Escaping The Rock (Mini) (Cont.)

Lightning had struck. The tear in the sky remaining open to a blast of a purple iridescence. And while Shelby lay over a cold bed of white powder, his jacket rolled for his comfort beneath the bend of his neck, a smile crept the corners of his lips. Beyond the veil of the others senses, he stood far above them, in a tower where staring directly out, had met him both with that same beautiful glow, but also tainted by the brightly lit glow of a yellow moon. When blasts of energy compressed upon the stone, it shattered pieces that simply seemed to stop in place, then, he gave that soft smile, and a book in his hands folded to a close."Hello, beautiful." This time, his voice was settled, and calm, even cheerful. And he turned to stare upon hazel eyes glowing in the diminished light inside of this tower of solitude. Then, his eyes glanced over her body so barely held in the form of the most lightly fitting dress one could imagine, where it seemed held together but only by a set of strings. "Boo." She managed to mutter, before Shelby caress his fingers against her cheeks and pulled her in against himself locking their lips in a tight kiss illuminated by a blast of purple and orange light cast over the tower and then frozen in time.

"So.. You're a vampire?" Olivia questioned, her eyes turned from Shelby who remained sound asleep, the smile plastered from cheek to cheek, which churned her with curiosity, up to Tarn, who sat limp, almost like a lifeless doll his back against a tree, and his head slumped forward. And his eyes narrowed in annoyance as his head raise, not so much at her question, as he would reveal once he answered: "I am, but, before you get your hopes up. I do not glitter, sparkle, glow, or light up in sunlight. In fact, I'm quite unaffected by it. And I do not sustain myself in an abode of Ma and Pa Kettle, whilest hosting orgies with sixteen year old girls. Also, for that matter if you should ever be graced with a young pure born wolf and it is not inside of some kind of fortress with men ready to rip your head from your spine for entering, consider yourself blessed. I promise, you will never see one marking itself upon an infant." Olivia lower her own head in a kin-like sense of shame, but muttered. "You didn't need to be so rude, you know." To which Tarn replied with a haste and sharp tongue: "I simply want it made clear, I will not sleep with you. Have you ever smelt yourself? Imagine, sleeping with raw hamburger, that smelt worse than hamburger." With that said he raised, almost floating to his heels, before bending at his knees, and muttering. "Rest. You need it. I am going to scout ahead." Then, he erupt a blast of white powder as he shot straight upward, then suspend for a moment, before Olivia could see him scatter like dust as he seemed to almost phase out of his suspension. And hours later, when they would catch up with him, he had cemented his point to Olivia.

She stare on with a lack of words, watching as Tarn stood over a mass of dead bodies, a corpse held gracefully in his clutches with it's head barely hanging by stressed flesh, all the while he danced in slow circles, his blood erupting from the newly created hole between his shoulders, while Tarn hummed to Ave Maria. Then he dipped the corpse beneath himself, the motion of which caused the head to fall the rest of the way off, then he slipped away his arm from beneath the man's back, and dropped him into the snow. "Mmm. C'est la vie." Meanwhile. A man sat posted at his throne, his fingers teasing the silken waves of his royal fitting. When another who appeared much like Shelby with his hair slicked straight back rose from his left side, and whispered inaudibly against his ear. The man at the throne close his eyes briefly, then when he opened them again, he turned to the man who had whispered to him. "Then go, Ash. Stomp them, before they have the chance to draw near, and bring the human to bow down before me." Ash lifted from bent knee, then swipe his right arm to a cradle beneath his abdomen before bowing his head. "As you wish, father."

"Move, move. This way, Olivia!" Bob hollered, as he guide Olivia forward with his left hand. Then as his fingers left Olivia he turned, swiping a branch from a low-hung tree, twisting it over the palm of his hand and swiping it outward viciously just as the sand began to arise over the snow bed, and out of the sand a vicious hound dripping with this sand, rather than covered in a bed of fur, lept out only to be struck against the side of the head, and bash against a tree obliterating to dust that only recollected before it trail closely behind them as they dodged around trees, attempting to gain headway, and suddenly they were stopped. Shelby and Rin standing stiff at the front, and staring across the snow bed toward their brother, Shelby's twin, Ash. While Olivia, Tarn, and Bob turned hearing the growling of a dozen sand-dripping hounds. "What do we do?" Olivia questioned, and she was met by Bob's readying the branch above his right shoulder. "We let them deal with their family problems, and walk these fucking dogs."

"I will offer you one final chance, before war strikes. Submit, and take your place, give us the girl, and kneel." Shelby smirked, listening to Ash's proposal, then he held his arms extended at his sides, and quietly replied. "Come now, brother. We can hug this out." A joke that foreshadowed Ash's distaste with the glazing over in his eyes. Then Ash removed his own branch from a nearby tree, throwing it with a violently tensed arm, and Shelby hunched below it the branch shattering as it hit another tree passing Shelby's head, then the two of them charged toward each other before leaping at each other grasping hold of one another hands, then Shelby growl his knees arching in and his feet kicking Ash away smashing his back to the earth floor before he drop to his knees, and instantly rose to his feet charging toward Ash again. The two colliding mid-stride before Ash was overcome with a right cross that jarred his head to his right, and he skid uncontrolled until clutching his toes to force himself to a stop, then he winked, turning behind a tree and disappearing.

Shelby raised his hands covering himself, while he turn left, then right. "Look out, behind you!" Rin emitted, and he was able to help Shelby shift himself to catch the incoming fist, but when he react by swinging his left elbow outward he swiped through the air in a trail of ether that passed into a shadow and quickly moved across the ground before vanishing into the depths of the gates, leading Shelby and Rin to step further beyond the gates, where Shelby heard whistling, and turned his attention to an alleyway at his right, before Ash growled out from behind him with his heel raised up and extending to strike Shelby's back slamming him to his knees with a painful strike, causing Shelby to roar out before he turned and raised with an uppercut motion but again swiped at air. "That's enough play time, don't you agree?" Ash called out, then he came up from a shadow behind Shelby and Rin hollered again, but, Ash stabbed a short blade down into the side of Shelby's neck, twisting it in just above his shoulder. "Die!"

