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Post by Felix Falora on May 5, 2009 16:08:07 GMT -5
"It's been forever since I've seen you," a voice snarled. The broken boy looked behind him to see the man standing there, a violent smile on his face.
"Lawrence!" Quickly, despite his condition, he drew his gun. The wounds he suffered were not physically, but emotional scars were sometimes were then physical ones. "You... How dare you show your face here?!"
"I could say the same for you... faggot... I've been here for sometime now, killing your kind... just like I did your friends."
"You bloody asshole!" the boy snarled. "I'll kill you... I'll fucking kill you!"
Lawrence smirked and then drew his gun. BAM! The boy cried out as the gun flew from his hand and he fell on his back. He scrambled forward to get his gun, but Lawrence's feet landed on his back. A cry of pain came forth from the boy, who began thrashing around, trying to get away. "It's over now," the priest said, placing the gun to the boy's head. "Just like it'll be for all of your kind... you will all die... and Hell will enjoy your suffering."
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Post by nintendonut1 on May 5, 2009 20:42:03 GMT -5
"I don't think so."
At another loud shot, Lawrence was thrown back, a bullet lodged in his shoulder. Before the boy could wonder what had happened, a strong hand took him by the arm, lifting up him slightly to see his rescuer's face.
"Are you alright, lad?"
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Post by Felix Falora on May 5, 2009 21:30:05 GMT -5
Lawrence yelled as he was thrown back. King tried to scramble to his feet for his gun, but then he was brought up by his rescuer and turned to face his face. Eyes revealed, his glasses fallen off, he stared into those eyes of his rescuer and they widened softly, his face flushed red. He's... He's so... handsome.
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Post by nintendonut1 on May 6, 2009 0:04:26 GMT -5
Fletcher blinked at the boy's response, but quickly assessed the situation like he had taught himself to. He knew Lawrence's kind; men who acted on the so-called "will of god." Even if perhaps this lad wasn't sought out for the same reason he and other Super Children were, it was all the same to him. He couldn't stand by and watch this happen.
"On your feet, lad." Before Lawrence had a chance to recover, he swept down and grabbed the dropped gun, handing it to King swiftly, all the while keeping his own revolver trained on Lawrence. "Stay by me. I won't let him get near you again."
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Post by Felix Falora on May 6, 2009 12:11:35 GMT -5
King was placed back on his feet, handed his gun. His glasses lay discarded in the ground, but he did not care. Both had their guns trailed on Lawrence, who was laughing rather weakly now. "The Devil Spawn... I didn't expect to see or hear of your again after what you did to Dederick..."
Devil Spawn? Are they like the Sinners? King thought. The Sinners were a group of bisexuals and homosexuals who, like the Outcasts, wanted to destroy Lawrence and the Crusaders. But their method involved killing anyone that got in their way, including innocents. It was led by a boy named Michael, who tried to bargain King into allying with him, but failed. Now, like the Outcasts, save for King himself, all of the Sinners were dead and it had been revealed that Michael was a Wrath Devil bent on taking revenge for the death of his loved one.
"I remember... that a giant canon destroyed your kind... stunned you... allowed the finishing blow... I just got done speaking with some friends of mine... and they gave me... a gift!" Reaching quickly, Lawrence pulled out something King had never seen before. It looked like a weapon, alien in technology, and seemed to have some white energy flowing through it, the same energy used in the Holy Canon to be exact.
But instinct took over. A powerful surge of adrenaline, the want for revenge, and the sudden urge to protect all slammed down on him. He pulled the trigger three times without thinking. One missed. One hit Lawrence's arm before he could pull the trigger, knocking the weapon from his hand. The third pierced his skull and lodged itsself into his brain. The man fell, blood pouring to the ground where he laid, and King realized, with a sudden shock, what he had just accomplished.
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Post by nintendonut1 on May 6, 2009 12:51:08 GMT -5
"Devil Spawn? Is that what you call us now?" Fletcher scoffed. "So ignorant. You're afraid of something you don't understand and label it as the devil's work. It's so much easier that way, isn't it?"
At the word 'devil', Fletcher's thoughts breifly flashed back to last night... when they had destoryed the devil himself. Finally, he understood what God had meant. Even if the Prince of Darkness was gone, he would continue to live on... in the corrupt hearts of man.
His thoughts were inturrupted when Lawrence pulled out his weapon. Blasts of memory came rushing through Fletcher's mind... his grandfather, his comrades, on the floor, bloodied, stabbed, cold, dead... and the brutish soldiers, with that same weapon in their hands.
