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Post by Koz on Jan 25, 2010 15:23:21 GMT -7
Koz quickly remembered the loyalty and effort an individual is required to give to be involved with the type of organization Rez led. The cronies had been on Koz for hours now, just simply beating him. Fists, blunt objects, anything within an arm’s reach became a weapon. Koz no longer felt the physical pain from the beatings. Along with his body his mind had also went numb. He hadn’t felt his own mortality in a very long time. Sometimes he thought the drugs had more of an effect on him than the torture. He held true to himself though and would not break. At one point a henchmen grabbed Koz by the back of his head just to stare into his eyes. Koz couldn’t even return the focus of his own vision on the man. Instead he stared off into blank space, feeling his own blood continue to run down over his body. A small hope began to rise within the Irishman, however, because Rez had slipped up.
The thing Rez had forgotten was that details made all the difference in what they did. Keeping Koz in the same room at the same location with the same group of cronies was a very costly mistake. He knew what each of them looked like without a doubt. He had been there long enough for someone to have picked up a trace of his whereabouts. He also knew the layout of the room despite the poor lighting most of the time. To him, knowing the layout of an area was very important. This would allow him to engage in combat without any complications. He knew where someone was most likely to come from, what angle they would have on him and what he could do to stop it. Koz had decided that each of these men would die by his hand. He kept his sanity within the salvation his mind offered when thinking of all the possibilities of killing these men. Rez himself would have the most horrifying death. Rez’s body would most likely be strung up high for all to see once Koz was finished.
Just then a crushing blow to Koz’s chest brought him back to reality. A sledge hammer directly to his sternum lifted him from his knees. The force from the blow shot him straight back into the wall. Koz fell forward, barely able to catch himself with his hands as he gasped for air. Blood spurted from his lips as he started to cough and hack. His arms began to slowly bend despite him pushing with all his strength. Soon his face was against the floor. The cool touch of the concrete was soothing to him as he let his eyes drift shut. This would mark the end of their second round of torture. As the routine went he would be left alone until he healed enough to take more abuse.
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Post by Persephone on Jan 25, 2010 16:05:25 GMT -7
She could hear Boomer yelling, but didn't care. If she wanted to wait around and look about for more homeless prostitutes to hang around with, perhaps catch something from, more power to her. She seriously doubted the sanity of the woman any more. Something had changed in her within the past couple years, she was no longer the woman persephone had loved and adored. Regardless, she was well on her way to wherever they had taken him. She could feel the strength of their bond, her blood sang with it, she didn't know how long she had been running but suddenly a bout of pain wracked her body. She felt as if a giant hammer had been struck against her chest, the blow stopping the Tremiere Matriarch in her undead tracks.
Swan-like neck turned with a sudden, inhumane movement to stare at a fairly non-descript building. From what she could tell it appeared to be the shipping docks for a warehouse. Closing her eyes she centered her energy and thoughts upon the Fates, pleading with them that she would find him, that this was indeed where they had been leading her. She slowed her approach, observing the area, which appeared to be without guards of any sort. Something she found quite interesting, though something told her that things were not entirely as she supposed.
Calling upon the bond they shared she whispered to him, emotions of strength and comfort, the memory of her arms around him holding him close to her, "I'm coming for you Koz. I love you."
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Post by boomerangele on Jan 28, 2010 0:49:41 GMT -7
Boomer watched as the woman ignored her and continued her midnight run in the dimly-lit street. Boomer slowed her walk and shook her head. There was no catching up. Whatever lead pers had she decided she didn’t need to share it with Boomer. Boomer wondered why the woman had called her in such a panicked tone if all she was going to do was leave her at a blues bar by herself.
Boomer walked back to the bar determined to follow up what little lead she had. If pers wanted to track Koz like a bloodhound on a trail, trotting down an empty road, let her. Swinging open the door to the bar a little too forcefully, she heard it smack against the wall but ignored the sound. The jukebox was playing led Zeppelin:
“Leaves are falling all around, it’s time I was on my way. Thanks to you, I'm much obliged for such a pleasant stay. But now it's time for me to go. The autumn moon lights my way. For now I smell the rain, and with it pain, and it's headed my way. Sometimes I grow so tired, but I know I've got one thing I got to do...”
