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Know i haven't posted in a while. in fact almost a few months. been kinda out of this whole thing for awhile now. but like i have said before im trying to get back a little to my old ways. one of witch being a random writing thing inspired by music. bla bla bla basically im about to post this thing and i want you guys to read it (only if your willing) and tell me how horrible it is hehe. its my first attempt at solid writing with no stopping or changing. its probably crap. but any feedback would be welcome. anyway here it is.
hehe if anyone still is readin this please tell me what you think.
basicly this is a fight scene, the story is about a guy who can change into a dragon (g go fig with me huh) and he is fighting vampires. (been under bad influence lately)
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The world has stopped moving, no spinning on the axes, and no sound in the air. All darek could see was fira, she was surrounded by the four strongest of the vampire coven. His teeth were already in her neck. He could see her veins pumping the blood into the hungry bastard’s mouth, a look of shock and pain was on her face. He could numbly feel himself clutching his chest. He remembered the words they spoke to him just the other night, “we need your power, and if you won’t join us by choice we will force your hand” Darek had expected an attack, some form of persuasion, but not this, anything but this.
He heard one squeak of fira’s voice, she hadn’t had a chance to cast a spell or even tell him they were coming. He had only left her alone for a moment. The bottle was in his hand, its foil top crumpled around his fingers. The other three vamps were around the biggest in a defensive posture, they were poised for action. Excited by the smell of blood in the air. Darek felt his hand go limp. The bottle slipped from his grasp, and slowly fell to the ground, but as it was falling it actually slowed. It was then the vampires noticed the ripple of air around Darek, it was the say ripple you would see on a hot summer day. It was if water in the air around him was boiling.
The bottle suddenly exploded sending shards of glass everywhere, the sparkled like a star burst. For a second the vampires thought it had burst into flames all their attention had been on the shiniest thing in the room. It was then they saw his eyes. They were no longer the green eyes of the man; they were not the red eyes of the beast either. They were nothing but two coals of orange fire leaking out of their sockets. Dareks clothing seemed to be burning. Slowly shredding revealing a large network of cracks in his skin. All glowing with the same orange light. The lights around darek all the electrical for that matter were popping out and sparking. This all happened in a heartbeat. The contents of the bottle were flash boiled there steam clouding the vamps vision for but a moment.
The first attack was their ears. Because the roar they heard was not just a growl of danger, but a sound of pure rage and agony. Whatever control darek had obtained over his many months of training. Whatever humanity that would keep his pure instincts in check. This was gone for now. All that was left was the fire of rage. They knew there mistake then. This would not have the desired effect. There would be no control here. For all their strength and speed, the agility. They were shaking in fear. All looking at the now stunned leader holding the seemingly lifeless body of the dragons mate.
The one in front, tried to run. That’s what the other two thought had happened, they saw him turning and running at his top speed, a move that would normally be views as a sudden vanishing out of existence. But he got no more than a foot away from his original position then Dareks hands were on him. They were fewer hands than clawed fingers two times larger than they had been a moment before. The first hand griped into his shoulder, the fingers punching threw his hardened flesh like it was paper Mache. He literally had him by the color bone. The crunching of bone could be heard loudly. The vamps screams would have filled the area but dareks left hand had already plunged into his chest. More crushing bone sounds, and a loud rip could be hers. The sound of flesh pulling not cut but torn apart. He pulled his left hand back and in it the bloody mess could be see the first vamps heart, lungs and a part of his spine. The vamp was still alive trying to scream with no lungs, he wouldn’t have lasted much longer but it was enough to see dareks head now larger and more draconic shaped, snapping at him like a cobra strike. His teeth had bitten threw the left shoulder to were his right hand still had him gripped. The whole thing happened in less than fifteen seconds. Then darek threw the body towards car on the right side of the area. The crumpling metal wrapped around it as the car itself flew another teen feat. The vamps head had fallen at dareks feet, as darek spit the contents of his mouth at the next vamp. He stomped on it turning it to jelly.
The second vamp didn’t have a chance to doge the gore lodges at his head. It struck him with the force of a shotgun blast, stunning him only for an instant. But that was more than enough. Darek had gotten him by the shoulders. His talons sinking in just as easy as they had done in the first vamps body. Darek was looking less and less like a man all the time. He was now more a dragon in the form of a man, his wings deformed and thin looking still growing out of his back. An act of change that usually happened in a moment was now going so slow anyone could watch it as if it were time-lapse photography.
