Calico was tracing the scars on Ronin’s chest. With a long nail. She was one of Gabriel and Beths’s as well.
CALICO – It’s like a roadmap to Hell.
RONIN – You are a sweetheart. And if I recall you gave me some of these.
CALICO – Only a few. I plan on adding more.
RONIN – So it’s a work in progress
Calico kisses him gently on the center of the chest. Followed by a gentle bite. Like a signature. She had luxiorius long brown hair this daughter of Bast. The eyes were golden like the luster of sunlight on the ocean. She was grace.
CALICO – Lake will see you soon, she needs you to crack the cypher on that document for her.
RONIN – The one from the vatican archives?
Calico turned away and gleefully hopped up the stairs two at a time.
Ronin got to his feet. He heard the stacatto rhythym of Ernesto’s cane as he went down the stairs. An echo of memory came. Emma, blood, snow, the snow had has a shining surface from frozen rain the night before. It gleamed, like a knife. She was begin dragged.
DANTE – SHE’S TURNED PUT HER DOWN RO!!!!!!!!!
Ronin shuttered at the memory as Ernesto came. The leg ravaged by an old battle. The cane beatifully hand carved.
Victim number three is on the table if you want to look. They had found the body a few days earlier near a dumpster in Bellport behind a clsed down diner. SEX written in purplish spraypain on a dark green dumpster. A starved german shephered mix on a choker also tied to it. It had been sick and dying gnawing on the corpse. The corpse was also small, youngish, south american most likely. Sold into prostitution. She was being forced fed, methanoll alchohol for evidence removal. To keep her from changing. This vamp. The Vampire peophile was most likely using the coyotes to bring illegals across the border and keeping them as slaves. Undocumented and unmissed, he self lost in uncaring and delibearely blind translation.
Having seen enough autopsies. He knew the drill but the smell assaulted his senses like a cult leaders incessent rants.
RONIN – What’s that smell.
ERNESTO – Formaldyhyde. Mehanol metabolizes in the body as formaldehyde. As you can see she has massive eye damage. If you look ather damaged liver and kidneys as well.
RONIN - Christ.
ERNESTO - Bless yourself you heathen.
I did as I was told. A well trained catholic.
RONIN - Moonshine, wood in the mash.
ERNESTO - Whomever this is has a still.
RONIN - How was it ingested.
ERNESTO - Most likely alcohol bath and force feeding.
RONIN - How long.
ERNESTO - gotta get to her, soon.
Ernesto muttered something in spanish. All i could get was that in was a Hail Mary. I may not have Spanish but I have enough italian to make sense of it. Enresto studied to be a priest in his younger days. The dogma sloughed off like old skin but the colloid faith was apparent.
The feeding was ritualized, jugular and femoral. The master vamp was concerned only about turning a few but not all.
ENRESTO – The master vampire wants them clean. The cleansing of the inside as well as the out. She was most likely blind and half mad from the poisoning. Like whatever it is tried to purge the original sin from her. She’s been dead too long for Blue to read anything from her.
RONIN – How’s Roxanne.
ERNESTO – She’s putting herself back together.
RONIN – my gear.
ERNESTO – Safe and secure.
RONIN – You called him didn’t you?
ERNESTO – Both of them.
RONIN – I got no issue with the Mic but ……..
ENRNESTO – You need a crew again. Start training and teaching again.
RONIN – Chalice has me writing….
ERNESTO – You’re out of it. Hit the sack. If I’m right and that’s a given, you’ll be storming a slave brothel by tonight We might as well use the power outage to our advantage.
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Sunday, February 6, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
man who could not be killed part 3 - Earth and Sky
Gods it was cold. Following the trail in the snow. Then I saw the blood. Dammit it was mine. I grabbed my cell and with numb fingers dialed Ernesto. I couldn’t afford to lose conscoi………….
GABRIEL/BETH - Chalice speaks to you in whispers.
So cold………
He was the definition of solidity, as if no other form of matter could define him. She was his complimentary antonym. Ethreal, intangible
RONIN – I am a fortress.
GABRIEL – Castles isolate.
Parry, dodge.
GABRIEL – And all eventually fall under siege.
As part of this I got to describe thr training. I'll do it in three words. It ain't easy.
Chalice will tell you what she can of her champions. My teacher was Gabriel Cross and his wife Beth. Gabe was strong, surly, mean and gifted. He always told me.
GABRIEL - You got the hands of a pianist, too bad you got the ears of a stone.
RONIN - Don't have the makings of an artist.
GABRIEL - Then all you'll ever be able to draw is blood.
