Post by Headmistress Briarthorn on Mar 30, 2009 23:54:26 GMT -6
Somewhere in Nevada...
It was the sort of gas station people always went to in disaster movies. In the middle of the desert, nothing around for miles and miles. The pumps were done in the old style rather than more modern, digital ones, and the small general store attached to it was covered in signs for beer and cigarettes. There were two vehicles, one running, one not.
The first was a black suv next to the pumps. It had just started, but the door was wide open. The other car was a generic sedan, which was now off. Which was good, because something had practically torn the vehicle in half.
Gunfire shot from inside the store, out to a figure in the lot. She was a woman, probably in her early fifties, with a very athletic build despite the grey in her hair and the wrinkles on her face. It was apparent she had aged very well--despite her age, her body was still firm and strong like a young person's. She was wearing a pair of sweat pants, no shoes, and a sleeveless shirt. There were several holes in both of these garments, and blood was splattered all over her, even in her bunned hair.
"You keep shooting you're just going to make me angry." The woman said stoically as she walked towards the general store. "Come out and you can die quickly."
The gun's trajectory shifted slightly, and began to shoot at the gas pumps. The woman sighed. "That's just going to--"
The explosion that followed turned the intact vehicle into wreckage and sent a massive fireball into the sky, able to be seen for miles and miles. It actually shook the ground the gasoline exploded so hard.
When the smoke was clearing, a coughing sound could be heard inside the wreckage. A young man stumbled out, his face gone black with soot, his hair crispy, and his clothing in tatters. He looked around for a few moments, blackened gun at the ready.
Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, a massive pawed hand shot out of the smoke and grabbed the young man around the middle, pinning his hands. What emerged from the smoke then was a massive, at least fifteen foot tall bear-person, covered in grey fur with glowing blue eyes. It let out a bellowing roar that exposed its gigantic teeth, and each of its claws was at least a foot long. The bear monster lifted the young man and hurled him out into the desert. He flew hundreds of yards before hitting the ground with a bounce and a further tumble into a large rock.
The bear monster covered the distance in a flash of startling speed, though when it got near, the creature shrank back into the woman, her clothing reforming after a few sparkles of magic.
"As I was saying, the blast just threw me closer to you." She said, walking over to him and prodding him with her foot. He groaned and coughed up blood.
"Oh, now I recognize you. That scent is so much clearer without gasoline mucking it up. You're one of my jailer's children." The ancient werebear known as Crea said. "You must have found out I killed your...father, I think it was, and came for revenge. Well, I'm feeling sympathetic today." She knelt next to the mortally wounded young man, grabbed his broken arm and bit into it hard enough to pull a chunk of flesh away. "If you want to live, you will let my gift turn you into what I am. However, if you don't want to accept my gift," She dropped a strongly herbal-scented bandage. "Apply that to the wound and your wounds will kill you. It's your call."
"That wasn't very nice." A disembodied voice said as Crea walked away from the injured young man.
"Shut up, Cassandra. We have a lot of ground to cover and that bastard blew up my truck." Crea replied. "I don't want to be the one leaving Lu or Lucky waiting."
It was the sort of gas station people always went to in disaster movies. In the middle of the desert, nothing around for miles and miles. The pumps were done in the old style rather than more modern, digital ones, and the small general store attached to it was covered in signs for beer and cigarettes. There were two vehicles, one running, one not.
The first was a black suv next to the pumps. It had just started, but the door was wide open. The other car was a generic sedan, which was now off. Which was good, because something had practically torn the vehicle in half.
Gunfire shot from inside the store, out to a figure in the lot. She was a woman, probably in her early fifties, with a very athletic build despite the grey in her hair and the wrinkles on her face. It was apparent she had aged very well--despite her age, her body was still firm and strong like a young person's. She was wearing a pair of sweat pants, no shoes, and a sleeveless shirt. There were several holes in both of these garments, and blood was splattered all over her, even in her bunned hair.
"You keep shooting you're just going to make me angry." The woman said stoically as she walked towards the general store. "Come out and you can die quickly."
The gun's trajectory shifted slightly, and began to shoot at the gas pumps. The woman sighed. "That's just going to--"
The explosion that followed turned the intact vehicle into wreckage and sent a massive fireball into the sky, able to be seen for miles and miles. It actually shook the ground the gasoline exploded so hard.
When the smoke was clearing, a coughing sound could be heard inside the wreckage. A young man stumbled out, his face gone black with soot, his hair crispy, and his clothing in tatters. He looked around for a few moments, blackened gun at the ready.
Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, a massive pawed hand shot out of the smoke and grabbed the young man around the middle, pinning his hands. What emerged from the smoke then was a massive, at least fifteen foot tall bear-person, covered in grey fur with glowing blue eyes. It let out a bellowing roar that exposed its gigantic teeth, and each of its claws was at least a foot long. The bear monster lifted the young man and hurled him out into the desert. He flew hundreds of yards before hitting the ground with a bounce and a further tumble into a large rock.
The bear monster covered the distance in a flash of startling speed, though when it got near, the creature shrank back into the woman, her clothing reforming after a few sparkles of magic.
"As I was saying, the blast just threw me closer to you." She said, walking over to him and prodding him with her foot. He groaned and coughed up blood.
"Oh, now I recognize you. That scent is so much clearer without gasoline mucking it up. You're one of my jailer's children." The ancient werebear known as Crea said. "You must have found out I killed your...father, I think it was, and came for revenge. Well, I'm feeling sympathetic today." She knelt next to the mortally wounded young man, grabbed his broken arm and bit into it hard enough to pull a chunk of flesh away. "If you want to live, you will let my gift turn you into what I am. However, if you don't want to accept my gift," She dropped a strongly herbal-scented bandage. "Apply that to the wound and your wounds will kill you. It's your call."
"That wasn't very nice." A disembodied voice said as Crea walked away from the injured young man.
"Shut up, Cassandra. We have a lot of ground to cover and that bastard blew up my truck." Crea replied. "I don't want to be the one leaving Lu or Lucky waiting."