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Requiem Of An Unlucky Hunter: Gimme Back My Sword!
Topic Started: Nov 8 2008, 01:22 PM (812 Views)
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Normally the day would start at the break of evening for this male, indeed he was one who favored the the glamor and appeal of the night light had for him. Especially the the red light distract of this town, sure it was wildly famed for its cheap woman at every corner, its every brothel that littered each building across it. Expressing humans and most purest form of indecency ten fold, of course the radiance of these woman ensnared his attention time to time he still managed to shrug his shoulders expressing no morbid interest in that sort of thing. Even more so if he was expected to pay a sum of money, no the only thing this young male would spend his money on was an endless supply of alcoholic drinks available through the various bars around this particular part of town.

He could spend two days straight shots endlessly only to wake up faced down next to a garbage can or some sort of object perfect for vomiting in. The irresponsibility of this man did seem like it bordered toward the edge of stupidity. Not only that, but that foolish grin on his face is what would give others the impression that he is in fact just another one of mundane teenagers who acted on impulse. Well everyone knew what happens when you assume too much, this man had much more to him then his fool demeanor. He was the renowned demon hunter known as Drake Raidenovitch, a youth born from from the union and a pure blooded vampire.

Then thrown into tragedy at an early age as he witnessed his mother slaughtered right before his young tender eyes. Nothing was left for him, other then a pendent and a sword which was supposedly a keep sake from his departed father. From that day forward the half human hybrid set off into the world, attempting to find and murder the vampire who killed his mother.. At least that's how it started, from then one he fought vampire and demon one by one. Each more powerful then the last, even fighting behemoth monsters that had terraforming powers that could bend the will of this entire planet. Hes been stabbed, wounded, eaten a few times, though to survive is to endure and conquer.

Which is what he has done countless times, again and again slaying some of the most powerful vampires to ever grace the face of the earth. He became a living legend, and even started lending his abilities to fighting these creatures for hire to anyone who was willing to pay him money. All in all, that was nothing but a distraction to his true objective. He was clad in a thick black leather over coat, his long strands of violet hair danced gracefully with each step he walked. His eyes trailed all along the red light district in search of a bar. A five foot by two foot sword was strapped onto his back, and this sword was going to be the key to his distress in this cold listless night..
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Lurking quietly in the shadows of a nearby alley, a questionable figure watched and waited. Hidden beneath a dark-colored hood, a round, yet sheeringly sharp face looked out, cast over by shades of gray and red. The bright blue eyes of the face were empty, the person's brows pulled together. The mouth was turned in a slight frown, the entire head leaning slightly off to the left. Wisps of dusty brown hair passed the hem of the hood, sticking out in a haphazard fashion. The figure didn't seem to care, for their gaze never faltered. Their eyes were affixed to the person passing, the person who sported a giant hunk of metal as long as the figure was tall. You could assume by the size, the figure was a child simple covered over in loose baggy clothing. Clothing designed to make the child look to be more than what they were.

A gender could not be easily determined by face alone. Though the eyes implied female, the shape and form of the cheeks and nose shouted male. The slightly pointed ears gave away the race, while the mouth was indistinct, being small with thin nearly blue lips. The color, however, was not natural. Beneath their cloak, the child shivered and retreated a step backwards. A plan was already forming in the child's head, a plot to steal the great sword. Though the child found the place they were questionable, it was the easiest place to find a source of just about anything. Food was plentiful, as many had to keep their stamina up. Coin of various types was also a common commodity. How else would the patrons pay their lovely harlets?

Shivering again from the less than manageable thought, the child brought their attention back to the man, and his sword. The adolescent breathed, the air mixing and forming a fog that was lifted from view by a rather violent wind. It seemed to right through every layer the child wore and sent a new wave of shivers back through the child's body. Securing this sword could mean a day or two off the street, and a day or two off the street was very welcoming. There was a sudden clang of metal on rock behind the child, but the noise failed to steal away the adolescent's locked gaze. Slithering quietly now, a silvery gray Sinhi Krait nearly five feet long inched towards the child, curling and waiting by the small elf.

