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| 3 Bullets and A Black Rose; crime/ drama/ super natural | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 9 2008, 06:11 AM (338 Views) | |
| Arc Angel115 | Jun 9 2008, 06:11 AM Post #1 |
Mr. Too many AKA'z
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Will upload the first chapter soon but a crash description is below... Anthony 'black fang' Romero is a world renown private investigator in the world of the occult. His trade mark, the ability to see a select few human beings for what they are on the inside, demons walking among the human world. Once under contract with the Vatican Anthony is sent on a routine snatch and grab mission that inevitably goes awry, now with the stakes pushed higher and new forces coming into play will Anthony have the willpower and more importantly the bullets to get out alive? |
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| Arc Angel115 | Jul 8 2008, 06:38 AM Post #2 |
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He always hated how the rain felt on his skin but this time was far different. The small drops felt almost cleansing on his battered and now profusely bleeding body. Amidst the blaze of semi automatic weapons and the clash of long dirty nails against refined steel seemed to be drowned out of his ears as he sunk deeper and deeper into what many referred to as the final sleep. And suddenly in his last few moments he thought of one person. Not his wife of several untrustworthy years, not his stumpy land lord with the finger rings, not even the arc duke that ran the Vatican, all he could think of was Allison. A wash of guilt flowed around him as he realized what would happen if he could no longer protect her from the whole situation he was meant to cause. A deep breath and a silent prayer was all that could be remotely seen from a dying man while a full war waged around him. He only hoped that the story he unfolded would end happily. And for the very last second of Anthony ‘the black fang’ Romero’s life his existence flashed before his eyes one section in particular………………………………………………………………………………… It was a Thursday evening when he stumbled into his office the word sober no where near his working vocabulary. Three gin and tonics have that sort of effect on a person especially when the cute blonde just HAD to keep insisting it would be on her ‘who the hell am I to refuse’ he kept saying to himself as if that would act the chaser to his impending hangover. Taking his seat behind a massive mahogany desk that was of obvious gothic design from the 16th century line of craftsmen affectionately named the devils advocate design and carpentry Anthony took up his usual work habits by kicking his feet up onto the top corner of his desk while lounging back in his chair that seemed to bend with him after all the years of pent up abuse. The rest of the small office was absolutely commonplace. Wooden floors that hadn’t been properly washed in a few months stretched across to a series of white walls that had several bookcases and paintings holding them from being too noticed. A coat pole had only three of the original 5 pegs still functioning as they held a long black trench coat that was Anthony’s saving grace in the cold November weather. The single source of green came from a barley noticeable fake fern tree that stood watch of whomever stepped into the office in the opposite corner or in this case to Anthony’s left when he sat in his chair. The desk itself was rather plain with its accessories as well holding just his lap top a desk lamp and an ink well that was merely for looks. The television in the background seemed to pass the time for a while until the fun really started. What most people didn’t seem to realize; Anthony actually saw first hand every day. Those odd people you just can’t feel right about, the ones that never say anything or look out of place somehow, the ones you always try to avoid. Those people were what Anthony specialized in, demons in human form roaming the earth until they screwed up somehow. Anthony ‘black fang’ Romero was a clean up option for these furious demons, he was in every way an exorcist. Once the television turned on all hell broke loose. Every station was turned to the news development of a kidnapping at the famous Markand Ballroom reputed hangout for Mob affiliate Pierre Van Burren. The same individual was now standing in Anthony’s office with a grave look on his face and a request that startled and intrigued Romero. Van Burren: If you accept this mission your previous occurances against my people will be abolished do you understand? WIPED CLEAN BLACK FANG! BRING ME BACK MY PRECIOUS DAUGHTER! Anthony pulled in a deep sigh and kicked his feet off the bureau and with one hand swinging out for his coat walked past the 6”2 vampire and smiled as he muttered the final words before leaving his office “Ill get her back... period” |