He was a jazz musician and everything came from him in waves of geometric improvisation. Beth ,his wife, was the devout one. They split the tasks of my education. He taught me the blade and she taught me to see. Gabe had the titanium balls for a black man to marry a Jewish girl against both their families wishes in the 1930's. Beth could lay down a beating as well as any. As a team of hunters they were forthright and meticulous. But beth always the more spiritual one always called me to her"golem". I was always more mehcanical in my faith a construct of clay and rage. She knew from the first day that I loved them. But knew I would never admit it. Except in prose where I could chalk up any sentiment to scotch.
Smoke wafted through their brownstone in Harlem. SHe respecting my gift for language and bearing teeth for my lack of self discipline.
RONIN - I was beginning to think my name was big ugly white guy.
Parry - ripost - hit - dammit.
GABRIEL - I'll just call you high yellow.
Then Beth would train me.
SHe whacked me on the back of the head. I used to think that it was Hebrew for Affection.
GABRIEL – GET UP!!!!!
BETH - If you die because of your recless abandon.
RONIN - That's hurtful.
She lands a punch to the solar plexius.
BETH - Which hurts more? You sholudn't be throwing around your metaphors like that.
GABRIEL - The boy invites disaster.
BETH – You can’t rely on fortitude, there is also agility.
I continued.
RONIN - If I die.
BETH - When you die. be specific.
RONIN - WHen I die. It better not be because of carelessness.
BETH - Carelessness is cowardice of planning.
RONIN - SO when I die.
GABRIEL/CHALICE – GET UP!!!!!!
BETH - Don't bother to haunt me. Ghosts are easy to ignore.
Well some are anyway.
RONIN - I'm gutted that you said that.
She tipped her head and looked up at me with those big brown animae eyes, drawing a steel Hibbon Claw lightly across my engorged stomach.
BETH - Be glad I gutted you with words.
There was a kiai. Then I lost consciousness.
The training and basic information takes about a year. Wisdom takes longer. After one too many raps to the head he'd gently yet forcibly grab my by my once ample hair.
GABRIEL - Your head although you don't use it for a damn thing, is only good for a hatrack if you keep giving it to me.
Then I lost consciousness.
They introduced me to Emma and knew that she was the one person I couldn't bully, fight, outthink, or fuck my way passed.
GABRIEL - Some day you'll learn.
BETH - I just hope we'll be around to see it. Oh the mockery that would ensue.
RONIN - Alot of mockery?
GABRIEL - Mockery, In buckets and barrels, flooding the lowlands and filling the gullies.
RONIN - You wound me.
I said jokingly. Then I lost consciousness.
Rince and repeat.
GABRIEL/CHALICE/BETH – GET UP!!!!!!!!
I awoke to Ernesto and Calico. The safehouse. Calico was curled up ficklely at th foot of the Bed.
ERNESTO – Big Dumb ass Viking. You are a bitch to carry.
CALICO – He’s been complainy all night.
ERNESTO – And you don’t complain.
CALICO – I’ve accepted my divinity.
RONIN – I don’t mean to blaspheme then. But where is the girl? I don’t even know her name.
ERNESTO – You speak six languages and you don’t speak Spanish.
CALICO – Same reason he doesn’t read Harry Potter, false non conformity.
RONIN – Good to see you too Kitty.
ERNESTO – You lost her, It’ll be daybreak soon. We can search for her then.
GABRIEL/BETH - Chalice speaks to you in whispers.
So cold………
He was the definition of solidity, as if no other form of matter could define him. She was his complimentary antonym. Ethreal, intangible
RONIN – I am a fortress.
GABRIEL – Castles isolate.
Parry, dodge.
GABRIEL – And all eventually fall under siege.
As part of this I got to describe thr training. I'll do it in three words. It ain't easy.
Chalice will tell you what she can of her champions. My teacher was Gabriel Cross and his wife Beth. Gabe was strong, surly, mean and gifted. He always told me.
GABRIEL - You got the hands of a pianist, too bad you got the ears of a stone.
RONIN - Don't have the makings of an artist.
GABRIEL - Then all you'll ever be able to draw is blood.
He was a jazz musician and everything came from him in waves of geometric improvisation. Beth ,his wife, was the devout one. They split the tasks of my education. He taught me the blade and she taught me to see. Gabe had the titanium balls for a black man to marry a Jewish girl against both their families wishes in the 1930's. Beth could lay down a beating as well as any. As a team of hunters they were forthright and meticulous. But beth always the more spiritual one always called me to her"golem". I was always more mehcanical in my faith a construct of clay and rage. She knew from the first day that I loved them. But knew I would never admit it. Except in prose where I could chalk up any sentiment to scotch.
