Re: Dystopia - CHAPTER 5
Khang took the mace from the Chimera, and immediately a hissing filled his mind.
THEY VIOLATED ME!!! Stigmata screeched into his mind. Khang inspected the implanted weapon, and began howling with laughter. He flung his head back and cackled, his metallic body shaking with mirth. The Chimera's stared on, bemused as the Ego-Ranger bent over, holding his chest.
"..Wh-wh-whew. Oh, Ruinous Powers, that's funny..." He looked at the hilt again, subsided into giggling.
What about this is funny, Mortal? Tell me now before I wring your neck and subject you to eternal torment. Khang simply shook his head, still chuckling.
"Pah, it's an improvement. Maybe now you'll do better against little women. Fire the Arse Missiles!" He broke down again, pushed over by his own joke. Stigmata screeched into his mind wordlessly in rage. He recovered quicker this time, blocking out the mental verbal assault.
"Are you ready,...Khang was it?" Khang shook his head, thinking. He recalled his first kill, a exiled dwarf driving a steam tank. The thing had pulverised half of Khang's tribe, cackling maniacally before the warpworms closed and tore it to shreds. He had screamed at Khang,
"May you all bear the curse of Krom Thundercliff!"
"Khang is dead. I am Krom." He hefted his new weapons, spinning the barrel.
"One other thing, though. I need knives. Five to nine, different shapes. Butchers, cleavers, hell, butterknives will do." Wombat's mouth twitched up on one side.
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Krom strode out of the garage entrance, thinking on how much had changed since he had entered. He felt so much more powerful, yet he had lost his faith. With a body not affected by Nurgle's decay, it was possible he would not suffer eternal torture for betraying the God. A lifetime of slaughter or death wasn't a choice, it was a gift, to a Beastman. Not that Krom was grateful. The "Kernal", "Arkehtiep" had taken his life and restored it, that sort of power over him Krom did not appreciate.
He stepped onto the cracked sidewalk, and stopped. The team of Chimera's looked at him questioningly. He waved his hand vaguely at them, sniffing. Blood and smoke obscured all, even to his newly enhanced senses. He shrugged and continued, gravel and asphalt crunching under his tread. Behind him, the Chimera team had dispersed, following him discretely. His advanced eyes caught only glimpses of them. Krom snorted. They could sneak all they wanted, Krom would have all the fun. He booted a torn corpse away with his foot and stepped onto the sidewalk in front of a burnt out husk of a building. The door swung inward, creaking on it's single attached hinge. Inside, ash coated the air and everything besides. A sofa lay overturned, and charred corpses were draped over it.
Krom crossed the room, kicking in another door and inspecting the stairs beyond. They seemed solid, but there was a gaping hole in the wall, as if a catapult had hit the building. Krom stepped tentatively, and was reassured by the lack of creaking. He took them up, two at a time, and emerged on the second floor. Most of it had collapsed, and an entire corner of the building was reduced to rubble. Krom stepped to the edge, peering out across the desolate city. Several plumes of smoke dotted the sky, and craters pockmarked the streets.
Yeeeeeeeeeeech... A cry of rage and despair reached him. His enhanced senses narrowed in on the location, a feral grin sprouting on his face. He lept from the second floor, smashing through the window of the neighboring building. He rolled and came up running, barreling through another door. He entered a long hallway, with windows along the wall looking down on the street below. Without hesitation Krom dove out the nearest one, casting shattered glass everywhere. He flexed his knees to absorb the impact, and sprinted off. Behind him came wary calls from the Chimera's. Krom raised his hand without looking back.
"Follow me, little women. Watch the Gamma king blood himself." Without further comment or parley, he leaped over the trunk of a guttering wreck and ran off.
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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH! The cry of rage was closer, much closer. The Hunter had seen him, and Krom had seen it. It stalked the upper floor of an old factory, waiting for him to come.
"Hide like a weasel, and I shall stomp you like one." The factories double doors lay on the floor, already blasted apart by some machine of war. These humans had them aplenty, too weak to do their own fighting. Krom strode across the tiled, scuffed floor, past the check-in desk and down the hall. Up a wide stair, left again, right, bounding around corners and over bodies and charred furniture. Krom finally came to the double doors leading onto the factory floor. He slowed, cautiously pushing them aside. The Hunter made no sound, hiding somewhere within.
The floor was decimated, conveyor belts smoking, gaping holes in the floor. The light of the setting sun filtered in through smashed windows, casting twisted patterns on the ruined floor. A hiss echoed around the spacious room, giving no location away.
"When you finish your piss, I'll be waiting over there." Krom remarked sarcastically, sitting on a hulking wreck of some purposeless machinery. The Hunter hissed in reply, much louder now. He scanned the wreckage, and spotted the dark silhouette, crawling slowly towards him. Krom did not act, simply pretending to scan further, keeping the creature in his peripherals. It crawled ever closer, freezing only when he passed his gaze over it. He almost lost it several times as it wound through gutted machines and under the immense, lifeless hulks hanging from chains attached to metal bars snaking through the factory floor.
He nonchalantly drew the first knife of thirteen from his belt. It was small, about the size of a pocket knife, with a heavier blade than the light hilt. He toyed with it, watching the Hunter draw ever closer. He tensed inwardly, waiting. It tensed, about to leap-..
The scuff of a boot froze the Hunter.
CARELESS! Krom thought, and hurled the throwing knife. It slid into the Hunter's eye-socket with a almost silent
snick! The form crumpled, letting out a rattling exhale. Krom lept upon it, and snapped it's neck.