Rin panic, raising his firearm, before Ash turned hastefully, swiping at his wrist, disarming him of his gun, then, he twisted Rin's forearm into a vice grip, but Rin twisted his other arm just as tightly around Ash's thigh locking it, then rammed his forehead back using his head as a brutal tool in itself, bashing it repeatedly into Ash's nose until he was forced to surrender his grip, but then he used Rin's own pistol against him, lifting it to his chest, and his finger narrowly avoiding the trigger before he was caught off guard by a violent right hook that smashed his skull through brick, and he reeled back pulling his head out before picking at chunks of rubble embedded in his flesh. "Clever, very clever." His eyes narrowed to the dust-like particles scattering from the reproduction of Shelby which he had stabbed, while Shelby himself stepped from the brick wall opposite him, his body piecing together bit by bit of the same dust, and he pulled a white cloth from his jacket, taunting Ash as he wiped Ash's blood from his knuckles. "You didn't think you'd kill the boss that easily, did you? That's why, I'm the better twin."

"Our tricks, obviously won't work on one another, Shelby. Let us send Rin back to your friends, and we can settle this the old fashioned way." Shelby grinned now, at this proposal, and began to remove his jacket, tossing it over an ill-lit and frost covered street lamp. "Run along now, little brother." Shelby said, his wrist flicking in an away motion. Rin held out his hand, and Ash placed the pistol into it, then he stare at the two hesitant for a moment, before he hurried back to meet up with the others. Once Rin was out of sight, the two of them sat down beside each other, and Shelby lit a cigarette, before leaning back against a brick wall, feeling the cooled stone against his back, and letting his eyes drift closed, while he listen to Ash. "You know this won't end well. This goes against our fathers wishes, and he will not stop, he doesn't see you as being a valuable asset to surrender this woman over."

Ash then held his hand out and clear his throat, and Shelby nonchalantly flicked a cigarette up into the corners of his lips, then answered: "You're not telling me anything I don't already know, but, I don't care Ash. I will not allow him to have her, and I will not bow." Ash sighed smacking his head back against the brick. "Always choosing the act of disobedience." - "And you're always playing the dog, but, you know also, she is clueless. Ash, I'm appealing to you, not as a servant to him, but as your brother. You know, this is wrong." Shelby then took another drag from his cigarette, while Ash caress his palm into his own temple. "Very well, but know this, I'm not simply defying our father for you, rather, I'm telling you, you have two days to make it to the gate. I suggest you be quick about it, or, I will find you." - "Thank you, Ash." Then, the two of them raised to their feet, offering a bow to one another, before Ash left ahead, and Shelby turned to return to his companions.

Shelby returned in time, to witness Bob and Tarn working in tandem, while Bob used the branch to beat the sand dripping hounds into dust, Tarn sped around him hastefully sweeping the dust up from the ground and gathering it into a stone, that Bob then swung upon like he were swinging a baseball bat, and the stone embedded into the head of the decrepit summoner with such a violence it burst the bone from the back of his skull, causing the hounds to stop rising, and Rin released Olivia from his cover, then turn his head to see Shelby approach them. "Shelby! What happened?" - "We came to an understanding. Come on, we don't have time to waste. Tarn, thank you for your help, but I'm afraid, we won't be going around, as we intended."

"You know.. I-I can't." Tarn muttered, and Shelby held out a hand. "Stop, it's okay, I understand my friend." He rested that hand over Tarn's shoulder, and the two of the stare at each other for a moment, then Tarn muttered. "Pass the hunter's district on the way through, I'll arrange for company to meet with you there." Shelby grinned, having some idea of the company he referred to, and he nod his head. "And if you will, ensure that my baby is included in that." - "Oh, definitely." Tarn grinned back, then they smacked their foreheads together before pulling away, and Tarn walked toward Olivia, muttering as he pass her. "You weren't all bad, for a human. Be worth what's coming, girl."

-

"What is all of this?" Olivia questioned, as they had arrived into the depths of what Shelby had hoped to avoid. The only fully populated community on The Rock. Structured by it's lord Sebastian, to be as inhospitable as the land itself. Where the slightest sign of weakness made even it's children prey. Shelby turned his head toward a garden square, where, for a brief moment, he had seen his mother planting flowers, while he and his brother ran circles around her chasing each other, and Ash constantly slowed his pace to allow a more sickly and weaker Shelby to catch up to him, but then, he could see the others marching toward them in this square, as savages with sticks and stones, and he gave a low growl, his eyes clinching before opening again, to see blood stained concrete, and where once those proud flowers rose from the surface, now hung bodies tethered by rotted rope, and a distinct carving in their corpses which read, 'Hunt or be hunted'. He turned to keep Olivia from staring upon the mess for too long, whispering behind her ear. "Take into yourself nothing of this place, and allow it not to fester, and corrupt. This is where peace, tranquility, and humanity come to die."

