Realistic or Modern Blood Moon

[The Darkling]

Freyja was watching the fight, starting to realize that maybe she should just stay out of it. It had been to long since she fought a berzerker of any kind. Suddenly back in the alley she heard gunshots, was someone out there in trouble? She quickly jumped back through the window and held her mask on tightly taking a deep breath, sword still in hand. She saw a man running then saw the maw behind him, she was going to help but he dealt with it cleanly.

 

[The J]

Coughing, James realised what was happening. He'd never stayed out at night, and for good reason - the mist. But the maw had forced him to stay outside as it chased him, and now he was paying the price. He broke down, on his knees, in a coughing fit. His back arched, and in between coughs he screamed with pain, as jagged lights flashed in his vision.


His hand... Oh god his hand... the pain... he looked at it, and it was bubbling, changing, lengthening. The huge claymore was beside it, and with a mind of its own, it grasped its hilt, forming around it, enveloping it and fusing with it, the sword becoming part of him.


The pain came again in his left eye. He could feel it bubbling, changing, and in a moment it was done. He was almost in too much pain to process it, but he could sense his vision being different in that eye, everything was dark... except his hand, which had become a bright white. What had the mist done to him?


Finally, his mind... it filled with thoughts of violence, gore, death, killing... voices screaming in his head, but it became too much, he passed out. He was luckily behind cover, so he wouldn't be seen by the passing mutants or people... unless they heard his screams, and now his heavy, fast breathing.

 

[The Darkling]

Freyja went toward the screams but noticed the mist, "Shit.." She tried to figure something out and as she looked around she noticed an old box pretty good sized as well. She grabbed and and got on her hands and knees using the box to cover herself. She got as close as she could to the guy and lifted the bottom of the box only a few inches, "Hey! You there! Are you alright? You need to get to cover...if your not already dead that is" Her voice to many people would sound electronic though that couldnt really be helped since thats just how her vocal cords were now. The mask covered most of her face and she reached out a black gloved hand to the man, gently shaking him. "I can help you but you need to wake up"

 

[The J]

James' eyes shot open, wide, and covered in thick, red veins. His pupils were a pinprick, and his irises were a crimson red. As he awoke, his entire body began to pulse with red veins, covering his whole body in a blood-red network.


He began to stand up, his back hunched over. His right hand... the claymore was gone, but he tensed it... and out slid the sword in its full length, tearing through the thin skin above his hand. He cried out in pain, clutching it with his other hand, but the pain soon passed, and he realised what had happened to his left eye. He had thermal vision. Looking at the box beside him, he saw the white outline of a girl. He slid his sword back into his arm, stiffening it, and he focused on the girl. His thoughts clouded, as if covered by the very red mist that surrounded him as he had mutated. He pointed his clenched fist at the girl's huddled form, and extended the blade once more.


"DIE!"

 

[The Darkling]

Freyjas eyes widened as she watched the males body cover in reddening veins, "Hey whats-" She looked at him and noticed he was starting right at her when he suddenly pointed a weapon at her. She gasped and held her sword out defensively. She quickly skidded back and threw the box off her once she was out on the mists touch. "Im trying to help you!" She held her sword out and put the tase on full blast, the crackling noise of it echoing through the alley as it pulsed through the sword. "I will not hesitate to attack!"

 

[The J]

"NO! JUST... JUST MAKE IT STOP! MAKE THE PAIN ALL STOP!"


James smashed the blade from side to side, striking walls, girders, but all the while, becoming more and more focused, until he stopped smashing the walls. His breathing was still heavy and fast, and his back still hunched.


Suddenly, his head snapped up, to stare at the girl. It was dark, so he had to see with his left eye. Again, she appeared as a bright mass of white against a world of darkness. His sword slid back into his arm as he turned towards the girl, striding with purpose now. His arm drew back as the blade unsheathed, arcing with immense power and speed towards the girl.

 

[The Darkling]

Freyja gripped her sword tighter, "If you calm down and come with me I can help you! Please dont let this shit get to you!" She dodged flying pieces of rubble and taking a few more steps backward. She didnt want to hurt someone who was changed by this damned mist and was going to do what she could to help. She was panting and hoped he was finally calming down when he drew his sword back into his arm, "Look..I know its scary but I have a lab i can try to help you if-.." Her eyes widened when he came at her so fast she didnt have enough to to react. She tried to get out of the way but she only managed to barely miss the sword. Unfortunately it nicked when of her air tubes and a hissing sound filled the alley. He also managed to land a good hit on her sending her down the alley in a scream. Her pipe still hissing with air as she hit the ground. Her breathing nothing more then a wheeze now.