"Naja." The child's voice was raspy, as though someone was crushing the elf's throat. A small, pale hand found its way to the snake's head, and caressed it gently. The snake seemed to move back in response, hissing and tasting the air simultaneously. Naja caught the scent of the passer, and turned in the direction of the man with the sword. Without a word of order, the snake slithered out towards him. Before the man could even think to look towards the ground, the snake struck, biting into his calf. The child took this moment to bolt out from the alley, brandishing a small blade. Unimaginably quick, the elf was behind him already and had cut the strap that held the sword to the man's back. The weapon fell back onto the child's small frame, and the adolescent gripped the edges tightly, hoisting it up to the shoulder. It was heavy, but not enough to slow the elf down enough to be caught. Running as quickly as before, the child headed for another small alley, while the snake pumped her trademark toxin into the man's leg.

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Drake really was someone who was secure minded, because hes laid over lords to there feet, dominated beasts that where the size of entire mountains that consumed cities and razed the earth.. He was very secure minded as he walked along here, carefree assuming nothing could even come close to touching him. Of course no one could deny his might, no one enjoyed the company of someone who's head was more gargantuan then there body. Drake looked around, his wandering eyes traveling between all the people around them. Looking at the bar signs, attempting to find the cheapest place for a drink. His intent was to drink, become drunk beyond salvation, and maybe lay with a woman or too if he could sweet talk them. Though that was a rarity, especially two at the same time. Obviously woman had a hard time sharing, though he could never under stand that fault in woman..

Either way that wasn't his aim today, just an added bonus if it was to ever occur. He sighed, looking at the moon above him as his scarlet orbs stared deeply without ever looking away. Focused entirely on his self satisfaction instead of his perimeter like a true warrior. While his above human senses were keen indeed, he simply allowed every bit of his guard down.. The city was declared the safest beyond any other human bastion within this world, and everyone knew this man and his exploits.. He was dangerous, the humans were reluctant to having a non human defender..

Though to kill a snake, you don't send in a mouse, you send in another snake to slither with the other.. Till it eventually bites the others head off, that was how the world operated, and for it demons, elves, vampires, and everything in between feared and loathed him for it.. He was already chastised for being a half breed, killing them just gave them more incentive to hate him. Though in all honesty he didn't care, he didn't have any clear idea as to why he was even thinking about that.. Grinning as he stood here in the midst of this safe city, he was in clear natural bliss ready to consume gallons of alcohol into his body.

Drake was so caught up in his pleasures that he hadn't even noticed the clouding mist covering his line of sight, literally his heads were at the night clouds. Whatever had been passing through his mind, he was going to dread it later, and you'll see the reason for it just now.. "Argh!!! Son of a bitch!!.."
Sharp piercing fangs penetrated his soft flesh, slicing through his tendons and tearing through the flesh as it injected its hot steamy venomous payload with such a ferocity. He yelped loudly, feeling his body becoming invaded forcefully by these refined pointed rods that thrust into him unwillingly, pouring sweet juices of death making it course through his veins.

While all of this has a very strong provocative over tone, it was a snake that bit through the back of his leg and injecting poison into his body. Either way, this was a fast acting agent that quickly acted upon his nervous system, throwing his mind in a haze that nearly would have had him fall over.. A bite from this serpent creature must have been an instant kiss of death for humans, or even demons of a lower quality.. Not to mention these long fangs tore through the muscles within his back leg, it seemed the poison did something to his rapid healing factor.. He was feeling pain more then usual, though as he turned his eyes looked for him.. The vile figure that submerged from the shadows, slicing the sword right from his back..

Drake found it hard, but in this haze he managed to catch a glimpse of this young boy as he vanished into the shadows.. Ignoring the snake, he gasped turning his heels limping into his general direction as his hands shifted into his pockets.. His gloved hands wrapped around the handle of a gun, a .50 modified desert eagle.. Pointing it into his direction, his hands shaking repeatedly and his hand eye coordination greatly reduced not to mention his speed as well. He leaped running as hard as he could into the ally, gunfire riddling the through the air as he fired into the way he ran.. This was followed by screams of the people, though he didn't care.. That sword was too important to lose, shooting at him only barely able to keep sight of him the game of cat and mouse was going to commence..

"Fucking brat!@ Argh.. Ow!."
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Now assumed to be a boy, the elf ran, hearing a sharp yell as the man dealt with the pain Naja had blessed him with. It was funny though. The more he moved, the faster the venom would spread, and the faster it spread, the less time he would have in this world to attempt to steal his sword back, which which he'd simply kill others. Irony at its peak. Behind him, Naja has slithered off, leaving the elf alone for a short while before they met up again. He knew it wouldn't be long- it never was. That snake was too damn protective to let him out of her site for that long. Especially when an idiot with a gun was shooting behind him.