"Shit. They know we're here." Rin said, hearing the sudden alarms that caused their ears to ring in it's heightened pitch. Then Olivia felt a tickle run against the back of her neck, and heard a voice whisper. "This way, I can save you." But when she turned, she could only see the shadow of a man, as it calmly walked down one of the back alleys. "Someone wants us to go this way, I think it's better than staying around here!" She hollered to the others, before taking off to follow the man who had led her astray. "Olivia, wait!" Bob shouted, and then he and the others followed her into the alley but then froze seeing her suspended from her feet, a left arm embraced around her neck, while the man's right hand placed a blade against her neck. "Let's not make any sudden movements now. You wouldn't want the pretty human meat to lose her head, would you?" And yet, even with his threat, he realized Shelby had drawn a wicked grin from ear to ear, as he stare out, not directly at them, but above them at a sign that read 'Hunter's District'. The man turned to attempt to see what caused Shelby's grin, when he was caught by a sudden sense of urgency forcing him to release his grasp, and his arms withdrew to his own sides, dropping the knife, and his head turned to the blade whisp out in front of his forehead, with such a violence it hum as it stopped before him. "That's no way to treat a lady, in good company, I assure you." The man's eyes widen, and he attempt to step away, only to collapse against the ground. "Dor.." He managed to mutter out, when the blade lashed through his neck from left to right, streaking his blood across the alley all the way to Bob's toes, then, the man twisted the blade up, and back before shoving it into a still-standing sheathe, that locked and presented itself as a cane, then, he took Olivia by the fingers, and lifted them against his lips, while she stare at his face, into the multi-coloured eyes, and nearly flawless features. "Charmed, Ma'dam Olivia. I am Dorian Gray. And, you, will follow me, rather than the voices calling out in the dark."

It was certainly true. They had found the start of good company in this district. As he led them out of the alarms, into sanctuary. That from the outside, appeared as abandoned, and nearly destroyed rubble, that any might simply peer through, however, upon passing it's illusionary thresh hold, they were greeted by a lavish palace of gold and material prize. And the sound, that had seemed so ear-bleeding just before they entered, was not even a whisper inside. "Sacrifice, a crimson tribute, if you would be so kind, dark one?" Dorian questioned, before he withdrew a very small blade from his vest pocket, while his other hand caressed through a medium lengthened nest of brown hair, then he presented the knife to Shelby, who offered a nod of his head, before taking hold of it's handle, and ripping it at an angle across his palm. "Sânge sigiliu." He muttered, then withdrew his hand, closing it, then opening it, and pressing it against the door on the inside leaving a crimson print on the door. "Many thanks, my good friend. Mi casa es tu casa." And, when he welcomed his friends into his home, he meant it. Each were graced with a pre-warmed bath, and offered beds of such great comfort to rest for the evening with the expectation that the rest of, their company would arrive tomorrow, and that no more would be spoken of until then. And for once, Olivia felt as though she might dream peacefully, but, she stirred as the light proceeded to fully disappear from her bedroom window, and lifted to the sounds of groans, turning into low bellowing roars. "Shelby?" She called out, but heard nothing in return, before the roars, and growls began again, so she edged to her toes before placing her feet against the floor, sneaking quietly to the door, and pulling it open. Then, as she neared the banister, she could hear Dorian, "Calm yourself, Seven. You must try to resist." And she seen the person making those noises, was not Shelby, but, what appeared to be just a young boy, with a dark complexion, growling as he braced his palms against the floor. "It's so hard, it hurts, so much." Then, Seven growled deeper from the pit of his stomach, as his arms distorted with a painful crack, causing Olivia to gasp, then his head raised and he stare at her, his eyes changing as he look upon her, and his growl becoming more wicked. "What, are you, staring at!?" Olivia began to back away frightened, as Seven leapt from his kneeled position to the mid-point of the stairs, colliding with a heavy crash against the sturdy but still splitting wood, then suddenly Dorian's cane lashed out over his collar, and yanked him back with such a force it drew him down to the end of the stairs, crashing painfully upon his rear end. "Control yourself, boy!" Seven weap with a rather intense sense of pain, and then stood, and withdrew from the room rather quickly, and Dorian spoke out to Olivia. "Come here, please."

"It's okay, no need to be frightened." Dorian continued, before Olivia began to approach him, and he stepped back, leading her to follow as he stepped to a sofa, and then took a seat, staring at her. "I apologize for my young friend there. He has had a hard go of controlling himself, but I assure you even if it seems as such, he would not have actually hurt you." She stare at him, then sit uncomfortably beside him. "How could you be so sure?" He grinned at her question, then turned to look at her very directly, even invading into her personal space, before muttering. "I would never have allowed it, of course." His tone, made her shiver with a mixture of feeling between anxiety, and danger. And yet, she felt herself being drawn to move closer, then he reeled away. "You are safe here, Ma'dam Olivia. I have given my word, and so it will be, as long as you reside within my home, nothing, can touch you. So please, return to your room, and rest." She listened to him, then watched as he walked into the other room where Seven had retreated, and she did as she was told. And while, Dorian did not actually touch her, that night she dreamed of him going after her like a lust-filled beast. His grasp so tight, that he buried markings into her forearms, her sides, and along her hips and thighs, while he pulled her against his hips, and used her like a toy. Though, this is not to be mistaken with rape, as she too gave as she got, her nails ripping away at his back, even her teeth baring into his flesh, where she felt her body was burning in hell without being in his deathly cool embrace. And those dreams were only made more unsettling, as she awoke, to rub the marks along her body, and took several moments to steady herself, walking with a kindly burning weakness, that flared when she left her room, and was greeted by Dorian's smile. "Good morning, Ma'dam Olivia. Please, join us down stairs. The others have arrived, and, we have.. battle plans, to discuss." - "Battle plans?" Olivia questioned, but was met with a come-hither motion of Dorian's pointer digit, and no sooner than she had descended the stairs, was she greeted with an image illuminating from a glowing orb, that brought her stomach to sink, as she could see what the others stare upon. Ash, hanging suspended above the pit floor of the arena, chained and constricted from thigh to ankle, and shoulder to wrist, with an obvious electrical field.

-

"Oh. You would like to fight?" Dorian questioned, as he approach the arena, and was met by winged guardians descending down upon them, he seemed overjoyed, before he brought a white lit heat from the embers of his cigarette, then lowered it from his lips and bow stepping politely to one side. "Please. Be my guest." His side-step provided the three angels a dim view of Shelby, Tarn, and Seven hastefully charging toward them, and as Tarn swooped into the air, and passed above one of them twisting his head and pulling it clean off, Seven bit into another, stranding their insides out and away as he withdrew from the bite with a vicious ear piercing howl.