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| Demonicus | Jul 9 2008, 02:36 AM Post #3 |
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Oooh that was badass, King of Hearts. From the start to finish, it had my attention. At first I thought it was some reality type of thing with just guns and what not. I'm not a major fan of those fics to be honest. I like ancient swordfighting, etc. However, this "demon" thing caught my attention and I couldn't stop reading. The first chapter was short, but that didn't harm the chapter in any way. The length did not matter. It was very well done and I liked the "movie" type of feel to this chapter (or even one of those vampire novels). Keep writing. |
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| Arc Angel115 | Jul 17 2008, 06:47 AM Post #4 |
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The street lights had finally turned on when Anthony finally left his office to venture back out into the night. He never said goodbye to his visitors, he knew they’d be gone by the time he even tried to say something anyway. But how would he get to this girl he wondered to himself as he turned the corner of his block and popped the door to a 05’deep blue mustang that was his crowing achievement in life. That car was Anthony’s baby and the feel of the gear shift in his right hand while his left gripped the crushed leather steering wheel was practically euphoric. The flash of the red light signal pierced his eyes and made him squint for a moment while he pushed the window button to allow the pane of glass to disappear into his car; allowing the fresh crisp nighttime air to circulate through his lungs. It almost felt like he were drinking water when he exhaled, seeing his breath trace its way out of his mouth and into the perfectly obsidian sky. His first stop would be to St. Moravian’s, the one place he needed to go to find two things that were important in his life, information, and Allison. Allison was almost Mrs. Romero until a joint decision on both their parts ended that union. and since that day Anthony cursed himself for making that obviously damn good decision. ‘better just me to die then her as well’ he told himself in his head as the car shifted into its automatic third gear as Anthony crossed the Brokeval bridge into the ‘big city’. The radio played classic jazz and when Anthony did pay attention his taste for music was satiated while he drove over the deserted bridge, barley any other cars around for the time of night it was. To the world it was time to sleep, but Anthony knew better. To anthony the night was his day and he could barely remember the last time he saw the sun. He genuinley liked it better that way. The trip into the city took another two minutes which was surprisingly fast for Anthony considering he usually hit some sort of traffic. Parking his car in a lot across from the cathedral Anthony slowly got out of his car and back toward the trunk. Popping the lock and raising the lid revealed a cavalcade of bladed and ballistic weaponry of which Anthony took two police issued Beretta 9mm pistols and a pure silver crowbar sized tube that had engraved Celtic designs from end to end. He never had to use his weapons when entering the Cathedral but he never knew about the trip up. The clag of his trunk door alerted a loud smash into the night Anthony already a few yards from the car noticed he had awaken a lowly bum who held a soggy old sign in his hand that read something in Latin but was too worn and fadded to read right. ???: Yer never gonna’ come over here quietly are ya blackie ‘I told you I always enjoy your company didn’t I?’ ??? Don’t ya go getting tough wit me ya little bastard! I’m old now but I could have ripped your sorry ass in half too many times in the past for you to be talking to me like that ‘Relax drew you know I don’t do it on purpose. . . Allison in’ Drew: Suppose so yeah, saw her going’ in with one of those lichen about 10 minutes ago…bastard gave me the creeps… why ya ask? Anthony didn’t care to answer the old mans question before he had raced up the stairs of the Cathedral his heart pumping out of his chest. ‘Dam it drew don’t you realize the true bloods and the Van Burrens are STILL FIGHTING? Shit go get help and whatever you do don’t let that jackass from the Vatican hear about this….make sure no one calls the cops either they will just complicate shit now GO! The pistols were cocked and the safeties were