10-29-2015, 02:06 AM
Earth, Hokori Owari Hoshi: Last Days on Earth.
In the air hung a heavy scent of gun powder, that and the recently disturbed dirt hazed the area well, hiding both Dust and his enemies. The only scent that rivaled that of the gun's was his own blood. He took on heavy wounds as usual during any combat. His trainer, Agnes, has told him time and time again how stupid his actions were, especially for a calculating contractor as he was meant to be. But the problem with that, is he had been introduced early on to the concept of calculated risk. His price and power all revolved around close combat status.. And damage taken during these scraps was just something that had to happen.
That or they attach a cute girl at his hip with a tether that allowed him to retrieve her when it was time to pay up. But that was illogical, and he'd argue that it would put the life of someone in higher danger if they actually did such a thing. And while he couldn't see the Russian's giving a damn, he new the people making the decisions knew exactly what he was speaking of. Necessary risks was one thing, endangering a capable solider for the sake of one contractor was stupid.
They weren't exactly rare! Just a glance up at the millions of stars would give you a good guess on how many were available, as their numbers were directly related to the stars in the fake night sky. And as a whole, the public didn't care much for his kind.. Even though they were all equally possibly one. It wasn't like you were born with this.. It wasn't genetic. One day you are a normal human being, and the next the star calls out to you. At least.. That's how Dust imagined this process was..He wasn't really the scientific type.
He was the, pop out and punch someone type. Which is what he did, grabbing the nearest person with a uniform that didn't match his own, and pinned them to the ground. When the man yelled out, Dust's hopes for a pleasant payment was lost, he didn't look too closely at him through his goggles, and just shoved his face down. He kissed the guy deeply and forcefully, had to while the guy struggled so much. Like the gender, age, and difficulty to kiss this guy wasn't hard enough, but the man tasted like cigarette smoke and vodka.
12.. 13.. 14.. "FIFTEEN!" Volk called out in disgust as he pulled away from the vile mouth. He spit at the ground before finally activating his power.. The pupils of his eyes glowed an demonic red and then came an unpleasant cracking sound as his body remodeled itself.
The kiss had to at least be 15 seconds long.. And passionate. If he had someone more attractive to pay the price with, this could have gotten a lot more erotic, but Dust had wanted to pull away as soon as he could possibly. With the cost paid in advance, he was allowed to use his transformation now, and surprise the rest of his party while he still had the jump on them.
Some of Dust's bones dislocate, bulk up, and then pop back into place, other's just stretched out and grew, but by the time the sickening breaking sound was done, there stood a 10 foot wolf with a slight hump of his back as his thick neck had to lean down to look at the situation. His clothes were already torn from previous transformations, leaving Lycan with cuffs that stretched the fabric and strained the capability of the buttons that held it on. His chest was bare except the new fur, only the grey tie remained and the red scarf. The beige pants held onto him by threads, the belt already torn to shreds.
He wasn't easy to hide... So he worked quickly to jump into the opening where everyone else was, and roar a dragonic sounding roar as he tried to thin out the weakest ranks. Which were the three that dropped their weapons as they pissed themselves, and fled. The stronger ranks were the two he's come in contact with before, a blonde woman who's nickname was Shock, and a contractor that had a nasty habit of making werewolf jokes at Hokori's expense.
"We've located SW - 808." Shock announced into her radio as the other contractor, Drake, as he introduced himself once, got in the way of Dust and her. "He's already taken heavy damage by the looks of it, what did you want us to do?"
"The mission is to capture SW - 808 with VP - 375, if this at any point becomes impossible, use any method available to terminate Star Dust." Came from the crackling of the radio.
"Affirmative." Shock replied, before pulling out a high-tech pole. Her specialty, noted Wolf, was her work with a pole arm. Its usually been just a long staff of some sort, but this one felt and looked different. He also heard the conversation, despite being locked in power struggle already with Drake. He smirked at Dust, and he suddenly felt like he no longer had the upper hand. "Hear that, VP 375?"