The sword was bulky, and already it was taking its toll on the boy's small body. He was slowing down, his stride shortening to accompany the rougher terrain. The alley had widened, but had become a cesspool of trash and debris. Sharp bits of wood and metal were everywhere and threatened an easy death from one slip up. That in mind, it took even more control to keep steady when the bullets started to blast. One ricocheted off a metal sheet and back to he sword. The elf winced, but the bullet hadn't touched him. Even if it had though, the shock and expectation of the shot was worse than any initial pain. Always.

Another bullet rang out from his left side, making him hesitate and botch a jump form one pile to another. The boy landed on one knee, a loose, rusty nail digging through his pants and into his shin. He winced, took a breath and was up again, leaving the pin prick of blood behind. Now, the elf's mind was getting into survival mode. He'd gotten the sword, stolen it without hassle. Now, he needed to get away with it, and without serious injury. He needed a hideaway, a place to stay hidden for a short while until the idiot got the hint that he wouldn't be able to catch him. The venom should have paralyzed him at least partially, but when he dared to glance behind, the man didn't seem to have let up at all. This wasn't a good sign.

Slithering along a building, Naja was going around. For such a large snake, she had decent speed. Several humans spotted her, and one of them tried to spear her with a knife. Hissing, she bared her fangs and lunged, latching on to the young man's arm. The boy screamed, flailed, but in the end he was doomed. Leaving him for dead, Naja left a stunned group of humans watching as the boy twitched on the ground, his drool forming a small puddle. In a few minutes he would be dead, and would have learned his lesson. You do not mess with an angry Krait.

A stray cat was watching from the ledge of a window. The gray kitten couldn't have been more than a few months old, but it watched fearlessly with dark black eyes as the boy invaded its territory. But then, the cat's eyes softened, and then its head turned, glaring in the direction now of the incoming vampire. The cat jumped down from his perch and dashed to the center of the alley. The cat made a low growling sound before lunging at the trespassed, while the boy with the sword continued to flee. But the boy was steadily growing slower. The weight of the sword was just a bit too much and was becoming too much to bare. Soon, he'd have to either drop it, or find that place to hide. If not, being caught was a very likely future, and one that he couldn't afford.

The prick to his shin was still bleeding a half a minute later, making the cloth of his pants stick to the wound as it began to heal. It could be assumed that it was going to be a pain in the ass to tear out, but the thought was a welcome distraction as the boy turned off into the street, heading the way he knew Naja would be coming. There were maybe ten people in his range of view: seven of them harlets, three of them patrons. All ten gawked in utter shock at the boy running down the street with a giant sword supported on his shoulder. All of a sudden, the wind kicked up, hitting him square in the face. Loose dusty brown strands of hair flew into his vision, slowing him down even more. Wincing, he pushed forward, knowing there was a tiny, almost non existent alley not too far up. If he could get there, he'd be fine. There was a trap door in the middle of it that would be able to hide him long enough to find the entrance to the catacombs. Once down there, all he'd need to do was hide the sword, and stay hidden. It sounded simple, but things never worked out the way you planned them.

He could see Naja turning the corner. Her heard reared up in recognition, but even the snake was too slow to keep the stone from hitting her master in the side of the face. The boy was sent sprawling, hitting the wall of a building with his shoulder. The stone was thrown by a boy about four feet tall, nothing more than a little kid. His face, however was infuriated. He shouted something, but the elf couldn't make sense of it. Trying to ignore the throbbing pain in his right cheek, the boy pushed himself forward, running as fast as he could now. Another rock landed inches in front of his foot and bounced backwards, hitting him in the shin. Relentless, he kept going till he reached the little outlet, and there, safe from view, he stood still and breathed.
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He was at least making good time, he was catching up with him step by step as he ran and limped all at the same time. He found him self regretting letting that brat get the best of him, he honestly had to ask the boy his secrets if he wasn't dead. But as he was now he couldn't hit the broad side of a barn, so it was unlikely that he was dead he could still hear his steps running through frantically trying to escape, what a stupid kid. Robbing him like that, Drake was anger but found him self able to relate with him.

Hell, he wouldn't care so much because he was unbiased and lazy. Unless he had to, he wasn't going to do anything strenuous. But that sword, its the legacy of his father and the only key he has to finding him. He couldn't let this kid hawk it at some pawn shop for a few measly gold, glaring ahead as he stopped firing, he still obviously pointed his gun at him trying to scare him. Maybe scare the kid slightly to get him to drop the sword and go on his marry way, maybe for once his tribulations would end on that easy note.

