Post by Vincent on Jan 6, 2015 23:39:31 GMT
"Repent, Sinners! The time of His judgement is upon us!" An old priest stands in the rain at the corner of Cambie and Hastings, preaching to anyone who will listen. No one does. Although this is usually a fairly busy area, there are very few people out. The rising violence amongst the gangs was keeping most people in hiding. Nothing would keep the preacher from his sermon, but that was not the only reason he was out tonight.
Meanwhile, in a small park across the road, two figures met in the fog. "Thanks for coming," The first figure rasps. "I assure you, this is important."
"It would have to be, for you to show up in person. It's not often that you show your face above ground."
"There is a member of the black hand on the island." The figure begins to cough, as if choking on his words.
"Is that so?"
"Yes, yes. His name is Vicillis." The figure begins to wheeze, then stops to catch his breath. "Ertai just found out that he is there."
"That's right, one of Drake's childer came by the library and told Ertai about him. I didn't realize that he was a member of the hand."
"Yes, he is. Ertai must not interrupt Vicillis' work."
"Ah, I see. That explains why I'm here. I will do what is needed." The cloaked figure looks past his liaison to the old priest, who was now crossing the road. "It appears we have company."
The two figures turn toward the old man, unsure of his intentions. Just then, a pack of wolves come rushing up the road toward the priest, surrounding him. The priest pulls a silver cross from within his jacket, holding it out in front of him. "Back, foul hell beasts!"
The wolves backed up, lest the old man try to burn them with his relic. The two figures in the park quickly turned away and began to run, repulsed by the priest's faith channeled through the cross. The old man pulled a sawed-off shotgun from under his trench coat, unloading on the wolves. One wolf flew backward, the buckshot tearing into it's skin. Then another. The other wolves began to close in on the old man. He drops the shotgun and pulls out a revolver. The first shot misses it's mark, hitting a wolf in the ear. Another wolf comes up from behind the old man, biting his ankle. The old man looses his balance and falls to the ground. The wolves begin to circle the old man, now defenseless. Just then, a young girl rushes out from an alley brandishing a glowing white sword. The wolves are caught off guard, and she quickly dispatches two of them before they realize she is there. The rest run off, back toward Stanley park.
The young girl picks the old man up off the ground.
"What are you doing out here, my little lamb? Haven't I warned you about the dangers of this wicked world?"
"I came here to save you, Dad. You are too old to keep hunting.. and please, stop calling me that. I'm not a child, you know."
"Yes, I know, Angela. I'm sorry. There is so much evil in the world.. I just can't stand the idea of losing you to it."
"I know, I know. This isn't like the old days, Dad. I don't hunt alone like you, I have friends to back me up. I will be fine."
"Is that so? And what of your mark? Have you slain the wretch?"
"No, when I made my move, the place was empty. I don't know how she saw me coming, or if someone beat me to it."
"Very well. Continue on to your next mark, then."
"Yes, Daddy."
Meanwhile, in a small park across the road, two figures met in the fog. "Thanks for coming," The first figure rasps. "I assure you, this is important."
"It would have to be, for you to show up in person. It's not often that you show your face above ground."
"There is a member of the black hand on the island." The figure begins to cough, as if choking on his words.
"Is that so?"
"Yes, yes. His name is Vicillis." The figure begins to wheeze, then stops to catch his breath. "Ertai just found out that he is there."
"That's right, one of Drake's childer came by the library and told Ertai about him. I didn't realize that he was a member of the hand."
"Yes, he is. Ertai must not interrupt Vicillis' work."
"Ah, I see. That explains why I'm here. I will do what is needed." The cloaked figure looks past his liaison to the old priest, who was now crossing the road. "It appears we have company."
The two figures turn toward the old man, unsure of his intentions. Just then, a pack of wolves come rushing up the road toward the priest, surrounding him. The priest pulls a silver cross from within his jacket, holding it out in front of him. "Back, foul hell beasts!"
The wolves backed up, lest the old man try to burn them with his relic. The two figures in the park quickly turned away and began to run, repulsed by the priest's faith channeled through the cross. The old man pulled a sawed-off shotgun from under his trench coat, unloading on the wolves. One wolf flew backward, the buckshot tearing into it's skin. Then another. The other wolves began to close in on the old man. He drops the shotgun and pulls out a revolver. The first shot misses it's mark, hitting a wolf in the ear. Another wolf comes up from behind the old man, biting his ankle. The old man looses his balance and falls to the ground. The wolves begin to circle the old man, now defenseless. Just then, a young girl rushes out from an alley brandishing a glowing white sword. The wolves are caught off guard, and she quickly dispatches two of them before they realize she is there. The rest run off, back toward Stanley park.
The young girl picks the old man up off the ground.
"What are you doing out here, my little lamb? Haven't I warned you about the dangers of this wicked world?"
"I came here to save you, Dad. You are too old to keep hunting.. and please, stop calling me that. I'm not a child, you know."
"Yes, I know, Angela. I'm sorry. There is so much evil in the world.. I just can't stand the idea of losing you to it."
"I know, I know. This isn't like the old days, Dad. I don't hunt alone like you, I have friends to back me up. I will be fine."
"Is that so? And what of your mark? Have you slain the wretch?"
"No, when I made my move, the place was empty. I don't know how she saw me coming, or if someone beat me to it."
"Very well. Continue on to your next mark, then."
"Yes, Daddy."