come up with other idea's.

Quote:
wiesman, grevioux, and mcbride, say its copywrite,

who in the ... are they?

Are they actors or directors of Underworld?

there the people who wrote underworld.
i hear there nice about fan work.

Then i'll try and finish this one and drop them a line... where would i go to do so?

uh, dont really know, but internet movie data base should have good links to there personal sites, and there you could probably contact them.

www.imdb.com

Now, let's not SPAM this thread, the second chapter will be up soon and i don't like huge gaps between, hope you understand.

Thorin, please PM me if theres anything else 😛

cool. will do boss haas

Cry of the Wolf; Part 2

IDLE MINDS…

The ceiling fan overhead had had her attention for the last few hours, she folded her legs back and forth to entertain herself as she lay on the cheap motel bed.
Her companion lay on the large bed next to her in a crouched position with her legs near her chest; she hadn’t moved for six hours straight.

Melodie tried and tried to force herself to sleep, she mainly had tried to hypnotize herself to sleep with the fan, to absolutely no avail.
During the first few hours she lay in fear that the simple curtain mechanisms may fail, cooking them alive with the sunlight outside. She had so far loved life as a creature of the night, she hated the sun anyway but loathed being forced to remain indoors excessive periods of time; it made her feel oppressed as she did at home with her parent’s anti-Goth mentality.

She missed her parents…

Kelarae beside her rolled over, and with a loud, dull thump she hit the floor. Mel couldn’t help but laugh, “Good shot!”

Kel’s head popped up over the edge to glare at Mel, “That hurt, you know; I hit my head on your steel-caps!”
Mel rolled over as well so her face was only a few inches from hers, laying on her stomach with her hands under her chin, “Then maybe you’ll want to sleep on the floor in the first place!”

Kel hissed at her playfully; it had taken her a long time to become used to Mel’s outrageous behavior but they were now best of friends, wandering around the outskirts of Manhattan in search of other Vampires… so far no success.

“What’s the time?” Kel asked amidst a wide yawn.
“Two hours left of burning hell… May as well get some more sleep, I haven’t been able get one minute!” Mel said, looking at the illuminated windowsill and judged it by the color.

Mel scratched her midriff under the tank top she wore and collapsed back onto the bed, just the thought of sunlight made her exhausted.

“What are you doing in there with all the windows shut…” came a loud man’s voice, banging on the door viciously.

“None of your damned business!” Kel shouted back wearily.
“I think that’s the manager…” Mel whispered to her.
“And… I can’t remember the last time I was afraid of a Human!”

“It’s nearly nighttime, you’ve been in that room for the entire day and your bill is overdue!” the man shouted again through the thin-veneered door.

The girls froze as the locking mechanism of the door was disengaged, leaping underneath the thick blanket to protect them from the sunlight.
The immensely-obese manager wheezed and grunted his way into the room, looking around for the person who had answered and then noticed the two lumps under the mattress; he poked the nearest lump that was Mel’s ankle and she moaned.

“Is the door closed?” She asked slowly.
“Is the what? Speak up girl…” he said, removing a sizable lump of grit from his ear.
“Is-The–Damned-Door-Closed?” Kel asked as if speaking to a very slow-minded person; just as she thought of this human intruder.

There was the distinct sound of the door closing and they drew back the blankets, only to whip them back as the idiotic manager had pulled it back open again; giving both the girls a slight and very painful tan.

“YOU BASTARD!” Kelarae screamed viciously at the man through the blanket.
The hefty man chuckled and closed the door seriously; he hated Goths…

“Wakey, wakey; here comes the snakey…” he snag slowly, ripping the blankets off of them. His beady little eyes widened as he realized that the two girls lay close to each other in their underwear, granting for himself the exactly-wrong idea of what they had been doing…

“Can I join you?” he mused, shifting his belt.

“That’s disgusting! To think that I…” Kel began furiously, before Mel cut her off, “Did you really have to invade on us, you sick fat pig!”

“How dare you, to think that I let you stay for a minimal fee… GET OUT!” he bellowed; he was rather sensitive about his horrible mass.
Kel had enough, she leapt to her feet, crouched in front of the Human on the bed at eye-level; she bared her fangs, hissing and spitting in his face.
“Oh my god in…” the man whimpered, his feet frozen in place, sealing his fate as she pounced and tore at his neck; her lips encountering a horrible taste of his foul and unhealthy blood, but she still drank deeply from him.

Mel looked on with lust… She was quite aroused and simply had to join in; taking the opposing side of his throat and together they completely drained his sizable mass, killing him as the last drop turned his skin almost as pale as theirs..

Kelarae pulled back with a sigh, rubbing her hands all over her body in satisfaction as she hadn’t fed since the night before; far too long in her opinion.
Melodie pulled back and smacked her lips, wiping with her hand as not to waste a single drop, “That tasted really bad, but he had so much to offer!” she whispered, her head held high and back as she lot the euphoric sensation flood her entire form.

“Well, he did ask to join in…” Kel said with a satisfied smirk.

_-^^^==2==^^^-_

“How did the negotiations end so suddenly, I don’t understand?” Grey-Mane inquired, still wearing his ‘Go Lycans’ supporter’s cap.

“It ended in ambush, I think the south-American and the Canadian clans consider us a threat…” Emma said, inspecting a half-healed wound on her leg from the battle.

“Lycans attacking Lycans, it’s unthinkable!” Grey-Mane whispered, “Have they combined or was it a separate attack?”

“Thankfully we were attacked individually by either, they seemed random and sporadic; it’s as if they had no leadership…”
“Who did we lose, I noticed the envoy had only half it’s numbers…” Grey-Mane inquired wisely.
“Shadow-Claw was one of the first to fall, followed by Great-Maw and Black-Back…” she said sadly, they were some of her closest friends.