off well before Anthony hopped the stairs to the main entrance and raced down a wet and damp alleyway to get to the side door of the building that also led into the kitchen. He couldn’t hear anything yet but that would soon change. Ten minutes was more than enough time for a pack of lichen to come tearing through property and person alike and Anthony didn’t like his odds to begin with…he only have 16 bullets in each gun without a second clip and werewolves never ever liked to be shot, but the silver staff he carried would be a different story. Once he reached the back kitchen door Anthony lowered his body almost to a huddled slant before turning he nobb swinging open to door and pivoting on his back foot to get the surprise shot on anything within the kitchen. Luckily for Anthony, nothing or one was there as he found the light switch and after a few breathless moments pronounced the room 'clear' There was one way for Anthony to go and that was up a flight of stairs to which he took rather quickly reaching the door that would not budge upon his attempts to open it. A cold sweat now enveloped Anthony'sbody as he reached for his silver baton hanging from a harness on his belt. Gripping the staff tightly Anthony thrust it through the door knocking out the entire door nobb mechanism allowing the door to swing freely showing Anthony a barbaric scene of blood and carnage. The lichen were still in the Cathedral feasting off the dead bodies of its parishioners. Anthony quickly became noticed and time was now an issue. Even if Allison were alive if all of these lichen; of which Anthiny counted four, weren't killed off instantly one of them would inform the leader who would then take Allison's life. That prospect propelled anthony out of the kitchen staircase and into the Cathedral where the howl of wolves and the clang of bullets hitting felsh rang in beautiful harmony as Anthony nailed one of the foul beats twice in the thigh and once through the heart killing it instantly. The other three in the Church area of the cathedral spread out to the walls where Anthony could not go. Bullets rang out and clipped their targets one after the other Anthony never once missing. The second kill came when Anthony caught a lucky break nailing one of the lichen in the hand causing it to fall from the ceiling allowing him ample time to plant a slug into the wolfs head cracking the skull with the force of the shot. The third and fourth lichen now howled in desperation the third lichen now gunning for Anthony. A quick breath was all Anthony took before he aligned his gun to the beast shooting three times while the beast charged him hitting it three times in the face blood staining the walls and ground upon each hit. And without skipping a beat Anthony took a firm grip of his silver staff and whispered a few words to himself watching as the once short tube became a long and sturdy pole resembling a bow staff. Anthony eyed the last lichen and with amazing accuracy threw the pole quick enough to catch the lichen off guard nailing it through the chest into the life size crucifix that hung from the back wallof the Cathedral the wolf dying on impact ???: Well Well Mr. Romero I see you havent missed a beat in your old age 'I know what your here for True Blood and she has nothing to- True Blood: Oh but doesnt she? Face the facts Black fang I know your an agent for the vatican! I know you've come to rid the city of the Van Burren and True Blood epidemic but the real question is how will the vatican take this girls death when I toss her from the State Building! 'Just hear me out on this True Blood I can resolve this!... you know this won't end pretty for you if you try to run' True Blood: HA HA HA HA HA HA RUN! RUN? from who? YOU BAH HA HA GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH True Bloods words were cut short thanks to Allisons quick thinking decison to bit down on the mouth that was covering her face allowing Anthony to plug four shots into each side of the werewolf's chest and one final shot to the front of the head dropping him for good. Allison quickly ran down the spiral staircase that seperated her from Anthony and without a word collapsed into his embrace. Anthony quickly picked her up and fleed the scene the cops responding to the reports of several gunshots that had rung out from the last few minutes on giving Anthony a very bad outlook for his immediate future. The head of the werewolves was now lying in a poolof his own blood, thanks to the most notoriously hated human being in the entire underworld, the descendant from the exorcist that first came to the city of empires nearly 300 years ago. Edited by Arc Angel115, Jul 17 2008, 07:19 AM.