The third angel attempted to fly away, when the shadow cascading the arena wall seemed to bring with it a form of blade impaling the angel through his chest causing him to fall back against the ground, gasping, with a harmonic whistling escaping from a gaped open hole peering through his back and out of his chest, and Shelby growling forced his hand inside of the meat of the knee-drawn angel, clinching his fist around his heart, and ripping away, before using his boot heel to slam the angel ground-ward. Then he casually toss away his heart, wrapping his hand around the angel's skull and rapidly bashed his face against the ground, again, and again, until the bone shard through the sides of the flesh, then Shelby released, and let out a deeper growl as he dredged toward the entry to the halls of the arena the others following in tow. His steps becoming more aggressive the more he moved toward his trapped twin.

"Stop right there." Beasts of men commanded. Their frames easily eight feet and greater in height. Flooding the halls with great numbers. And suddenly one of them fell apart at the mid-section with a gleaming light that made a noise like a crying harp, then the two behind him collapsed forward with knives stuck from atop their skulls. "Pawns, thrown to the grinder, to stall, and not a purpose more." Dorian said, as he withdrew his sword from the ground where it's end had struck it into the concrete. Then as a barrage of firelight struck his body, he stood with one leg relaxed, softly laughing at the shooters, while rather than blood, thick bits of sand poured from the holes in his flesh before they simply drew to a close. "On you go then. I'd like to teach them the envy to be had in an ability to bleed, and I'd rather not waste your time in the process." With that, Tarn grasped hold of Shelby and Seven and whisp through the large gathering ahead, and Dorian smiled walking toward them, while they stood shaken, firing more excessively only to see the same result, until Dorian, swiped his blade from right to left, it's very tip cutting the throat of the first of many in the group, then he narrow his eyes, bellowing from the pit of his stomach. "Run, kneel, or die!" Then, he laughed like a maniac as he watch them turn to run the other direction, and he took fleet behind them, cutting them down and splattering their blood over the walls inch by inch.

"No. Run away, it's a trap!" - "Now!" Ash's cries were ended with Sebastian's order. And floodlights bared down over Shelby, shining so brightly, that they illuminated inside the flesh, and his head turned to one side. His left eye shining a jet black, as it stare toward Tarn, and he spoke in a soft, and now deathly calm tone. "Go, and help Olivia and the others turn off the lights, then, get her out of here." Tarn nod in acknowledgement, then burst up from the dirt pit at Shelby's back, and seconds later, Sebastian was met with Shelby's wicked grin, in the steadily diminishing light, then his head tilted back toward Sebastian, and Shelby stare at him, the creeping vines of wicked through his veins in an equally jet black tone as his eyes, before the last light went out, and monsters crawled up from the depths as he mutter calmly. "Now. I'm going to kill you.."

"This, would be where we part ways, young lady. Until fate stand, that we meet again in another life." Dorian spoke, then his bow led him to swing his arm outward toward a gate swirling with a calm sea of energy. "Thank you, thank you all." Olivia replied, as she turn her head for a moment looking back at them from the edge of the gate, then she felt a light press against her shoulder, before Bob offered them a salute with his other hand, and gave the girl a light push, before following her through the girl through the gate, where she felt as though she were effortlessly disassembled physically, but could see a blending of lights, and colors she would not dare describe. Then, Dorian turned away from the gate with a smile on his face. "Well then, let us have at them, shall we?" He beckoned to Tarn who only acknowledged his request with a nod of his head, before he held out his hands, and the ether swirl along his finger tips gave the image of beastly claws, that crashed together like metal with the wiggling of his finger tips, and his jaws hyper-extended to push forward a rear set of extremely sharp, long teeth, which dripped with an acidic blue texture after piercing from inside the gums. "Now that the lady is not in our presence. Nightmare and I call first blood, gentlemen." Their war game interrupted, as Rin moved out from between the two of them, and placed his pistols down against the ground with care, then as he motioned his hand upward to push his glasses further back along his nose, he extend his arm outward fully, and gave an impressive snap of his digits that vibrate their ground bound enemies from their feet, and as the angels dive toward them, they were stopped by the sudden burst of blinding light, causing them to shield their eyes.

When the light pass, they could only barely catch a glimpse of the woman who kneel behind the two crossing pistols, muttering words of provoking fear, and the eye of judgement. Then the guns seemed to distort, and as he step ahead, and took them back into his hands, this woman disappeared, but left them staring at Rin holding these strange devices in grasp, and as he rapidly pulled over each trigger one after the other, it rained bright lights through the air piercing through the angels with ease, and giving wicked screams like a siren each time it would escape their bodies, and he continued to fire until they gave an emptied click, then he tossed the pistols upward simultaneously, then extend his pointer digit, pointing toward their enemies on the ground, and suddenly the front-line was engulfed by a dome that seemed to freeze them in place, then as Rin stepped into the dome, he instantly stepped out from it's other end, drenched in blood that dripped from his figure, and he lifted his hands, the pistols falling into his grasp, then the dome of light broke apart, and the bodies fell apart, then he turn his eyes to stare at the next in line. "Are you afraid?" Then, Rin grinned as they backed away from him, and he nod. "Good. Now, die."

-

"So, this is it? This is how you want to play, son?" Sebastian muttered, his tone creating a sort of vibration allowing him to see Shelby moving in outlines, as he watched him nearing Ash's holding trap. "You forget your place, boy. I'm the king!" The holler illuminated his surroundings in a brighter light, and he rushed forward his right hand extending up before lashing outward, the chain like a series of razors sparking as it grind together, then stretch outward toward the illuminated figment of Shelby, the first two lashes giving way to a sound of tearing flesh, before Sebastian laughed madly and brought his arm backward to give a third lash, but then his laugh silenced, as his throat catch feeling a tug on the end of his chain whip.
   "Correction. You were the king!" The tug on the chain turned to a violent yank, pulling him off of his feet, and bringing him sailing toward Shelby as he readied to strike him, but then an unseen figment in the dark collided with him at hip level, twisting him off his course, "I'm going to cut your head off!" Sebastian turned hearing a third, but just as his head turned, he felt the sharp connection of a heel collide with his head, driving him down against the arena pit. "Rah!" Sebastian grunt, raising to his feet, and colliding his hands to illuminate the dark with a bright splash of flames, that while brief made him realize what danger he faced, when he could see the dangling chains, loosened, with tears of flesh, and Ash standing before him who had threatened to behead him, then Sebastian's own heart raced, when he heard the low, gut churning growl. He turned, throwing everything he had into a fire bright enough to further illuminate the pit, but it was too late. Shelby's hands clasped around his throat, driving him down upon the ground, and he roared inches from his face.