"I did, Sparky. I don't know which one I'll enjoy more.. Putting a muzzle on this ugly mutt, or putting him down." He said with a sadistic grin that revealed sharp and elongated canines. "Do me a favor, Pup, and make this easy for us. Just get in the cage." At that point, he pulled away sharply, and a white circle appeared under the fully transformed contractor. It was Dust's only hint that there was something coming. He leaped up with all his might and narrowly missed the spears of ice that shoved through the earth from where the circle had been.
Dust landed a short ways back as Drake laughed sadistically. The only response they got was the wolf growling a mean warning. If he was allowed to talk in this form, it wasn't something that's came up when they all fought, and wouldn't change at that moment as he stood his ground.
It was Shock who made the next move, swinging her weapon his way. He leaped out of the way with plenty of time to claw at her on his escape, but that only seemed to invoke whatever protection service Drake was under, and he defended with claws of his own. 'Tiger Claws' made from ice, strong enough to duke it out with a werewolf. "No. Bad!" He said, as if he was training a mongrel. Then he swiped up with his other hand, the claw on that one to. It caught Dust off guard and slashed right across his chest.
With a howl, Lycan pulled back with another jump and landed on the earth a few meters away. He then hit his knee as he touched his burning chest with a loud whine.
"Did that hurt, Pup? I didn't even use Silver." Drake smirked. "Come on, boy. You have to understand fighting for much longer will just weaken you further. Let's be logical here.. Shock is just the dog-catcher here. She just wants to bring you back to a new master. No point in dying over this." Drake taunted.
For whatever reason, his country, Austria, wanted this shape shifting contractor. Probably thinks he will be a perfect watch dog for the family treasure. But that didn't matter to the likes of him. He was just doing as he was told, and if he could torment Volk in the meanwhile, this fight would be all the more sweet. While he taunted the poor dog, Shock was already moving into place. "Where's your back up, Pup? Did you eat them all?"
"Stop playing with your food, Drake." Shock interrupted, holding the tech staff on her shoulder. "You're getting on my nerves.. Now shut him down, or shut up." Her hair flew away into the wind, snow was still billowing around them, the haze of battle gone.. There were numerous bodies all over the place. Some were crying, some were cowarding, and then there was Ookami.. He was a mess. Bullet wounds, slash marks, blood staining the pieces of fabric that strained to hide him. "If you come with me, Star Dust.. I'll help you make your payment. I'm a better kisser than Sam back there."
Lycan's vision blurred.. In an out, and he couldn't tell if it was the snow, the wind, or the blood loss. His breathing was heavy, and he was almost quiet literally on his last leg..As a contractor, he saw every benefit to giving up, but as a wolf it was hard. Logically.. fighting until he was dead would leave him with no peace or pride. No one would morn for him, so he couldn't even say he was fighting for a loved one. He was incapable of love.. He was stoic and cold, and the world believed he was shit.
Drake's taunting made it hard.. While he had no pride to get in his way.. He still didn't like to admit defeat. But he was having a harder time saying no now that he was fading in and out of consciousness. His knew wound was taking what blood he had left, and the cold didn't effect him so much in this form, but he was going to revert back soon and frost bite wasn't any better of a choice..
Shock moved closer, poised to use her weapon at any given moment, but approached him without threat. She was clear to him one moment, then blurry the next, then the moment after that she was inches from his face. "My boss said only to kill you if it seemed impossible.. But you don't look like you have much fight left in you. So just fall into my arms, and come with me."
Her voice was both soothing like ice against a bruise, and bitter like hail against the body.. But she was right.. He had nearly nothing left.. If he continued in this form, he'd owe more than he took. So he finally admitted defeat, if only because it was Shock and not Drake. His eyes closed, and he fell forward into her arms, pinning the woman to the dirt as a human. Muttering something that neither could hear or figure out.
---
Her name was actually Sophia. She was human, and she cared for him the whole time it took to travel by train to Austria. She put his head in her lap, and only tagged out with the pillows when nature called for food or waste. She gently petted the wounded werewolf, letting their medic tend to his wounds.
With all the scars on his body, she wondered how man he had on his heart. She wondered who beat him brutally and probably mentally. Who's kid did she pet now, on their way back to her home country. These were all unspoken questions she'd never probably have answers to, but it kept her mind busy.