This time Boomer walked straight for the bartender. There was no time for waiting for him to notice her. She needed the phone directory, not his chit chat. Her voice, usually calm and seductive, took on the tone of a dog trainer teaching a recalcitrant animal his place in the social hierarchy. Befor eht amn could utter his inane greeting, she spat out the words, “I need your phone directory. Now.” Her fangs lengthened enough for the man to back away without giving her any smart remark. Hastily he procured the thick worn book which hit the wooden bar top with a dull thud.
Grabbing it in her hands she settled onto a barstool to look for medical supply stores and warehouses. Pulling open the book, she looked up and smiled at the bartender, whose demeanor was less than cordial. “Could I please get a sloe gin fizz?, “ she asked as she flipped the pages. May as well get a little liquid courage to continue the search on her own, she decided, since she had been abandoned by pers.
“Gonna ramble on, sing my song. Gotta keep-a-searchin' for my baby... Gonna work my way, round the world. I can't stop this feelin' in my heart Gotta keep searchin' for my baby…”
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Post by Koz on Feb 3, 2010 12:29:59 GMT -7
Koz could faintly hear persephone’s voice seep into his mind. It repeated itself over and over, causing the broken vampire to involuntarily stir where he lay on the floor. His brows furrowed in confusion because although he could hear Persephone he could not feel her. This had scared him because he had always been able to feel her, and thoughts of permanent mortality began to run through his mind. How could he continue as a human? Worse yet, how could he remain attached to those he had grown fond of and learned to love during his time as a creature of the night? It would be nice to see the sun again. That was for certain. But was Koz willing to sacrifice everything to go back to being a man? He already sacrificed his life once to become what he now was. He could not force himself to start all over again. His mind snapped back to reality and he was instantly re-focused on his survival. Stirring more violently now he started to call out, “Where’s Boomer?” he repeated, unbeknownst to him he was actually speaking rather than communicating telepathically. His voice started out a soft whisper but grew louder each time he repeated himself.
This had caught the attention of one of the henchmen. In his own confusion mixed with a power trip, the henchmen turned and smashed his knee into Koz’s face. This sent Koz sprawling as he listened to one of the other men intervene. “Hey man cool off, can’t you see he’s talking to himself?” the strange voice said. The one who struck Koz spat off profanities and claimed that the idea was to torture the vampire. Koz laid still listening to the two go back and forth a little. “I know we’re supposed to soften him up, but do you know who that is?” the stranger continued. “You remember that first run we had just as well as I do. We’d both be dead if it wasn’t for who you see laying on the floor at your mercy.” The strangers voice ended. It was obvious that the first man realized who Koz was, and Koz knew exactly who they both were. The two had been new recruits when Koz met them. They were sent on a sweep and clear mission. No witnesses and everyone was to be taken out with precision and silence. Those two had failed to do their assignment which left Koz to clean up their mess. The exact details were a bit fuzzy to Koz himself, but he remembered the hail of bullets and having to carry those two to their safety.
“O’Callahan?” the first man asked. “O’Callahan.” The stranger confirmed. “Well it doesn’t matter, he’s the enemy now.” The first spoke again. Koz admired that he could separate business from personal matters, but that didn’t stop him from defending himself. By now Koz had gotten used to feeling tied down and sluggish. He had a fair idea of his physical boundaries, and when the man came to hit him again his arms shot out to catch the man’s leg. Twisting the leg before shoving with all his force Koz threw the man on his back, scurrying to the balls of his feet to lunge out at the one on the floor. The henchmen fell just in range for Koz to get the steel rope that bound him to the floor around the man’s neck. Koz locked his legs around the man’s body and pulled as hard as he could, attempting to choke the life from him. Unfortunately the other men were quick to react and Koz was ripped away from the fight. They all began to beat him once again, this time using tasers along with whatever else they could grab. When they all backed away from him, Koz was left on the floor. Burn marks all over his body from the tasers added to the swelling and bruises that already covered him. He laid still on his back, grunting to swallow the pain as he continued to repeat himself. “Where’s Boomer…” he continued, this time his voice growing softer while sleep took him in its dark embrace once more.
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Post by Persephone on Feb 3, 2010 21:09:37 GMT -7
A light embrace, her hand curled around the door handle tentatively, expecting the worst, hoping for the best, but willing to go on regardless of whatever she got. The Tremiere was not disappointed as she felt, then heard the shock of bullets raining down on the opposite side of the door where her hand rested. So, the door was reinforced. Smart. Well, for her at least it had served as a temporary shield, though she did wonder how often those inside were just as thankful for the makeup of this very door as she currently was. She could hear them cursing from the inside.