Smoke wafted through their brownstone in Harlem. SHe respecting my gift for language and bearing teeth for my lack of self discipline.
RONIN - I was beginning to think my name was big ugly white guy.
Parry - ripost - hit - dammit.
GABRIEL - I'll just call you high yellow.
Then Beth would train me.
SHe whacked me on the back of the head. I used to think that it was Hebrew for Affection.
GABRIEL – GET UP!!!!!
BETH - If you die because of your recless abandon.
RONIN - That's hurtful.
She lands a punch to the solar plexius.
BETH - Which hurts more? You sholudn't be throwing around your metaphors like that.
GABRIEL - The boy invites disaster.
BETH – You can’t rely on fortitude, there is also agility.
I continued.
RONIN - If I die.
BETH - When you die. be specific.
RONIN - WHen I die. It better not be because of carelessness.
BETH - Carelessness is cowardice of planning.
RONIN - SO when I die.
GABRIEL/CHALICE – GET UP!!!!!!
BETH - Don't bother to haunt me. Ghosts are easy to ignore.
Well some are anyway.
RONIN - I'm gutted that you said that.
She tipped her head and looked up at me with those big brown animae eyes, drawing a steel Hibbon Claw lightly across my engorged stomach.
BETH - Be glad I gutted you with words.
There was a kiai. Then I lost consciousness.
The training and basic information takes about a year. Wisdom takes longer. After one too many raps to the head he'd gently yet forcibly grab my by my once ample hair.
GABRIEL - Your head although you don't use it for a damn thing, is only good for a hatrack if you keep giving it to me.
Then I lost consciousness.
They introduced me to Emma and knew that she was the one person I couldn't bully, fight, outthink, or fuck my way passed.
GABRIEL - Some day you'll learn.
BETH - I just hope we'll be around to see it. Oh the mockery that would ensue.
RONIN - Alot of mockery?
GABRIEL - Mockery, In buckets and barrels, flooding the lowlands and filling the gullies.
RONIN - You wound me.
I said jokingly. Then I lost consciousness.
Rince and repeat.
GABRIEL/CHALICE/BETH – GET UP!!!!!!!!
I awoke to Ernesto and Calico. The safehouse. Calico was curled up ficklely at th foot of the Bed.
ERNESTO – Big Dumb ass Viking. You are a bitch to carry.
CALICO – He’s been complainy all night.
ERNESTO – And you don’t complain.
CALICO – I’ve accepted my divinity.
RONIN – I don’t mean to blaspheme then. But where is the girl? I don’t even know her name.
ERNESTO – You speak six languages and you don’t speak Spanish.
CALICO – Same reason he doesn’t read Harry Potter, false non conformity.
RONIN – Good to see you too Kitty.
ERNESTO – You lost her, It’ll be daybreak soon. We can search for her then.
man who could not be killed part 3 - Earth and Sky
Gods it was cold. Following the trail in the snow. Then I saw the blood. Dammit it was mine. I grabbed my cell and with numb fingers dialed Ernesto. I couldn’t afford to lose conscoi………….
GABRIEL/BETH - Chalice speaks to you in whispers.
So cold………
He was the definition of solidity, as if no other form of matter could define him. She was his complimentary antonym. Ethreal, intangible
RONIN – I am a fortress.
GABRIEL – Castles isolate.
Parry, dodge.
GABRIEL – And all eventually fall under seige.
As part of this I got to describe thr training. I'll do it in three words. It ain't easy.
Chalice will tell you what she can of her champions. My teacher was Gabriel Cross and his wife Beth. Gabe was strong, surly, mean and gited. He always told me.
GABRIEL - You got the hands of a pianist, too bad you got the ears of a stone.
RONIN - DOn't have the makings of an artist.
GABRIEL - Then all you'll ever be able to draw is blood.
He was a jazz musician and everything came fro m him in waves of geometric improvisation. Beth ,his wife, was the devout one. They split the tasks of my education. He taught me the blade and she taught me to see. Gabe had the titanium balls for a black man to marry a Jewish girl against both their families wishes in the 1930's. Beth could lay down a beating as well as any. As a team of hunters they were forthright and meticulous. But beth always the more spiritual one always called me to her"golem". I was always more mehcanical in my faith a construct of clay and rage. She knew from the first day that I loved them. But knew I would never admit it. Except in prose where I could chalk up any sentiment to scotch.
Smoke wafted through their brownstone in Harlem. SHe respecting my gift for language and bearing teeth for my lack of self discipline.
RONIN - I was beginning to think my name was big ugly white guy.
Parry - ripost - hit - dammit.