"How long are you going to cuddle him?" Drake's voice interrupted. "Princess?"
Sophia was not a princess, she wasn't even royalty. She just looked the part. And it annoyed her to no end that Drake insisted on calling her such. "Until I feel like it." She said forcefully. "I did say I would help him make his payment." She said.
"He would have suffered through system shock by now if he over stepped his payment." Drake said. Though he was not sure what happened to them when they did not make their payments. His was drinking blood, earning him the nickname 'Drakula' shortened to Drake. He enjoyed it, really.. And tells those curious enough that his favorite flavor is 'virgin'. He couldn't honestly tell the difference, but he liked to mess with people.
"Why do you care?" Sophia asked, with a cut tone.
"I don't. Do whatever you like, Sparky. Just don't get too attached. He won't love you back." Drake said, looking back out at the snow from the window. "We don't have emotions anymore." He finished his thought, then added. "Besides, he's probably going to go through intensive reprogramming before they let him anywhere near you again. If ever.. He could be reassigned for treasure keeping duty for all we know."
"Can't help it.. He's kind of cute. In a dog king of way."
---
"Rise and Shine~!" Drake said, throwing a bucket of ice water onto the peacefully sleeping dog. Who rose from his bed like a cat who's been dropped into the tub. Gasping from the shock and gripping his bare chest. "Get up, they got Sparky, its time to run."
SW - 808 noticed quickly that he was covered in bandaging, wore new pants, and was now soaked. He only had to glance around to see they were still on the train, a cushiony cabin payed by the government. He saw the snow moving, but couldn't feel the place rocking like it would normally if they were traveling, he was still in shock and confusion when he felt a hand smack him as hard as it could across the face.
"I SAID LET'S GO!" Drake screamed, tired of dealing with this dog.
Confused, he could still remember he agreed to switch sides, and had no other information to tell him if it was a bad idea or not to follow Drake's orders. Other than how he didn't like it. He was up on his feet soon, but felt the pain of a fractured bone as he put pressure on his right foot. He cried out, fell through the hall and right on top of a guard. He was dead. Ookami couldn't see anything behind the dark shades, but knew he was dead.
"On your feet." Drake spurred, pulling him up by the hair. Dust growled, but Drake ignored him. "Come on, before they catch us, too." He picked the buffer man up and onto his shoulder, taking pressure off the limb as they ran the opposite way of machine gun fire. Noises that only became very clear now to Dust. "Ambushed. We just crossed the boarder. Now I need you to not look back, no matter what you hear."
"Easy enough.. Not like we can be sentimental." Hokori replied, coldly.
"I have no information or idea what our leash holders want us to do, so I can only assume they want us to return home as quickly as possible, so head to the Austrian capital. Don't stop until you reach it, or are dead."
"Is that a direct order, sir?"
Drake laughed. "You make me seem almost human.." He replied, as they hopped along to the back of the car. They were yanking open the door when they heard voices calling out for them to stop. Drake didn't stop, and they were shot at as they ducked out the door and to the left side in order to escape the stalled train. Drake got hit and they both tumbled off and into the snow.
Dust picked himself up off the ground to be face to face with Drake's. His new companion apparently taking the bulk of the shots as he was able to see several exit wounds now. Drake was starting up at the sky, beyond Dust. "When.. You see it fall. Make a wish for me. Pup.. And maybe I'll see ya.. In the after life."
"Drake?" SW - 808 questioned..
"My star.. Hoshi-kun. Tonight's going to be my last. So when it falls.. Pray for me, and make a wish."
Wolf hadn’t been aware that anyone knew his real name anymore. He'didn’t been referred to as so many nicknames and other things, he almost had forgotten it himself. He lowered his head, hanging it next to the dying contractor. "What the hell are you saying? We're contractors, damn it. What do we have left to wish for?"
"...Freedom..." Whispered Drake, as satellite VP - 375 blinked out and started to fall to earth..
It was at this point that Dust was spared.. As he lifted his head to find the dead star he was consumed by darkness. All around him it would seem as though he had been launched into space. His last vision of his universe being the white tail of Drake's star streak past the sky..