“I don’t think they would just attack without just cause and our relations with them have never fallen through… The last time we were in contact was well over a year, before your time!” Adrian pointed out.

Grey-Mane looked at him in horror, the finality overwhelming him, “Then you believe…”

“Yes; I believe their clans have been wiped out and those you saw are ones who have come to blame others for their fall, trying to avenge their peers; it has happened before”

“Yes I am aware; I led the defenders of that last occurrence,” William remembered wearily, “Far too many lives lost… Then the Vampires have attacked us from across the sea; our clans mostly dominate the American nation, the European clans fell two years ago and the Vampires control east-Asia…”

“As I said, we need to gather the Pack and try to collect the remnants of the strayed clans…” Emma said with stern determination.

Forget what i said, post all you want...

It's not like me to be so pushy... Sorry 😮

Okay, ive got a great storyline in reserve for Cry of the Wolf...

Of course... im not gonna say a word of it until it's all posted 😈

great stuff. keep it comin.

Read 2089-SWAT, i just came up with it last night...

Chapter 3 of Cry of the Wolf should be ready sometime later tonight, ill post as soon as it is ready...

Cry of the Wolf; Part 3

DECEITFUL DECEPTIONS…

Three months ago; Anapolis, just outside of Brasilia, South America.

((As I don’t speak their language, I am forced to write any Spanish words in English, I wish I could make it more realistic but I’m currently studying Japanese, not Spanish… 😮, any statements encased by [[These]] means they’re speaking in Spanish))

Ricardo took cover behind a pillar as Liquid-Silver rounds splattered all around him, every now and then burning his skin as a single drop would land on him.
“[[Ricardo, rapido! They’re coming up on to your position!]]” came Hernandez’s voice through his two-way, a click of static issued before and after.
“[[No shit, Holmes… I need support, I’m pinned down!]]”

He heard the familiar sound of the old AK-47s they used, the Silver rounds stopped hammering his position as the attackers took cover.

Ric sprinted towards the market square, his fellow Lycans lay in waiting there and had prepared an ambush for the attackers.

He leapt and duck behind an overturned stall, next to Hernandez as the terrain around them was splattered by more silver.

“[[Hey man… You good?]]” Hernandez asked casually.
“[[Not bad, we set?]]” Ric asked,
“[[We’re good!]]”

“[[Ricardo, we gotta problem here!]]” it was Malina over the two-way, she sounded distressed.

“[[I can think of many worse but what is it?]]” he replied with a click of the radio.
“[[It’s eleven foot tall and I can see a silver-color!]]” She replied too with a click.
“[[You say what?]]”
“[[I could be wrong but just outside the outskirts I can see Silver-Mane from the Night-Claws!]]” she called again.

“[[That traitor Puta! How many we lost, chicka… Chicka? MALINA!” he howled into the radio, dropping it to fire at the enemy, trying to take as many as possible for the loss of his mate.

_-^^^====^^^-_

Two Months ago; Québec, one hundred and forty miles North-East of Montréal, Canada.

((I believe that they speak French in Québec so once again 😛 [[Brackets]] 😛))

The club’s music was overruled by the sound of high-cyclic weaponry; the patrons darted and sprinted for the exits as a fire-team carved through the crowd randomly.

Up in the rafters of where the club’s lights hung, the pack leader commanded squads to position and return fire down at the attacking group. They were using Ultraviolet ammunition as they were expecting their quarry to be Vampires.

“[[Samuel, the UV rounds are ineffective, I think they’re Lycan!]]” Jenna called over the raucous barrage of discharging munitions, to their absolute horror, she was right; the unmistakable flair of silver catching everyone’s eye.

“[[Samuel, SAMUEL!]]” she screamed as his upper-torso melted away from anti-Lycan rounds, attempting to destroy the traitors but remembering the clip-type her gun was loaded with and ran across the network of rafters and out of their line of fire.

She fell four feet from safe ground as her waist exploded, she lay up there screaming in pain, the unmistakable Silver-Mane in Lycan form signaled for the group to withdraw, they had done enough damage…

_-^^^====^^^-_

Three weeks ago;

The air around was stuffy and smelt strongly of damp upholstery, three of the five lights that once light the dull area had blown or been smashed long ago. It was usually frequented by a small mob of young Lycans that liked to spend time with their leader, mainly trying to get in his good books by telling him that he’s the best thing since sliced bread…

He hated them but had no idea why he let those underachieving Lycans who waste their lives on the eternal pursuit of the opposite sex and ‘kicks’.

The door across from his desk and about seventeen meters away creaked open and a shy yet familiar face poked through, knocking even tough he could smell the Human servant, he smelled delicious but was a very efficient worker.

“Uh, sir? I uh, have some uh… a message from uh…” he said cautiously, trying to chose his words carefully as he was more than aware what had become of his last assistant.
“Speak up…” he put simply, looking over his work and at the tantalizing bag of human meat.

“MessagefromJackinthefieldsaysthatyou…” he said in quick succession, primarily out of fear before his master waved a hand for him to be silent.

“Slower…” He stated, emphasizing the word for as long as practical.

The human assistant forced a deep sigh to steady himself, “Jack has sent word that your operation was a success, the Brazilian clans are meeting with the pack from Québec on the matter of the Night-Claws”

“Of course the plan worked, I led each operation…” he said idly, continuing to scan the reports from his agents in the field.

“Definitely sir, your plan was perfect, if I may say so I’ve never…”
“You may not say so… enough with the ass-kissing and get out of here before I make arrangements for dinner!” the leader said bluntly to his Human slave, who turned and ran towards the door to keep his life.

He picked up another report and studied it, idly scratching the skin beneath his eye patch…

aahh yes, it's gettin even more interesting.

next chap is almost ready...