GABRIEL - I'll just call you high yellow.
Then Beth would train me.
SHe whacked me on the back of the head. I used to think that it was Hebrew for Affection.
GABRIEL – GET UP!!!!!
BETH - If you die because of your recless abandon,
RONIN - That's hurtful.
Punch to the solar plexius.
BETH - Which hurt more. You sholudn't be throwing around your metaphors like that.
GABRIEL - The boy invites disaster.
BETH – You can’t rely on fortitude, there is also agility.
I continued.
RONIN - If I die.
BETH - WHen you die. be specific.
RONIN - WHen I die. It better not be because of carelessness.
BETH - Carelessness is cawardice of planning.
RONIN - SO when I die.
GABRIEL/CHALICE – GET UP!!!!!!
BETH - don't bother to haunt me. Ghosts are easy to ignore.
Well some are anyway.
RONIN - I'm gutted that you said that.
She tipped her head and looked up at me with those big brown animae eyes, drawing a steel Hibbon Claw lightly across my engorged stomach.
BETH - Be glad I gutted you with words. There was a kiai. Then I lost consciousness.
The training and basic information takes about a year. Wisdom takes longer. After one too many raps to the head he'd gently yet forcibly grab my by my once ample hair.
GABRIEL - Your head although you don't use it for a damn thing, is only good for a hatrack if you keep giving it to me.
Then I lost consciousness.
They introduced me to Emma and knew that she was the one person I couldn't bully, fight, outthink, or fuck my way past.
GABRIEL - Some day you'll learn.
BETH - I just hope we'll be around to see it. Oh the mockery that would ensue.
RONIN - Alot of mockery?
GABRIEL - Mockery, In buckets and barrels, flooding the lowlands and filling the gullies.
RONIN - You wound me.
I said jokingly. Then I lost consciousness.
Rince and repeat.
GABRIEL/CHALICE/BETH – GET UP!!!!!!!!
I awoke to Ernesto and Calico. The safehouse. Calico was curled up ficklely at th foot of the Bed.
ERNESTO – Big Dumb ass Viking. You are a bitch to carry.
CALICO – He’s been complainy all night.
ERNESTO – And you don’t complain.
CALICO – I’ve accepted my divinity.
RONIN – I don’t mean to blaspheme then. But where is the girl? I don’t even know her name.
ERNESTO – You speak six languages and you don’t speak Spanish.
CALICO – Same reason he doesn’t read Harry Potter, false non conformity.
RONIN – Good to see you too Kitty.
ERNESTO – You lost her, It’ll be daybreak soon. We can search for her then.
GABRIEL/BETH - Chalice speaks to you in whispers.
So cold………
He was the definition of solidity, as if no other form of matter could define him. She was his complimentary antonym. Ethreal, intangible
RONIN – I am a fortress.
GABRIEL – Castles isolate.
Parry, dodge.
GABRIEL – And all eventually fall under seige.
As part of this I got to describe thr training. I'll do it in three words. It ain't easy.
Chalice will tell you what she can of her champions. My teacher was Gabriel Cross and his wife Beth. Gabe was strong, surly, mean and gited. He always told me.
GABRIEL - You got the hands of a pianist, too bad you got the ears of a stone.
RONIN - DOn't have the makings of an artist.
GABRIEL - Then all you'll ever be able to draw is blood.
He was a jazz musician and everything came fro m him in waves of geometric improvisation. Beth ,his wife, was the devout one. They split the tasks of my education. He taught me the blade and she taught me to see. Gabe had the titanium balls for a black man to marry a Jewish girl against both their families wishes in the 1930's. Beth could lay down a beating as well as any. As a team of hunters they were forthright and meticulous. But beth always the more spiritual one always called me to her"golem". I was always more mehcanical in my faith a construct of clay and rage. She knew from the first day that I loved them. But knew I would never admit it. Except in prose where I could chalk up any sentiment to scotch.
Smoke wafted through their brownstone in Harlem. SHe respecting my gift for language and bearing teeth for my lack of self discipline.
RONIN - I was beginning to think my name was big ugly white guy.
Parry - ripost - hit - dammit.
GABRIEL - I'll just call you high yellow.
Then Beth would train me.
SHe whacked me on the back of the head. I used to think that it was Hebrew for Affection.
GABRIEL – GET UP!!!!!
BETH - If you die because of your recless abandon,
RONIN - That's hurtful.
Punch to the solar plexius.
BETH - Which hurt more. You sholudn't be throwing around your metaphors like that.
GABRIEL - The boy invites disaster.
BETH – You can’t rely on fortitude, there is also agility.
I continued.
RONIN - If I die.
