OLD MASTER 2.0's "BB Battles: Volume Two".
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AHHHHHH! Who is that man?! 😛 Keep 'em comming guys! I am LOVING this!!! 😀 I love the music BTW...lol...adds a nice tone to the story...you guys rock at this...great collaboration thing you got going! Keep up the great work! Don't leave us hanging too long! I might pee my pants! 😛 😉
Wooooooooooo!
See! You make the people want more!
Who the hell is this guy!? Very cool IMO!
I want more!
You should definitely make a site out of this or something...thought it might not make sense to an un BB member!
See! You make the people want more!
Who the hell is this guy!? Very cool IMO!
I want more!
You should definitely make a site out of this or something...thought it might not make sense to an un BB member!
The New Buffy Boards Battles Prologue: Part 3
*Rolling "opening credits", cueing Prologue Theme Music . { Plays on Windows Media Player, Quicktime, or RealPlayer }*
~Created by
Zander8472
~Written by
Walter "Old Master 2.0" Mercado
and
Gil "DarkKnut" Harris
~Edited by
Old Master 2.0
~Starring
As Many Of You Guys As I Can Fit Into This Series!
***********************************************************
Oslo City, Norway - 2:02 AM
Their numbers swell by the hour.
All manner of creature continue to materialize across the city....crawling, slithering, skittering, surreal horrors directly out of nightmare, overunning neighborhoods....seemingly wanting nothing but the chaos, the destruction...the extinguishing of the warm, fleshy light of this city....of this very realm of existence.
In one such neighborhood, on a blasted, ravaged stretch of street.....a battle has been joined.
Zombies, naked and rotting, shamble and crawl towards the disturbance in increasing numbers...growling and wailing in their mindless rage........seeking to crush that which would dare to make war against them............
A black armored figure is standing in the center of the street....a whirling dirvish of frenetic, destructive action....hacking and slicing away at the oncoming hordes.
Numerous, decapitated zombie corpses fall at his feet ........still more of them fly backwards through the air as he turns and kicks them away......acrobatically avoiding attacks from all sides........
The figures' snarling canine companion is taking care of some business of his own a few yards to the left.....his eyes glowing a bright green, his fangs bared, the blood, gristle and grue of his enemies hanging and dropping from them as he tosses his head from side to side....throwing pieces of zombie to and fro.....tearing, charging and tackling through the creatures with awesome force and power.
The armored figure stops momentarily, listening to a low, computerized beeping signal that has begun to filter into his cowl's earpieces.
He immediately reaches a finger up to a stud just underneath his jawline and presses it, which lowers two lenses over his cowl's eyelets.
A computer readout flashes across the lens display....which he quickly reads. He raises the lenses from his eyes and looks down the street.....now teeming with the shambling monstrosities.
Three materialize right in front of him. He immediately crouches and comes back up, slicing his blade through the abdomen of the closest creature, right up the middle and through it's head.
He then spins around and backhand slices his other blade through the necks of the remaining two, their heads coming off like loose corks.
The armored warrior flips backward and over two more of the creatures, landing behind them. Without looking, he throws his circular blades to either side of him, decapitating two more approaching zombies, and with his suddenly empty hands he reaches forward and violently snaps the necks of the two zombies that he landed behind.
As their bodies fall forward, he reaches his hands to a pair of holsters on his hips and swiftly unsheathes two short, futuristic-looking automatic weapons, with long belts of ammunition extending from either of the weapons' magazine housings into a medium-sized circular pack attached to the lower back portion of his armor just over his belt.
He aims the weapons and begins firing, slowly walking forward and sweeping them from side to side, trying to clear a path for himself....occasionally whirling himself around and taking out any zombies that may appear behind him...yet still mantaining his forward motion.
Zombie corpses drop before him, their bodies exploding from the chest up from the impact of the high-power, armor-piercing bullets.
"This is no good...there's too many of these dumb f**ks....and more and more keep coming out of nowhere!" he yells over the din. Still firing, he looks over to the dog, who is currently hanging onto the back of a flailing zombie, his jaws closed around the back of the creature's head.
"Sid! Come here boy...I need ya!"
The dog wags his tail and tears the zombie's head off, leaping off of it's back as it falls to the ground. With a low "woof" he looks toward his master and trots toward him. The dog dutifully sits and looks up at his master when he reaches him, panting away and wagging his tail.
The warrior quickly stops firing and looks down at his companion.
"Playtime's over for us, buddy. Ship's sensors have indicated that THAT'S the house we're looking for", he says as he quickly points to a large home at the very end of the block, "......and we need to get there NOW! I'm almost out of ammo here, and there's a lot more of these creatures than we first thought we'd encounter....so I need you to suit up and cover me for a sec......!"
