[Mature]Werewolf: The Forsaken - Preludes

[Festy_Dog]

Piotr emits an entertained grunt as he enters just in time to see the fight. He liked his music but fights were a special treat indeed. With a single movement the guy with the accent had removed two guys from the immediate fight, leaving a one-on-one scenario. The other guy looked kinda young, maybe a student? Piotr had his money on the smart fighter with the accent, the way he fought gave him the impression the stranger was someone he could respect. Where was the accent from? He thought he had heard it somewhere before...

"Irishman! Win and your drinks are on me!" he yells, and laughs. This was shaping up to be an interesting evening.

 

[Tokiwong]

"Irishman! Win and your drinks are on me!" he yells, and laughs. This was shaping up to be an interesting evening.

Piotr watches as the man launches himself onto the last frat boy standing. Knocking him down and savagely beating the man with his fists like an animal. The first few blows incapacitate the youth, but by the tenth punch people are trying to pull the man off the youth, whose face looks more like a ripe beaten tomato then a human face.

Drake you lose control. The fury consuming you is focused on this prissy, college boy. You want to shatter his beautiful face, and by the time you hear the satisfying crunch of bone and the fleshy sound of pummeled skin you realize that blood covers your hands, your knuckles are split and the boy is out, his face covered in cuts, bruises, and healthy amounts of blood.

The Drake feels himself being pulled back forcefully and even submitting when the scarred woman growls at him, “Stop!” Drake tumbles to the ground and the bar is going crazy. The woman speaks again, “Get out of here!”

Camera

The man was Camera’s height, this man that claimed to be his father. He wore a heavy black leather trench coat that hung down to his ankles. Thick combat boots, freshly shined with dark beaten jeans. His shirt was a thick gray turtleneck, which clung tightly to the man’s muscled frame. He was massive not only in size but in presence as well. His eyes were green and his skin was dark and weathered. His head is bald, and it looks the man is sizing Camera up as well.

He speaks, “You are my son.”

Ariella

The woman screams at Ariella, “I ain’t going to prison! I ain’t going to prison! Dos Mio, my kids, I can’t go to prison!” She follows that with a string curses at her husband before turning to Ariella, “he was cheating on me, what would you do!”

Faith

Faith wakes up lying face first in the snow. Her clothes are shredded and there is a coppery taste in her mouth. The snow around her is stained red, she can’t recall what happened but she is alone, and it looks like she is in the midst of the local jogging park.

Then the pain hits her and there is a six inch barb stuck in her shoulder…

 

[Shalimar]

Wet. Cold and wet. Faith stirred slowly at the uncomfortable sensations on her skin in places that should have been covered by her pants, by her boots, and by her shirt. Blinking herself awake the girl spits out the snow that had made its into her mouth and wiped at the ice crystals that had stuck to her eyebrows and lashes and caked on her cheeks. Sitting up slowly the pink haired girl looked around trying to understand what was going on, still groggy enough that panic had not set in.

Shifting her weight to her arm, Faith screamed in pain as the arm gave out and dumped her in the bloody snow. Coughing in pain panic starts to set in as the shifts around to see the barb, it was like one of those really silly coyote cartoons, he would run off a cliff and then not fall until he looked down, the girl thought. Gritting her teeth, the girl ran her other hand along the spine and wound until she gripped it tightly, and tried to pull it out, screaming in pain as she tried to shift the barb.

 

[Tokiwong]

Gritting her teeth, the girl ran her other hand along the spine and wound until she gripped it tightly, and tried to pull it out, screaming in pain as she tried to shift the barb.

The jagged barb rips out of her flesh, it is slick with blood and an oily viscous fluid. Flesh comes free with the barb. The pain burns her flesh, but soon that pain is replaced by a dull sensation… an odd sensation.

It is only then that she hears the growling from the darkness…

 

[Shayuri]

The woman screams at Ariella, “I ain’t going to prison! I ain’t going to prison! Dos Mio, my kids, I can’t go to prison!” She follows that with a string curses at her husband before turning to Ariella, “he was cheating on me, what would you do!”

--

"If I didn't want to go to jail, I'd start by doing what the cops are telling me to," Ari comes back. "Now just settle down! Look at me, take a couple of breaths, and just calm down. No, don't look at him. Me. When you feel like you can talk without shouting, I want you to tell me what happened."

She glances over at Richards. "You okay over there?"

 

[Shalimar]

Faith screamed in agony as the barb pulled free from her shoulder, and losing the flesh wasn't any picnic either. She squeezed the wound, putting pressure on it with her good arm as she shrinks down into a feral ball of agony, fear, and miserableness. "Whats going on with me? What the F$%K is happening to me?" the pink haired girl moaned.