BETH - WHen you die. be specific.
RONIN - WHen I die. It better not be because of carelessness.
BETH - Carelessness is cawardice of planning.
RONIN - SO when I die.
GABRIEL/CHALICE – GET UP!!!!!!
BETH - don't bother to haunt me. Ghosts are easy to ignore.
Well some are anyway.
RONIN - I'm gutted that you said that.
She tipped her head and looked up at me with those big brown animae eyes, drawing a steel Hibbon Claw lightly across my engorged stomach.
BETH - Be glad I gutted you with words. There was a kiai. Then I lost consciousness.
The training and basic information takes about a year. Wisdom takes longer. After one too many raps to the head he'd gently yet forcibly grab my by my once ample hair.
GABRIEL - Your head although you don't use it for a damn thing, is only good for a hatrack if you keep giving it to me.
Then I lost consciousness.
They introduced me to Emma and knew that she was the one person I couldn't bully, fight, outthink, or fuck my way past.
GABRIEL - Some day you'll learn.
BETH - I just hope we'll be around to see it. Oh the mockery that would ensue.
RONIN - Alot of mockery?
GABRIEL - Mockery, In buckets and barrels, flooding the lowlands and filling the gullies.
RONIN - You wound me.
I said jokingly. Then I lost consciousness.
Rince and repeat.
GABRIEL/CHALICE/BETH – GET UP!!!!!!!!
I awoke to Ernesto and Calico. The safehouse. Calico was curled up ficklely at th foot of the Bed.
ERNESTO – Big Dumb ass Viking. You are a bitch to carry.
CALICO – He’s been complainy all night.
ERNESTO – And you don’t complain.
CALICO – I’ve accepted my divinity.
RONIN – I don’t mean to blaspheme then. But where is the girl? I don’t even know her name.
ERNESTO – You speak six languages and you don’t speak Spanish.
CALICO – Same reason he doesn’t read Harry Potter, false non conformity.
RONIN – Good to see you too Kitty.
ERNESTO – You lost her, It’ll be daybreak soon. We can search for her then.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
the man who could not be killed part 2 - lover's promises
Roxanne my reliable chevy blazer moaned. I petted her gently on the dash and made all the promises neglectful lover’s make.
RONIN – I promise baby, this is the last time. I’ll fix you up.
My truck new I was lying. But she loved me.
I have to get the girl to Ernesto. One of the safe houses. The snow and icy rain pelted Roxanne like a million little fists. The cars and trucks were spinning out of control. The power was going to fail soon. I shoot down route 112 towards Port Jefferson. It’s on old town, by long island standards and older than most people know. It had a hand in the Setauket spy ring during the American revolution. Ernesto is former black ops, more specifically psyche ops. He’ll mess you mind nine ways to Sunday and you’ll still say a prayer for him.
The lights finally went out as the mist rolled in off the SOund. All horrors seem to come from Conneticut. The Shade was feeding on children. This was not unheard of. But this one was feeding on youth. A vampiric pedophile that kepts his innocent playthings immortal. So they’d never grow up. Never age, never be too old for him.
Then I felt the thumps on the roof. It sent a few of it’s puppets at me. I plowed into the woods with the girl babbling in Spanish. The puppets are servitors, feral Nosferatum dead pale alabaster skinned with verticle mouths up the center of their peeled skeletal faces. Their eyes, black as a sharks, no discernable nose. Their limbs appear as a skinless corpse of muscle, flesh and exposed bone. They were robed in black and strong as Johnny Walker blue but without the smoothness.
My truck skidded as it hit the wood. The two flew off. Bounced off the trees none the worse for wear. I was lightly armed, one Barong, and my Cavalry sabre. I thought of the duel I fought in Port Jerrson son long ago, and I thought of Emma.
One was going for the girl, One for me.
The one going for the girl smashed my side window and was truying to pull her out. I was more worried about the the smarter one. It would skin me and wear my flesh. After of course feeding on me for it’s master.
It fought with a katar and scimitar. It swung the scimitar hitting Roxanne on the hood with a loudish clang. I dodged. Lunged then took to the air with a cavalry cut. It swept under with the katar and we spun giving me enough of an opening to clip it on the back of the head. The hit would have killed a human. I just managed to irritate it. It backhanded my sending me into the trees about twenty feet. It looked at me and charged. It came at my in prima. I went to quarta. It swung. I parried and splayed down. It was commiting too much to the thrust, not out of carlessness but opportunism, it was biting at my chest. I pommeled it onn both sides of it’s head, and then brought my blades across. Taking off it’s head.
The sun would get rid of the evidence. The girl was gone but now I had a trail.