Sighing, he was drawing closer and closer drawing near as a kitty then lunged at him from out of no where. Biting down onto his left shoulder, sinking its fangs and claws into him once more causing him pain.. "Whats the deal, argh! Does this punk have mother nature on his pay roll? Shit! Argh!! Stupid cat!"
He swung around cringing in agony, it was a majot annoyance, and because of it he lost sight of his target. He charged forward, attempting to rediscover his trail. It took him a few seconds , but he found his trail.. He looked from afar, ignoring the kat who was digging into his flesh and begging to be ripped apart.. As he walked soon, he found a group of people circling something, looking angry as they were trying to get to something.. "Thief!" He looked onwards from far away, wondering how he'd get out this one..
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It was only a short while before the boy who had been throwing stones lead an angry group of people towards the alley where the boy hid. The footsteps woke him from his moment of rest, forcing him to retreat further into the alley. Without thinking, he passed the trap door, and stepped over his only chance of escaping. But the boy didn't panic. There was a low wall behind him, a good three, four yards (meters) off the ground tops. He set the sword down, relieving himself of the heavy load, and leaned the monster against the side of a building and the wall. Naja had collected herself a few feet in front of the oncoming crowd that consisted of the boy with stones and three others. Naja hissed, rearing her head and threatening the humans with her fangs.

Farther back, the boy drew a small silver knife with great care, holding the hilt loosely in his right hand. The group was slightly deterred by the snake's presence, having seen their fellow fall to the ground in agony after being bitten. But one was brave.
"Get the snake!" It was a bad decision. Two of the three lunged for the snake. One was bitten in the arm by the Krait, but the other raised a steel blade and was ready to thrust it into Naja. "Don't touch her!" The boy's voice rang out high and clear- almost too high for a normal boy. He surged forward, his own knife in hand and met the foreign blade with all of his strength. But he'd forgotten the third and fourth members of the little group. The little boy with the stones hurled another that ricocheted off the back of his head. While he winced, the fourth, a middle-aged female, pushed him back towards the ground, causing his knife to fall from his hands. The first was now writhing on the ground, the snake still lifelessly attached. The second still bareing his knife, knelt down and lifted the elf up by his collar. He gave the elf a sinister look, which melted away as quickly as he realized the truth. "You're-"

The elf thrashed, knocking the knife from the boy's hand with a quick thrust of the wrist. The blade caught and cut, leaving a steady slash mark through both cloth and flesh. "Nothing." He pushed the boy away, and got to his feet, sporting the boy's knife. The three remaining took the hint and fled. Naja, no longer within the need to pretend to be dead, let go of the dead boy's arm and curled up by the elf's feet, hissing gently. Naja saw the blood, but she'd also heard the newly approaching footsteps. A single word echoed in the alley, and the elf turned to face, once again, the man who'd he'd stolen the sword from. Moving fast, the elf reached for his original knife, holding two now, one in each hand, blades out and ready. Naja turned and moved a few inches closer, hissing a warning that was to be unheeded.
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" Argh.... GET OFF ME YOU STUPID CAT!!" Grasping it by the nape of its fur he tossed the massive cat to the side and onto the floor, the toss it self wouldn't end its life but he would take significant pain and learn that it'd be better off running away to its own damned territory. As of now he looked onwards at the crowds, his hand brush away the wound at his left shoulder that was riddled with cat scratch marks. He honestly wondered why the stupid kid tried to take his sword, the boy must have been quite strong to be able to wield it and be able to flee at the speed that he did.

He looked intently at there side, thoughts running through his mind, his focused eyes concentrating on the ensuring battle between the thief and the mob of angry people. For a thief he must have been quite resourceful, so a small situation like this must have been nearly nothing more him. However as he looked ahead, he must have been having some sort of trouble.. Sighing he walked closer to the area, to thew people who's eyes where sourly concentrated on the boy who battled on to secure his life and his treasure..

Dedication was something that youth lacked these days, the will to drive them selves through even the more of troublesome of endeavors. A surprised Drake looked on, the boys snake managing to incapacitate some of his aggressors. Then he witnessed the energetic little boy fend off a few people.. Astonishing, he managed to crack a chuckle even now as the poison surged through out his blood veins. Grinning happily, he moved forward, the strife was long over and the crowd was already dispersing.. A smiling drake moved toward him, the boy locking his body in a defensive position upon his sudden arrival. Drake stopped all motion, before a smart remark could leave his lips he gasped his eyes staring into nothing.. A rippling pulsation rushing through his entire body, was it really happening...again?