Sid issues a low "woof" in the affirmative....and quickly takes up position between his master and the still-growing, oncoming horde. The armored warrior turns around and fires at a small straggler group of zombies that have been coming up behind them. As their bodies drop, he holsters one of his guns, reaches up, and depresses a stud under his jawline
"Ship.....acknowledge!" he says, facing the direction of his aircraft. A split-second later, a computerized female voice comes through his cowl's headset.......
"[Working.]"
Just behind the warrior, Sid's eyes begin to glow orange......and with a low, gutteral growl, his body begins a transformation. First, Sid's entire body starts to tremble, then his flesh and fur begin to ripple and stretch. Accompanied by an audible series of wet, popping sounds, Sid's body quickly begins to gain mass and height......taking on a humanoid shape..........
"Ship......implement and execute cover and sweep measures.......full battle mode! Eliminate hostiles! Clear us a path down this street to the house! Also, give me a scan of the place when you get there and report back!"
"[Compliance. All systems engaged. Executing objectives............]"
He reaches down and unholsters his other gun and looks down at it....muttering to himself........
".....I just hope we're not too late here."
Sid's transformation is complete. Where once was a Rottweiler now stands a heavily-muscled, 11 foot tall, bipedal, humanoid creature. His flesh is now hairless, appearing to possess a stone-like density....with a deep, glossy black color......not unlike a polished ebony statue.
His eyes are now two lidless, flourescent red orbs and have no irises. The lower jaw is slightly jutted, and his mouth full of razor-keen teeth.
Protruding from either side of his bald head are a pair of horns which curled outward and upward...resulting in the tips pointing skyward.
His hands are large with sharp, bony protrusions extending from his knuckles...and claws which seem capable of rending steel with the barest ease.
There is a visible plume of grey smoke that comes from his nose and mouth with every exhalation.
He still wears the dog collar with the dangling crystal charm around his neck....and the crystal visibly roils and pulses with an energy at it's center.
As the ship powers up in the background, Sid tilts his head back and lets out a blood-curdling, inhuman roar, his body trembling with the sheer force and rage of it.....his hands raised palm upward on either side of him, curled into semi fists......grey smoke exuding from his open mouth as if from a jet exhaust.
The armored warrior turns around at the sound of his companion's battle cry and smiles.
"Good boy Sid......go get 'em!"
At that, Sid moves forward with an incredible speed that belies his bulk, into the mass of decaying corpses that have been bearing down on them, and begins swinging his massive arms, knocking zombies high into the air......rending and tearing with his long claws....inexorably pushing the creatures back. Zombies pile onto Sid, mindlessly attempting to bring him down.....only to be violently knocked away.....torn in half.....or crushed.
The armored warrior follows slowly behind Sid, cutting down any zombies left in Sid's wake with his guns. Behind the warrior....the airship rises quickly into the air with a loud roar from it's jets.....rising to a height of 50 feet and then hovering there.
Under the wing sections of the ship, four hatches open, two on each wing, revealing a battery of missile launchers on either side. Also, on the underbelly of the craft, one large hatch slides open and lowers a twin Gatling cannon assembly, which begin to click and whir and move from side to side, calibrating itself.
Slowly, the ship turns towards the direction of the battle, and begins moving forward.
Targeting sensors aboard the craft lock onto a long stretch of street between the intended destination and the two advancing warriors.....and fires a volley of six napalm-based missiles into the targeted area, the resulting white-hot explosions and subsequent mushroom-shaped pillars of fire sending dozens of flaming corpses into the air.
The ship fires a second missile volley several yards in front of the first targeted area with the same results. Many of the zombie creatures who weren't outright destroyed by the missiles were in flames, yowling in pain and running around in circles or away from the conflagration, finally dropping to the ground once they are consumed.
The ship then opens up on the crowd with it's Gatling cannons, spitting forth high-velocity bullets from it's spinning barrels that tear through and blow apart dozens upon dozens of the creatures.......cutting a clear path right down the center of the wide suburban street.
The ship passes over the two warriors, blasting away with it's cannons.
Sid looks up momentarily from his work as it flies over, admiring the work of the ship while holding two zombies by their heads....which he absently rips off and tosses aside.
The armored warrior has since depleted his ammunition and has been fighting hand to hand.....tirelessly knocking aside or outright taking out the now dwindling enemy.
He too looks up from his labors as the ship passes overhead.....and smiles at the ship's handiwork.
A zombie comes up from behind and grabs the armored figure, who easily breaks the creature's hold and spins around, grabbing the zombie on either side of it's head. The armored warrior bears his teeth and snaps the neck of the creature so violently that it's head is turned completely around, facing backwards.
He let's the zombie drop and then turns around to look down the street. Charred, smoking zombie remains litter the street now in the wake of the ship's destructive barrage.....with only a few of the zombie creatures still remaining.
The ship has cleared a path to the house at the end of the block, and is now hovering above it, still firing it's guns now and again at any remaining zombies that stray too near to the place.
