The knight and Moriah make haste towards the city gate. After much running, they began to see people rushing away from the scene of violence. People screamed for their lives, rushing as fast as they could away from the battle. The traveling army of fearful people pushed towards the way that Moriah was.
After the crowd disappeared, Modello was taking on about fifteen Iericho soldiers, most of them lifeless carcasses that laid cold upon the stone floor. Modello easily kills each soldier with his blade.
Modello punches one of the knights right in the face with the spikes on his left glove. This punch sends the knight crashing onto the ground, and his face covered in a crimson mask. Modello grabbed his leaf shape dagger from the left side of his hip and impales the chest of the knight that he just punched.
Blood flooded the stone, tainting red. The knight's blood covered face freezes and his brown eyes roll to the back on his head. His pain filled scream gives out and halts. Modello quickly ripped his dagger out of the knight and turned his attention to the next soldiers.
Modello readies both his dagger and actual blade for his next opponent. With his heavy steel battleaxe firmly ready in his hand, the guard strikes down upon Modello. As the guard was about to smash his axe down upon Modello, the mercenary flips backwards and throws his dagger at the stomach of the knight, easily and accurately hitting it's target.
The knight shuddered, holding onto his pain filled gut. He drops his axe and tries pulling out Modello's dagger. Modello hastes over to the knight. The knight does not see Modello as he is too busy trying to pull out Modello's dagger, but was unable to. And so the mercenary grabs the knight's giant axe and pulls it into the air.
At the last moment, the knight notices Modello and screams in terror. With one mighty strike of the axe at the knight's head, the blade of the axe cuts clear into the top of the knight's unprotected skull. The axe dug into his head and cracks of bones breaking snap into the air.
Blood relentlessly rushed out and rained down onto the ground. His hair was a coat of crimson, and his skin was stained in it. A foul smell of blood and the work of death collides in the air. Modello lets go of the axe's handle and the knight's body drops lifeless onto the floor.
Modello knells down next to the body and grabs onto the handle of the dagger. His right thumb pressed down on the bottom on the handle and the dagger easily rips out of the body. The dagger was covered in blood as like Modello. His cold emerald green eyes glare down upon the lifeless body.
"Rot in Hell." he mumbled, his voice not full of evil or angry despite his terrible words. He stood to his feet and looked towards the closed gates. His eyes cold and emotionless. Moriah stepped over to Modello. "Geez, you made a mess." she said, avoiding the puddles of blood.
From the top of the fort walls that surrounded the gates stood an older man with a violet purple hooded robe. His red eyes glances down upon Modello and Moriah. "Moriah Rona," he yelled. "And Modello Mercer."
"Why is it that you bunch of idiots are attacking?!" she shouted.
His pale white index finger pointed directly at Modello, like a gun to it's target. "He is the one we seek."
Moriah looked upon her comrade for a brief moment, then glares back up at the hooded man. "Why him!?"
The hooded man jumps from the top of the gates and down near the two. He drops faster than a rock, his robes flex and dance as he fell. He lands heavily on his feet once his body lands on the ground. A shock-wave of wind and energy blow across the ground. A swift thud engulfed his landing. His red glare pierced out from the darkness that surrounded his face.
His eyes gazed directly at Modello. The mercanery did not shake or shiver. His cold and emotionless eyes looked into the crimson death eyes of the man before them. His pale white hands blistered and bled incredibly. But the man did not flinch or grit. He stood tall with his back perfectly straight. Modello readied his dagger and sword for the attack.
Moriah glanced upon the man's hands for a moment. But then her eyes glanced upon the man. "Are you a vampire?" she asked, curious.
"I am the great Than Thymos - brother of the master Tamir Thymos!" he yelled proud.
Moriah smirked. "Ah, I see. So your brother dumped you to do his dirty work, huh?"
"I do this only for his lordship to return to this world."
Moriah grew a confused look on her face. "His lordship? What do you mean?" she questioned, puzzled trouble clouded her voice.
Than drew his sword. It was a six foot long double edged blade with blood red marks all over it. It was coal black and very evil looking. His eyes glared down upon Modello and he pointed his blade at him. "You, Modello Mercer, must feel his pain."
