12-20-2017, 09:10 PM
By the time Victor Creed made it upstairs to the floor Higgs had last been spotted on, the scene had changed from the climactic firefight on the cameras. Now everything was eerie and still, smoke curling underneath shattered, flickering light fixtures. The stench of sweat and blood hung heavy in the air. There were dents in the cheap dividers that separated each cubicle, an orc with his head through a computer screen, another gently swinging from a ceiling fan. The blade jutted out through his chest as his corpse rotated peacefully. "Oh, he likes to play, eh?" Creed snorted to himself, carefully moving through the aftermath.
A clattering sound echoed from across the open office, followed by a loud thump. Cautiously, the blonde haired man moved towards it. Hunched over, he moved like the animal that was his namesake, a predator surveying an unknown situation. Stalking another predator...the mutual affectations of two creatures of violence mixing before their inevitable meeting.
A corpse lay across the hallway floor. Young looking. Orcish, but not entirely. His skin wasn't green enough, the brow not fully pronounced. Fangs too small. Half orc.
Creed stopped and frowned. Something wasn't quiet right...he sniffed at the air. Blood, smoke, yes...but something else. Very close. Gunpowder....cigar smoke. And cologne.
He moved his head, tucking and rolling forward as the breeze from something passing where his skull had been seconds before tousled his hair. Whirling on his heels, crouched on all fours, the man looked up at the bare chested figure of Harlan Higgs, armed with a cracked glass paperweight. The Ravnos smiled, tossing the globe between his hands. "Well now...looks like they sent me something a bit beefi-"
The wind was forced from his body as Creed pounced, tackling him bodily and smashing the vampire's side with his claws. Harlan hissed as his head cracked against the floor, eyes glowing red as he raised his fists and scrabbled with the contractor. "Stay...still and...i'll kill you quick!"
"Piss off, pretty boy." Harlan jammed his thumbs in his foe's eyesockets and squeezed, his nails jabbing Creed painfully. Forcing him off the downed prey, Harlan rolled to the side and aimed a donkey kick at the temporarily blinded man's knee. The crack of his strike hitting home brought a smile to his lips as he got to the floor.
"Too bad you didn't find me five minutes ago, friend..." The vampire's voice sounded as Creed's sight returned to show him his target melt into the shadows. "The mutt was the first decent meal I've found here....and now I'm topped up."
"Catch me if you can..." The voice sounded from all around the contractor, mocking and cold.
A clattering sound echoed from across the open office, followed by a loud thump. Cautiously, the blonde haired man moved towards it. Hunched over, he moved like the animal that was his namesake, a predator surveying an unknown situation. Stalking another predator...the mutual affectations of two creatures of violence mixing before their inevitable meeting.
A corpse lay across the hallway floor. Young looking. Orcish, but not entirely. His skin wasn't green enough, the brow not fully pronounced. Fangs too small. Half orc.
Creed stopped and frowned. Something wasn't quiet right...he sniffed at the air. Blood, smoke, yes...but something else. Very close. Gunpowder....cigar smoke. And cologne.
He moved his head, tucking and rolling forward as the breeze from something passing where his skull had been seconds before tousled his hair. Whirling on his heels, crouched on all fours, the man looked up at the bare chested figure of Harlan Higgs, armed with a cracked glass paperweight. The Ravnos smiled, tossing the globe between his hands. "Well now...looks like they sent me something a bit beefi-"
The wind was forced from his body as Creed pounced, tackling him bodily and smashing the vampire's side with his claws. Harlan hissed as his head cracked against the floor, eyes glowing red as he raised his fists and scrabbled with the contractor. "Stay...still and...i'll kill you quick!"
"Piss off, pretty boy." Harlan jammed his thumbs in his foe's eyesockets and squeezed, his nails jabbing Creed painfully. Forcing him off the downed prey, Harlan rolled to the side and aimed a donkey kick at the temporarily blinded man's knee. The crack of his strike hitting home brought a smile to his lips as he got to the floor.
"Too bad you didn't find me five minutes ago, friend..." The vampire's voice sounded as Creed's sight returned to show him his target melt into the shadows. "The mutt was the first decent meal I've found here....and now I'm topped up."
"Catch me if you can..." The voice sounded from all around the contractor, mocking and cold.
“I don’t wanna be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me.”