The armored warrior turns to face Sid.
"The ship's sensors can't seem to penetrate the house.....I'd say that's a definite indication of conscious activity on SOMEBODY'S part, eh Sid? Ok, let's get to rolling...it won't be long before more of these dumb f**ks start materializing."
Sid nods in affirmation with a low growl, smoke issuing from his nose...and both turn and run down the street towards the house, stomping over bodies and stopping to take out one or two straggler creatures as they go.
Only a few yards from the house, Sid slowly transforms back into his original Rottweiler form.
To Be Concluded.......
THE NEW BUFFY BOARDS BATTLES
Prologue - Part 3
*Rolling "opening credits", cueing Prologue Theme Music . { Plays on Windows Media Player, Quicktime, or RealPlayer }*
~Created by
Zander8472
~Written by
Walter "Old Master 2.0" Mercado
and
Gil "DarkKnut" Harris
~Edited by
Old Master 2.0
~Starring
As Many Of You Guys As I Can Fit Into This Series!
***********************************************************
Oslo City, Norway - 2:02 AM
Their numbers swell by the hour.
All manner of creature continue to materialize across the city....crawling, slithering, skittering, surreal horrors directly out of nightmare, overunning neighborhoods....seemingly wanting nothing but the chaos, the destruction...the extinguishing of the warm, fleshy light of this city....of this very realm of existence.
In one such neighborhood, on a blasted, ravaged stretch of street.....a battle has been joined.
Zombies, naked and rotting, shamble and crawl towards the disturbance in increasing numbers...growling and wailing in their mindless rage........seeking to crush that which would dare to make war against them............
A black armored figure is standing in the center of the street....a whirling dirvish of frenetic, destructive action....hacking and slicing away at the oncoming hordes.
Numerous, decapitated zombie corpses fall at his feet ........still more of them fly backwards through the air as he turns and kicks them away......acrobatically avoiding attacks from all sides........
The figures' snarling canine companion is taking care of some business of his own a few yards to the left.....his eyes glowing a bright green, his fangs bared, the blood, gristle and grue of his enemies hanging and dropping from them as he tosses his head from side to side....throwing pieces of zombie to and fro.....tearing, charging and tackling through the creatures with awesome force and power.
The armored figure stops momentarily, listening to a low, computerized beeping signal that has begun to filter into his cowl's earpieces.
He immediately reaches a finger up to a stud just underneath his jawline and presses it, which lowers two lenses over his cowl's eyelets.
A computer readout flashes across the lens display....which he quickly reads. He raises the lenses from his eyes and looks down the street.....now teeming with the shambling monstrosities.
Three materialize right in front of him. He immediately crouches and comes back up, slicing his blade through the abdomen of the closest creature, right up the middle and through it's head.
He then spins around and backhand slices his other blade through the necks of the remaining two, their heads coming off like loose corks.
The armored warrior flips backward and over two more of the creatures, landing behind them. Without looking, he throws his circular blades to either side of him, decapitating two more approaching zombies, and with his suddenly empty hands he reaches forward and violently snaps the necks of the two zombies that he landed behind.
As their bodies fall forward, he reaches his hands to a pair of holsters on his hips and swiftly unsheathes two short, futuristic-looking automatic weapons, with long belts of ammunition extending from either of the weapons' magazine housings into a medium-sized circular pack attached to the lower back portion of his armor just over his belt.
He aims the weapons and begins firing, slowly walking forward and sweeping them from side to side, trying to clear a path for himself....occasionally whirling himself around and taking out any zombies that may appear behind him...yet still mantaining his forward motion.
Zombie corpses drop before him, their bodies exploding from the chest up from the impact of the high-power, armor-piercing bullets.
"This is no good...there's too many of these dumb f**ks....and more and more keep coming out of nowhere!" he yells over the din. Still firing, he looks over to the dog, who is currently hanging onto the back of a flailing zombie, his jaws closed around the back of the creature's head.
"Sid! Come here boy...I need ya!"
The dog wags his tail and tears the zombie's head off, leaping off of it's back as it falls to the ground. With a low "woof" he looks toward his master and trots toward him. The dog dutifully sits and looks up at his master when he reaches him, panting away and wagging his tail.
The warrior quickly stops firing and looks down at his companion.
"Playtime's over for us, buddy. Ship's sensors have indicated that THAT'S the house we're looking for", he says as he quickly points to a large home at the very end of the block, "......and we need to get there NOW! I'm almost out of ammo here, and there's a lot more of these creatures than we first thought we'd encounter....so I need you to suit up and cover me for a sec......!"
