05-01-2016, 10:27 AM
Dr. McNinja shivered as he trekked across the wetlands.
“Stupid mission… Stupid Dracula… Stupid swamp…”
He pulled at his labcoat, trying to wrap himself in it. The mist, while it didn’t have the same eerie effect as the one from earlier did, was still wet and cold, chilling his blood.
“This is stupid,” Doc grumbled.
***
“So you want me,” Doc scowled, “to infiltrate Drac- the Count’s castle, pretending to be one of his soldiers.”
“Well, you’d be disguised as a potential recruit,” Captain Lilian shrugged, “But yes.”
The scout team had led Dr. McNinja into one of their nearby outposts. As it turned out, Doc was getting dangerously close to the town of Silent Hill. Since Doc was now used to seeing fictional characters in-person, he was not alarmed to hear that.
What he was alarmed about was that he was being enlisted to go toe-to-toe with ol’ Drac again. And from what he had heard about the Omniverse’s Dracula, there would be no real Bruce Lee to help him get out of a sticky situation. It was just him against a bunch of vampires who may or may not share weaknesses with vampires in Doc’s world.
“But I just got here,” Doc whined, “And I have no idea how to fight the dude.”
“You’re also a Prime who just managed to slay three Redeads,” Lilian replied, “And you’re a ninja. You know stealth like we never could.”
“Yeah, but something tells me it’s not as simple as stabbing the Count in the face.”
“Well, you’re really out there to figure out what the situation is like,” Lilian explained, “We have no viable spies out there. Our troops are all more or less compromised, since a lot of their neighbors are now vampires. But a Prime, new in the area? You’re probably the most viable option we have.”
***
“So dumb.”
Dr. McNinja could see the castle now. It seemed to move forward through the fog, which swirled around it like a light ribbon floating away.
“So dumb.”
The vampiric vanguard fluttered out of nowhere. They were pale like paper, with reddish lips that looked like they took a shower with lipstick on. They were wearing black steel armor and carried various medieval weaponry. Doc was suddenly very aware of the stakes in his pocket. They snarled at him, sensing his pulse even from a distance. McNinja raised his hands.
“Take me to your leader?” he grimaced.
The vampires looked at each other warily, then turned to Doc again.
“Why?” one of them hissed.
“I… well…”
***
“And what do I say once I get there?”
“You were sent for,” one of Lilian’s soldiers announced, “by a ‘Mr. Alucard.’”
***
“Alucard, huh?” the guard hissed. “Right this way.”
The other vampires chuckled as their friend started creeping towards the castle. Doc followed suit, putting his hands on the back of his head.
“You must be Dr. McNinja,” the guard chuckled, “Mr. Alucard has been waiting for you.”
***
Lilian pulled out a scroll. “Our intel says that the Count is rallying his troops for… well, for something.”
“Something,” Doc repeated.
“We’re expecting the worst,” Lilian scowled, “But this means that you can more or less slip in among the crowd. Of course, you’re a Prime, so you wouldn’t exactly be anonymous, but I think it’ll be okay.”
***
“‘Not anonymous’,” Doc grumbled silently, “Damn vamps knew me by name.”
“Right this way, Doctor.”
McNinja scanned his surroundings. Dracula Castle was, well, pretty much the same as the one back home: a menacing Gothic structure. The black spires shot upwards until it disappeared into the fog, with some narrow windows that inexplicably glared at him with knowing eyes. Torches were placed on regular intervals around the castle, which served to light the walls; but frankly, Doc might have been less intimidated had the torches not been lit. A large wooden gate, reinforced with steel bindings and held by steel chains thicker than Doc himself, slowly lowered over what was apparently a moat filled with tons of probably human flesh. The black steel-and-brick towers stained with rust and presumably blood practically screamed, “This place is evil! Run away while you can!”
Doc and his vampire crossed the drawbridge, where Doc noticed that the nails fastening the iron bars appeared to be made of bones. Grimacing, he stepped into the threshold of Dracula’s castle. A dark hallway, barely lit, lined with skeletons wearing armor, greeted him.
Dr. McNinja exhaled in one last breath. It was possibly his last. The sheet-white vampires surrounding him smiled expectantly.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Doc mumbled.
“Sure, you are,” his tour guide cackled.
Before Doc could react, the vampire suddenly rushed him, smashing his head into the floor. Dr. McNinja pulled his sword, but his arm was seized by another guard. One of the vampires threw a bag over Doc’s head and another wrapped a chain around his arms. Doc was far from helpless, though. He jumped about five feet into the air, spinning and kicking blindly at what he hoped were vampire faces. When he landed, he rolled forward, and, still blind, managed to kick another in the face. He felt a sharp pain as a fist landed in his stomach, making Doc reel over.
“Stop.”
The voice brought chills to everyone in the hallway. Doc, on his knees, listened carefully. He heard some shuffling and raspy breaths growing distant. They were leaving.
With some effort, Doc managed to loosen the chain and threw off the bag over his head.
“Well, that’s just not fair.”
He was now in a completely different location from where he started, even though he could not have moved that far during the scuffle. But regardless, he had moved presumably to the center of the castle, because in front of him was someone familiar.