In the air hung a heavy scent of gun powder, that and the recently disturbed dirt hazed the area well, hiding both Dust and his enemies. The only scent that rivaled that of the gun's was his own blood. He took on heavy wounds as usual during any combat. His trainer, Agnes, has told him time and time again how stupid his actions were, especially for a calculating contractor as he was meant to be. But the problem with that, is he had been introduced early on to the concept of calculated risk. His price and power all revolved around close combat status.. And damage taken during these scraps was just something that had to happen.
That or they attach a cute girl at his hip with a tether that allowed him to retrieve her when it was time to pay up. But that was illogical, and he'd argue that it would put the life of someone in higher danger if they actually did such a thing. And while he couldn't see the Russian's giving a damn, he new the people making the decisions knew exactly what he was speaking of. Necessary risks was one thing, endangering a capable solider for the sake of one contractor was stupid.
They weren't exactly rare! Just a glance up at the millions of stars would give you a good guess on how many were available, as their numbers were directly related to the stars in the fake night sky. And as a whole, the public didn't care much for his kind.. Even though they were all equally possibly one. It wasn't like you were born with this.. It wasn't genetic. One day you are a normal human being, and the next the star calls out to you. At least.. That's how Dust imagined this process was..He wasn't really the scientific type.
He was the, pop out and punch someone type. Which is what he did, grabbing the nearest person with a uniform that didn't match his own, and pinned them to the ground. When the man yelled out, Dust's hopes for a pleasant payment was lost, he didn't look too closely at him through his goggles, and just shoved his face down. He kissed the guy deeply and forcefully, had to while the guy struggled so much. Like the gender, age, and difficulty to kiss this guy wasn't hard enough, but the man tasted like cigarette smoke and vodka.
12.. 13.. 14.. "FIFTEEN!" Volk called out in disgust as he pulled away from the vile mouth. He spit at the ground before finally activating his power.. The pupils of his eyes glowed an demonic red and then came an unpleasant cracking sound as his body remodeled itself.
The kiss had to at least be 15 seconds long.. And passionate. If he had someone more attractive to pay the price with, this could have gotten a lot more erotic, but Dust had wanted to pull away as soon as he could possibly. With the cost paid in advance, he was allowed to use his transformation now, and surprise the rest of his party while he still had the jump on them.
Some of Dust's bones dislocate, bulk up, and then pop back into place, other's just stretched out and grew, but by the time the sickening breaking sound was done, there stood a 10 foot wolf with a slight hump of his back as his thick neck had to lean down to look at the situation. His clothes were already torn from previous transformations, leaving Lycan with cuffs that stretched the fabric and strained the capability of the buttons that held it on. His chest was bare except the new fur, only the grey tie remained and the red scarf. The beige pants held onto him by threads, the belt already torn to shreds.
He wasn't easy to hide... So he worked quickly to jump into the opening where everyone else was, and roar a dragonic sounding roar as he tried to thin out the weakest ranks. Which were the three that dropped their weapons as they pissed themselves, and fled. The stronger ranks were the two he's come in contact with before, a blonde woman who's nickname was Shock, and a contractor that had a nasty habit of making werewolf jokes at Hokori's expense.
"We've located SW - 808." Shock announced into her radio as the other contractor, Drake, as he introduced himself once, got in the way of Dust and her. "He's already taken heavy damage by the looks of it, what did you want us to do?"
"The mission is to capture SW - 808 with VP - 375, if this at any point becomes impossible, use any method available to terminate Star Dust." Came from the crackling of the radio.
"Affirmative." Shock replied, before pulling out a high-tech pole. Her specialty, noted Wolf, was her work with a pole arm. Its usually been just a long staff of some sort, but this one felt and looked different. He also heard the conversation, despite being locked in power struggle already with Drake. He smirked at Dust, and he suddenly felt like he no longer had the upper hand. "Hear that, VP 375?"
"I did, Sparky. I don't know which one I'll enjoy more.. Putting a muzzle on this ugly mutt, or putting him down." He said with a sadistic grin that revealed sharp and elongated canines. "Do me a favor, Pup, and make this easy for us. Just get in the cage." At that point, he pulled away sharply, and a white circle appeared under the fully transformed contractor. It was Dust's only hint that there was something coming. He leaped up with all his might and narrowly missed the spears of ice that shoved through the earth from where the circle had been.