Sid issues a low "woof" in the affirmative....and quickly takes up position between his master and the still-growing, oncoming horde. The armored warrior turns around and fires at a small straggler group of zombies that have been coming up behind them. As their bodies drop, he holsters one of his guns, reaches up, and depresses a stud under his jawline
"Ship.....acknowledge!" he says, facing the direction of his aircraft. A split-second later, a computerized female voice comes through his cowl's headset.......
"[Working.]"
Just behind the warrior, Sid's eyes begin to glow orange......and with a low, gutteral growl, his body begins a transformation. First, Sid's entire body starts to tremble, then his flesh and fur begin to ripple and stretch. Accompanied by an audible series of wet, popping sounds, Sid's body quickly begins to gain mass and height......taking on a humanoid shape..........
"Ship......implement and execute cover and sweep measures.......full battle mode! Eliminate hostiles! Clear us a path down this street to the house! Also, give me a scan of the place when you get there and report back!"
"[Compliance. All systems engaged. Executing objectives............]"
He reaches down and unholsters his other gun and looks down at it....muttering to himself........
".....I just hope we're not too late here."
Sid's transformation is complete. Where once was a Rottweiler now stands a heavily-muscled, 11 foot tall, bipedal, humanoid creature. His flesh is now hairless, appearing to possess a stone-like density....with a deep, glossy black color......not unlike a polished ebony statue.
His eyes are now two lidless, flourescent red orbs and have no irises. The lower jaw is slightly jutted, and his mouth full of razor-keen teeth.
Protruding from either side of his bald head are a pair of horns which curled outward and upward...resulting in the tips pointing skyward.
His hands are large with sharp, bony protrusions extending from his knuckles...and claws which seem capable of rending steel with the barest ease.
There is a visible plume of grey smoke that comes from his nose and mouth with every exhalation.
He still wears the dog collar with the dangling crystal charm around his neck....and the crystal visibly roils and pulses with an energy at it's center.
As the ship powers up in the background, Sid tilts his head back and lets out a blood-curdling, inhuman roar, his body trembling with the sheer force and rage of it.....his hands raised palm upward on either side of him, curled into semi fists......grey smoke exuding from his open mouth as if from a jet exhaust.
The armored warrior turns around at the sound of his companion's battle cry and smiles.
"Good boy Sid......go get 'em!"
At that, Sid moves forward with an incredible speed that belies his bulk, into the mass of decaying corpses that have been bearing down on them, and begins swinging his massive arms, knocking zombies high into the air......rending and tearing with his long claws....inexorably pushing the creatures back. Zombies pile onto Sid, mindlessly attempting to bring him down.....only to be violently knocked away.....torn in half.....or crushed.
The armored warrior follows slowly behind Sid, cutting down any zombies left in Sid's wake with his guns. Behind the warrior....the airship rises quickly into the air with a loud roar from it's jets.....rising to a height of 50 feet and then hovering there.
Under the wing sections of the ship, four hatches open, two on each wing, revealing a battery of missile launchers on either side. Also, on the underbelly of the craft, one large hatch slides open and lowers a twin Gatling cannon assembly, which begin to click and whir and move from side to side, calibrating itself.
Slowly, the ship turns towards the direction of the battle, and begins moving forward.
Targeting sensors aboard the craft lock onto a long stretch of street between the intended destination and the two advancing warriors.....and fires a volley of six napalm-based missiles into the targeted area, the resulting white-hot explosions and subsequent mushroom-shaped pillars of fire sending dozens of flaming corpses into the air.
The ship fires a second missile volley several yards in front of the first targeted area with the same results. Many of the zombie creatures who weren't outright destroyed by the missiles were in flames, yowling in pain and running around in circles or away from the conflagration, finally dropping to the ground once they are consumed.
The ship then opens up on the crowd with it's Gatling cannons, spitting forth high-velocity bullets from it's spinning barrels that tear through and blow apart dozens upon dozens of the creatures.......cutting a clear path right down the center of the wide suburban street.
The ship passes over the two warriors, blasting away with it's cannons.
Sid looks up momentarily from his work as it flies over, admiring the work of the ship while holding two zombies by their heads....which he absently rips off and tosses aside.
The armored warrior has since depleted his ammunition and has been fighting hand to hand.....tirelessly knocking aside or outright taking out the now dwindling enemy.
He too looks up from his labors as the ship passes overhead.....and smiles at the ship's handiwork.
A zombie comes up from behind and grabs the armored figure, who easily breaks the creature's hold and spins around, grabbing the zombie on either side of it's head. The armored warrior bears his teeth and snaps the neck of the creature so violently that it's head is turned completely around, facing backwards.
He let's the zombie drop and then turns around to look down the street. Charred, smoking zombie remains litter the street now in the wake of the ship's destructive barrage.....with only a few of the zombie creatures still remaining.
The ship has cleared a path to the house at the end of the block, and is now hovering above it, still firing it's guns now and again at any remaining zombies that stray too near to the place.
The armored warrior turns to face Sid.