RONIN – I promise baby, this is the last time. I’ll fix you up.
My truck new I was lying. But she loved me.
I have to get the girl to Ernesto. One of the safe houses. The snow and icy rain pelted Roxanne like a million little fists. The cars and trucks were spinning out of control. The power was going to fail soon. I shoot down route 112 towards Port Jefferson. It’s on old town, by long island standards and older than most people know. It had a hand in the Setauket spy ring during the American revolution. Ernesto is former black ops, more specifically psyche ops. He’ll mess you mind nine ways to Sunday and you’ll still say a prayer for him.
The lights finally went out as the mist rolled in off the SOund. All horrors seem to come from Conneticut. The Shade was feeding on children. This was not unheard of. But this one was feeding on youth. A vampiric pedophile that kepts his innocent playthings immortal. So they’d never grow up. Never age, never be too old for him.
Then I felt the thumps on the roof. It sent a few of it’s puppets at me. I plowed into the woods with the girl babbling in Spanish. The puppets are servitors, feral Nosferatum dead pale alabaster skinned with verticle mouths up the center of their peeled skeletal faces. Their eyes, black as a sharks, no discernable nose. Their limbs appear as a skinless corpse of muscle, flesh and exposed bone. They were robed in black and strong as Johnny Walker blue but without the smoothness.
My truck skidded as it hit the wood. The two flew off. Bounced off the trees none the worse for wear. I was lightly armed, one Barong, and my Cavalry sabre. I thought of the duel I fought in Port Jerrson son long ago, and I thought of Emma.
One was going for the girl, One for me.
The one going for the girl smashed my side window and was truying to pull her out. I was more worried about the the smarter one. It would skin me and wear my flesh. After of course feeding on me for it’s master.
It fought with a katar and scimitar. It swung the scimitar hitting Roxanne on the hood with a loudish clang. I dodged. Lunged then took to the air with a cavalry cut. It swept under with the katar and we spun giving me enough of an opening to clip it on the back of the head. The hit would have killed a human. I just managed to irritate it. It backhanded my sending me into the trees about twenty feet. It looked at me and charged. It came at my in prima. I went to quarta. It swung. I parried and splayed down. It was commiting too much to the thrust, not out of carlessness but opportunism, it was biting at my chest. I pommeled it onn both sides of it’s head, and then brought my blades across. Taking off it’s head.
The sun would get rid of the evidence. The girl was gone but now I had a trail.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
The man who could not be killed - hunter story part 1
She was young, half dressed and hysterical walking down the highway. It was cold and a fresh layer of Decmeber snow had fallen on the ground. I repressed the Memeory of a a winter 20 years earlier when I heeded the call for revenge. First mission was to get her out of traffic. Careless humanity honking horns speeding passed. Some men slowing down asking if she wanted a ride. Well ride something at least. I pulled over said a short prayer and thanked my truck for holding itself together. The police would come soon and I knew she was either a vic or bait. The bites were apparent and there was a nest nearby. I could hear Calice talking to me her voice, an echoing vibrato like she was talking through a fan. Indistinct at first it became clearer and clearer.
CHALICE – Save her.
RONIN – What do you think I’m doing boss.
Traffic started to screech to a halt. A few choice words were spoken by some young touch until he saw me and promptly learned the value of silence. Sinatra Blue eyes beneath a face that looked like 10 miles of bad road. My hair blonde and graying cut short to keep out of my eyes. I wasn’t undercover so I was me for the first time in a while.
I scooped her up, she weighed nothing. She was tiny. About 24, hispanic. Tan skin peering out of a red lingerie. She was babbling in Spanish. “Feo”
I forced down my inate lechery.
CHALICE – Repress that.
RONIN – Already on it boss.
My truck is named Roxanne for the heroine muse of another ugly hero. Roxie has always treated me well. I put the vic or bait in the back. She hadn’t turned.
Chalice appear differently to every hunter. Some of us have even speculated she’s a kind of shared hallucination. But you always recognize her. She gives you some assignments. She puts people in your path to train. I have an idea of who she is. But I ain’t telling just yet.
She appeared to me, Emma’s face. White face, blooded lips and dead eyes.
CHALICE – Get her someplace safe and warm.
RONIN – Yeah boss, I figured.
CHALICE – As much as you are one of my favorites. You need to start training again. The average life expectancy of a hunter is five years. You’ve been doing it twenty. You know what the other crews call you.
RONIN – The man who can’t be killed.
CHALICE – Let’s not make liars of them, Shall we my knight.