The second vamp wasn’t as lucky as the first, this happen much slower. The others could only see his back and the large hands griping him as if he were a shield in front of the ever changing frame of the one they had come to intimidate. The light was still glowing and they could feel the heat from where they were. The sound of his roars and growls was starting to make their ears bleed. They watched in horror as he slowly ripped there comrade in half. His insides poring onto the ground. His superhuman constitution keeping him alive for the whole ordeal. Every nerve in his body must have been on fire at once.
Darek then threw the remains at the last two vamps. The one holding fira managed to dodge it; he ran a few yards then abandoned his hostage to the ground so he could run faster. If he had looked behind him as he ran he would have seen darek leaping on top of the third vamp tearing and rending him like a wild animal, sending blood and gore around in a fountain.
Darek saw fira tossed aside this only infuriated him more. What was left of his skin, now black and read scowled at him. He flew at him; he didn’t want him dead, he wanted so much more than that. The vamp had made it all the way to the warehouses the run had only taken minutes, and for a brief moment he thought he actually had gotten away. As he was sighing in relief, the first blow hit him. It was fist had hit him with the force of a semi truck. He felt his ribs breaking, but had no time to react. The second blow had hit him in the face. His jaw snapped like a wish bone. He was sent flying by this punch but got no more than eight feet when his leg was seized in the air and he found himself being spun. When darek let him go he flew into the nearest building threw the brick wall. The vamp felt his body being smashed against each wall, furniture, and whatever else was in this building but his momentum kept him flying threw. When he hit the rear wall of the building he could see the sky as he flew the moon was full but the light was coming from under him.
He felt the fist connect to his back as his spine shattered sending him straight into the air. Straight towards the moon. All his plans, all his preparation. He needed Darek to accomplish his goals, he would have been in charge of this whole dammed world if only the dragon had cooperated but all this ment nothing now, now there was only the pain from every part of his body. He felts more blows; they were coming so fast now. He knew the rage had completely consumed darek by now. It would be much longer. It was then he saw him soaring above him silhouetted by the moon. More demon than dragon or man. His eye still pure fire. His arms and hands pulled back in a striking ark, his legs recoiled in the jump and his tail dangling in the air under him as his massive wings took him closer to the vamp. The heat he was giving off was so intense his skin was sizzling. The last thing he knew in this world was his body being torn apart and shattered to fall to the ground as rain.
hehe if anyone still is readin this please tell me what you think.
basicly this is a fight scene, the story is about a guy who can change into a dragon (g go fig with me huh) and he is fighting vampires. (been under bad influence lately)
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The world has stopped moving, no spinning on the axes, and no sound in the air. All darek could see was fira, she was surrounded by the four strongest of the vampire coven. His teeth were already in her neck. He could see her veins pumping the blood into the hungry bastard’s mouth, a look of shock and pain was on her face. He could numbly feel himself clutching his chest. He remembered the words they spoke to him just the other night, “we need your power, and if you won’t join us by choice we will force your hand” Darek had expected an attack, some form of persuasion, but not this, anything but this.
He heard one squeak of fira’s voice, she hadn’t had a chance to cast a spell or even tell him they were coming. He had only left her alone for a moment. The bottle was in his hand, its foil top crumpled around his fingers. The other three vamps were around the biggest in a defensive posture, they were poised for action. Excited by the smell of blood in the air. Darek felt his hand go limp. The bottle slipped from his grasp, and slowly fell to the ground, but as it was falling it actually slowed. It was then the vampires noticed the ripple of air around Darek, it was the say ripple you would see on a hot summer day. It was if water in the air around him was boiling.
The bottle suddenly exploded sending shards of glass everywhere, the sparkled like a star burst. For a second the vampires thought it had burst into flames all their attention had been on the shiniest thing in the room. It was then they saw his eyes. They were no longer the green eyes of the man; they were not the red eyes of the beast either. They were nothing but two coals of orange fire leaking out of their sockets. Dareks clothing seemed to be burning. Slowly shredding revealing a large network of cracks in his skin. All glowing with the same orange light. The lights around darek all the electrical for that matter were popping out and sparking. This all happened in a heartbeat. The contents of the bottle were flash boiled there steam clouding the vamps vision for but a moment.