"The ship's sensors can't seem to penetrate the house.....I'd say that's a definite indication of conscious activity on SOMEBODY'S part, eh Sid? Ok, let's get to rolling...it won't be long before more of these dumb f**ks start materializing."
Sid nods in affirmation with a low growl, smoke issuing from his nose...and both turn and run down the street towards the house, stomping over bodies and stopping to take out one or two straggler creatures as they go.
Only a few yards from the house, Sid slowly transforms back into his original Rottweiler form.
To Be Concluded.......
Guestage_87
Storyteller
It's very awesome, wreaks of awesomeness if you will. But where are the Buffy board members for the Buffy board member battles? Or am I just missing something?
Lol.....well, this is only the PROLOGUE for the upcoming BB Battles series.....and will only introduce TWO of the current members for now. If you remember from the first two chapters, Polexia has already been introduced...as well as the character you just read about....whose identity will be revealed in the prologue's conclusion coming up next.
Other BB members will be introduced in the REGULAR series.
My apologies for any confusion I may have caused. 🙂
Thank you for reading.
Other BB members will be introduced in the REGULAR series.
My apologies for any confusion I may have caused. 🙂
Thank you for reading.
Guestage_87
Storyteller
Magui
Scooby
slayerangel
b/a always & forever
Jacklyn
Now a Scapenerd too...
This is too cool, Old Master!!! Extremely well-written, and what an interesting story to back that up...i have my suspisions as to who the armored warrior is, but I'm going to keep them to myself for now-and if you right back saying that I'm lying and it's not really good, expect a violent mob of zombies at your front door tonight 😉
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LazyDolphin
Scooby
The Wiggins
Townie
Dude, we're a hit! 😀
Now, let's give these nice people some more, what say you, OM?
Thanks for the kudos, guys and gals!
Now, let's give these nice people some more, what say you, OM?
Thanks for the kudos, guys and gals!
elmo
Anyone here speak Whale?!
Sorry for making everyone wait.....just dealing with a severe bout of writer's block...it really sucks....and I don't want to put up just ANYTHING, so please be patient while DarkKnut and I figure this out.....lol....
Thanks for reading. :: tu ::
Thanks for reading. :: tu ::
Kindred
Permanent state of confusion...
polexia
always been barely alive
Hands down!! you guys write GOOD!! NO forget good! GREAT!
and you gave me a lil sis of age 5 and powers! 🙂 thank you!
BTW: i could totaly see it me runing towards the cathedral og Oslo!
and you gave me a lil sis of age 5 and powers! 🙂 thank you!
BTW: i could totaly see it me runing towards the cathedral og Oslo!
THE NEW BB BATTLES PROLOGUE: Part 4
*Rolling "opening credits", cueing Prologue Theme Music . { Plays on Windows Media Player, Quicktime, or RealPlayer }*
~Created by
Zander8472
~Written by
Walter "Old Master 2.0" Mercado
and
Gil "DarkKnut" Harris
with a special assist by RAYNE
~Edited by
Old Master 2.0
~Starring
As Many Of You Guys As I Can Fit Into This Series!
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Oslo City, Norway - 2:13 AM
Polexia feels as if she is going to pass out.
Her lungs are burning and she is gasping for every breath.........she has been running at a good clip for several long blocks now....her still-unconscious baby sister clutched tightly in her arms.....trying to put as much space between them and their relentless pursuers. Even now she could hear them in the distance behind them, drawing nearer.....their legs clacking loudly and rapidly against the pavement.......and that all-too familiar tittering sound echoing along the empty streets, carried by the poisonous night breeze, sending a coarse chill through her bones.
The searing pain coming from behind her shins is terrible.......and her legs are near to buckling.......but the thought of her sister in the hands of whatever foul thing wrought this catastrophe spurs her onward.
Each agonizing step draws her inexorably closer to the safety of the cathedral.........now only three blocks away........
Spots begin to form and flash before her eyes.....threatening to overwhelm her vision......
"No......merciful lady.....nooo," is her thought as her forward movement begins to slow......the spots before her eyes increasing in number and intensity. "......not now.......too close.....too close......"
Her legs finally betray her.
Her knees hit the pavement hard with an audible thud...... with her entire body weight, coupled with that of her sister's, behind it.
Somehow she manages to keep a hold of her sister as she lands.......screaming in both pain and anger......utterly refusing to believe this is happening now....of all times........
She tries to stand up.....putting every last ounce of will she can muster behind the effort.......but her body doesn't respond. She only succeeds in expending whatever remaining energy she had left, and she tips over on her side hard....the side of her head bouncing off the sidewalk.
As her vision begins to blur, Polexia's grip loosens around Eleyna, who gently rolls from her embrace.
Polexia feebly reaches a hand out to her sister, closing it around her chubby little arm......
