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  • Who is Gabriel?

    A monstrous flying creature pushed through the sky.  He was more bird-like than the rest of the vampire clan in the area.  He still had attractive human features in his face, although his jaw was elongated to make room for the larger canine teeth.  His chest and arms were human but the rest barely resembled anything human.  His legs were thin and covered in hair.  Large wings hung over him as he flew over the steel structures that were home.  Gabriel used his legs and feet as a rudder to steer him through the air.

    The area around Ransom belonged to Gabriel and his merry band of vampire.

    “Most of the others are idiots,” he thought as he watched a group feasting upon the zombies below.  The zombies had become a delicacy for the vampire, even replacing the human prey at times, but at a price.  The oxygenated blood and parasites within it excite the brain inside the vampire.  It gives them a wicked high.  It makes them easy to control but dependent on this food.  Gabriel accepts this inconvenience as an easy way to reign but doesn’t dine on the zombies himself. “It would soften my mind,”  he thinks.

    Gabriel approaches the tallest building in Ransom.  He leans back and fills his large wings with air.

    “I will call us Aethon. That was the name of the eagle that tormented the god Prometheus, ” he says as he lands softly upon the roof of the building.  Marcus, a large winged man approached.  “Marcus, my lieutenant, we are the Aethon clan.”

    Marcus smiles and Gabriel walks with the overweight man toward the entrance to the building.

  • Hard boiled – Saint and Company Blog-series

    The tiger woman introduced herself as Mrs. Sayomi Menonx.

    “Excuse me, is there anywhere to sit down,” she asked.

    “I’m so sorry Mrs. Menonx,” Lou shoved a stack of law books from a chair then placed the chair behind the woman.

    “Call me Sayomi.  I killed my husband.”

    “Now how did you do this?”  Asked Lou.

    “A shovel to the face then I beat him till he stopped moving.”  Lou watched Sayomi’s face as it struggled to stay put.  Her large nose wiggled slightly and her eye shifted then returned the gaze.

    “This is not an investigation, just confess to the police?” Jed said.  He picked up the chair and moved it closer to the woman.  Sayomi ignored the comment and stared at Lou.  Her gaze caught him by surprise.

    “We will take the case, Sayomi.”

    Without a thank you Sayomi stood, brushed off her short black skirt and turned.  She began walking toward the door.  Lou followed the tall woman studying the mane of thick hair falling from the center of her striped head.  Sayomi left and Lou shut the door.  He turned on his heels.

    “Wow, she was hot,” Lou said as the Sayomi stepped from the room.

    “Did you not notice the tiger mask?”  Jed replied.

    “She is a Menonx, one of several different races around here. Very ferocious temper but also very beautiful.”

    “And you know this in what… three months being here?”

    “Jed, this world is not like the others we have visited.  There is Democracy and technology like you wouldn’t believe.  As soon as you stomp out that door there is an explosion of color on most of these creatures.”

    “So what are we doing about the Menonx that killed her husband?”

    “Well, for one, she’s lying.  For an odd reason she felt she couldn’t speak the truth about the situation.  We need to follow her.”

    “We can do that with the tablet.”

    “Let’s pull out the tablet and see what we can look into.”

    Jed disappeared into the next room.  A few minutes later he returned with a thin rectangular device.  Once activated the device shot out a ray of light and displayed the screen on the wall.

    “Alright, let’s see.  The Menonx live in a segregated community west of St. Andrew. Sayomi should be leaving the building about now.  We will have to follow her with the government monitor drones.”

  • The Marchers — part two

    part two

    kingsboro2008's avatarMonster Hunters – Hunters blog

    Erik stared out the charcoal colored windows.  He watched as the two zombies fought as shadows in front of the falling sun.  One of the zombies stuck the window hard and Erik leap into the passenger seat.  He expected to see a busted window but the zombie only managed to clear a section of the window with his face.  The other zombie held it against the glass.  Pulled back and smashed it again.  Erik watched as the zombie blinked then its face disappeared from the window.  Erik waited barely 30 seconds and then crawled forward to the driver’s seat and looked through the window.  Erik opened the door inches when the edge of the door was grabbed and pulled hard.  Erik grabbed the leather bridge that stood over the door handle and pulled the door back toward him.  A zombie growled near enough to his face to make him hesitate…

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  • Hard boiled – Saint and Company

    “See, I just poofed my candle on.”

    “That’s preety cool, Lou.  Can you make it bigger?”

    “Are you serious?  Is that all you think about it that and the woman you use it on?”

    “Dude, think what I can do.”

    “Stop that thought.  I just saw a woman pass by the door.  I think she’ll come back around.  Probably lost.”

    “I can find her for you, Lou.”

    “No, sit your sick ass on the seat and shut up.  I’ll find her.”

    Louis Saint stood from behind his desk. Books, cups and beer cans fell from his desk.  He stepped over the trash and around his desk to the door.  He opened the and stepped out into the dim, lit hallway.

    She stood twenty feet from him and cupped her hands over the dirty glass of the door next door.  A beautiful woman, far surpassing the dingy apartment slash business condo Lou and Jed worked in.  He swallowed hard before he spoke and almost swallowed the few words he was able to say.