She always called me “My knight” as a harsh reminder of Emma. To me we hunters were always somewhere between Knight, Viking, Samurai, and Gladiator. Fighting to earn our spurs and freedom from the madness. We travel fight the wars and are as much her vassals as part of her stable. Sometimes it was as much about the story of the fight and the roar of the crowd who’s cheers and boos we could hear.
Some idiots believe that humanity is secretly under the thrall of alien lizards and radio waves are a form of mind control controlled by a pro Zionist conspiracy. These bastards are perfect fodder for the shades. Yes the governments know there are monsters and yes they have been in bed with some of the more civilized shades for some time. Don't trust anyone unless they're your crew of they've been vetted Chalice. Her intelligence ops keep eyes on everything. She can give you reconassaince and targets. She also is not adverse to giving orders.
Not to get her someplace safe and warm. And I need a drink.
CHALICE – Save her.
RONIN – What do you think I’m doing boss.
Traffic started to screech to a halt. A few choice words were spoken by some young touch until he saw me and promptly learned the value of silence. Sinatra Blue eyes beneath a face that looked like 10 miles of bad road. My hair blonde and graying cut short to keep out of my eyes. I wasn’t undercover so I was me for the first time in a while.
I scooped her up, she weighed nothing. She was tiny. About 24, hispanic. Tan skin peering out of a red lingerie. She was babbling in Spanish. “Feo”
I forced down my inate lechery.
CHALICE – Repress that.
RONIN – Already on it boss.
My truck is named Roxanne for the heroine muse of another ugly hero. Roxie has always treated me well. I put the vic or bait in the back. She hadn’t turned.
Chalice appear differently to every hunter. Some of us have even speculated she’s a kind of shared hallucination. But you always recognize her. She gives you some assignments. She puts people in your path to train. I have an idea of who she is. But I ain’t telling just yet.
She appeared to me, Emma’s face. White face, blooded lips and dead eyes.
CHALICE – Get her someplace safe and warm.
RONIN – Yeah boss, I figured.
CHALICE – As much as you are one of my favorites. You need to start training again. The average life expectancy of a hunter is five years. You’ve been doing it twenty. You know what the other crews call you.
RONIN – The man who can’t be killed.
CHALICE – Let’s not make liars of them, Shall we my knight.
She always called me “My knight” as a harsh reminder of Emma. To me we hunters were always somewhere between Knight, Viking, Samurai, and Gladiator. Fighting to earn our spurs and freedom from the madness. We travel fight the wars and are as much her vassals as part of her stable. Sometimes it was as much about the story of the fight and the roar of the crowd who’s cheers and boos we could hear.
Some idiots believe that humanity is secretly under the thrall of alien lizards and radio waves are a form of mind control controlled by a pro Zionist conspiracy. These bastards are perfect fodder for the shades. Yes the governments know there are monsters and yes they have been in bed with some of the more civilized shades for some time. Don't trust anyone unless they're your crew of they've been vetted Chalice. Her intelligence ops keep eyes on everything. She can give you reconassaince and targets. She also is not adverse to giving orders.
Not to get her someplace safe and warm. And I need a drink.
Friday, January 21, 2011
a little prep - Prologue 2
The thing about hunting monsters is that you have got to be scarier than they are. When the Shades tranforms and the veneer of reality melts away like a cheap candle, When you are facing some unknowable thing straigtht out of nightmares the best you can do is listen to your amygdala. Fight or flight.
Trust no one but your crew. Your team and contacts are what keep you alive. Chalice is good for that. Putting red herrings in the way of Shade and servitor alike. Do not get caught. Torture is an ineffective means of getting information but it is an even worse way to die. If you get caught, this isn't the movies where your crew can launch a rescue operation and get you home safe and sound before the commercial break. If you get caught and it's a choice between you and your crew. Have you crew put a bullet in your head. No one withstands torture and you will give up everything to save yourself.
You have to know what your facing and always be prepared. Always have a gun. They never work against the big bads themselves or their servents but they tend to put down those annoying humans. Mr. Colt made everyone equal. For the Shades your best bet is steel and wood. You have to know how to fight with weapon and fist. And even more annoying some of the shades don't disintergrate in sunlight. So you have the added problem of corpse removal and evidence tampering. You do not get caught. It's always good to have a legend prepared to through the human autorities off the scent. I'll get more into that later.
The madness of the job creeps in. The horror bleeds into your psyche. It’s unavoidable. We all cope in different ways.
Understnading is key. I carry a few hunting kits in my truck for just such occasions. Do not make too much of a show of yourself. Do not stnd out, until you have to. When stalking the shades it's best you make yourself the target.