".......I'm.....so sorry, sweetie..........please.........don't.......be mad at me...........please............I.....tried............"
Polexia rolls onto her back....and through filmy eyes looks up at the night sky. The thick, roiling, ruby red clouds writhe and slither with an increasing, almost urgent intensity.......now beginning to flash every few seconds with an unearthly lightning......it's thunder rolling and rolling across the expanse......sounding chillingly akin to an agonized moaning........
As she begins to slip into unconsciousness......she hears the manic tittering again off in the distance somewhere, and manages one final thought............
"Please.........help.........us............"
The darkness engulfs her.
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The armored warrior and his companion Sid, who has now reverted to his original canine form, stand before the darkened, two-story house. The lights from the airship hovering overhead illuminate them and much of the surrounding area......the thrust from it's jets swirling up wind and dust around them.
The airship fires it's weapons in short spurts every so often........taking out any new zombie-creatures that materialize near the house.
The dark warrior looks the house over........noticing the amount of exterior damage; windows blown out.......porch boards pulled up.......front door smashed in...sections of the front wall apparently eaten away. He thinks to himself, whatever wanted into this place, GOT in all right.
He looks from the house up to the ship, his head cocked as if trying to listen to something.....his cape billowing in the wind. He then looks down at Sid....
"Doesn't look too promising, does it buddy?" He says to the dog......who is looking at the house quizically.
"....The ship still can't register any lifesigns......although like I said earlier, there does seem to be some cloaking mojo present here......don't know if it's the bad kind or what, the computer still can't seem to come up with anything either way. What about you, boy? You getting a wiff of anything....the inhabitants or otherwise?"
Sid raises his snout into the air and sniffs......probing slowly and deliberately in the direction of the house.
After a couple of minutes.....he lowers his snout and looks at his master with sullen eyes, issuing a low "woof" of exasperation.
"You either, huh? This is getting old fast......"
The dark warrior holds his arms akimbo and flicks his wrists inwards......an action that extends a pair of foot-long, stiletto-type blades from the tops of his gauntlets.
"C'mon boy, let's see what we can find......"
The warrior moves quickly to the house.....with Sid right behind him.
As the warrior begins to go up the porch steps, the dog halts in his tracks and quickly sniffs the air again.......and just as the warrior reaches the front door.......Sid begins to bark at him urgently........
The warrior reaches the threshold and is violently blasted backwards by an unseen, kinetic force. He connects hard with the front walk and slides backwards about 20 feet.....creating a short, steaming trench in the concrete. He quickly sits up and starts dusting himself off.....
"Well, THAT was certainly a lot of f****** fun! I should've expected that the barrier wouldn't just be for masking purposes......"
Sid runs over and gently clamps his jaws around one of the warrior's forearms to help him up
"Thanks buddy, I'm good.....no worries here......"
As the warrior regains his footing......a message from ship's computer is relayed over his cowl's headset
"It seems the barrier expended all it's energy when it cleaned my clock......the ship is suddenly able to get a reading now! I'm getting.....one lifeform........very faint......inside the basement! Let's move, buddy.....and be careful how ya go!"
Sid issues a low "woof" in the affirmative and trots toward the house alongside the warrior.
As they reach the open doorway, the warrior stops and looks down at Sid for any warning signs from him.....but Sid just looks back at him, panting away. The warrior tests the doorway by slowly pushing his hand forward.....meeting no resistance as it passes over the threshold. He looks down and motions the dog to follow him.
Inside the house, the sweet stench of charred, rotten flesh saturates the air. The warrior depresses a stud on his collar which lowers a pair of infra red sensors over his eyelets.
Indeed, on the floor he could make out several corpses, clearly immolated and still-steaming. He and Sid hurriedly step over these and make their way through to the staircase.....and find the door to the basement on the side.
Making their way down to the darkened cellar, they spot a middle-aged woman huddled in the corner, barely conscious. She's clutching her left side...which is drenched in blood.
The warrior depresses the communicator stud near his collar.....quickly making his way towards her.......
"Ship.....medical emergency! Prep the station! We're going to need immediate..........."
The woman abruptly wakes up and, upon seeing the two strangers......begins angrily yelling in Norwegian. Her eyes begin to glow, but they dim and fade just as quickly, the pain at her side too great to be able to concentrate. She yells in pain......continuing her foreign diatribe.......as Sid regards her with a quizzical look.
"Whoa....whoa.....lady......calm down...please....we aren't here to harm you....! Please...you're hurt......we have to get you out of here! Geez.....my Norwegian is a little rusty........"
The woman attempts to rise, and slips back down, her face a mask of anguish.......
"No! No....don't do that.....don't..........do you speak any English? English? Please....you're hurt........We are here to help you........do you underst.....please...stop yelling! We were sent to retrieve you....your family.......by Mr. Pointy........Mr. Pointy sent us to get you out.....!!"