"No more. He'll have your head, and I your heart, and we'll be free! Free!" Repeating himself his tone exploded, as he reeled one hand back, barely enabling for the slightest catch of breath for Sebastian, before that same hand plunged into his chest. A world of noise drew absolutely silent, and still, and Sebastian could look around to see everything trapped in a timeless seal, as monsters hunted the men he had brought with him, and Ash readied the axe above his head. And finally, when his eyes twisted to Shelby, he could witness the vindictive, even evil, grin as he placed his lips around the heart, muttering, so that it broke his silent end with a sound of a tunneled vocal: "Blush, as I take your last gift father." Then, Shelby's teeth sunk down tearing through the heart, and blood flow all down his chin, and chest, giving the image burnt into Sebastian's eyes when the axe drop, removing his head.
     Reinforcements stormed, and the double doors broke open, to witness blood pour out at their toes, it's thick depth brought strands of it to vine out from the heels of the two brothers, while Ash carried the head in hand, and Shelby a half-eaten heart. The angels and demons ahead of them, stepped aside, opening a path for them to pass, and Ash grin: "They finally bow to their true ends. We can torment them for all eternity."
          "No. I have more important matters to attend to." Ash turned his head, staring at Shelby for a moment, then he gave a light nod of his head, before chucking the one he held in his hand against the ground. "Fuck it. I've grown restless and bored here, anyway, allow me to escort you. A new beginning, no?" Shelby nod his head, discarding the half-eaten heart as well. "A new beginning. Indeed." The two of them padded with ease past the hordes, leaving the arena, and walking the path toward the gate only stopping briefly to bow respectfully to an elderly woman who watched them both and then smiled in their acknowledgement, before waving as they pass one at a time through the gate.
               "You don't think that's a bit much?" Ash questioned, and Shelby grinned, and replied: "Naw, not enough." Then, tossing a paint can up and down in the palm of his hand, he turn his back toward a brick wall that stood over him with the giant "S" dripping at ends, with crimson, and immersed in a crystal glow of blue colour.

For my sinner.

I'm not the greatest man alive.
Infact, I'm more trouble than I'm worth, half the time.
I'll do five stupid things, probably inside this rhyme.
But for all the arguments, the hassle, and the strife.
I love you more than life.
And if it meant scorn, embarrassment, and pain each time.
That I did something stupid in my daily jive.
I'd do the worst possible things I could think of to keep you in a constant swan dive.
You're beautiful, you're smart, you're funny, and I don't deserve you princess of mine.
I'll do what I can, which isn't much to keep you smiling for me, that I might thrive.
Just so I can do something stupid tomorrow too, and let you know I'm yours, and you're mine.

Escaping The Rock (Mini) (Cont.)

"She says.. We're nearing trouble." Rin muttered, his voice shaken, his tone low. "She?" Inquired Olivia, as she turned to see Rin stood still, his eyes shut, but, to him the tree displayed the most peculiar of faces, that extended outward to his left ear, a sandpaper like tongue caressing the lobe as it whisper to him, it's sound interrupted by a growled command, "Let's keep moving." And Rin's eyes jerked open, as he nod, and prepared his pistol keeping it below his waist, but controlled with both hands, and his gaze more vigilant, as they began to quicken their pace from the depths of this wooded haven, into a hellish pit of orange, that forced an alteration of the moon itself to a blood red. And at the opposite end of the clearing, above a haze of orange dust, they could see him.

The man standing towered above a woman, extended arms covered in aged, warn, and jagged stitching, like a rag doll of flesh, with grubby, dirt caked fingers that grasped around the brunette who currently bobbed herself back and forth, sucking, and slurping from around his cock. "Step back, my pet." His voice said, in a cruel fashion, and she immediately pulled herself away from him, and then kneel beside him at his right, leaving the horrid depiction. The brainless sex toy, missing half a portion of flesh from her face, to exposed rot and bone, where maggots crawled up to greet their guests, while the good doctor tugged up and buttoned his pants with his left hand, while lighting the brighter orange embers of the cherry at the end of his lips with his right. Then, he rub his fingers against the scar line of a deep hole in his chest, his fingers sunk in, seeping with a blue blood as he moan. "Mmm. Good evening, Shelby." And with his hello, he raise his left hand, digits dripping with his blood, and the dirt beneath their toes gave a subtle vibration, that moved outward toward the middle of the clearing, before figures began to burst from the ground, their bodies no better enveloped in flesh, than that of his sex toy, then, his arms held out in a peaceful sentiment. "I cannot allow you to simply have her.. But.. I won't personally impede your progress either. So, for old
times sake, let us play a game, shall we?" The man questioned, flicking embers to the edge of his pets ear, while his hand rested above her head like a leaning post.