With evil and violence radiating from his eyes, he rushed towards Modello as fast as he could. Modello fearlessly hasted at him at full speed. The two swing their blades at each other at the same time. Modello did not shake as their blades collided. The sound of steel colliding against steel snaps into the air.
Modello lifted his right leg up and kicked Than in the stomach with all of his might. Than falls into a pool of blood on his back, his face is revealed by the light. The pale white flesh on his face begins to bleed and blister. His teeth grit in pain, revealing his vampire fangs. Modello stomps down upon the vampire's frail hands. Small amounts of blood squeezed out of the wounds on his hand faster than a rushing river.
The end
is only
the beginning...
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Modello pointed his blade to the vampire's throat. "You should have never come to this place." he said, his voice as quiet as a whisper.
A soft giggle mumbled from Than. "Haha, but you see, my purpose of coming today will be your downfall tomorrow." he replied.
Modello lifted his sword into the air. "Swallow that pride then," Modello slowly impaled his blade into the front of Than's throat. His blade easily cut through his flesh like a knife through butter. Blood streamed out as Than tried to scream, but it would sound like he was choking. Blood rushed out from out of his mouth and poured all over his body as he reached into his pocket.
In his hand, he sluggishly leveled a tablet up at Modello. As soon as the sound of snaps cracked into the air, Than's hand dropped to the stone floor. Like a guillotine, Modello had decapitated Than's head from the rest of his body internally, severing his spinal cord in two. Blood cried out everything, turning the floor into a lake of blood.
The tablet caught Modello's eye. It laid lifeless in the vampire's cold hands. Modello sheathed his blades and knelled down. He reached out his hand to the tablet. His hands wrapped around it and his legs shot up to his feet.
The tablet laid in his hand - until suddenly Modello dropped to his knees. His legs buckled underneath him and he collapsed to the ground. Moriah rushed over to him, concerned. "Are you okay!?" she yelled.
Modello glared up at her. "Leave me alone." he growled. Modello got up to his feet but was dizzy. He felt the world spinning all around him. In his vision, the world spun as fast as a top, but he stood in place. He heard voices, his body frozen like a statue.
Modello drops to the ground, unresponsive. Moriah knells down next to Modello as fast as she could. His eyes blank and his face plain. She glances upon his face. "Modello! Modello!" she shouted. The world around Modello became just a blur, his hear faded and his vision went from blurry to black. He last saw Moriah's terrified face.
The End of Chapter 2,
Next Chapter:
Chapter 3: The View of What's to Come
Agh, great.. he's having one of those visions of what could come. Great, I HATE those things! One time my friend Pippin had one of those, and he saw this white tree burning, so I had to remake this historical sword, get an undead army, and march through thousands of what looks like zombies gone wrong to save that tree... Tough work, there.
..So if a necromancer brought back Alyssa, would that make Modello happier? :o
And just on speculation, that vampire got OWNED! YEA, IN YO ^Y^&#@ FACE!!! ...Sorry.
~Insane Soule
Void Knight, Priest of Guthix, Wielder of the Ancient Magyks, Very Bizarre.
"How Can Mirrors Be Real If Our Eyes Aren't Real?" -Jaden Smith
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I guess you got the hint from the next chapter's title? xD While, yes he'll be in a vision. He'll get a vision that could decide his destiny, as well as the truly main antagonist. But you didn't hear that from me! >.>
Eh, maybe. Depends.
If she is like a zombie or something, probably not. If she's a revival with like a billion string attached, possibly. If it's just her, yes.
Haha! You kept the promise about drama; of course
I get the feeling the enemy king won't be happy that his brother was mauled by a peasant. Then again, Than stole his coloring book that one time and perhaps he still hasn't forgiven him for it. Thanks Modello... Maybe
Oh Insane, you think you had it hard? I had this crazy guy in a loincloth always creeping around when I was sleeping, not to mention my friend Sam's own creeping... which may have been worse. Not to mention the fact that I'm still getting cobwebs out of my hair, and we could only barely make it back to Minas Tirith before the gangrene set in... Crazy loincloth guy BIT me!
For some reason Modello and Alyssa remind me of Hohenheim and Dante from the Fullmetal Alchemist show... That sprang out at me from the first bit they were in. Maybe it's just Modello's character design
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Bart: Strings attached? I can handle that part
Moriah: Not the right kind, and NOT helping...
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