The woman quiets down at the mention of the name.....and looks at the stranger and his dog.....her eyes narrowed
"Yes.......Mr. Pointy....you know that name...yes? He sent us to come and get all of you out, for your protection.......
The woman looks the dark warrior up and down....looks to the dog....who is sitting near her.....panting and wagging his tail....then back to the warrior. After a long silence.....she begins to speak again......
"You....from Meester Ponty? You....come ....to help?"
The warrior nods reassuringly.....and offers a smile
"Mr. Pointy.....yes.......he's my leader....I am a member of the MYRIAD.........."
He motions towards his companion
"That is my friend, Obsidian....I just call him Sid, for short........and me.......", he leans down and offers her his hand, "........I am called DarkKnut."
She nods slowly in understanding....and tentatively takes his proffered hand
"Ma'am, we need to get you to medical immediately....you've lost a lot of blood. But tell me, please, where is your husband.....and where are your daughters....Polexia and Eleyna.......?"
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The two girls lay still and silent on the windy, darkened street.
The little one, Eleyna, begins to groan and stir.........rolling over on her side, she opens her eyes slowly and sees her big sister sleeping next to her.
She smiles weakly and reaches her chubby little hand out to touch Polexia's face............just as a shadow falls over the both of them.......and a strange sound......like weird giggling...........
TO BE CONCLUDED (this time I really mean it......)
THE NEW BUFFY BOARDS BATTLES
Prologue - PART 4
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~Created by
Zander8472
~Written by
Walter "Old Master 2.0" Mercado
and
Gil "DarkKnut" Harris
with a special assist by RAYNE
~Edited by
Old Master 2.0
~Starring
As Many Of You Guys As I Can Fit Into This Series!
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Oslo City, Norway - 2:13 AM
Polexia feels as if she is going to pass out.
Her lungs are burning and she is gasping for every breath.........she has been running at a good clip for several long blocks now....her still-unconscious baby sister clutched tightly in her arms.....trying to put as much space between them and their relentless pursuers. Even now she could hear them in the distance behind them, drawing nearer.....their legs clacking loudly and rapidly against the pavement.......and that all-too familiar tittering sound echoing along the empty streets, carried by the poisonous night breeze, sending a coarse chill through her bones.
The searing pain coming from behind her shins is terrible.......and her legs are near to buckling.......but the thought of her sister in the hands of whatever foul thing wrought this catastrophe spurs her onward.
Each agonizing step draws her inexorably closer to the safety of the cathedral.........now only three blocks away........
Spots begin to form and flash before her eyes.....threatening to overwhelm her vision......
"No......merciful lady.....nooo," is her thought as her forward movement begins to slow......the spots before her eyes increasing in number and intensity. "......not now.......too close.....too close......"
Her legs finally betray her.
Her knees hit the pavement hard with an audible thud...... with her entire body weight, coupled with that of her sister's, behind it.
Somehow she manages to keep a hold of her sister as she lands.......screaming in both pain and anger......utterly refusing to believe this is happening now....of all times........
She tries to stand up.....putting every last ounce of will she can muster behind the effort.......but her body doesn't respond. She only succeeds in expending whatever remaining energy she had left, and she tips over on her side hard....the side of her head bouncing off the sidewalk.
As her vision begins to blur, Polexia's grip loosens around Eleyna, who gently rolls from her embrace.
Polexia feebly reaches a hand out to her sister, closing it around her chubby little arm......
".......I'm.....so sorry, sweetie..........please.........don't.......be mad at me...........please............I.....tried............"
Polexia rolls onto her back....and through filmy eyes looks up at the night sky. The thick, roiling, ruby red clouds writhe and slither with an increasing, almost urgent intensity.......now beginning to flash every few seconds with an unearthly lightning......it's thunder rolling and rolling across the expanse......sounding chillingly akin to an agonized moaning........
As she begins to slip into unconsciousness......she hears the manic tittering again off in the distance somewhere, and manages one final thought............
"Please.........help.........us............"
The darkness engulfs her.
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The armored warrior and his companion Sid, who has now reverted to his original canine form, stand before the darkened, two-story house. The lights from the airship hovering overhead illuminate them and much of the surrounding area......the thrust from it's jets swirling up wind and dust around them.
The airship fires it's weapons in short spurts every so often........taking out any new zombie-creatures that materialize near the house.
The dark warrior looks the house over........noticing the amount of exterior damage; windows blown out.......porch boards pulled up.......front door smashed in...sections of the front wall apparently eaten away. He thinks to himself, whatever wanted into this place, GOT in all right.
He looks from the house up to the ship, his head cocked as if trying to listen to something.....his cape billowing in the wind. He then looks down at Sid....
"Doesn't look too promising, does it buddy?" He says to the dog......who is looking at the house quizically.