Rin lifted and steadied the pistol, but was interrupted by the feeling of a forearm pushing him back, so he lower his gun, and bow his head with respect to his brother, and Shelby struck his sword against the dirt, but strangely left it buried as he pass it, lifting the hood from the end of his leather jacket above his head, shielding his face in a veil of darkness, where the eyes peer out and the glow slowly swirled from its oceanic mix to a radiant crimson. And the growl that unsettled Olivia earlier, now brought her to shake, with the hastening of her own heart, as it erupt from the pit of his stomach, and filled the air. All the while Shelby trod forward into the hordes of monsters, that surround him in waves, and then cover him, until he disappeared beneath the sight of rotted yellow bone. For a moment, Olivia struggled against the restraint of Rin and Bob holding her back, being lost to the silence as Shelby was buried beneath re-animated skeletons she had seen begin to rip into his flesh. "Rah!" This powerful roar emitted with such ferocity it created a visibly perceptive distortion, as
skeletons flung in all different directions smashing to pieces, and Shelby jerked from bent knee, charging toward the next wave, his hands grasping around one of the skeletons, and using it as an offensive shield, bashing the others to bits, while breaking fragments away of the skeleton held in his hands, then he smashed the remnants of the last skeleton against the ground, with a twist churning it to dust, then baring the mans name to the open universe, his voice escaped through the growl, not as one, but the mixture of several. "Faust!" Faust attempted to hurry back, taking a few steps, and yanking at a chain around his dolls neck, dragging her along with him, then he stopped, staring at the claws like steel breaking through the dead flesh so forcefully it left not a trace of blood over them, "Mm.. The big bad wolf lives?"

Faust asked, and then, was answered by the claws pulling apart, ripping the brainless doll in half, then Shelby raised in above Faust. And Faust found himself staring into a vision of death, white teeth, not as much like the wolf, but that of a shark, dripping with blood where they had once sunk into their own gums, and a violent growl that rose bumps along Faust's neck, turning knots, and raising bumps along his spine, freezing him stiff like a coward. "Mercy, dark one?" Faust requested, his head lowering in some faux respect, and again the mixture of voices replied from beneath the hood, giving Shelby's reply. "Run, now. I'm giving you a head start." Then Faust's eyes widened, watching as
he began to strip away the leather top, the hood coming away to show skin tearing away from beneath the eyes, and around the nose and mouth and the body, showing black veins pumping beneath the pale flesh. Then Shelby's bones distorted, cracked, and crippled, and the body seemed to peel away, giving in to what came up from beneath it, leaving Olivia with the perspective of watching the leather fall ground ward, beside a pile of flesh, while Faust haste away, leaving a dim blur, then an eight foot hell hound, chewed up its own bodily remains, before stalking behind, leaving Olivia, Rin, and Bob sign of life through it's occasional stop to howl.

After some time, the others found themselves wandering beyond the clearing, into a new ground of woodlands, forsaken by layers of ice, and it had drawn so silent, they could hear cracking of the near crystal like serenity surrounding them. The closer they came to each of the remnant sounds of the hunter, the more scattered bits of bones, and flesh they found tainting this beautiful land of white heaven. Suddenly, they could see Faust barreling toward the right, and Rin fix his glasses along his nose, then raise his pistol, waiting until he could gather some clear sight on Faust, when the wolf came down from the trees above them in a rain of shattering ice, and crushed down upon Faust, forcing his body to embed into the element soaked stone, into a puddle of his own blue blood, and Faust let out a curdling scream, before Shelby tore viciously into his throat, and began ripping away the meat bit by bit, in an angered frenzy, until the head remained, but the rest was rend in bits of scattered, torn, and mangled chunks. Panting, his rage spent, the wolf collapsed against the bed of snow, it's legs spasm, back arching, and it gave off a few very pain-filled whimpers before it slowly close its eyes, and fingers dug outward from inside the beast's stomach, until they tore through then pulled apart creating an opening, and Shelby climbed out from its stomach gasping, and then shivering. Olivia stare almost hypnotically at Shelby as his teeth chatter and he caress his palms against himself in an effort to warm himself while smearing in the wolf's black blood over his flesh.

"Help Bob." Olivia's attention was caught by Rin's order, and turned to see Bob trying to gather together useful tinder, while Rin removed his bag, taking a cloth in some effort to wipe off as much of the blood from Shelby's shaken body as possible before helping him to get dressed again. And later, when they sat gathered around the burning pit, Shelby's head reel back, and he sniffed in his nostrils drawing to a near close as he engulf the surrounding air, then his chest relax, and he mutter quietly. "Hello, Tarn." - "Ever the late messenger. It appears as though, I've missed the fun." Olivia jerked away between hearing Tarn's calm cold voice, and his thud against the ground that landed him against his right knee, while he picked up Faust's head, and manipulated it like a puppet at the ends of his fingers. "Please, put me on your shelf with the others, I would be most happy there." Tarn mocked, and answered himself as well. "Don't mind if I do, good sir! You would look quite handsome on the third row, after all!" Then Olivia squirmed near to the point of retching when Tarn removed his fingers, and the mouth stretched out, then popped back in a snapping motion, and Faust's voice growled out, "You Vampiric prick!" - "He's.. still alive!? What the hell is going on!?" Olivia panic. Her answer in the scream, "No, you bastard!" Before Faust's voice was muffled as his head was shoved and zipped into a pack surrounded by thick shrouding. "Ode to the rarity of shit staying dead around here. It makes for a tasteful art display though." Tarn said, catching a soft chuckle from the still cold Shelby.

Tarn stepped forward, squatting to his knees between Bob, and Shelby. Then, he peer out at each of their faces, paying special attention to Olivia who continued to pad away in some phobic mannerism. Then, he gave a soft nod. "If you still insist on protecting the human, I suppose, I will stand with you, until you reach the wall, understanding of course, that I not enter Sebastian's dominion." - "Sebastian's dominion?" Olivia questioned, her body coming more at ease, as she did, and Shelby mutter, "Our father. With any hope, we will avoid seeing him at all."

So.. That Happened.. Again.

I got on Twitter, after relaxing as often is the case, and, as has been the case lately. I see a lot of focus on "Feminism". So I figured, I would give a few words, on the issue. Now, because I am a male, this may very well upset a few people who might happen to read this. Honestly, I don't care, if you're somehow innate to the ability of processing what I'm saying, and you take it as the means of "bashing women" then you're ignorant. And I apologize for your inability to perceive something as more than that. Now that being said, I shall move into this.