    “Excuse me, are you looking for a…”  Lou stopped and his jaw fell loose.  The woman, so beautiful from the expensive pumps on her feet to the perfect white blouse, stared at him with greenish eyes.  The irises with the eyes extended horizontally.  Her nose was large and extended forward.  Her skin struck with orange hair and black stripes.

    “I’m looking for Saint detective agency.  Can you help me?”  She asked.  Her voice sweet behind a pair of sharp, meat-eating incisors.

    “Um, certainly.”  Lou said, stumbling a bit.

    “Hey, is she hot!”  Jed asked loudly.  Lou tried to ignore him then recalled what the room looked like.  The beautiful tiger woman began to walk toward him and Lou stuck his head back into the room.  Large piles of trash lie in the corners of his office.  His desk was partially buried in paper and beer cans.

    “Get the desk cleared off.”  Lou said between his teeth.  Jed stood up immediately and began to shove the trash upon the floor.  Lou winced and partially closed the door.  The woman stood in front of him.

    “Is there a problem?”  She said.

    “You know.. ”  Lou stalled. “My office is not very clean.”

    “It’s Ok, Mr. Saint.. I assume.  This whole building is not very clean.”

    “That is very true.. well if you would like.  You can have a seat in front of my desk.”

    “Yes, please.”

    Lou Saint stepped to the side and heard a crash.  He stepped into the room to see Jed struggling to stand after falling from his chair.

    “Excuse my partner.  He is a bit clumsy.”

    The tiger woman kept quiet.  Adjusted her skirt and stood in front of Lou’s desk.

    “So what can I do for you?”  Lou said.

    “Well, I may have killed my husband.”

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  • The Marchers.. (City of Zombies part two)

    Finally moving forward again 🙂

    kingsboro2008's avatarMonster Hunters – Hunters blog

    The zombies marched forward as the prisoners ran.  Erik could see an opening as a zombie marched forward and turned toward the group. He pointed and headed for the opening.  The zombies seemed to noticed the opening and began to close up the gap.  Erik escaped, without any issue but the hungry arms and hands of the infected slapped at Andrew and Jean.  Sean, trailing near the back pushed his way through the group but was swept from his feet.  He fell hard upon the ground.  Needles pressed hard into Sean’s back and he grunted.  An ugly, bruised face stood over him.  The eyes painted white and the nose flattened against its face.  Sean noticed the zombie’s teeth were perfectly sculpted canines just before he was pulled from under the group.  Andrew and Jean pulled Sean by the ankles into the ditch that they stood within.  Erik lay in a…

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  • Terrence, the terrible

    They called him Terrence, the terrible.  An oaf of a man that stood eight-foot tall on a bad day and ten-foot tall on a good day.  He was a giant in a world of four-foot tiny men and woman.  Terrence did not enjoy towering over the others in the village.  He didn’t enjoy much.  His height was a curse brought on my Mother Earth to punish his mother.  His mother, bless her soul, died during childbirth and this stain colored his mood for life.

    Terrence lived on the outskirts of the village.  A carved out hole in the side of Mt. Hope served as a home for Terrence.  Most nights he would sit outside the carved out hole and stare at the village.  Stare at the people that were once his family.  “Well, they were never his family”, Terrence corrected his thought.  They removed him from his home when he was only two years old.  He had barely quit nursing, from a foster mother that appeared on a regular basis every couple hours.  The nurses shared the responsibilities of raising Terrence from birth.  They often made it clear that Terrence was lucky to be alive after killing his mother.

    “It was a rough life”, Terrence thought as a fly circled his right ear.  The buzz drove him nuts as his right eye twitched and then moved to follow the little winged creature.  Terrence’s height wasn’t the only trait that mysterious cursed his body.  His head was squared and his eyes sat along the sides of his head.  His ears were large and the tops hung downward.  The fly flew within inches of Terrence’s right eye and paused in flight.  The fly examined the strange spherical sight in front of him.  The translucent globe that followed its every move.  “Friend of Foe,” thought the fly till a long wet tongue wrapped itself around the fly.  The tiny morsel, that was the fly, screamed its fly scream then passed out from fright.

    Terrence chewed on the fly for moments then swallowed it.  He then stood, turned and walked into the hole that was his home.

     

  • Sucker born every minute

    “Ok, Bruce… Let’s go over this again.”  Steve Bolton circled Bruce Rose.  Bruce sat uncomfortable within a steel chair.  Both men were within a small concrete room with one reflective window.

    “A vampire tried to suck on your neck?”

    “Yes.”

    “And you escaped?”

    “Of course.  How am I here?”

    “Well, several things could be argued.  Maybe you are only a copy of yourself and you are still there?”

    “You’re kidding me?”

    “Kid, I’ve seen crazier things.”

    “I’m older than you.”

    “No way,” Steve stared at Bruce’s dry complexion and the skin that pulled up near the corners of his mouth.

    “Ok, sure.  Your older then me.  Anyways, back to the question.  Where were you on the date of March 4th?”

    Bruce stared at the detective.  “Uhm, are you nuts?  I’m talking about an incident last night and your playing around.”

