True Monsters (OPEN) Dec 15, 2013 5:21:08 GMT -5
Post by Cecil Arkwright on Dec 15, 2013 5:21:08 GMT -5
Subject: Cecil Arkwright
Location: New Orleans, Alleyway
It was "The Good Samaritans Hunting Hour" as criminals tend to put it. Criminals would be afraid to come out at this time. They knew, oh did they know HE was there. And HE was always watching... They never spoke his name. It was said to be cursed. Oh the urban myths they told. The stories of him materializing from thin air. These all rushed through the mind of James as his face met the concrete of the building top he was told to watch out for that very specter from. He had not see him, but he knew that he was, in all meaning of the word, Dead. A low grunt came from behind him and suddenly the icy chill of a chain came around his neck, making him gasp for air for a few moments.
Cecil locked his gloved fingers on the hair of the man and pulled it back to look up at his white mask, making the darkness he used to shroud his body fade away and leaving only the moving darkness of his mask. He almost screamed, but Cecil's chain kept him from drawing the breath. "You scream you die." He warned. The poor fool believed him, remaining silent. Cecil tilted his head slightly, releasing the chain from around the mans neck, driving his knee in to his back and bringing him down to the cold stone floor. "You... are going to tell me everything that I want to know, do you understand me?" He said in a low voice in the mans ear. He was crying. Pathetic.
The man began to beg for his life, silenced once more by the hand that struck in the side of his neck, silencing him once more. "You're boss... WHERE." He growled in his ear, flipping the man over, grabbing him by the neck and dragging him up. He held him by the throat at arms length, moving forward until the Good Samaritan's newest victim had his body up against a wall, gripping on to Cecil's forearm with a look of pure... utter fear in his eyes. He began to explain the details of the exchange of these... Sick, Sick men. The interrogation became more brutal. Cecil began breaking fingers, stand him up and snap his knees with powerful kicks. And when he got all he needed...
He dropped the man, his head turned down to look at him. "Make your redemption with any lord you may have..." He reached in to his coat, drawing his grappling hook and letting the man see as is it hit the ground and the rope coiled like a snake.
. . .
A time of 5 minutes passed when the deal was going down. Men in suits. Men in suits with guns. It was all the same. And for that dramatic effect - the rain was coming down. Cecil just stalked them for a moment, a light chuckle escaped him as he observed the situation in the alleyway below him. Two men guarding the alleyway. Two more on the other side that moved between the buildings and turned away out of sight. There were more guards near the men committing the deal, one with a suitcase in one hand, the other holding a child by the arm... That made Cecil grip his fist tightly. The ones closer to the guards - only one had a gun. Wasn't that lucky for him.
He pulled out the watch mans cell phone and crouched down on the wet roof, pulling the tight rope away from the purple face of the dead man. One number. "Princess. South end of the alleyway. Execute them for me." He stood and turned his head up to a higher building, the faintest of movements from a window and the glint of a scope in the darkness of the room. He couldn't hear the suppressed shots over the rain, but as one shot hit a trash can and drew the guards attention, making them move off, followed by two more... Cecil knew the job was done. He then took the cell phone and dropped it, stomping it on to the roof and then throwing it off the side... This... was going to be very worth it.
He removed the rope from the dead mans neck, rolled it up once more and slipped it back in to his coat, closing the clamp on it on his armored vest. He moved to the side of the building and dropped down, grabbing a window ledge to stall his fall, and then letting his feet touch the wet concrete with a light noise of impact. Tilting his hat and head down, shrouding his mask in darkness, he made his way to the entrance of the alleyway.
"Wow wow wow, Buddy. We're doing business here. Back the fuck off." The one on the left said, moving his shotgun slightly. The men conducting the deal and their guards looked up for a moment. Cecil simply stood there in silence and the men conducting the deal continued on.
"Look buddy I said leave!" He said a bit forcefully.
The other was showing visible irritation, h moved forward and brought his gun up to Cecil's face... A low chuckle escaped the Good Samaritan.
"What? Me blowing your brains out is funny, asshole? Let me just do it the--" Cecil looked up suddenly to show his face and a look of horror spread, he knocked the guards gun up, making him shoot in to the air, and then made the man in to a human shield as his friend fired - thus killing him. Cecil swiftly drew his pistol and killed the other guard, and then the last gun wielding man with shots to the head and neck. By now, the men in suits with the children were forced in to cover as his little friends got to work in moving in on Cecil with their batons and knives. Cecil cracked his neck and adjusted his coat as if he were just getting ready to go out for a stroll and waited on them. His chain was drawn in one hand and his pistol stayed in the other as the made their way at him.
The first made a swing at Cecil, a knife in hand. He ducked under the swing and wrapped his chain around his leg to bring him to the ground, stomping his neck with all his might In his other hand he brought up his pistol, firing one shot in to one man, and the other at the dumpster the bosses were using as over to KEEP them there. A shot echoed in the distance and the head of the third exploded from a sniper round. Good going, Princess.
That left the last two. He brought up his pistol, shooting the knee out of one and then to the other, shooting him twice in his protected chest before his gun clicked empty. The man however was still on his back. He took the opportunity to kick up one of the dead mans gun, aim the shotgun and spend the last round on the man with the injured knee while Princess killed the one on his back.
The scent of blood soon filled the alleyway. Red, thick liquid mixed with the rain on the ground. Slow, deep breaths came from Cecil as he brought up a hand in a wave to signal Princess off, she signaled back by two glints from a flashlight and she was gone. He took the time to reload his pistol as he walked, coming around the corner to find him faced with the barrel of another gun.
"So you're the Good Samaritan." The man said, a New Orleans accent heavy in his voice. Cecil simply growled, his eyes locked on the one who was now holding both the child and the briefcase.
"Give me the child and you can walk free..." He said in a cold tone, the darkness intensifying. He could practically smell the fear radiating off this man.
"Go to hell! I know how you and all the others operate! You're gonna kill us all! So I say go to hell with you!"
Cecils eyes followed the other man as he began to run with the child and the case, a silent curse echoed and Cecil growled, lifting his gun tot he mans stomach.
"Your empty!" He shouted, followed by a gunshot.
"I reloaded..." When the man fell down, gripping his midsection and staring at the sky, Cecil took off after the man yanking the child along, the child who looked back at Cecil in fear, actually reaching out for the more ominous of the two figures for help. And thus the chase was on, sprinting down the street... Too risky to take a shot. This.... monster... would lead him to the rest - and their leader.