"It's not going through you idiots! Stop wasting your ammo. You'll need it when she gets inside!"
Ah. So that's the game they were playing. Lure her in, shoot her up, and hope to injure her enough that she wouldn't be able to fight back. That she'd be weakened enough to capture, or send off into the night to find her way home. Well this was not a game she was very much interested in playing. Rather, she preferred to play by her own rules. And persephone always got what she wanted.
Backing up to give herself a running start, the woman charged towards the door, kicking it in and running towards the side of the building. She'd seen a truck entrance, and was quite sure she could use her blade to loosen the screws, allowing herself an entrance where they would not expect her. If they had Koz, which she was sure, as she could feel him close to her, then they would know her gifts with the shadows. Which meant they may very well assume that she was simply hiding in them, that she had made it inside through the barrage of gunfire and was now stalking them.
It would have been a good plan, had she known for sure what lay behind that door. Instead she would enter from the side, surprise them. Just then she heard the sound of a truck approaching. Or rather a van, labeled with a medical supply company's logo. She darted off into the direction it was coming from, running out into the street before it. Distracting the driver enough to cause him to not see her crawl beneath the truck when it struck her. As he walked out from the driver's side, to check if the woman he had just hit was alright she knocked him clean out.
Nose wrinkled with disgust as she donned the man's jacket, ID, and hat. Rifling through his front seat supplied her with a pair of sunglasses. Soon enough she was on her way, driving right up to the delivery door she had just intended on dismantling.
At least it seemed the Fates were still on her side.
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Post by boomerangele on Feb 23, 2010 18:33:35 GMT -7
Boomer browsed leisurely through the business pages under a variety of headings. Sipping her sweet drink, she concentrated on the small type. She was not the methodical one, leaving most accounting and the ordinary details of existence to Torch. She had no head for business and little desire to worry about such particulars. Although she’d finally figured out how to read a map, she still left directions to him. Some vampires guided themselves by directions – north, south, east, and west – and others used transit stations as a guide. But Boomer used physical locations like lairs and fixed shops. It was not always the best way to get around.
The sloe gin fizz tasted like Cherry 7-Up, diluting the copper taste that resonated in her mouth after she had fed. Boomer noted one or two possibilities and tried to envision where they were. One of them was definitely in a retail area and somehow that didn’t seem like the right location. The other was waterfront. She hadn’t been there since she dropped off a mark’s car at her favorite chop shop. It was a seamy area, full of cinderblock buildings with large roll-up doors. Most of them had no signs as to what occurred within them, like the chop shop. She was sure meth labs and hydroponic gardens abounded in these non-descript buildings with easy water access, in case there was need to skirt what little bit of law there was in RavenBlack City.
Sitting back in her barstool, Boomer smiled. Gotcha, she thought, and I’m gonna come getcha. Rummaging her black leather hobo bag, she eventually produced a pen and a Scroll of Transport. She wrote the name and address on her hand and walked outside to the alley so as to not draw attention to herself as she slowly read the words that took her to the address on her hand.
She landed in the midst of chaos. Across the street were men armed with some sort of assault rifles. She noticed the door to the building behind them was ajar just before the hail of bullets were fired in her direction. Persephone was nowhere to be seen, but it would have taken a vampire’s strength to do that kind of damage to the door. However, this was not the time for conjecture as Boomer skirted around the corner and ran down the street and into the first available alley. Clambering up the fire escape and onto the flat roof of the warehouse, she ran back towards the street, keeping herself well away from any of the building edges where she could be seen.
From this vantage point, she had a better view of the building’s vulnerabilities. It was from here she could see the delivery truck, similar to the one the whores described, waiting patiently for the delivery door to open. The name – Rez’s Medical Supplies – emblazoned the side of the vehicle. Boomer smiled inwardly. Her joy was short-lived as she heard shouting behind her. There was no time to bask in the glory of her discovery and she ran across the roof and leapt onto the roof of the adjoining building. She kicked in a skylight and dropped into the building. She closed her eyes and hoped she landed on something soft.
