Werewolf the Apocalypse: Warriors of the World

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The pack stood just inside the entrance of the New Jersey nightclub, shaking off the bite of cold autumn rain and checking out the entry room of Club Krone.

"Man, that was too east, Ryan," quiped the smallest, a man, boy really, of no more than 18 years, with short, black cherry hair, dark blue eyes, and clothes that hearkened back to the days when Soundgarden topped the charts.

"Quiet Colin. Jus' thank Gaia fer small favors, sure'n it'll be th'last o'those fer the night." At 6'4", Ryan was broad-shouldered and wel-muscled, a full nine inches taller than Colin; and though his eyes were green as grass and his hair more fire than cherry, the resemblance between the two was unmistakable. Ryan was dressed like a Prohibition-era gangster, and with his brown suit, hat, and longcoat, he looked like an extra from the Untouchables.

After a long pause, a third man spoke. "I have to agree with Colin. Even for a Halloween costume party, I think we stick out; however, nothing can be done now." Dressed in basic black with a leather motorcycle jacket, the average looking Japanese man known only as Shadow of the Stormcrow nodded towards the main room. "We should get inside and survey the area."

Nodding agreement in unison, Colin and Ryan walked trough the big double doors, followed closely by Shadow, the brave, and the gunslinger.

The main room of Krome was garishly decorated for Samhain, Colin thought; strobes of red, orange, and blue played off the bodies of dancers of all shapes and shades, while black lights and fog machines lent the floor an eerie, otherworldly glow. The gunslinger, RadGunPup, nudged Ryan's shoulder. "Remind me why we're here again?"

Ryan sighed. "To guard her," he replied, holding up a Polaroid picture of a gorgeous blond girl with ice blue eyes set in a flawless face above a voluptuous figure. "Rampage's daughter Greta. The Black spirals want her for something and that can't be anything good."

Colin mutterd, "Gee, a hot Aryan chick; that shouldn't be too hard in this crowd."

Ryan shot him a hard look. "Remember laddie; luck o' the Irish. Ev'rybody spread out, and howl when trouble rears."

The five spread out through the club, taking up positions wherever they cold to get a good view of the entire room. The painted and well-toned brave, Standing Stone, found himself on the dance floor, where he was quickly swamped by women dancing to be near him. Shadow of the Stormcrow took up a position near the fire doors, leaning nonchalantly against the wall. Ryan sat down at the bar, while RGP "investigated" the area near the DJ's booth.

Colin had the best luck of the five, at least in his search. While the DJ was spinning a bastardized remix of "No Rain", he spotted her.

"By Stag; more beautiful in person," was all Colin could think as he wove his way through the crowd of dancers towards her. Her outfit, a red leather corset, matching microshirt, fishnet stockings, and black Doc Martens, didn't help his already short attention span any. He was so caught up in her beauty he almost didn't notice the four people she was with. Almost. They might not be of the Wyrm. They might not be Black Spirals. And maybe Ryan was Egyptian.

 

[Angcuru]

Ummm......ok.

Interesting, but it needs to be way longer, with more line breaks and more explanation as to what the hell is going on. Try to explain things a bit more, even if with by just dropping a little hint. Other than it shows potential.

 

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The biggest was over 7 feet tall, well-muscled and dressed to ascentuate the fact in a mesh shirt and black leather pants. His close cropped blond hair suggested a company wolf.

His two laughing male lackeys were dressed identically in white suits with white leather trenchcoats, with bleach blond dreadlocks and black Ray-Bans. "Ugh," Colin thought to himself, "the twins. Matrix-chique at it's worst. Damn you, Wachowskis!"

The second girl caught his attention for a second. Dressed in a skintight orange latex minidress that clashed with her bright blue hair and left little to the imagination, this one was obviously in on the "joke" of the three laughing man-wolves and was constantly and deliberately rubbing up against Greta. Shaking his head, prepared for a fight, Colin walked towards the four Spiral Dancers.

As Colin approached the group, Shadow of the Stormcrow took note of others, seemingly innoucuous throughout the club; that couple making out by the wall who were concealing Uzis; the man fingering a Desert Eagle under the table Colin just passed; several others about the dance floor; thank Thunder he was attentive, at least.

Colin walked up to Greta and her 'suitors'. "Greta, I think it's time for you to go home."

Greta looked at him blankly, giggling giddily(drunk or drugged?, Colin thought, unsure). "Bud I don'wanna leave yet." She moved close to him, smelling his collar and holding the edges of his flannel shirt. "You smell nice; maybe you can join the party." (No alcohol on her breath; definitely drugged.)