I will elaborate more on preparations and the cultivation of assets later. You will learn to use money, ideology, cpmpromise and ego to extortion to turn the human against their best interest. Know your prey. Find the chinks in the armor and peel away the well designed masks. Everyone has secrets.
We are just flesh. Chalice knows this. But we made the descision to fight and they can keep you going with intel and safe houses. If there is even a suspision of being turned, crew or not. I'll kill you myself.
As you put together you gear remember. This isn't about justice, it's about revenge.
Trust no one but your crew. Your team and contacts are what keep you alive. Chalice is good for that. Putting red herrings in the way of Shade and servitor alike. Do not get caught. Torture is an ineffective means of getting information but it is an even worse way to die. If you get caught, this isn't the movies where your crew can launch a rescue operation and get you home safe and sound before the commercial break. If you get caught and it's a choice between you and your crew. Have you crew put a bullet in your head. No one withstands torture and you will give up everything to save yourself.
You have to know what your facing and always be prepared. Always have a gun. They never work against the big bads themselves or their servents but they tend to put down those annoying humans. Mr. Colt made everyone equal. For the Shades your best bet is steel and wood. You have to know how to fight with weapon and fist. And even more annoying some of the shades don't disintergrate in sunlight. So you have the added problem of corpse removal and evidence tampering. You do not get caught. It's always good to have a legend prepared to through the human autorities off the scent. I'll get more into that later.
The madness of the job creeps in. The horror bleeds into your psyche. It’s unavoidable. We all cope in different ways.
Understnading is key. I carry a few hunting kits in my truck for just such occasions. Do not make too much of a show of yourself. Do not stnd out, until you have to. When stalking the shades it's best you make yourself the target.
I will elaborate more on preparations and the cultivation of assets later. You will learn to use money, ideology, cpmpromise and ego to extortion to turn the human against their best interest. Know your prey. Find the chinks in the armor and peel away the well designed masks. Everyone has secrets.
We are just flesh. Chalice knows this. But we made the descision to fight and they can keep you going with intel and safe houses. If there is even a suspision of being turned, crew or not. I'll kill you myself.
As you put together you gear remember. This isn't about justice, it's about revenge.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Rules of the game
Rules of the Game - The Rule of 3
I hate those idiots who think that vampires are romantic and tragic creatures. They dress in black and complaint about life as if Nihilism was an original concept. It's too damn easy to bitch and complain. But that nonsense stops when you are balls deep in blood. Vampires ,which we in the profession call shades, exist in some many different forms. There are as many types of Shade as there methods of predation. They've been with us from time immemorial and will outlast us until the sun goes nova. I give you this warning. If you take up the fight realize you will die violently, emotionally scarred, insane and invariably alone. When Chalice asked me to write a guide about "Monster Slaying" I relunctantly took up the challenge. I'm Ronin a masterless hunter. I broke my ties with order years ago. Sacrificing a support network for autonomy.
Rule 1 - All Shades must feed on something, it could be blood, flesh, strength, beauty, intelligence, youth, heartache, fear or a myriad of other things. Each is unique and what kills one won't necessarily kill another.
Rule 2 - Hit it with cold steel or wood till it stops moving, remove the head and heart, then burn it. In my experience this will kill 80% of the Shades out there. The method also kills humans 100% or the time, just incase you are wondering. Other weaknesses specific to them may become apparent. Do your research.
Rule 3 - Stay alive.
The following tales are from my journals.
Stay alive and Keep Hitting.
I hate those idiots who think that vampires are romantic and tragic creatures. They dress in black and complaint about life as if Nihilism was an original concept. It's too damn easy to bitch and complain. But that nonsense stops when you are balls deep in blood. Vampires ,which we in the profession call shades, exist in some many different forms. There are as many types of Shade as there methods of predation. They've been with us from time immemorial and will outlast us until the sun goes nova. I give you this warning. If you take up the fight realize you will die violently, emotionally scarred, insane and invariably alone. When Chalice asked me to write a guide about "Monster Slaying" I relunctantly took up the challenge. I'm Ronin a masterless hunter. I broke my ties with order years ago. Sacrificing a support network for autonomy.
Rule 1 - All Shades must feed on something, it could be blood, flesh, strength, beauty, intelligence, youth, heartache, fear or a myriad of other things. Each is unique and what kills one won't necessarily kill another.
Rule 2 - Hit it with cold steel or wood till it stops moving, remove the head and heart, then burn it. In my experience this will kill 80% of the Shades out there. The method also kills humans 100% or the time, just incase you are wondering. Other weaknesses specific to them may become apparent. Do your research.
Rule 3 - Stay alive.
The following tales are from my journals.
Stay alive and Keep Hitting.
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