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Post by Persephone on Mar 2, 2010 13:05:09 GMT -7
It had been some time since she had driven a truck, actually she had never done so before, and found it was quite a strange and different experience from driving a regular car as she was used to. It wasn't quite as much intuition as she had hoped, causing the truck to lurch forward with unsteady bursts.
"Well...at least this thing appears to be reinforced..." she murmured beneath her breath, keeping her head low so as to obscure vision of her face, should anyone be looking, with the cap. Her attention was caught by the sight of someone with wild hair falling seemingly from the sky, "Ahh, well Boomer's made it I see." She couldn't decide if this was a good or bad thing truth be told. The backup would be nice, but she didn't really know how to react around Boomer any longer.
A strong blow against her abdomen, had her bowed in half over the steering wheel. She knew they were striking against him, not her, but it hurt just the same. A soft sob passed her lips before she once more composed herself to exit the vehicle. Blade concealed beneath that long jacket she stepped out into the warehouse, putting the truck back in gear so it would continue forward, hopefully drawing attention away from herself as she scrutinized the area, searching for him.
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Post by boomerangele on Mar 4, 2010 18:29:55 GMT -7
The breaking glass sounded like a wind chime caught by a strong breeze, but Boomer had no time to enjoy its musical tones as she felt the cement floor rise up to meet her. The shock resonated through her ankles and sent pins of pain up her legs. She bent her legs and tried to absorb the fall with knees and hips. Still, it could have been worse, she realized, as she looked around at the mechanical equipment. She could have landed on one of those contraptions, whatever they were.
Boomer allowed her eyes a moment to adjust and then she sprinted for the iron stairwell leading to the first floor. Bounding the stairs two-by-two, she raced to the front of the building where there were windows. Carefully parting the dirty mini-blinds, Boomer peered out to the building across the street. The doorway was still ajar and the men who had spilled out of it were still in pursuit of her in the alley. If she were quick, she could simply beat them back to their own door.
With no time to lose, she unlocked the front door and yanked it open. It was only moments later as her feet hit the cracked pavement of the street that the burglar alarm begun to wail. It would be only minutes before the ineffectual police of RavenBlack City would arrive. Their attempts at order were laughable and she could just imagine them trying to shoot it out with the men who pursued her.
She crossed the threshold just as the barrage of bullets broke the reinforced glass by her head. Glass shards rained down next to her as she shut and locked the men out of their own building. It would only stop them for a moment, but it might buy her enough time to find Koz. Quickly, she bent down and yanked her stiletto out of its holder on her ankle and ran through the office to the main corridor, her eyes searching for light beneath a door, any door.
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Post by Koz on Mar 4, 2010 23:18:36 GMT -7
Koz’s eyelids attempted to open at the sound of gunfire, but he could only bring himself to peer out through the slits that were now his eyes. Swollen from all the physical abuse he had to concentrate to distinguish the sounds. The barking of the guns became more clear, and shortly after a red emergency light lit up the room he was locked in. They had finally arrived for him. Moving slowly at first he rested on his hands and knees. Letting the drowsiness wear off a little before attempting to move any further. His entire body was sore as he fought for every inch he moved. Finally sitting up on his knees he looked up at the red lights. Then the sound of an alarm came to him. He was not sure who tripped the alarm, but he decided then that he would have to teach them how to properly break into secured areas.
With all the distraction going on around him Koz figured he wouldn’t be much of a priority in his weakened state. Seeing this as an opportunity he started to fumble around with the IV’s that had been placed in his torso. The first one didn’t come out as easily as he anticipated, and he shuddered as his skin crawled at the feeling of the small tube jabbing around in his flesh then eventually sliding out of his vein. The next was a little easier, removed almost immediately. The last IV was for a steady source of blood. When Koz got that one out of his arm he could smell the blood and stuck the IV in his mouth. Attempting to use it as a straw he spit it out soon after. Spitting several more times to get the tainted blood out of his mouth he hung his head. “Damn poison.” He muttered, as the blood he was being pumped full of had been mixed with that chemical that kept him sedated.
Koz knew he would need fresh blood. He was completely useless in his current state, and judging from the sounds he continued to hear he would need to be able to at least carry himself out of where he was. His first instincts were to try and tear through whatever was keeping him tied down. However his attempts were only met with disappointment. Pulling with all his strength against the bonds on his wrist didn’t get him anywhere. He knew he couldn’t exactly cut through steel rope either. At least not with anything that was available to him for a makeshift saw. The only thing he could do for now is to sit back and wait. Wait in hope that his loved ones would make it safely to him, and that he could be able to cure himself enough to make sure they all made it safely away from the danger. Whatever rage or thoughts of revenge he had within him started to build deep inside of his chest. He would not blink, would not move as he stayed focused on the red light shining off the floor.