The tall man stepped forward and put his hand on Greta's shoulder. "He's not welcome with us."

"Oh, but he's sooooooo cute!"

Sounding far off and distant, a howl rang out that was so overwhelmed by what sounded like the Lodoss Wars theme gone techno that neither the tall man nor Colin heard it. Tall man pulled Greta protectively towards him. "Greta, perhaps we should go somewhere more private; come, Lish'ta."

"Yes, Master Sha'draak." The woman in the orange minidress fell in behind Greta as the blond followed Sha'draak to the back of the dance hall, into a door leading to a private room.

Out of Time.

As Sha'draak's twin goons turned towards Colin, and RadGunPup, Standing Stone, and Lynn Beats-The-Odds came towards the source of the howling...

The club exploded into violence. As a silver switchblade appeared in the left hands of the twins, four kunai flew into the eyes of the couple at the wall, who had ceased playing at normality and were turning off the safeties on their Uzis, which quickly found their way into the hands of Shadow of the Stormcrow. Clubgoers screamed; some ran for the fire doors, while some threw themselves to the ground. Those who did neither were sprayed with bullets from a gun in each hand of Shadow; tables splintered and poles sparked as hot lead flew from every direction as RadGunPup and Ryan Beats-The-Odds caught on and pulled, respectively, a Glock 9mm and a Thompson Submachine Gun from under their coats and opened fire on the room; Standing Stone charged through the hail of gunfire, losing his jacket in the process and calling his spear, Lightning Raider, from the depths of the Umbra while he made for the door marked "Private".

Colin stared at the white-clad twins as he dodged under and twisted around the two switchblades; as he turned he saw the carnage and bullets flying between his packmates and the fomori who were rapidly transforming and revealing their sick deformities and weapons, both natural and man-made, for use against the Garou. "Screw it." With a prayer to Luna(which sounded to the humans in attendance like a tremendous howl), Colin, The Free Knight of Gaia, gave way to his war form; as he transformed into an 8 foot tall Crinos wolfman covered in the same black cherry fur that topped his head in Homid, the Armor of Erigan transformed from his street clothes into it's true form, the gleaming, stylized golden breastplate and greaves of his fae ancestor, complete with ancient silver broadsword hanging at his side. "I am Colin, The Free Knight, son of Erigan. Stand aside, Wyrmlings, or taste my blade!"

Staring at the young Fianna, regal in his armor, the insane blood brothers flanked him from either side and lunged in with their switchblades. Drawing his sword, Colin turned left and and batted away the man's switchblade as he kicked his brother in the chest behind him.

 

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I'm breaking it up in case something happens; right now it's all written in my notebook, I don't have anything typed on the computer until it goes up on this board; plus I just wanted to get something up to put a link in my sig.

And I see what you mean about the breaks; it didn't take my excess spaces as the indentation, so I went back and fixed it. Better?

 

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Both twins recovered and with eerie silence, stopped laughing as the transformed; the Ray-Bans perched precariously atop their malformed, batlike snouts, their white suits tearing apart as the trenchcoats strained at the seams to contain their large fur-covered bodies; the white of the coats stood in hideous contrast to their greenish, mangy fur.

Both came at him again from either side, and as he batted aside the switchblades and the added threat of their claws, Colin began backing towards the door marked "Private" that Standing Stone was trying to open("Damn technology!" thought Standing Stone. "Why did humans have to invent locks?"). He turned towards the larger of the two Dancers he was fighting, and heard a loud bang behind him, and stumbled in his charge. He felt the trickle of blood down his back even as he took the head off the Dancer who shot him with his backswing before he fell.

"COLIN!!!" The Scream came from Ryan, who dropped his gun and charged across the dance floor, shifting forms to become a 9 foot tall red-furred killing machine before Shadow of the Stormcrow jumped on his back and flipped him to the ground. "That's me brother, lad! What're ye playin' at?"

"My reason is obvious. Look behind you."

Ryan tilted his head back to see RGP concentrating hard, eyes closed. In a decidedly non-fluid motion, RadGunPup assumed Crinos form; he sprang to eight and a half feet tall, with dyed blue fur; a targeting sight materialized over his left eye, and a pair of chain guns unlike anything developed by man appeared at each of RGP's forearms. Howling a battle cry of "For Gaia!" RGP opened fire in the direction of the remaining twin, who was standing over Colin, prepared to rip his throat out. The poor bastard never had a chance as the high rate of fire practically disintegrated tables, chairs, poles, and any clubgoers that got in the way of the stream of bullets intended for the Wyrmfollower. It blasted him back away from Colin and put him through the DJ booth, where he lay as he changed back to Homid form.