The scent of blood brought down the sky within him, an earth shattering head ache over took him all of a sudden, he coughed suddenly his hand coming to his mouth.. No he wasn't turning or anything like that, but the spasms where back. A rapid sickness coursing through his body, similar to the toxemia withdrawal from an addict going cold turkey.. Tilting his head to the side, he ignored the rushing pain that kept its fullness at bay, most likely to the poison desperately trying to shut down his systems.. The poison and this reaction reached some sort of unheard equilibrium, both of them butting heads and having a hard time attacking his body.. While he was indeed devoid of any pain or death, he was however still slower and weaker then average.. He could only hope things do not become worse.. He crossed his arms, smirking at the boy shaking his head..

"End of the ling kiddo. Put down the butter knife, and I'll think about buying you an ice cream."


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The cat hit the ground with a crack and a thud. Perfectly still, the gray tabby appeared to have been killed. Yet as soon as the man was far enough away, the collection of fur and bone sprung to life and dashed down the street towards the safety of normal people. Normal people, who any other day, would chase the poor thing away with a broom. They, today, stepped aside to allow the cat it's exodus. and to get a better view of the face down in the alley. Surely, this strange, unknown hulk of a man would give the little street rat the beating he so easily deserved.

Back in the alley, the boy's blue eyes scanned vigorously for a way out. The wall behind him was still an option, but if the man had been able to survive the poison and follow him this far, there was high probability he'd be caught before getting over entirely. Especially since he intended to bring his newfound treasure with him. The alley was about eight feet wide, too thin to even bother thinking of trying to run past. On the wall to his left, there was an escape ladder about seven feet off the ground. Jumping, it was possibility, but it would be too tricky to try and grab the sword to get out of the man's reach at the same time. This left the right wall. There was a small, rectangular window level with the street. It was about a ten inches in height, and two and a half feet long. Perfect.

"End of the line kiddo. Put down the butter knife, and I'll think about buying you an ice cream."

His words were hardly threatening, and the elf hadn't the slightest clue what ice cream was, and didn't care. He had a way out. His path wasn't out of turns. Slowly, the elf lowered the human boy's knife, setting it on the ground a few feet from his feet. The silver blade remained, however, clenched tightly in his right fist. There was no relinquishing this weapon, one that had pulled him through the worst of things. This was something too precious to give up. It was easy now, to guess what the man was thinking. Possibly that the elf was going to go easily, nicely, be a good little boy and return his toy. But wait, good little boy didn't give up both weapons! Whatever was good little boy thinking? Calming that probably driving thought, The boy stuck the knife back into the red sash about his waist and stepped back and turned slightly, towards the sword, but keeping his eyes on the man at the other end of the alley.

The boy grabbed the sword's hilt and tipped it, pulling the bulky slab of steel into both arms. The boy winced as the sword settled on the slash through his glove and palm. Scarlet seeped through the heavy cloth of the gloves, and onto the sword's cover. Regaining a blank expression on his face, the man had no way of guessing what was coming next. The boy took exactly three measured steps forward and dove off to the right towards the window. With a grunt, the boy sent the sword through the window, shattering the glass just before he was to dive on through. At the same time, Naja, who had been staying perfectly still, lunged forward, biting once again into the man's leg.

It was risky, and it would leave a nasty mark, but it would buy him a few moments. There was no way the man could fit through the tiny window, and by the time he found the right door into the building, the elf would have already ascended to his hiding place. Rolling as he hit the floor, the elf gasped and stifled a small hiss of hurt as his shoulder was pierced by a shard of glass. Grimacing, he lifted the sword back up onto his shoulder and ran. The basement wasn't anywhere near where he needed to be. That being so, he began his climb, trying not to worry about the faithful friend he was once again leaving behind- for the moment.
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Drake stared at the boy, his arms folded across his chest as he watched him wondering what the little boy had in mind. The ally was narrow, he'd snatch him by the scruff of his hair if even tried to run passed him that moment, the wall was also eight feet tall so jumping over it with his sword with someone of his size was risky. Besides that he would catch him in an instant before first limb would get over that wall, so if he was smart that idea was surely out of the question. The boy could just fight him, but that is an idea that would equal his very downfall. Fighting Drake would only be a small, very small prologue to him losing in the worst ways. He grinned at the boy, it was an shadow filled with epic proportions. A boy standing before the owner of the first Tsurugi, a boy who managed to take it from his grasp. A very hard feet, well not really but it eased his thoughts if he fell under that allusion.