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Post by boomerangele on Mar 25, 2010 1:25:12 GMT -7
Boomer dared not call Koz’s name lest she draw more attention to herself. Besides an alarm had been triggered by the breaking of the glass and it droned on mechanically, blocking out her ability to shout effectively. With the alarm came emergency lights – red flashing signs illuminating the paths of exit in all of the rooms. Boomer was not leaving, not until she had Koz with her. The eerie red glow was all the light she had to try the various doors along the long corridor. It was obvious the double steel doors led to the warehouse area from where she determined persephone might emerge, if she had indeed been using the delivery truck in some way to gain access. Jamming her palm on the entry bar she opened the door just enough to insert a small wedge-shaped woodblock she found by the wall, a makeshift doorstop that had seen plenty of use. It was a crude but effective means of keeping the door from being locked, trapping persephone in the warehouse.
The other doors along the corridor were less distinguishable, save the required men’s and ladies’ restrooms. She peered into them, bending to check no one was using the stalls but none were occupied. What an ignoble place to be kidnapped, Boomer pondered as she continued down the hall. She found the broom closet and the lunchroom, neither which was a useful find. Eventually she narrowed down her search to five doors, all of which were locked.
At this point, Boomer wished she had a gun and not a silly little knife that was really only good for very close combat. She envisioned herself, gun cocked, breaking down doors just like they did in television cop shows. It was always so dramatic and somehow the detectives never died. Hell, they were never even shot! But the best she could do was to kick in a door and drop to the floor and hope the bullets whizzed over her. That is exactly what she did to the first three doors, only to find empty offices, a filing room and the mail center. If it weren’t that for the men chasing her, boomer would have thought she had broken into a legitimate business and not a facility harboring her childe.
As luck would have it, the fourth door yielded success. There, chained to the floor with steel rope midst IV tubing, IV stands and packets of liquids, some of which appeared to be blood, sat Koz. His face had been pummeled almost beyond recognition. His eyes were slits swollen shut and blackened by bruising. His lips were split and three times their original size. Both of his arms were bleeding where it looked like he had removed the IV lines that had been feeding him the contents of the bags. It seemed to take all his energy to stay in a seated position and not keel over. “Oh Koz,” Boomer said as she knelt down in front of him, her motherly instincts washing away the danger that was not far behind her. “Oh Koz who did this to you?”
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Post by Koz on Apr 4, 2010 18:45:20 GMT -7
Koz shifted slightly on the floor, wincing away from any chance he had of Boomer trying to touch him. Due to the dulling affect of the serum on his health regeneration he still felt every ounce of pain from his torture. Even more so it seemed considering the centuries he had spent being otherwise invincible to the everyday harm that plagued mortals. Moving his hands up slightly as a gesture not to touch him he relaxed his body a little, grunting as he leaned over to spit more blood out. Leaning his head back against the wall his hand moved out to close around Boomer’s own hand.
“He’s still….here….blood….feed…” he continued to ramble on, his words soon becoming mumbles as he tried to push himself up with his other hand. Collapsing after barely making it up off the floor he pulled at the steel rope. Pulling his hand away from Boomer he clutched at his stomach and ribs when he started to cough. After a few moments the coughs subsided and Koz unclenched his jaw. Swallowing hard he slumped back against the wall.
He did his best to assure Boomer, squeezing her hand with an attempted smile as he looked to her. His gaze then turned to the straps that cuffed him to the steel rope. He wanted to be himself again. He wanted to be able to stand up and walk out. Taking a few moments to breathe deeply he tried to speak again.
“I need to drink…from you. I can get us out…where’s Persephone?” his speech still broken and slurred.
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Post by boomerangele on Apr 11, 2010 20:11:16 GMT -7
Boomer’s heart melted in love and anger when Koz turned from her. It must be difficult for him to be seen like this – weak, mortal, and in obvious pain from the wounds he had sustained. Koz had always been her strongest childe, her warrior, who never hesitated to fight for his beliefs. Yes, he had died at war, but those deaths were often at a heavy cost to the enemy. He went down swinging.