The first attack was their ears. Because the roar they heard was not just a growl of danger, but a sound of pure rage and agony. Whatever control darek had obtained over his many months of training. Whatever humanity that would keep his pure instincts in check. This was gone for now. All that was left was the fire of rage. They knew there mistake then. This would not have the desired effect. There would be no control here. For all their strength and speed, the agility. They were shaking in fear. All looking at the now stunned leader holding the seemingly lifeless body of the dragons mate.
The one in front, tried to run. That’s what the other two thought had happened, they saw him turning and running at his top speed, a move that would normally be views as a sudden vanishing out of existence. But he got no more than a foot away from his original position then Dareks hands were on him. They were fewer hands than clawed fingers two times larger than they had been a moment before. The first hand griped into his shoulder, the fingers punching threw his hardened flesh like it was paper Mache. He literally had him by the color bone. The crunching of bone could be heard loudly. The vamps screams would have filled the area but dareks left hand had already plunged into his chest. More crushing bone sounds, and a loud rip could be hers. The sound of flesh pulling not cut but torn apart. He pulled his left hand back and in it the bloody mess could be see the first vamps heart, lungs and a part of his spine. The vamp was still alive trying to scream with no lungs, he wouldn’t have lasted much longer but it was enough to see dareks head now larger and more draconic shaped, snapping at him like a cobra strike. His teeth had bitten threw the left shoulder to were his right hand still had him gripped. The whole thing happened in less than fifteen seconds. Then darek threw the body towards car on the right side of the area. The crumpling metal wrapped around it as the car itself flew another teen feat. The vamps head had fallen at dareks feet, as darek spit the contents of his mouth at the next vamp. He stomped on it turning it to jelly.
The second vamp didn’t have a chance to doge the gore lodges at his head. It struck him with the force of a shotgun blast, stunning him only for an instant. But that was more than enough. Darek had gotten him by the shoulders. His talons sinking in just as easy as they had done in the first vamps body. Darek was looking less and less like a man all the time. He was now more a dragon in the form of a man, his wings deformed and thin looking still growing out of his back. An act of change that usually happened in a moment was now going so slow anyone could watch it as if it were time-lapse photography.
The second vamp wasn’t as lucky as the first, this happen much slower. The others could only see his back and the large hands griping him as if he were a shield in front of the ever changing frame of the one they had come to intimidate. The light was still glowing and they could feel the heat from where they were. The sound of his roars and growls was starting to make their ears bleed. They watched in horror as he slowly ripped there comrade in half. His insides poring onto the ground. His superhuman constitution keeping him alive for the whole ordeal. Every nerve in his body must have been on fire at once.
Darek then threw the remains at the last two vamps. The one holding fira managed to dodge it; he ran a few yards then abandoned his hostage to the ground so he could run faster. If he had looked behind him as he ran he would have seen darek leaping on top of the third vamp tearing and rending him like a wild animal, sending blood and gore around in a fountain.
Darek saw fira tossed aside this only infuriated him more. What was left of his skin, now black and read scowled at him. He flew at him; he didn’t want him dead, he wanted so much more than that. The vamp had made it all the way to the warehouses the run had only taken minutes, and for a brief moment he thought he actually had gotten away. As he was sighing in relief, the first blow hit him. It was fist had hit him with the force of a semi truck. He felt his ribs breaking, but had no time to react. The second blow had hit him in the face. His jaw snapped like a wish bone. He was sent flying by this punch but got no more than eight feet when his leg was seized in the air and he found himself being spun. When darek let him go he flew into the nearest building threw the brick wall. The vamp felt his body being smashed against each wall, furniture, and whatever else was in this building but his momentum kept him flying threw. When he hit the rear wall of the building he could see the sky as he flew the moon was full but the light was coming from under him.
He felt the fist connect to his back as his spine shattered sending him straight into the air. Straight towards the moon. All his plans, all his preparation. He needed Darek to accomplish his goals, he would have been in charge of this whole dammed world if only the dragon had cooperated but all this ment nothing now, now there was only the pain from every part of his body. He felts more blows; they were coming so fast now. He knew the rage had completely consumed darek by now. It would be much longer. It was then he saw him soaring above him silhouetted by the moon. More demon than dragon or man. His eye still pure fire. His arms and hands pulled back in a striking ark, his legs recoiled in the jump and his tail dangling in the air under him as his massive wings took him closer to the vamp. The heat he was giving off was so intense his skin was sizzling. The last thing he knew in this world was his body being torn apart and shattered to fall to the ground as rain.