I'm all for equality. But I disrespect with an entirety, the use of the word "Feminism". I don't disrespect the word with entirety based on the concept of wanting to be treated as equals, no. But, while you assert this concept that you are speaking on behalf of a particular lens (female/women parties) and there is some fear, that changing this lens focus, might somehow wade away the concentration on the particular topic and it's geared motion. I feel that individuals need be reminded, you are attempting to reach out to ask for equal status on this ground in which men have this ornate power structure, supposedly. Now before you start burning at the wick wanting to bite my head off, please continue to read first. I will explain the supposedly soon enough. At any rate, attempting to reach out to men, while thine choice is to inherit the name literally geared towards empowering women, comes across as "self-defeating" I mean, you cannot claim equality, and yet gear towards empowerment over the "evil men". Now Emma Watson's speech was very touching, very well posed, and, I felt that she was in a very good place with this. More so than has been in the past. But, here's where that 'supposedly' comes in.

Now, while I will agree. Women do-not make as much as the average white male. Women do-not have the same welcoming atmospheres and environments as the average white male. And women are all too often seen as "sexual objects". Emma did the right thing by starting to open the flood gate, but, she did not address it with a whole-heart either. I say this, because while you may focus on the sense of men being unable to address their feelings, and so forth you have to also dig deeper. How many men, are made to feel less than, because "Feminism" as a movement, while it is geared toward equality, all too-often welcomes misandry. How many of us, have never treated women as purely sexual objects, and can without a doubt say if she is working these hours, at this job, and Pete over here, for lack of a better name is working the same job for these hours. Then she, deserves the same rights, and pay as Pete. And, will defend that women shouldn't be viewed as "accepting of being raped/or willing to have sex" just because they happen to recount events with such detail only a short time later, or, that women should not be viewed as sex objects, based on the clothes they wear, and the means of which they hold themselves, anymore than men should. And yet, even being a person of such defenses, we have to hear things like: "Only men would do something that stupid." "Men are the cause of all chaos." "Men do this." "Men do that." and let us not forget, the ever undying joke of how "Men are pigs" which, let's be real, we can be, but, if someone is going to have the audacity to call me a "pig" let it be because I've done something to offend them personally, not because someone TEN YEARS AGO, did something to offend this puff-coated, arrogantly bold, little princess, by hurting her feelers, and now suddenly it's ALL MEN ARE PIGS.

How many men, have had their rights stripped from them, as parents, not because they were less-than when it came to providing, not because they did a damned thing wrong, in the sense of caring for the child, loving the child, being the father. And in some cases, even had the wife gain full custody, while she was the one poisoning the well, so to speak, where she would go on, to teach these children to hate their father, only because she could not make the relationship work. And the system allows for this on the basis that a mother is somehow more-relevant in a child's life than a father. On a basis, that women are some how more emotionally put together, then men. How many men, are degraded under the contexts that they should be able to handle tougher jobs, because men should just naturally be tougher, and the system sees it this way. And for those men who are hurt, by women in a former life, I grant that there will be some, who take it out on women, personally, I have yet to see it, but I mean it's a natural act, apparently, so I'm sure there has to be "some" out there. But, if we put one "male" (who didn't act like a chauvinistic pig) in a group of "feminists" and one "feminist" (who didn't play the misandry herself here to be fair) into a group of "men". Which group is more likely to tear the individual down. The group of feminists, or the group of "men"? Be honest now.

So, I said I would explain using the word "supposedly". I'm not using this in the sense "Your issues are not real" I'm using it in the sense "there are issues on both sides of the board, and you cannot blame all men, for your inability to receive fair treatment, anymore than I can blame you that society thinks I should be a cold-hearted stone of a son of a bitch, that should just accept the crap that gets thrown my way".

And so, finally, here it is, my final wording, on this issue. I support equality, and actually I see no reason for anyone to fight this, unless they are the persons in power, not wanting to pass the extra 30 cents. In which case, I hate the person in power, and I say, fuck the authoritarian prick who can't pull the cock out of his own ass, out of a fear that there be one other person more powerful than he is. But, I won't support feminism, because feminism does not currently create a concept of being about "equality" it has a focal lens placed solely on fixing women's problems, and while those problems very truly do exist. I do not support a woman proclaiming that her problems are anymore serious than ours. And I do not support, and frown upon greatly misandry, where in all men are to be blamed for the act of the one or few. And if you are one of the feminists, and reading this. If you can honestly say you've NEVER done this, then I applaud you, and I support you in your endeavors go forth brave woman of tomorrow, and do not fear change. However, if you look upon this, and you can honestly sit and think "Have I stated that men are pigs? Have I belittled a man for the sake of attempting to change paradigm?" And you figured out that you have. I am appalled at your behavior. You should be ashamed of yourself, because not only are you striking out at innocent people, but you're setting back a legit movement, with your bullshit, and I feel the need to remind you, if you have nothing nice to say or at least, cannot have the decency to say mean things about both sides, rather than simply pointing the finger at one party when it takes two to fuck shit up, then you should shut your mouth. Same goes to any men who do the same shit. That counts for you boys and your "she's a whore" antics too. She's not a whore just because she won't sleep with you, and in fact, that makes her the opposite, so shut the hell up. Thank you.

Escaping The Rock (Mini) (Introduction)

Thunder crackled, emitting a radiant orange light that split through the blue glow of the skies above. Overwhelmed by the feeling of fresh breath after a long depth, Olivia burst from a bed of leaves drawing a deep gasp, broken by the thickly filled hack, drawing crimson gold from between her lips, that easily painted her chin it's special brand of red. And, no sooner did Olivia allow herself to let out the most minute whimper, every feeling replaced itself with dread, staring out upon the painted face, hunched to one knee, staring back at her. The atmosphere for a death bed, for this young lady, with the silver spun curls of browned hair, a hole punctured through the left portion of her midsection, an arrow still embedded between the meat, separating it just so, that in breathing, one could see behind the flesh, where her rather weak abdominal muscles clinched in around the object, before betraying her with more blood loss by the second. And for the hunted, the hunter. A behemoth of men, rising from his knee, and towering over her, his face in white paint, in the skull-esque mask of some harbinger of death, hidden beneath a thin veil of a robe and hood, before his left arm raised, and he prepared to shoot upon her again, giving her only seconds to scuttle from her spot where she had just been laid to rest.