She watched him spit blood through his cracked and swollen lips. His words came out in a jumble, “He’s still….here….blood….feed…” This was not enough information to know who it was who had done this to him, nor where his whereabouts were, but now she knew she must be cautious in her movements. She got up and locked the door from the inside, placing a chair against the doorknob. Unfortunately, this action would also keep out persephone, but at the moment her thoughts were more to getting Koz out of his bindings. As she moved, Koz tried to stand and instead clutched himself and fell into a nearby wall. She went to his aid and settled him back to the floor and sat next to him. Somehow she had to figure out how to break the steel rope that held him.
Reaching out to him, Koz grasped her hand and tried to squeeze it to show he still had energy. It was several seconds before he spoke. “I need to drink…from you. I can get us out…where’s persephone?”
This was not the time to discuss the fact his wife had abandoned her for a jog down the streets of RavenBlack City. She simply comforted him and said, “Pers is on her way.” Sitting back on her knees, Boomer pulled the small stiletto from her ankle strap and looked at the shiny blade. This was not the first time she had offered her blood to save another kindred. She thought of meeting Rykoth in Vancouver and allowing him to feed from her as a blood dolly.
She held her breath as she struck her wrist on the diagonal. The flow would be less than a vertical cut but enough so he could drink quickly. It only stung a little at first as the rich blood welled from within her. She wiped her on her pants and rubbed the wet wrist against his lips. It was hard to tell if he could see her with the bruising and swelling around his eyes. “Here, Koz, drink from me.” She knew the next pain would be greater than the first – the pain of him clamping down on her wrist to drink. She dropped the knife by her foot and gently moved his head into her wrist. He had to drink to survive.
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Post by Koz on Apr 12, 2010 10:17:12 GMT -7
Koz took Boomer’s arm in his hands. A bit reluctant at first because he knew once he started drinking he may not be able to stop when he should. The sudden rush of the vampire trait into his body again could drive him to go farther than he would want to. Technically he was about to turn himself all over again. But he knew he would have to be his old self to be able to lead Boomer and Persephone, wherever she may be, to safety. Letting his lips graze over Boomer’s skin a moment he closed his eyes and clenched his jaw down over her wound. Savoring the warmth of her blood as he continued to drink the result was exactly the opposite of what Koz had anticipated.
Suddenly he threw himself away from Boomerangele. His throat burned as he felt the veins in his face bulge out a little. The vampire trait spread through him twice as fast as it did during his first turning. It was pain coupled with a soothing familiar emotion. His bones cracked and twisted in self-healing as the new blood consumed and took over the serum still within him. He felt his wounds start to disappear and his physical appearance return to normal. With one last burst of crippling pain he felt his body return to what had become its natural state. Slowly pushing himself upright Koz held a hand against his head. Throughout the centuries he had never felt anything like he did now. This was either normal for being turned twice, or the worst hangover ever. Of course, being turned twice wasn’t exactly common, so he decided it was just what the worst hangover ever felt like.
Shrugging off the after affects he looked around to find what was left of his shirt in a pile of rags not far from him. Tearing off a strip he turned back to Boomer, moving to tie the cloth around her wound before using the rest to clean himself up. Moving his jaw widely he stretched several different ways, ridding himself of whatever was left over from his injuries. He then rested on his knees. Leaning himself forward to press his lips to Boomer’s forehead he looked down to the knife. Retrieving it quickly he slid the blade between his skin and the padded bracers that attached him to the steel rope. He couldn’t tell if the knife was just that sharp to cut through the fabric, or his newly returned strength allowing him to rip through the bracers, but he was free. Stretching his arms as wide as they would go he then stood at full height.
“Thank you, mother.” He said, leaning down to embrace her in his arms. But their reunion would be short lived as pounding and yelling was heard coming from the door. He chuckled at Boomer securing the door, but it gave him the time he needed. Reaching down he snaked the steel rope around his forearms. “You might want to go over that way a minute.” He nodded toward the corner furthest away from the door. Just then he bent his knees before pushing up with all his might. Hearing several cracks and snapping sounds he proceeded to rip part of the bloodstained floor out of place. Planting his feet as he swayed a little in an effort to control the weight, then stood silently waiting for the right moment. Nodding to Boomer once more in assurance he spun himself around twice before hurling the chunk of concrete at the doorway. Dispersing a four man team with one move he stood back a minute as the doorway was smashed open.