Fletcher froze up, the revolver shaking in his hands. Later on, he would regret leaving himself so vulnerable and open to attack... had not King finished off the spiteful man himself.
The man's abrupt death did not surprise Fletcher as much as it should have. Still left shaken from before, he slowly slipped his gun away into its holster, deliberately facing King.
"You... just saved my life," he softly spoke. "That blaster would've instantly brought me down."
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Post by Felix Falora on May 6, 2009 13:45:44 GMT -5
King did not respond immediately. He just walked over to where his glasses lay and picked them up. A frown crossed his face as he put them back on his eyes and then looked at the blaster. He backed away from it, then turned to look at Fletcher. "What do you mean?" he asked. His eyes looked downcast. He thought he would be happier after killing Lawrence, but for some reason he wasn't. Death would not bring back the dead. "It's... a weird weapon... I don't know what it is... All I know is that it seemed dangerous."
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Post by nintendonut1 on May 6, 2009 14:47:25 GMT -5
"It'd probably give you just a little shock, but for someone like me, it's far more dangerous," Fletcher explained, cautiously lifting the blaster into his hands. "I don't know where the man got the name Devil Spawn from, but the proper term for my kind is Super Children. As you can guess, we have abnormal abilities... and these lasers target those supernatural energies and inflicts terrible damage." Looking it over, he flipped the switch to disable it. "...we've had confrontations with the likes of this man before." He looked up to King. "But tell me, why was he targeting you? You don't appear to have any powers of your own."
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Post by Felix Falora on May 6, 2009 15:42:29 GMT -5
"Him? Targeting me?" King gave out a cynical laugh. "Apparantly you've never heard of Lawrence Maurice, the comparison to Adolf Hitler as far as homosexuals goes. He says he wishes to rid the world of sin, but he targets gay kids specifically and has even gathered up a cult for the sole purpose of killing every last homosexual on Earth... at least... back at my world. I understand this place is a gathering of worlds. Perhaps he started attacking you because he viewed you as a threat." He shrugged. "Bloody wanker's dead now though... doesn't matter anymore."
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Post by nintendonut1 on May 6, 2009 16:35:04 GMT -5
"Ahhhh... that was Lawrence?" Fletcher looked the dead man over. "Yes.. he was brought up in many of our conversations before the battle... Dederick recently led an attack on the apartment complex we live in... he died, but some of us feared the day we would face Lawrence himself... although now I can see that's not a problem anymore."
He glanced up at King meaningfully. "So... that would make you homosexual, then." Before King could reply, he grinned. "Don't worry, most of my companions are, too. And I just recently watched one of them become an angel," he chuckled.
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Post by Felix Falora on May 6, 2009 17:31:06 GMT -5
"Who's Dederick?" King asked. Considering Lawrence had no connection with the hunters of the Super Children, he was not their real leader. In fact, the leader would still be in hiding. At the accusation of his homosexuality, King's eyes fell. "Yes... I am... and I have been condemned for it. My friends were killed before my very eyes and I was left to die a lonely death."
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Post by nintendonut1 on May 6, 2009 20:46:25 GMT -5
"A man you don't need to worry about," Fletcher responded to his question. "He was killed in the battle... it's quite an indepth story..."
But Fletcher immediately quieted down at the lad's story. Now was not the time to be light.
"...I'm sorry," he replied truthfully, taking him by the shoulder. "I know it sounds like quite the claim but... I know how you feel." He sighed deeply. "As a lad, I too watched the massacre of my family and friends... so trust me when I say I understand how you must be feeling."
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Post by Felix Falora on May 6, 2009 21:14:55 GMT -5
"... Hehehe... Hahahahaha." His attempt to laugh was definently fake; despair could be heard in each vocal chord despite his attempt to seem amused. "I'm sorry... It's just... I find it so funny that I've met a practical twin in this interdimensional world... Both of us condemned for being different... both of us forced to watch the destruction of loved ones.. hell, both of us are bloody British... Didn't see that coming."
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Post by nintendonut1 on May 7, 2009 11:14:36 GMT -5
"Heh... indeed." Looking the boy over, Fletcher took King by the hand. "...Come. You need rest. I live in the apartment complex with my team." He paused. "...oh, but where on earth are my manners? The name's Fletcher Skylark. You?"
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Post by Felix Falora on May 7, 2009 17:35:21 GMT -5
King sighed, looking down. "I used to have a name, but I gave it up the day I swore to destroy Lawrence... The name I go by now is simply King," he said.
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