    Steve, the detective, took a step back and smiled.  His teeth were jagged and sharp.

    “Just a little off the top please.”  Said Steve to someone behind Bruce.

    A puncture to his neck surprised Bruce but when he tried to jump a pair of long, pale hands held his shoulders.

    “Stop!! Stop…”

    Steve walks around the steel table and passes Bruce and a thin, ugly beast.  The beast was draining the blood from Bruce.  Steve slaps the beast on the shoulder and says, “A sucker born every minute.”  He then laughs and leaves.

  • Erik —

    The screams were deafening as the infected began to approach the group.  Nicolas Emmet, a large, muscular man, shot toward the slowly closing gate.  He grabbed the gate and attempted to stop it.  Several BlackAdder guards grabbed the gate and attempted to pull it close.

    “Let me out!”  shouted Nicolas.  Leslie Brown,limping from the fight with the guards joined Nicolas and pulled the gate.  The gate opened wider as the guards shouted and threaten to fire into the prisoners.  Realizing that he shoot within the line of fire Erik turned and ran toward the field of abandoned cars.  The Summers family followed him joined by the Baker brothers and a tall, dark skinned man that someone referred to as the Haitian.

    Erik stopped.  He took in a deep breath and cursed at his worn out forty year old body.  The rest of the group stopped several feet ahead of him.  Gun fired erupted from the gate and everyone fell to the ground.  After several seconds it was quiet, except for the crunching of the dry grass around him.

    Erik sat up and listened as the crunching multiplied and the tall grass moved from all sides.  Fear shook him but he stayed put.  He listened as the infected approached.  He could hear two coming from the left and three headed toward him from the right.  He but his head on his knees and waited.

    “What are you doing?” 

    Erik looked up and found his wife staring down at him.  She was taken weeks after the infected escaped from County Hospital, where he worked.  She would often visit him dressed in a long white dress tied around the waist with a blue ribbon and a bow.

    “What are you doing?”  She repeated.

    “I can’t do this anymore,” Erik said.  “I can’t hide.  I can’t run.  I can’t live without you and Sara anymore.”

    “I call bullshit on that, Erik.  It’s been five years and you decide this now!  Don’t be a dick.”  

    “A dick?  Don’t be a dick?  Is that all you have to say?”  Erik looked up.  His wife was as beautiful as she was in life all those years ago.  Her dark brown hair framed the soft pale skin of her face.  Her brown eyes sparkled as she smiled.

    “Your not giving up, Erik.  I will not let you.”  

    “What are you going to do, bug me to death?”

    A torn dress shoe stepped from grass on Erik’s left.  This shoe was followed by several others and then they were upon him.  Grabbing for anything that would lead to Erik falling toward one or the other side.  The infected tore Erik’s t-shirt.  The collar strangled Erik till it finally broke away.  As much as he wanted to just sit still his hands and feet fought off the hungry, rotting faces that bent down to tear him apart.  A small boy grabbed a hold of his ankle and dug his long nails into Erik’s skin.  Erik cried out in pain and kicked hard.  The boy fell backward into the tall grass and Erik turned over.  Stood on his knees the fought to stand.  A bloody hand met the side of his face and Erik stumbled backward.  He fell hard to the ground then stood.

    “Fuck you!”  Erik shouted.  He counted five plus the young boy all hungry and grunting as they walked toward him.  “The infection disabled any sort of human emotion”, he thought.  “The Bacterial Meningtis caused confusion, fever and headaches.  It can’t be the reason for this hunger and ability to live after death.”  Erik’s analitical mind took over.  “Acute Ocular Melanoma,”  Erik noticed the thick white film over the eyes of the infected.  He also noticed that the infected reached and often confused the other infected for the living only to recoil when they got too close.  “They are blind and their sense of smell is minimal.”

     

    Erik stood up.  He looked forward toward the broken city of Ransom and ran forward into a pair of infected.  He pushed them into each other causing them to fall into each other then escaped.  Within ten feet Erik ran into the tall dark-skinned man.

    “Hi, my name is Cary.  Some people call me the Haitian but I prefer Cary.  I didn’t think you were going to make that.  Were you waiting for them to attack you?”

    “Nice to meet you Cary.  You seem to be a very smart man.  Let’s stop talking and find some place safe to stay.”

  • Intake – Revision 7

    kingsboro2008's avatarMonster Hunters – Hunters blog

    The chains and iron shackles clanged loudly as the BlackAdder guards helped a middle-aged man from a non-descript white van.  The chains were wrapped around his waist and then followed up his back to a leather strap around his neck.  Erik Lynn Moore did not resist the harsh treatment.  He had been dreading this day for five years.

    “Put him next to the others!”  Shouted an overweight man dressed in black.  Upon his shoulders was a pair of red straps that identified him as Sergeant of the Guard.

    One of the guards pulled on his chain causing him to stumble.   Erik and the two other guards walked to a line of other prisoners.  They stood in front of a long, double walled fence.  Wrapped throughout the fence was razor wire.  The guards placed Erik between an older white man and a pair of young black men.  Next to the older…

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