Dust landed a short ways back as Drake laughed sadistically. The only response they got was the wolf growling a mean warning. If he was allowed to talk in this form, it wasn't something that's came up when they all fought, and wouldn't change at that moment as he stood his ground.
It was Shock who made the next move, swinging her weapon his way. He leaped out of the way with plenty of time to claw at her on his escape, but that only seemed to invoke whatever protection service Drake was under, and he defended with claws of his own. 'Tiger Claws' made from ice, strong enough to duke it out with a werewolf. "No. Bad!" He said, as if he was training a mongrel. Then he swiped up with his other hand, the claw on that one to. It caught Dust off guard and slashed right across his chest.
With a howl, Lycan pulled back with another jump and landed on the earth a few meters away. He then hit his knee as he touched his burning chest with a loud whine.
"Did that hurt, Pup? I didn't even use Silver." Drake smirked. "Come on, boy. You have to understand fighting for much longer will just weaken you further. Let's be logical here.. Shock is just the dog-catcher here. She just wants to bring you back to a new master. No point in dying over this." Drake taunted.
For whatever reason, his country, Austria, wanted this shape shifting contractor. Probably thinks he will be a perfect watch dog for the family treasure. But that didn't matter to the likes of him. He was just doing as he was told, and if he could torment Volk in the meanwhile, this fight would be all the more sweet. While he taunted the poor dog, Shock was already moving into place. "Where's your back up, Pup? Did you eat them all?"
"Stop playing with your food, Drake." Shock interrupted, holding the tech staff on her shoulder. "You're getting on my nerves.. Now shut him down, or shut up." Her hair flew away into the wind, snow was still billowing around them, the haze of battle gone.. There were numerous bodies all over the place. Some were crying, some were cowarding, and then there was Ookami.. He was a mess. Bullet wounds, slash marks, blood staining the pieces of fabric that strained to hide him. "If you come with me, Star Dust.. I'll help you make your payment. I'm a better kisser than Sam back there."
Lycan's vision blurred.. In an out, and he couldn't tell if it was the snow, the wind, or the blood loss. His breathing was heavy, and he was almost quiet literally on his last leg..As a contractor, he saw every benefit to giving up, but as a wolf it was hard. Logically.. fighting until he was dead would leave him with no peace or pride. No one would morn for him, so he couldn't even say he was fighting for a loved one. He was incapable of love.. He was stoic and cold, and the world believed he was shit.
Drake's taunting made it hard.. While he had no pride to get in his way.. He still didn't like to admit defeat. But he was having a harder time saying no now that he was fading in and out of consciousness. His knew wound was taking what blood he had left, and the cold didn't effect him so much in this form, but he was going to revert back soon and frost bite wasn't any better of a choice..
Shock moved closer, poised to use her weapon at any given moment, but approached him without threat. She was clear to him one moment, then blurry the next, then the moment after that she was inches from his face. "My boss said only to kill you if it seemed impossible.. But you don't look like you have much fight left in you. So just fall into my arms, and come with me."
Her voice was both soothing like ice against a bruise, and bitter like hail against the body.. But she was right.. He had nearly nothing left.. If he continued in this form, he'd owe more than he took. So he finally admitted defeat, if only because it was Shock and not Drake. His eyes closed, and he fell forward into her arms, pinning the woman to the dirt as a human. Muttering something that neither could hear or figure out.
---
Her name was actually Sophia. She was human, and she cared for him the whole time it took to travel by train to Austria. She put his head in her lap, and only tagged out with the pillows when nature called for food or waste. She gently petted the wounded werewolf, letting their medic tend to his wounds.
With all the scars on his body, she wondered how man he had on his heart. She wondered who beat him brutally and probably mentally. Who's kid did she pet now, on their way back to her home country. These were all unspoken questions she'd never probably have answers to, but it kept her mind busy.
"How long are you going to cuddle him?" Drake's voice interrupted. "Princess?"