As the whirring of guns died down, Ryan ran to Colin, heedless of the dead bodies scattered through most of the club. He was surprised to see him already getting up, a bullethole already closing on the armor he wore, blood leaking out from under the breastplate. "Are ye alright, little brother?"

Colin gave Ryan a look to match the one he got a few minutes earlier. "Don't call me that in public, please, and yes I'm fine. Tis but a scratch."

The pair probably would have argued among the bodies until the Apocalypse came, but the wolfman that came flying out of the "Private" door drew their attention. Standing Stone in Crinos form was flung onto the dance floor with such terrifying force that even Colin, the most optimistic of the pack, was sure that were he not dead before impact, then he surely was afterwards, such was the force with which he hit. Out of the door came Sha'draak, recognizable in Crinos form only by the crewcut atop his wolfen head and the remnants of a mesh shirt, blood on his muzzle, charging after Standing Stone. As the pack closed in on the Dancer, Colin's ears perked up at the sound of sobs and the word "No" repeated over and over from inside the room. Greta was still alive, at least for now.

As Shadow, RadGunPup, and Ryan all moved to defend Standing Stone or tear into Sha'draak, Colin sprang into action. Fueled by his Rage, he ran past Sha'draak, pinking his flank with the edge of his broadsword, hearing the familiar sizzle of shifter flesh scorching against the silver of his blade. He ran into the room, which was sparse and lit only by a red lightbulb in a socket in the ceiling, and found Greta curled up in a corner, stripped of most of her clothing; her boots were still on, but her fishnets were ripped, her skirt was in tatters on the far side of the room, and Colin saw a bit of red leather near her skirt that might once have been part of the corset. The other woman was stripped to the waist and tormenting the younger girl until she felt a blade at her throat. "Get out," Colin growled, "and leave her in peace. The next time we meet I won't let my chivalrous ideals get in the way of my duty to Gaia." Whimpering, the woman ran out into the main room. Colin sheathed his sword and knelt down next to Greta. "It's ok now; they're gone and you're safe." The girl began sobbing even harder, shying away from Colin when he moved to help her up. He shifted back to human form and willed his armor to take the form of a trenchcoat, which he removed and wrapped around Greta's almost nude form before he lifted her into his arms and walked back into the dance hall, where the sounds of fighting had died down.

Standing Stone was getting back to his feet as Colin, bearing Greta, walked into the main room; RadGunPup and Shadow were standing over the remains of what might have once been Sha'draak, while Ryan went around the room and began piling what he could onto the twins and starting fires to burn their bodies. "The woman escaped, Colin; sure'n it wasn't yer doing?"

"I was more concerned for Greta than for her."

"Dammit lad, ye need to be stoppin' this chivalry garbage! If a woman is of th'Wyrm, ye kill her, make no mistakes!"

Standing Stone motioned for the mirror, the only unbroken mirror left in the hall, which was floor to ceiling. "Good idea," said Shadow, patting him on the shoulder, drawing a wince. "Sorry, but good idea. Let's get back to the sept." The five Garou slipped into the Umbra through the mirror, Colin entering last, still bearing a crying Greta in his arms gently, leaving the painful scene of carnage behind them.

 

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The Soundgarden reference was great.

Aside from that its pretty good. Starting as you did with a combat is nice, especially for a Werewold chronicle. The characters are obviously not novices, and that power level seems a little excessive really, because their opponenets really stood no chance. That is the only problem I saw at all, and will probably be taken care of, as this was only the opening scene.

Though the story focuses on Colin I think spending a little more time on the others might not be a bad idea. Standing Stones combat in particular would have made the opposition seem tougher, and brought a little more drama to the scene. Also, what happened to Shar'daraak? That is combat worthy of description certainly.

So in other words, MORE!

I'm eager to see more of Colin and his chivalry, which will certainly bring him trouble, and learn what the Black Spirals want with the girl

 

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What happened to Sha'draak will be talked about in Chapter Two, "Wolves Take Care of Their Own" but suffice to say that the word "doggie bag" takes on a whole new meaning.

And don't worry, you'll get to see a lot more of Standing Stone in future chapters, or if I do an update and expansion of this chapter.

And the pack are novices and short people compared to their elders and some of their enemies; just wait, you'll begin to see how outgunned they really are by both ally and enemy.