"High Lady, help me...please." she muttered helplessly as the growling started to sound in the darkness, outside of her field of vision. She cringed in fear, but not pain, her arm and shoulder were going numb and whatever that thing in her shoulder had had some kind of goop in it, she hoped it wasn't poisonouos or something. Her mouth felt metally, and tasted like blood as she struggled up to her feet panting and keeping her bad arm held tight to her chest.

 

[Tokiwong]

"High Lady, help me...please." she muttered helplessly as the growling started to sound in the darkness, outside of her field of vision. She cringed in fear, but not pain, her arm and shoulder were going numb and whatever that thing in her shoulder had had some kind of goop in it, she hoped it wasn't poisonouos or something. Her mouth felt metally, and tasted like blood as she struggled up to her feet panting and keeping her bad arm held tight to her chest.

The growl continues… and then the attack begins… the beast is on her, it tears at her arm as she tries to protect herself from harm. Then it is gone. She is laying there bleeding from a tear in her arm, but the pain in her shoulder subsided. The pain in her arm takes precedence…

“Get up,” a woman says gruffly, “get up you stupid bitch stop crying… whatever lady you are praying to won’t help you, unless you are trying to call a favor in from momma. Trust me she don’t listen to any of us any more… but what can you expect when we tore down the Father.”

The woman has brown hair, worn short around a plain face of a woman in her thirties. She wears jeans with a thick coat, and a blue eyes with dark skin of a Native American, in one hand she holds a sword about the length of her arm, and the moon gives her eyes a sinister glow.

The woman kicks the barb away and says aloud, “Azlu… you are lucky to be alive, little one.”

 

[Tokiwong]

"If I didn't want to go to jail, I'd start by doing what the cops are telling me to," Ari comes back. "Now just settle down! Look at me, take a couple of breaths, and just calm down. No, don't look at him. Me. When you feel like you can talk without shouting, I want you to tell me what happened."

She glances over at Richards. "You okay over there?"

The woman calms down and looks at Ariella, “Okay…” and then trails off.

Officer Richards nods, “Yeah,” he already has the husband in cuffs, “just for his and my own safety.”

Ariella sees a figure, or something standing in the open doorway to there apartment, too tall or perhaps large to be a child. And the fact that she hears some kind of foul snickering does not help either.

She hears a hissing, “SMELL. YOU. FORSAKEN… bitch…” in a language she has never heard but understands as if perhaps she has always known it… or perhaps she understands the intent of the word.

*BANG!*

Officer Richards drops like a rock, and in the doorway is standing the boy, their son perhaps. The gun goes off again and the irate husband pitches forward, as the neighbors start screaming…

The boy then turns the gun on Ariella…

 

[Shayuri]

From the sound of the gun, time seemed to slow down. Not in a way that still let her act though, not in a cool Matrix-style cavalcade of special effects. No, this was more like a nightmare.

Ari was throwing herself sideways, trying to get out of the shooter's line of fire. She felt as if she was drifting as lazily as a feather; an easy shot. Her right hand was dropping in slow motion towards the holster on her hip. It would be hours before she had her gun out though.

In the meantime, Richards was falling...she didn't dare think about it; didn't dare allow that into her mind.

This was just a domestic...it was routine. How could things have come to this?

(trying to get some kind of cover and ready weapon!)

 

[Tokiwong]

From the sound of the gun, time seemed to slow down. Not in a way that still let her act though, not in a cool Matrix-style cavalcade of special effects. No, this was more like a nightmare.

Ari was throwing herself sideways, trying to get out of the shooter's line of fire. She felt as if she was drifting as lazily as a feather; an easy shot. Her right hand was dropping in slow motion towards the holster on her hip. It would be hours before she had her gun out though.

In the meantime, Richards was falling...she didn't dare think about it; didn't dare allow that into her mind.

This was just a domestic...it was routine. How could things have come to this?

A nightmare.

That was exactly what this is, a nightmare. The gun blares to life a third time, Ariella’s own weapon comes to life, after many agonizing moments; perhaps hours. The haze of red and pain shatters her vision and she comes to rest on the ground but instinctively she is moving, she feels the blood the pain but it is not even registering.

Instincts.

By the time the fog of war has cleared and there is a brief moment of silence Ariella can see the results of the carnage. The boy is dead, Officer Richards is down and not moving, and the father is dead.

She sees the thing that she saw briefly retreating from the boy, with the same snickering…

Later…

Ariella is sitting with a paramedic, he looks puzzled, “Are you sure you got shot? Maybe you just got grazed or you just thought you did? Because I see blood but I am not seeing an entry or exit wound here?”

He looks puzzled and checks her a third time, “You are damn lucky.”

A detective walks towards Ariella, “What the hell happened, we got one officer dead, and two civilians, and one of them is a kid for crying out loud, not even ten year’s old. How did this fall apart so fast?”