~Somewhere in the United States~
A dark blue two door car pulled up onto the curve as the sun began to set. It's occupant, a white man with red hair wearing a black suit and a sword at his belt, climbed out and surveyed his surroundings. The neighborhood looked desolate and all but run down. All the better for the man, as there would be little in the way of witnesses for his investigation.
He walked on down the street and turned the corner. Only a dew blocks was a small, pristine church. However was running it had more cash than however still lived here, that was for certain. Before he got to close to the building, the man began to hear a shuffling sound. He turned his head, trying to catch whatever it was.
Probably just some kids, he thought as he walked on. Though soon the sounds began to get closer. The footsteps mirrored the man's own, causing an echo. The agent had had enough of this by this point, and slowly reached for his sword.
The same second his finger could touch the hilt, he was set upon by a wrinkled, fang creature jumping from near a building. It was able to get a clean bite into the man's arm before he withdrew his sword and jabbed it into the creature's neck. The monster was instantly engulfed in flames, and fell to the ground screaming. Although, this wasn't over. Another creature, much like the first, stepped out of the shadows to take it's place.
The swordsman was prepared this time, and was able to dodge it's advancing blows. He gave the monster a swift blow to the head with his pummel, then proceeded to take off a chunck of it's hand.
The fanged monster stood there bleeding and screaming at the man with the sword. He smirked at it and extended his right arm, ready to finish the beat off.
BANG
The man fell to his legs after the bullet went through his thigh.
BANG
Another bullet sent the sword flying from his hand. From behind the fang creature stepped two human looking creatures. The first was a disheveled looking man with dirty blond hair and wearing biker jacket. He laughed maniacally as he began to kick the swordsman to the ground repeatedly. With another giggle, he looked down to get a good look at his face.
"Hey. Hey Bertram. This isn't the one. It's totally not the one. They sent the wrong person Bertram. What the fuck?"
A second man came up behind him, wearing sunglasses and a policeman's uniform. He still had his freshly used revolver in his left hand.
"I can see that numbnuts," he stated in a southern American accent. "Hold on a second." The cop patted the swordsman down, looking for anything interesting. He removed the man's phone and his badge from his pants pocket. "Heh?" He looked from the badge, over to the sword. He gathered some bile from his throat and sit directly on the blade. The saliva burned on contact. "Just as I thought. Anti-demonic weaponry. We got ourselves a pro"
The cop went through the phone looking for a number. He stopped at one in particular and started to text.
"Hey! Hey Bertram. Who is that? What are you doing?"
"Jut ending out a little message to this guy's boss. Letting them know what's up and all"
"Oh. Cool. That's cool. What do we do about the suit here"
"No use letting him go to waste" The cop nodded at the fanged monster as he finished his message. The swordsman's screams could be heard from all around as the two strangers walked away.
[HEADING=1]Chapter 2: The Salvation of Earth[/HEADING]
A dark blue two door car pulled up onto the curve as the sun began to set. It's occupant, a white man with red hair wearing a black suit and a sword at his belt, climbed out and surveyed his surroundings. The neighborhood looked desolate and all but run down. All the better for the man, as there would be little in the way of witnesses for his investigation.
He walked on down the street and turned the corner. Only a dew blocks was a small, pristine church. However was running it had more cash than however still lived here, that was for certain. Before he got to close to the building, the man began to hear a shuffling sound. He turned his head, trying to catch whatever it was.
Probably just some kids, he thought as he walked on. Though soon the sounds began to get closer. The footsteps mirrored the man's own, causing an echo. The agent had had enough of this by this point, and slowly reached for his sword.
The same second his finger could touch the hilt, he was set upon by a wrinkled, fang creature jumping from near a building. It was able to get a clean bite into the man's arm before he withdrew his sword and jabbed it into the creature's neck. The monster was instantly engulfed in flames, and fell to the ground screaming. Although, this wasn't over. Another creature, much like the first, stepped out of the shadows to take it's place.
The swordsman was prepared this time, and was able to dodge it's advancing blows. He gave the monster a swift blow to the head with his pummel, then proceeded to take off a chunck of it's hand.
The fanged monster stood there bleeding and screaming at the man with the sword. He smirked at it and extended his right arm, ready to finish the beat off.
BANG
The man fell to his legs after the bullet went through his thigh.
BANG
Another bullet sent the sword flying from his hand. From behind the fang creature stepped two human looking creatures. The first was a disheveled looking man with dirty blond hair and wearing biker jacket. He laughed maniacally as he began to kick the swordsman to the ground repeatedly. With another giggle, he looked down to get a good look at his face.
"Hey. Hey Bertram. This isn't the one. It's totally not the one. They sent the wrong person Bertram. What the fuck?"
A second man came up behind him, wearing sunglasses and a policeman's uniform. He still had his freshly used revolver in his left hand.
"I can see that numbnuts," he stated in a southern American accent. "Hold on a second." The cop patted the swordsman down, looking for anything interesting. He removed the man's phone and his badge from his pants pocket. "Heh?" He looked from the badge, over to the sword. He gathered some bile from his throat and sit directly on the blade. The saliva burned on contact. "Just as I thought. Anti-demonic weaponry. We got ourselves a pro"
The cop went through the phone looking for a number. He stopped at one in particular and started to text.
"Hey! Hey Bertram. Who is that? What are you doing?"
"Jut ending out a little message to this guy's boss. Letting them know what's up and all"
"Oh. Cool. That's cool. What do we do about the suit here"
"No use letting him go to waste" The cop nodded at the fanged monster as he finished his message. The swordsman's screams could be heard from all around as the two strangers walked away.
[HEADING=1]Chapter 2: The Salvation of Earth[/HEADING]