Count Dracula smiled. “Hello, Dr. McNinja.”
“Stupid mission… Stupid Dracula… Stupid swamp…”
He pulled at his labcoat, trying to wrap himself in it. The mist, while it didn’t have the same eerie effect as the one from earlier did, was still wet and cold, chilling his blood.
“This is stupid,” Doc grumbled.
***
“So you want me,” Doc scowled, “to infiltrate Drac- the Count’s castle, pretending to be one of his soldiers.”
“Well, you’d be disguised as a potential recruit,” Captain Lilian shrugged, “But yes.”
The scout team had led Dr. McNinja into one of their nearby outposts. As it turned out, Doc was getting dangerously close to the town of Silent Hill. Since Doc was now used to seeing fictional characters in-person, he was not alarmed to hear that.
What he was alarmed about was that he was being enlisted to go toe-to-toe with ol’ Drac again. And from what he had heard about the Omniverse’s Dracula, there would be no real Bruce Lee to help him get out of a sticky situation. It was just him against a bunch of vampires who may or may not share weaknesses with vampires in Doc’s world.
“But I just got here,” Doc whined, “And I have no idea how to fight the dude.”
“You’re also a Prime who just managed to slay three Redeads,” Lilian replied, “And you’re a ninja. You know stealth like we never could.”
“Yeah, but something tells me it’s not as simple as stabbing the Count in the face.”
“Well, you’re really out there to figure out what the situation is like,” Lilian explained, “We have no viable spies out there. Our troops are all more or less compromised, since a lot of their neighbors are now vampires. But a Prime, new in the area? You’re probably the most viable option we have.”
***
“So dumb.”
Dr. McNinja could see the castle now. It seemed to move forward through the fog, which swirled around it like a light ribbon floating away.
“So dumb.”
The vampiric vanguard fluttered out of nowhere. They were pale like paper, with reddish lips that looked like they took a shower with lipstick on. They were wearing black steel armor and carried various medieval weaponry. Doc was suddenly very aware of the stakes in his pocket. They snarled at him, sensing his pulse even from a distance. McNinja raised his hands.
“Take me to your leader?” he grimaced.
The vampires looked at each other warily, then turned to Doc again.
“Why?” one of them hissed.
“I… well…”
***
“And what do I say once I get there?”
“You were sent for,” one of Lilian’s soldiers announced, “by a ‘Mr. Alucard.’”
***
“Alucard, huh?” the guard hissed. “Right this way.”
The other vampires chuckled as their friend started creeping towards the castle. Doc followed suit, putting his hands on the back of his head.
“You must be Dr. McNinja,” the guard chuckled, “Mr. Alucard has been waiting for you.”
***
Lilian pulled out a scroll. “Our intel says that the Count is rallying his troops for… well, for something.”
“Something,” Doc repeated.
“We’re expecting the worst,” Lilian scowled, “But this means that you can more or less slip in among the crowd. Of course, you’re a Prime, so you wouldn’t exactly be anonymous, but I think it’ll be okay.”
***
“‘Not anonymous’,” Doc grumbled silently, “Damn vamps knew me by name.”
“Right this way, Doctor.”
McNinja scanned his surroundings. Dracula Castle was, well, pretty much the same as the one back home: a menacing Gothic structure. The black spires shot upwards until it disappeared into the fog, with some narrow windows that inexplicably glared at him with knowing eyes. Torches were placed on regular intervals around the castle, which served to light the walls; but frankly, Doc might have been less intimidated had the torches not been lit. A large wooden gate, reinforced with steel bindings and held by steel chains thicker than Doc himself, slowly lowered over what was apparently a moat filled with tons of probably human flesh. The black steel-and-brick towers stained with rust and presumably blood practically screamed, “This place is evil! Run away while you can!”
Doc and his vampire crossed the drawbridge, where Doc noticed that the nails fastening the iron bars appeared to be made of bones. Grimacing, he stepped into the threshold of Dracula’s castle. A dark hallway, barely lit, lined with skeletons wearing armor, greeted him.
Dr. McNinja exhaled in one last breath. It was possibly his last. The sheet-white vampires surrounding him smiled expectantly.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Doc mumbled.
“Sure, you are,” his tour guide cackled.
Before Doc could react, the vampire suddenly rushed him, smashing his head into the floor. Dr. McNinja pulled his sword, but his arm was seized by another guard. One of the vampires threw a bag over Doc’s head and another wrapped a chain around his arms. Doc was far from helpless, though. He jumped about five feet into the air, spinning and kicking blindly at what he hoped were vampire faces. When he landed, he rolled forward, and, still blind, managed to kick another in the face. He felt a sharp pain as a fist landed in his stomach, making Doc reel over.
“Stop.”
The voice brought chills to everyone in the hallway. Doc, on his knees, listened carefully. He heard some shuffling and raspy breaths growing distant. They were leaving.
With some effort, Doc managed to loosen the chain and threw off the bag over his head.
“Well, that’s just not fair.”
He was now in a completely different location from where he started, even though he could not have moved that far during the scuffle. But regardless, he had moved presumably to the center of the castle, because in front of him was someone familiar.
Count Dracula smiled. “Hello, Dr. McNinja.”
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