"....The ship still can't register any lifesigns......although like I said earlier, there does seem to be some cloaking mojo present here......don't know if it's the bad kind or what, the computer still can't seem to come up with anything either way. What about you, boy? You getting a wiff of anything....the inhabitants or otherwise?"
Sid raises his snout into the air and sniffs......probing slowly and deliberately in the direction of the house.
After a couple of minutes.....he lowers his snout and looks at his master with sullen eyes, issuing a low "woof" of exasperation.
"You either, huh? This is getting old fast......"
The dark warrior holds his arms akimbo and flicks his wrists inwards......an action that extends a pair of foot-long, stiletto-type blades from the tops of his gauntlets.
"C'mon boy, let's see what we can find......"
The warrior moves quickly to the house.....with Sid right behind him.
As the warrior begins to go up the porch steps, the dog halts in his tracks and quickly sniffs the air again.......and just as the warrior reaches the front door.......Sid begins to bark at him urgently........
The warrior reaches the threshold and is violently blasted backwards by an unseen, kinetic force. He connects hard with the front walk and slides backwards about 20 feet.....creating a short, steaming trench in the concrete. He quickly sits up and starts dusting himself off.....
"Well, THAT was certainly a lot of f****** fun! I should've expected that the barrier wouldn't just be for masking purposes......"
Sid runs over and gently clamps his jaws around one of the warrior's forearms to help him up
"Thanks buddy, I'm good.....no worries here......"
As the warrior regains his footing......a message from ship's computer is relayed over his cowl's headset
"It seems the barrier expended all it's energy when it cleaned my clock......the ship is suddenly able to get a reading now! I'm getting.....one lifeform........very faint......inside the basement! Let's move, buddy.....and be careful how ya go!"
Sid issues a low "woof" in the affirmative and trots toward the house alongside the warrior.
As they reach the open doorway, the warrior stops and looks down at Sid for any warning signs from him.....but Sid just looks back at him, panting away. The warrior tests the doorway by slowly pushing his hand forward.....meeting no resistance as it passes over the threshold. He looks down and motions the dog to follow him.
Inside the house, the sweet stench of charred, rotten flesh saturates the air. The warrior depresses a stud on his collar which lowers a pair of infra red sensors over his eyelets.
Indeed, on the floor he could make out several corpses, clearly immolated and still-steaming. He and Sid hurriedly step over these and make their way through to the staircase.....and find the door to the basement on the side.
Making their way down to the darkened cellar, they spot a middle-aged woman huddled in the corner, barely conscious. She's clutching her left side...which is drenched in blood.
The warrior depresses the communicator stud near his collar.....quickly making his way towards her.......
"Ship.....medical emergency! Prep the station! We're going to need immediate..........."
The woman abruptly wakes up and, upon seeing the two strangers......begins angrily yelling in Norwegian. Her eyes begin to glow, but they dim and fade just as quickly, the pain at her side too great to be able to concentrate. She yells in pain......continuing her foreign diatribe.......as Sid regards her with a quizzical look.
"Whoa....whoa.....lady......calm down...please....we aren't here to harm you....! Please...you're hurt......we have to get you out of here! Geez.....my Norwegian is a little rusty........"
The woman attempts to rise, and slips back down, her face a mask of anguish.......
"No! No....don't do that.....don't..........do you speak any English? English? Please....you're hurt........We are here to help you........do you underst.....please...stop yelling! We were sent to retrieve you....your family.......by Mr. Pointy........Mr. Pointy sent us to get you out.....!!"
The woman quiets down at the mention of the name.....and looks at the stranger and his dog.....her eyes narrowed
"Yes.......Mr. Pointy....you know that name...yes? He sent us to come and get all of you out, for your protection.......
The woman looks the dark warrior up and down....looks to the dog....who is sitting near her.....panting and wagging his tail....then back to the warrior. After a long silence.....she begins to speak again......
"You....from Meester Ponty? You....come ....to help?"
The warrior nods reassuringly.....and offers a smile
"Mr. Pointy.....yes.......he's my leader....I am a member of the MYRIAD.........."
He motions towards his companion
"That is my friend, Obsidian....I just call him Sid, for short........and me.......", he leans down and offers her his hand, "........I am called DarkKnut."
She nods slowly in understanding....and tentatively takes his proffered hand
"Ma'am, we need to get you to medical immediately....you've lost a lot of blood. But tell me, please, where is your husband.....and where are your daughters....Polexia and Eleyna.......?"
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The two girls lay still and silent on the windy, darkened street.
The little one, Eleyna, begins to groan and stir.........rolling over on her side, she opens her eyes slowly and sees her big sister sleeping next to her.
She smiles weakly and reaches her chubby little hand out to touch Polexia's face............just as a shadow falls over the both of them.......and a strange sound......like weird giggling...........
TO BE CONCLUDED (this time I really mean it......)
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