Nonetheless he stood there, watching his every step, inching towards him unwavering when it came to his stand, he was going to take back his sword, didn't matter how many snake bites or rabid animals he would send his way. His resolve wouldn't shatter, this boy picked the wrong man to steal from, though the sense of challenge smeared his face while he would stand there. The thrill of it filled him with much more content fullness feelings, the boy now trapped in an impossible situation with the owner of the first tsurugi inching ever so closer to him. Unyielding in his steps, a surprised looked over took him now as his steps halted watching what was coming next..

"You holding it, like that...? You surprise me alot kid. But I don't think you know what your getting your self into..."
In mid speak he heard shattering glass blaze through his ears as he would lung in through a small wind, tossing his sword in side first. Shifting forward to take this opportune moment to grasp him, his eyes became very wide as he whipped back his leg that moment the fangs of this boy's krait slicing through his cloth barely missing his flesh. Angered at the distraction caused by this mundane animal, he glared at the foul snake discharging his boot toward the animal in a sharp kick.

The blunt edge of his boot collided onto the base of the great riddling its body with a significant pain as the force was powerful enough to punt him right over the eight foot wall both ridding him self of the creature for the moment and avoiding another nasty bite.. "Can't fool me twice kid.. I was expecting that thing to leap from the shadows some where.. Haha, can't deny your smarts though.. Brilliant though, maybe I under estimated your tactics.. Though maybe its time I take the gloves off and tear you apart.." His voice loud enough for the other boy to hear him, indeed his intelligence was far beyond any other normal young boy.

Like a brilliant tactician the young man knew how to use the element of surprise by manipulating animals, using them to attack while veiled in the shadows or as a useful distraction. Then there was the clever ways he managed to use his small stature to his full disposal. Smirking, his hand pulled back standing before the wall, he was in the room passed this wall and he wasn't going to fit through that hole.. Sorry, but its over! I'm huffin, and puffin and knockin this wall down! Ok, lame pun.. But just brace your self kid.. " The climatic clash before two determined warriors would rage on, as he would send his fist toward the wall how would this game of cat and mouse reach its climax?
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Naja twisted and writhed, landing with a heavy thump on the other side of the wall. The snake curled up, knotting itself in an infinite loop. The landing had been painful, but not brutal enough to put her out of commission. Unwrapping itself slowly, the snake slithered out towards the street. She knew where her master was headed, even before he did.

Breathing heavily, the boy hurled himself up the steps, the heavy sword perched on his shoulder. Grunting, he finally reached the roof, pushing open the little trap door and bursting into the open night air. He'd arrived just in time to hear the man's threat.
"...maybe its time I take the gloves off and tear you apart." A chill ran down the boy's spine, but he stayed still, holding the sword with stiff hands. He wouldn't give it up, not after all of this. The boy needed this too much to let it go. There was something special about this sword, and the elf knew he would be able to get a very decent price for it. Enough for a while, as it was inevitable that he'd end up on the street. Again.

"..brace your self kid.. "

The boy shook his head, and then felt the roof shake beneath him. Startled, he took a step back, falling to his knee when a tremor knocked him off balance. A few feet away, the edge of the building began to collapse. His eyes shot open wide as more of the roof fell, the semicircle widening. He tried to force himself up, to get to his feet, but the sword was too heavy to move so quickly and acted as a pin. Bracing for the worst, it took him a few seconds to realize that the fall in had stopped a few inches short. He was safe, for the moment. But then his mind alerted him once more that things were not over, and that her chaser was still lurking somewhere below.

Pushing himself to his feet despite complaints from his joints, he turned and leaped, jumping over the five foot wide alley that separated this building from its other neighbor. His footing was steady and he landed easily, running across the roof of the next building. He slowed and stopped however, at the next edge. She'd gone the wrong way. The jump was too far, too wide. A sudden feeling of defeat sank in right then, draining the boy of any hope he had of succeeding. He'd failed. He'd be caught, possibly killed, and even if he wasn't, he doubted he'd be able to do anything that would keep him alive until he healed. It all just seemed to bleak, so hopeless.

"No. Not like this, not now." Gripping the sword as tightly as possible, he ran, hitting the edge and springing forward to cross the gap. At first it seemed as though he'd make it, the wind was pushing the same direction as he was flying, and yet, he began to drop too soon. The ledge slid away, but he refused to let it go. Throwing his hand out, the boy gripped the edge of the building, gasping at the force the dead weight of the sword had. It felt like his arm was going to fall off. Glancing down, the boy carefully measured the distance. It was twenty feet, maybe more maybe less, to the ground. The drop could easily be botched, especially with the sword. If he fell on it..., no, best not to think about. Grimacing, the boy began to sway, and once the swing was enough, he dropped the sword on the back of the plunge, and jumped at the other.