 

[The J]

The hiss pierced James' mind, cutting through his thoughts. What was happening? His pupils dilated back to normal size, some of the crimson veins in his skin went back down. What had he done, hurting the girl?


"Oh god... Are you... h...hnn... DIE!"


He screamed as he drew his arm back to strike again, running forwards at great speed as he brought another strike upon the white light that showed where her body was in the darkness.

 

[The Darkling]

She was losing her breathe quickly and was struggling to breathe. She didnt have time to sit and fix it, "P-please..wait.." She groaned and quickly rolled out of the way hoping she manged to get a good distance from him. Her body ached and her suit was torn, blood seeping from her wounds. "C-cant..breathe.." She gripped the hose and tried to get it back to where it was.

 

[The J]

James' throat began to throb. he could feel the same sensation as he'd had in his hand and eye, an intense pain, a burning, a sense of it moving around and distorting...


In his agony, he tried to scream, but what escaped his throat was a guttural sound, that of a wild animal. A primal roar, loud as a beast twice his size. It would attract any mutant to them, it was so loud.


James knew this, somehow. He was starting to think, control his actions... then he gazed once more upon the girl, struggling to fix her oxygen supply... and he gave in to his animal desire to kill, for flesh and blood, careening once more after her in an all-out run, slashing at her neck with the claymore.

 

[The Darkling]

Freyja's eyes widened, she barely was able to mutter, "Sorry." She blocked her neck with her arm as she held out her long blade letting his claymore slice off her arm all the while she drove her sword through his shoulder tasing him with all the power she had in her weapon. She bit back her pained screams as blood splattered all over her body from her severed arm and starting to feel dizzy from the blood loss. "I-i wanted..to..to help you.."

 

[The J]

James's arm screamed at him, but he barely registered it. His mind sensed nothing but pain and anguish, and this was little compared to what was in his head right now. The sword was still in his shoulder, and it was gradually sucked in, and enveloped by bubbling, morphing flesh, until it became as much a part of him as the claymore in his hand.


Suddenly, what James had done registered in his mind. The girl wanted to help him. He had cut off her arm, for christ's sake. The pain was pushed aside in his mind to be replaced by something else... guilt, panic, a need to help...


Suddenly, his mind cleared. He no longer had the animalistic urge to kill her, but rather he needed to help her. Using her shorter sword, now in his other arm, he cut off a strip from his shirt, and said to her:


"Yur... arm... tun... tunicut...tuh..." He was trying to say tourniquet, but he hoped she understood his disjointed voice. he reached out with the scrap of cloth, and tried to tighten it as best he could around the stump attacked to her shoulder.

 

[The Darkling]

Freyjas had tears welling in her eyes as she lost grip of her sword and watched it get sucked into his body. If she survived this she was going to have to make a new one. She waited for his final blow, not having much energy to do anything to protect herself. Then she realized he was hesitating. She looked him in the eyes, she wasnt going to plea to him to spare her but she sure as hell hoped he wouldnt. She realized he was trying to tell her to tourniquet her arm but she knew she couldnt with just her one arm. When he ripped his shirt and started tying off her arm she started to shake from shock. "T-thank..you.." She was panting and her head lolled to the side as she groaned.

 

[ThatsAPaddling]

Juliet hooked her scythe around Reggie's blade and pulled it down, bringing it up again so that it slashed his cheek. She then darted past him while he was distracted.


Juliet stopped briefly at where Tristan was, tapped him on the shoulder and beckoned him to run with her. Then she started running again.


She swerved around a corner into an alleyway, where she saw a person with a gas mask of sorts lying on the floor along with a man with red eyes and a large puncture in his hand. Juliet skidded to a stop and waited, tapping her foot impatiently.


"Excuse me, honey," she said to the man, "there's a crazy old man with a shotgun and sword trying to kill me, so if you could mind ever so much scootching outta the way, that would be swell." She noticed the copious amounts of blood on the ground...


Tempting...


So tempting...


She looked up at the man, then down at the woman, then nodded to the blood, then looked up at the two of them, giving a look that said, 'that looks delicious. Do you mind?'

 

[The J]

After the relative calm for James, helping the girl, when he looked at the beserker, his mind was a maelstrom of pain, anger, and rage.