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| Demonicus | Jul 17 2008, 06:58 AM Post #5 |
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Ahh I'm guessing some serious action will happen in the next chapter what with the mentioning of silver, werewolves, and true bloodz. Keep writing bro, good stuff. |
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| Arc Angel115 | Aug 14 2008, 08:58 PM Post #6 |
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300 years ago in Barcelona Spain ???: The human knows nothing of our plot to overthrow the christian uprising and he will continue to be in the dark so long as we stay truthful to this pact. ???: Indeed, My bretheren have stalked the night prey in peace until these bastards began slaughtering us in high fashion claiming we are the damned enemies of God himself, as if that is some sort of EXCUSE! ???: But as it stands there vatican is still new in power and can easily be swayed if we play the hands we've been dealt properly. Lucifer isnt meant to be resurected on this plane of existance but instead he was meant to triumphantly break his way back into the so called heavens and destroy who opposed him so very long ago. ???: Then it is decided. Trueblood as the underlord as your witness do you agree to the terms of our unified pact? Will the two great predators of moonlight squabble no longer and work together for a common principle! True blood: Aye! From this day forth any vampire aligned with the blood that runs through your veins Van burren will be honored as kin to the lychen that call me father Van Burren: Then it is settled! Now let us go forth and take for ourselves that which is rightfully ours! Tonight ROmero'sblood will spill into the streets of Spain and into the mouths of our hungry followers! -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Present day Anthony took Allison quickly by the hand leading her out of the back door of the now abandoned church and over to the alley way that now held his Mustang. The old man out front still perched on the hood leaning backward a small bit. Drew: Figured you'd need this away from the lot across from the entrance...kept it on and runnin' for ya Anthony: Allways knew I could depend on you old friend....and one more thing...theres plenty of meat in there for your family...I kept all the good parts clean From the corner of the alley a rustling of a few cans gave away a small huddled family of a mother and three younger children all with glowing green eyes and scaled skin. Drew smiled outwardly and bowed his head showing his own array of green scales under the rugged black hood that he doned. "Allways the provider Anthony My family thanks you...its been so long since my kind has been able to live freely in these streets I've almost forgotten how some of your people can still be kind to us demonic" Anthony got Allison into the car and smirked when the car was thrown into Drive as he slowly pulled out of the alley looking Drew right in the eye "Theres nothing demonic about you Drewford...humans just have a bad temper about there preferences thats all" A loud roar spat from the engine as Anthony raced the turn off the alley way and back down the street the opposite way from the blaring sirens that were maybe one more minute away from the church. The Bridge back home was a few more miles away and at this time of night Anthony decided that being color blind was the way to go forefitting the knowledge that red lights meant stop as he sped down the street never going below sixty. Allison: What the hell Romero Those bastards just came in like they owned the place not even bothered that it was a church! Anthony: Yeah they've been known to do that every once in a while...There not exactly like vampires in the fact that divine properties dont really affect them that much....still silver anything and we all know the drill. Allison: Yeah but thats not what gets me...why would True Blood really be there? And you even kill- Anthony: Yeah thats not true either....Truebloods far from dead trust me... He has this nasty little regenerative property thats going to have him backup in no time at all...the betas are dead but I have a feeling we will be seeing Victor very soon Allison: Victor? Anthony: Yeah Victor Franco Trueblood the king crowned by satan himself....or so people say Allison: Yes I've heard about those Satan picks himself as his chosen warriors....werent you- Allison was quickly shut up by the sound of tires screeching and guns blazing from the two fully loaded pick up trucks that were now in hot persuit of Anthony's Mustang. The spedometer needle plunged into the 80 and above range as Anthony raced down the street another few blocks away from the bridge. A red light flickered inside the car and Anthony without so much as a flinch pushed a silver protrusion in the middle of his steering wheel down and in the passenger side lock up a metalic object stuck out toward Allison Anthony: Take that and aim it out the window and on the ground maybe a few feet to the left and pull the trigger when I say so Allison: BULLSHIT WHAT THE FUCK ARE THOSE GUYS EVEN DOING WHY ARE THEY SHOOTING US!!!!!!!! Anthony swerved away from a slowly backing out tractor trailer and looked in the rear view mirror only to see the trailer get torn apart by the two trucks which now had very lovely looking spikes in front of it. "Alli trust me its not a bullet like you think just hit the ground and we'll find out what they really want and you might want to do that quick the bridge is comming up fast" Reluctantly Allison pushed the button that pulled the window of the passenger side door down into its well and pulled the almost comically huge gun from its compartment and aimed it outside the car only to jerk it back inside when the mirror was taken off by a stray bullet from one of the cars in the back "Shit I just payed this thing off Muther Fuckers!" Exclaimed Anthony as he slowed the car down to an even 75 not even looking at Allison who had