He landed roughly on his left foot, falling forward and rolling to a stop. He waited in a curled position for the pain to begin, and when it didn't, he had to accept that somehow he'd survived the fall intact. Or not. Looking down at his hand, the blood completely covered his palm. He yanked off the glove, looking the slice mark over carefully. The slice was deep, really deep- which explained the blood. Biting his lip to stay silent, he slid the glove back into place, stood, and reached for the sword. His hand froze on the hilt when he heard the footsteps. Heavy, echoing footfalls from the other end of the alley.
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He was like a one man demolition bursting through walls, one by one in a never ending struggle to burst through. And catch up to the boy, in all honestly he was growing intrigued by the lingering hope that this boy that that he would get away with his sword.. It wasn't even about about the sword anymore, it was the growing amusement he was gaining from this. He smiled so happily in a cocky manner, his eyes never losing sight of his target as he chased down the young boy. If he would have alluded anyone else then he might have won, but this was Drake and he never loses sight of his prey.

Drake grimaced at the fact that he knew he might have to seriously hurt this kid, since he was too determined to let go of the sword there might not be other ways of convincing him that he was doing nothing but a futile task. Drake stared up above, witnessing his futile efforts and enjoying them all at the same time. Drake honestly thought he almost didn't have the heart to crush his dreams, but it seemed he was just going to have to do that. His fathers heirloom, his legacy, that sword was just as important to him as his life. It was his life to be quite earnest, and the male just wasn't prepared to give up what was important to some hungry kid.

Upon looking at him however, Drake found himself wondering about him.. Was this kid really what he appeared to be, because in terms of strength he wasn't that much prudent with that mob of humans. His eyes widen as he fell down along with his sword.. He was much too far away and drained of any power to save him. He rushed forward his steps razing through the floor as he sprinted to the area to where he fell.. Echoing foot steps from his boots lifted the sound in the air, once more they were in an ally and he was cornered. He would look upon him, his head shaking... "I dunno how you survived that, but really your not getting away now kid. Just give up the sword, you can talk English right?"
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Rigid, the boy slowly turned his head towards the voice. He had been expecting more pain, an attack- anything that what appeared to be friendly conversation. Strands of dusty brown hair were plastered across his face; a single bead of sweat dripped down the side of his face. His bright blue eyes were slanted, but though fierce, his face gave away a hint of fear. Without thinking he lifted his bloody hand to wipe back the strands, leaving a smear of scarlet on his forehead. Realizing it afterwards, he reached up again to wipe it off, using his sleeve this time.

The elf didn't know how to respond. It was still hard to believe it was over- that he was caught. But his other hand remained firm on the hilt of the man's sword, showing no sign of forfeit. What was to happen now? Would this man get through the formalities and then decide to kill him anyway? Only the future would show truly.
"Where's Naja." His voice was high, but rough from a sudden heavy breath. "Where's the snake." He clarified, a sudden thought reminding him that this man had no idea what his snake's name was.

Then, as if to answer his question, the black and silver Krait slithered past the man's feet, hissing menacingly as she made her way to her fallen master. The snake coiled, once again, at his feet, her eyes frozenly focused on the possible attack.
"Naja." His voice was even higher this time as he greeted the snake with her name, as both hands were occupied. The soft smile from the appearance of her companion faded, however, and the boy was forced to look back towards the other end of the alley. "That answers one of you questions, doesn't it. But the new question is, what now?" The boy didn't bother to hide the disappointment in his voice. He winced once more, the pain of his sliced hand finally getting to him, the numbness granted by the adrenaline slowly losing its potency.
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He walked toward him, his steps growing quicker and quicker as he blistered off toward the direction of where she was. Indeed this male determined to get ahead of him, but it was the end of the line for this boy. Drake hadn't intended on killing him, he hasn't hurt anyone or intended too. He was just trying ti survive, and the young man was very skillful but it was that his resolve was stronger today then that of the boys. He had a stronger purpose, that blade has more sentimental value then what ever price can be put on it.