Sophia was not a princess, she wasn't even royalty. She just looked the part. And it annoyed her to no end that Drake insisted on calling her such. "Until I feel like it." She said forcefully. "I did say I would help him make his payment." She said.
"He would have suffered through system shock by now if he over stepped his payment." Drake said. Though he was not sure what happened to them when they did not make their payments. His was drinking blood, earning him the nickname 'Drakula' shortened to Drake. He enjoyed it, really.. And tells those curious enough that his favorite flavor is 'virgin'. He couldn't honestly tell the difference, but he liked to mess with people.
"Why do you care?" Sophia asked, with a cut tone.
"I don't. Do whatever you like, Sparky. Just don't get too attached. He won't love you back." Drake said, looking back out at the snow from the window. "We don't have emotions anymore." He finished his thought, then added. "Besides, he's probably going to go through intensive reprogramming before they let him anywhere near you again. If ever.. He could be reassigned for treasure keeping duty for all we know."
"Can't help it.. He's kind of cute. In a dog king of way."
---
"Rise and Shine~!" Drake said, throwing a bucket of ice water onto the peacefully sleeping dog. Who rose from his bed like a cat who's been dropped into the tub. Gasping from the shock and gripping his bare chest. "Get up, they got Sparky, its time to run."
SW - 808 noticed quickly that he was covered in bandaging, wore new pants, and was now soaked. He only had to glance around to see they were still on the train, a cushiony cabin payed by the government. He saw the snow moving, but couldn't feel the place rocking like it would normally if they were traveling, he was still in shock and confusion when he felt a hand smack him as hard as it could across the face.
"I SAID LET'S GO!" Drake screamed, tired of dealing with this dog.
Confused, he could still remember he agreed to switch sides, and had no other information to tell him if it was a bad idea or not to follow Drake's orders. Other than how he didn't like it. He was up on his feet soon, but felt the pain of a fractured bone as he put pressure on his right foot. He cried out, fell through the hall and right on top of a guard. He was dead. Ookami couldn't see anything behind the dark shades, but knew he was dead.
"On your feet." Drake spurred, pulling him up by the hair. Dust growled, but Drake ignored him. "Come on, before they catch us, too." He picked the buffer man up and onto his shoulder, taking pressure off the limb as they ran the opposite way of machine gun fire. Noises that only became very clear now to Dust. "Ambushed. We just crossed the boarder. Now I need you to not look back, no matter what you hear."
"Easy enough.. Not like we can be sentimental." Hokori replied, coldly.
"I have no information or idea what our leash holders want us to do, so I can only assume they want us to return home as quickly as possible, so head to the Austrian capital. Don't stop until you reach it, or are dead."
"Is that a direct order, sir?"
Drake laughed. "You make me seem almost human.." He replied, as they hopped along to the back of the car. They were yanking open the door when they heard voices calling out for them to stop. Drake didn't stop, and they were shot at as they ducked out the door and to the left side in order to escape the stalled train. Drake got hit and they both tumbled off and into the snow.
Dust picked himself up off the ground to be face to face with Drake's. His new companion apparently taking the bulk of the shots as he was able to see several exit wounds now. Drake was starting up at the sky, beyond Dust. "When.. You see it fall. Make a wish for me. Pup.. And maybe I'll see ya.. In the after life."
"Drake?" SW - 808 questioned..
"My star.. Hoshi-kun. Tonight's going to be my last. So when it falls.. Pray for me, and make a wish."
Wolf hadn’t been aware that anyone knew his real name anymore. He'didn’t been referred to as so many nicknames and other things, he almost had forgotten it himself. He lowered his head, hanging it next to the dying contractor. "What the hell are you saying? We're contractors, damn it. What do we have left to wish for?"
"...Freedom..." Whispered Drake, as satellite VP - 375 blinked out and started to fall to earth..
It was at this point that Dust was spared.. As he lifted his head to find the dead star he was consumed by darkness. All around him it would seem as though he had been launched into space. His last vision of his universe being the white tail of Drake's star streak past the sky..
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"Centurion: I'll leave you to your work then Dust. Thanks for chatting!
Me: no problem. stay awesome!
Centurion: It's more of a passive ability"