now left her seat and was aiming out the window with the piece toward the ground like anthony said. She pulled the trigger and a black inkish liquid sprayed the pavement and quickly spread out to more than 3/4 the width of the street the two chasing cars quickly falling into the trap. "Anthony what was that shit?" His answer came in a emergency break inspired whip 180 turn that was sloppy enough to crash them sideways into a light pole that really dented the car more than the light pole . Anthony jerked foward a little and crused himself alittle and after pushing down the break sped up toward the two cars that were seconds away from the black ink. "You'll see". The two trucks hit the ink with the two front tires and for about a split second pushed through before the liquid caught a hold of the tires and stopped the cars dead in their tracks sending one of the passengers straight through the windshield of the car on the left falling to his grave on the black liquid. Anthony smirked as his own tires stopped just short of the ink getting out of the car quickly enough to bust off a shot or two at the body caught in the murky black apoxy killing the victim like a trapped animal. Within seconds the rest of the inhabitants of the cars were leaned out of the cars and firing at Anthony and Allison who had taken refuge behind a metal dumster a few feet away in an abandoned alley way. Anthony looked into the chamber of his gun and analysed how many bullets he had left in his six shooter. four left....not enough...they'd have to burn Anthony rolled up the sleeve on his left arm and asked Allison for a lighter before he bit into his arm drawing blood. Allison looked confused but got out a zippo lighter and gave it to anthony who put the flame to the blood that was freely flowing down his arm. Instantly the black tattoo's on his left arm took over the white semi tan skin and burst into flame. Anthony closed his eyes and thrust his hand foward concentrating a steady line of fire toward the black ink that immediatley caught flame toasting both cars to the point of explosion killing the people in the cars as well. And as quickly as the arm transformed it returned to its normal form Anthony wiping away the extra blood on a signature blue bandana he pulled from his back pocket. Allison looked at him with wide eyes and only pointed at Anthony in utter shock "Your....Your......" Anthony looked at Allison one eye completley obsidian in color and smiled "No baby....the devil tried to get me.....but he failed....im what happens when an angel gets fed up with being weak...come on your driving were going to The red tree lounge on 68th street...its time we met up with the order" |
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| Demonicus | Aug 14 2008, 11:35 PM Post #7 |
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I actually have to get off right now so this comment will be really quick, but that was a sik chapter bro. It was pretty detailed and I like the action scenes in this chapter. Keep writing. |
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| Arc Angel115 | Jul 6 2009, 02:51 AM Post #8 |
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The "Red Tree" Lounge was a place that was completley operated by demons' the storefront laundrymat the lounge used for its disguise worked perfectly in the morning and afternoon hours, being that the store front was open twenty four hours meant that at any particular time after ten the store front was still in operation but if you were a tourist you were obviously watched like a hawk. Anthony and Allison were far from tourists. Allison: We've been together for HOW LONG and you decide to keep out that your a god forsaken angel! Anthony: I'm not an angel, at least im not yet, humans can be blessed by God if they've done the right things and sent the right people back to hell, think of it as me being an....angel in training. Allison: Well where in the bible does it say that angels have tottoo's and shoot fucking fire from they're hands Anthony: It doesn't and you should know better, the bible is missing so many scriptures its like a child tore our a coloring book, and besides I didn't ask for it they gave it to me Allison: Romero....who's they Anthony: the order of the pathway to heaven, don't say anything and just follow my lead Anthony mentioned this last part as he opened the door to the laundromat that housed the red tree lounge in its basement. Almost immediatley a large refrigerator sized black man emerged from the back, he had a dirty maroon apron on that covered his entire body leaving his massive chest shoulders and arms exposed with some white from his undershirt poking out. The mystery doorman sighed and picked up a laundry basket and threw it to Romero almost as if it were a greeting ???: You know the drill all weapons items and divine blessed objects in the basket do you have an appointment...you never do Anthony: Well shit byren you could say hello every now and again After emptying his contents and instructing Allison to do the same they followed byren's lead to the back of the sotre and into a small room with a staircase leading to a large red painted door. Red lightbulbs made the room look like being inside a giant apple until the door opened and the immediate plume of smoke made both humans eyes squint as they walked in. The lounge itself was nothing more than a series of red upholstered couches and a massive wrap around wet bar, the tiles on the floor if anyone noticed were clean as a whistle and there were mirrors for walls, to the right was a dance area that had been populated with at least six dozen "people" who had barely noticed Allison and Anthony's arrival. The left hand side on the other hand was a series of six curtained V.I.P rooms the fourth of which had a giant symbol of wings with a sword pierced through the middle, it was the calling card of the order, the place Anthony needed his information |
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