Albeit it is a very powerful and legendary weapon forged by the vampire gods of the old age with forgotten technology. Even Drake himself did now know its inner working, but it was six blades that makes up the large blade form that it is in right now. The magnitude of its complexity did not end there however. The source of it would dig deeper, much deeper into the buried vampire heritage of Drake. Staring now, the aroma of blood was stronger in the air, his eyes laid on the crimson fluids raining down from her wound making him walk slower towards her..

What could he honestly say to the young man, he wanted his sword back and the other seemed he would hang onto it even if he had to pry it from his broken arms.. The scent of blood started to arouse his other side, his blood running faster, his fangs erecting firm and thick from with his teeth as his bones creaked and cracked making his hands much more stiff. He coughed looking at her.. At the very least, as long as blood doesn't touch him he'll be fine.. He was so out of it he didn't see the snake slither right under his feet.. "Well, you give me the sword.. Kid, you could send an entire stamped or the whole damn forest. I'll still get that sword back. So how about you play nice.."
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As he got closer, the boy became more and more afraid. For a split second, he could see a dark, delving desire in his eyes, and it scared him more than anything. The boy took a careful step backwards, not too fast, not too slow, keeping his eyes on the man. Naja was curling about his feet, and once he stopped, settled around each ankle, her eyes watching her master. He didn't doubt that he'd live now. He was being too nice, too gentle, as though he truly didn't want to hurt the boy who'd stolen his sword and had made him chase him all over for it. But that flash of a look had fazed the elf, and he was almost quivering now.

So how about you play nice?"

The question itself was odd. Since when were they playing anything at all? The boy's expression fell as he glanced down at his newly acquired, and now soon to be lost treasure. There was a dark red spot where his blood had smeared onto it, and now glancing to his hand, there were dark red beads trailing down onto his cuff and over her wrist. He flinched, and compacted his hurt hand into a fist, pulling it behind her back in a futile attempt to hide the wound.
"So... I give you your sword back.." His eyes were back on the ground, meeting with Naja's black expression. "And everything is fine." He lifted the sword up slightly, and brought his hurt hand back out to hold the sword in his arms. He gave the man a tilted, confused look. So close, it was hard to miss the honest misunderstanding in his face.

"I'm sorry, but I'll have to decline." There was no time for second guessing his actions now. The elf lurched forward, pushing roughly past him while at the same time Naja tightened her grip around the man's ankles, aiming to pull him down while her master escaped. He refused to submit, to lose. He'd either get away with this sword and his life, or he'd die trying.
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Drake wondered where he was going with his words, did he have the initial purpose of escaping with his sword? He was injured, hurt badly and each time he got closer and closer his room for escape was cascading. He stared at him, wondering if he really wanted it that badly. A sense of pity washed over him, he was hoping catharsis from this small get together but it filled him with a guilt filling pity that was starting to hinder upon him. He watched now, the desperation washing over the young man as he was willing to trade in his very own life for his sword..

He wasn't hired to take it by any mysterious cloaked schemers, he was acting on his own behalf. The demand and need for money has strained everyone in this day and age, food and all other types of harvest were scarce at best, the economy has strained the people to there limits. Which in term forces people into his line of work, or being a criminal.. In which case this boy was a victim of the unfair system, surely his less then reputable choices landed him in this situation.

Though in a time of crisis the means for a rational mind pattern was heavily flawed, he would only sigh feeling sorry for him. Pitying the young thief who viewed his his weapon as a means for shelter and food for upcoming days. He smiled, walking closer to him.. Maybe instead of violence he would console the young man and maybe offer him abit of food. Maybe that will be the fitting peaceful recourse for the return of his weapon.. Unbeknownst to him though, the slithering snake wrapped around his feet.. "Shit! Stupid snake! Ahh! Fuck!! OOf!!
The male running passed him was all that was needed for him to fall right on his bottom, this gave the boy the time he needed to gain some distance between him..

Well, he was once again caught off guard by his heavy thinking. Glaring down, the male lunged his hands grasping the snake in a firm grip, untieing the slithering bastard grasping it hard as it started fighting valiantly against his own strength. Keeping the nasty krait from biting his head off, well the length of this creature did give him some ideas.. "Shit, that explains it. In my line of workin I get mauled by lots of snakes, but your a fucking Krait! Well... " He held the snake very firmly, wrapping it around his waist he tied it around him in a knot as if it was a belt. He was long enough, so tieing him in a knot wasn't going to kill the snake but it was tight enough to keep it in place. "Now lead me to your master, and if you even try to uncoil I'll tie you harder. Now don't you hiss at me! Lets go hostage snakey!
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