His veins pulsed stronger than ever before with tainted blood, redder than was natural. His nose bled, slightly, from the extreme pressure in the vessels within, as did his eyes to a lesser degree. It didn't matter, though. He was already seeing red.


Screaming a battle cry, and unsheathing both swords from the tops of his wrists, James moved with a speed that was unnatural for a human, it would be unnatural for a cheetah, even.


Both swords swept for the woman in an arc resembling an X, striking to cut her to pieces.

 

[The Darkling]

Freyja took this chance to attempt and drag herself out of the way of the two people, "G-great..a berserker.." She groaned and dragged herself against the wall pulling out a small knife she concealed on her pant leg pocket. She managed to stand up but was in all kinds of pain and panting already. Her home wasnt to far but at this moment it seemed like miles away.

 

[MoronicAnimatronic]

Marching along after throwing his supplies to Reginald, Tristan was on his way to finally let out his blood lust. the Nockjaws ahead hadn't noticed him yet, but he wasn't going to pounce just yet... he wanted a bit of fun first.


Hiding out behind a tree in the street, he soon heard gun shots. Was that Reginald? Did he get to Juliet? Tristan thought, thinking that the worst was reality, he murmured a quick prayer for the possible dead psychopathic girl. He watched the Nockjaws growl and scratch at each other, if they weren't man eating ferocious creatures, they would of been fascinating to watch, Tristan smiled at the thought, the apocalypse's version of birdwatching, haha.


Right, he'd waited long enough, time to strike. Well he would of of course but it was then he heard the screams. The girl! Wait...that wasn't female, it was male! Reginald? No, didn't sound like him, maybe someone new? Tristan's curiosity was peaked, his normal timid shyness, pushed aside by his berserker instincts, he was curious.


It was then he was tapped on the shoulder, normally he would of heard them coming but alas his thoughts had distracted him again. Juliet! She wasn't dead! Part of him was actually pleased, the other curious on what happened. Was Reginald dead? No time to think, Juliet was requesting him to follow and as usual, without waiting for an answer, she sped off in the direction he swore the screams where coming from.


Well, might as well follow, Tristan thought, defiantly didn't end badly last time!


And with that Tristan followed after the bloodthirsty girl, he had only known for under two hours...

 

[ThatsAPaddling]

"JESUS CHRIST!" Juliet exclaimed and ducked just as the swords swung apart. She rolled to the side and leaped for the pool of blood by the crawling girl. She dipped her finger in the blood and took off again, licking her finger as she ran. Juliet took our her miniscythe and opened the latch. The blade heated up and she swung it around towards the man's face.

 

[The J]

The girl was awakening her berserker powers. AS she ran, James could see her becoming faster and faster, as her veins pulsed as red as his own.


James, however, was already fast, so he easily caught up to her.


When she swung the scythe, he brought his left hand up, extending the katana to block the blow. Holding it with one sword, the other came bearing down on it, James intending to shear it in half.

 

[ThatsAPaddling]

Juliet saw the man trying to slice her miniscythe in two, and so pushed it away from her so that it flew off to the side. This meant, however, that A) she hadn't a weapon and B) the man did. And was using it. Shit.


Juliet manoeuvred beside and behind the man in a second, and then beside him again, on the side of the miniscythe.

 

[ghrim28]

Reginald after being scratched on the face quickly spun around and took a step back positioning his blade in a defence way until he noticed Juliet running away the first good fight he had in a long while and it was once again ruined by what seemed to be cowardice suddenly Reginald realised that his chest was in severe pain he needed air he quickly picked up Elsie and threw her over his shoulder and ran to the nearest house. Just before he reached the house his willpower broke and he took a gasp of air making him cough as he shot out the lock falling in the door he coughed a few more times and then dragged Elsie to the bedroom seeing that not only had the windows broke in the living room making it subject to mist but there seemed to be blood on the floor. Reginald successfully got Elsie on the bed and quickly checked the contents of Tristan's bag "Perfect".

 

[The Darkling]

She quietly made her way out of the alley "Damn psychopaths...that's what I get for trying to help.." She wanted to help the guy. She really had. But maybe if he didn't lose himself to his blood list they would find each other again. And buy her a damn drink for cutting her arm off! But for now she needed to get home. Her arm needed to be fixed, and the one person who could was her father. She looked around nervously, everything blurred and topsy turvy from blood loss. Her mouth was dry and her lungs burned. But soon enough her home was in sight.


(Sorry guys on phone)