“See, they tie me up and beat the living hell out of me, and I’m *still* nice enough to do some remodeling.” He shook his head in laughter, crossing his arms over his chest as the dust started to clear away.
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Post by boomerangele on Apr 12, 2010 19:12:07 GMT -7
The pain was exquisite, sharp and shocking. Boomer’s body jolted as Koz’s strong jaw clamped around her thin wrist. A loud gasp escaped her lips. She closed her eyes as she felt his fangs crack the delicate bones. They would mend; it was not the first time they had been broken. As her blood was drained from her she thought of meeting Koz in the ghetto and how they had become friends. She had offered to find him a safe place for torpor not once, but twice. It was after the second time he had proposed to become her childe, something she had already felt in her heart even if there was nothing official to bind them to each other.
He pulled away from her quickly, ripping at her flesh as he detached, enlarging the gaping blood-spurting wound. She opened her eyes and clenched her hand over her wrist as she watched him writhe, her blood healing him from the inside out. It would take far more blood than what she just provided him to heal him completely, but it would be enough for him to regain his wits and his basic abilities to stand and fight.
He returned to her side and bound her would with strips of his shirt. The blood immediately soaked through the think cloth, but it, too would heal soon. Boomer licked the blood off her fingers as Koz kissed her gently on the forehead. That was all the thanks she needed. She watched him take her knife and wedge it under the bindings and break them, surprised the small knife had not broken from the force. The steel rope snapped vigorously and recoiled upon itself, allowing Koz to stand and stretch.
His words of thanks were quickly drowned by the commotion at the door. She knew her lame attempt at securing the door only bought them a few additional seconds but luckily it was seconds that were put to good use by Koz. At his insistence she moved away from the door and away from him as he flung a piece of the floor at the door causing the door and chair to be flung out at the men on the other side, trapping them beneath the door. This too would only be a temporary victory. Grabbing her knife from the ground Boomer jumped on the door, trapping the men beneath. Their arms flailed to the sides. Deftly she picked up an automatic weapon and tossed it at Koz. He’d know what to do with it. For herself she took a pistol. It was too large for her hand, but she could shoot it if she used both hands. She squatted to re-holster the knife to her ankle when a bullet whizzed by her head. There were more of them on the way.
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Koz
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Post by Koz on Apr 15, 2010 22:08:58 GMT -7
Koz caught the automatic rifle and slung it over his shoulder. Reaching down he grabbed a pistol as well, slipping it into the waistline of his jeans. Listening closely he determined from which direction the next group of men would arrive. Motioning to Boomer to stay quiet as to go unnoticed he stepped out into the hall and made his way up to a ventilation shaft. Ripping the steel grate cover from the wall he left it hang by one bolt as he climbed up into the duct. Crouched in the entrance of the air duct he watched silently as the men arrived, a few of them rushing to help their comrades. As the last guard was just making his way past, Koz dropped to the ground behind the man. Quickly covering the man’s mouth Koz tilted the mortals head to the side. He let his fangs tear into the neck of the one in his grasp, satisfying his fierce hunger as he brought the submachine gun up. Holding it sideways Koz sprayed the hallway with gunfire. His arm making a slow sweeping motion he watched as the rest of the men fell over dead.
Once his thirst was quenched he snapped the mortal’s neck and let him drop freely to the ground. Letting the fresh blood soothe him he stood silently for a moment. Rolling his neck before letting his focus return to reality he started to search each of the guardsmen for anything that may be useful. Shaking his head he kicked one of the dead men in frustration. “Damn it” he said, reaching down to pull the helmet off of another man who lay dying under the piece of concrete he used earlier. “Where is he?!” Koz yelled, backhanding the man shortly after asking. Standing he then crushed the man’s windpipe with the heel of his foot. It was obvious the guard wouldn’t have known, Koz was just lashing out in anger. Shaking his head he turned back to find Boomer. He hoped his gunfire hadn’t hit her, and that her wound from earlier had started to heal.
“C’mon mum, let’s go home.” He said out loud, doing his best to reassure her he was fine. His first thoughts were to find a control room of some sort. Somewhere he could access blueprints of the building they were in. That would do well for planning an escape route, since Koz figured this place would be crawling with men armed to the teeth. The direct approach would almost be suicide and if they became outnumbered they risked being captured.
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