Olivia's heart felt as though it had stopped. And her chest clinch ever tighter, just to the feeling of burning emanating from her left cheek as the arrow burst through tree bark, shattering it, and causing it to graze her in passing. Her body took to pace, running as though she would never stop, if only not for it bringing her to the world's end. A cliff where it's heights were so, that it was masked by the view below, in a discoloration and collection of air turned wet, cold, and deeply kinetic creating the illusion of an entire void, up and down, coming to swallow her whole if she only dare venture one more step. She turned, to witness the blue, nearly lifeless lips of her hunter, as they curl into some twisted grin, and he motioned away his bow, for something much heavier. Raising the battle axe above his head. "There's no where to go, little girl." Now, she had only two options, dive to a certain death, either toward the cliff, or toward him, so she prepared a stance as he edge ever closer, preparing to charge toward him head on. Suddenly a collection of energy dispelled both their senses in blinding white light, that reverberate the ground between them, and shot up with such a force, that the hunters axe, shattered into pieces of pieces, so small it appeared like glass being blasted through the air behind him, and forcing him into an embedding of dust below his back. Now, tables turned. The hunter raise his head, and witnessed the dirty blonde hair strands hanging before the forest green, and sea blue eyes, amassed in a sea of flame that rose from ankle to shoulder, until shaken off from the leather with a wisped left to right action. And with two very similar crashes, the hunter now found himself surrounded, as two more figures raise from their craters. One dressed in a purple hoodie, that read, 'Apocalypse me now'. while he stare from beneath it's hood, through hot pink lenses, and rolled smoke through the fabric of lesser pink bandanna, with a heavy grunt. The second, in a shroud of black that hung loosely as he raised to his feet, his hair parted much like the very first of the fallen, over younger flesh. And he pulled it back, before using his middle digit, pushing a pair of thickly framed glasses along his nose, both adjusting the glasses, and giving the hunter the finger.

For a moment. Everything stood still, given to silence. A short moment indeed, where time itself stopped, and it seemed as if each of the three newcomers locked their sights on the hunter, with such intent. It brought him discomfort, in a familiar burning sensation. "You think you can save her? Your magic tricks won't swing this one. No one defy the order!" The hunter bellow, but was taken in by the left handed grasped of the hooded fallen, before his right hand raised from above his head, violently pummeling down upon his skull, destroying the painted face with a thick layer of blue-green blood, before the hunter drew back, and swung with his entire upper body against the fallen's chin, only causing his head to jerk to one side, then he used his head violently battering it against the hunter, until the hunter reached into his belt, and the third narrow his eyes staring at that hand, then capturing the metallic gleam, as it reflect from his lens. "Bob, get back!" The hooded fallen responded to the hollering of his name, by using the palm of his hand to thrust the hunter back away from him with an explosive force, and just as the hunter raised the knife, and readied to throw it at Bob, the first of the fallen rush forward, leaving only a blurred view, a mixture of sound between splitting air, mixing liquid, and striking stone, before he was at a kneel, with his forehead rested against the handle of a massive sword struck into the Earth, while the hunter's body gushed forth a river of the blue-green fluid first, before falling away at an angled cut below his right arm, to his left hip, and the insides simply fell out. "Please, don't scream ma'dam." The third attempted to reason, but to no avail of stopping Olivia's panic, naturally, so he drew in with a haste, clasping his hands around hers that swung ever so frantically, and forced them to a tightly clutched ball before her abdomen. "I am Rin. This, is Bob." Bob, gave a politely drawn wave of his wrist before flopping down against the hard ground on his ass, with a highly dramatic sigh of relief. "and, that one.." He paused directing his brother to place his sword away. "He is Shelby." Shelby turned to face Olivia, showing the tilted 'Z' glowing from his right eye. "I assure you, we have come to help you find leave of this place."

Five Reasons I Don't Mind Women Gaming

1. If there weren't at least some level of detail to there being a lady present. There would be a lot more belching, farting, sounds of masturbation, and over-all intolerance to the natural senses of others. Don't get me wrong, it still happens, often. But....

     Well, hearing everyone pipe down in shock that some woman is kicking their ass in Call of Duty, rather than hearing someone jerk off because he thinks he's using it in a mocking tone while watching porn on his cell phone, is kind of nice.

2. I don't have any distaste for women gaming, based on the fact that I believe they share a similarity in tastes, that, we don't often give them the freedom to express.

For instance, my baby loves blood and gore. And, if it makes her happy seeing some dude get his head blown off on a game. She's venting frustrations either in watching this, and enjoying it, or, playing this, and enjoying it. So why bitch?

3. Not as surprisingly as one might think. The competition.

There are some female gamers out there, that have royally kicked my ass, embarrassed the fuck out of me, antagonized the situation with more confrontational shit-talking than an adolescent male. And I think, that's just fucking awesome. Even when they make me want to throw the controller.

4. Because honestly, even if they made purely-women oriented games like, just as a for instance.

"Princess Whatever The Fuck Her Name is And Prince Who Gives A Damn" and the whole plot was like this broad dating prince charming, and he's swooning the fuck out of her in some unrealistic fashion, but it's making her all giddy.

Who gives a fuck? Does that mean they'll stop making shit that the rest of us want to play? No. So let her have her moment, and you just find a new one. Seriously.

5. Finally, because I refuse to take it easy on you.

Regardless of your race, age, heritage, customs, religion, sexual status, and or orientation.. If you have a Playstation 4 and you want to play with me. I might lose, but I'll try my best either way, because that's just how I roll.