"Careless!" He called at the Chimera team waiting at the door. They filed in, guns warily pointing at the limp form of the Hunter.
"Really? You insult me. It's de-" The form bucked beneath him, it's remaining eye flying open and staring daggers at Krom. The Gamma snarled and raised his fist. The Hunter's talons slid into the gap between his torso and shoulder-piece, drawing a cry of rage from the Beastman. Letting out a furious roar, he brought his fist down and punched the Hunter with all his might.
The skull caved in, brain matter and blood splattering across the dusty floor, making a clotted blood-red sludge as it mixed with the ash. Krom repeatedly smashed the Hunter, reducing its head into so much mush. He retrieved the knife from the mess and hung it from his belt again. Bending over, he snatched up a large piece of brain and began chewing on it. The lead Chimera, Wombat gestured at Krom's meal, grinning.
"Irony." She said.
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Krom sprinted after the Hunter, shouting curses at it, brandishing Stigmata at it. Behind him followed the Chimera's, easily matching his pace. The Hunter bounded around a corner, disappearing down a dark alley. Krom rounded the corner, feet pounding against the concrete. The Hunter leaped at him, knocking him over with it;s momentum. It clawed at Krom, armored plates easily deflecting the sharpened blades. He jammed the AW-20 under it's chin,
Kill. He thought. A spark flickered from the shoulder-joint, but the barrel remained stationary. The Hunter slashed at Krom's face, drawing blood. Cursing, he brought his knees up and hit the hunter from behind. It hurtled over him, landing in the middle of the street in a crumpled heap. Krom rolled over onto his stomach, and pulled himself up into a sprint. The Hunter recovered remarkably fast, untangling and standing up, casting about for it's would-be prey. Sighting Krom, it hissed and began to lope at him. From the Chimera's point of view, it looked like a freight train playing chicken with a bicycle. The AW-20 retracted as Krom two-handed the possessed mace. He stopped right before collision, spinning around and swinging the mace like a star baseball player. The Hunter rolled beneath the blow...
...and came up into Krom's pistoning fist. The force behind the punch flung the Hunter back, smashing into the brick wall of the nearest building, leaving an impressive crater. Krom sauntered over to the dazed beast, raising his foot, he nonchalantly stamped both it's knee's inward, exposing bone. Blood sprayed across the cement, and the Hunter howled with rage. Krom swatted it's hands away and kicked in it's right shoulder. With a beautiful
crack it dislocated. Its right hand spasmed, the Hunter ignoring it and trying with it's left. Krom caught the hand, and squeezed hard enough to break bone. The delicate finger-bones were reduced to shards. The Hunter, utterly immobile, wriggled its torso quite humorously, glaring up at Krom. There was no sanity, only fury in those eyes.
He picked the Hunter up by it's tattered hoodie, bringing it up to his level and staring back at it. The Chimera's looked on, bemused as the Beastman simply stared into the Hunter's eyes. Finally, Krom grabbed it's leg, and swung it like his mace into the side of the building. It smacked pitifully against the wall, spine breaking. Any human would have died long ago, but the Hunter simply howled louder. Well, except when it's fractured vertebrae pierced it's lungs, popping them like ballons. It gurgled commendably loud after that. Krom stopped bashing the thing and hoisted it over his shoulders, like a sack of potatoes. It opened it mouth, attempting to sink it's teeth into his fingers. Before it could get a firm grip, Krom brought the body down onto the front of the nearest car, shattering the windshield with its face. Krom clambered onto the front of the car, taking the Hunter's head and slamming it repeatedly against the hood, leaving large dents along the front. Each time, the Hunter's eyes moved, twitching at Krom, and he smashed it down again. Eventually, he realized that the twitching was likely a result of the beating.
Krom hopped off the car and dragged the Hunter's still-twitching corpse unto the pavement. He bent over, and drew the combat knife from his belt, digging into the flesh at the knee-joint. The Chimera's approached. After some determined kicking and hacking, he severed the knee, then went to the hip. Minute passed, and he finally freed the leg from the Hunter's remains. Krom put the leg on the hood of the car and carved at it, back turned to the Chimeras. Wombat approached, curious. Krom turned suddenly and held the leg out to her, foot-first.
"Pull." He said. After a confused glance, she complied, and they tugged determinedly at it. The leg came apart, the splintered knee tearing at the determined tugging. Krom went back to carving the leg up, before holding one part out to Wombat, repeating the command. Finally, with a wet
shhhhhlick! the flesh slid off, exposing the red-stained bone beneath. Krom cracked the femur in half, and began sucking at the marrow within. Without notice he turned and strode off, bone hanging from his mouth like an absurd cigar.
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The machine was brutal. There was no other, fitter word. He was
born to kill.
The next kills went smoothly, each one more gruesome than the next. They tracked a lone Hunter to a park in the center of the city. As they were about to attack, another Hunter pounced on the first. As it tore into the first one's flesh, Krom approached from behind. He was about to leap on top of both of them, but he was struck with inspiration. He turned to the Chimeras, ordering one to hand him her weapon. After deliberation, Wombat confirmed and Krom took the P-90. He approached from behind, quitely. The first Hunter was on all-fours, bent over, biting into the prone Hunter's neck. Krom slid the seat of the top Hunter's pants and insterted the P-90's barrel. He proceded to sodomize/head-shot both beasts at once.
The next two were almost boring, having set the standard for stylish killing with the first four. The fifth Hunter attacked, and Krom simply crushed it's skull in his fist. The sixth was pinned beneath a collapsed girder in the basement of a nearly-obliterated video shop. Krom simply stood on the girder, watching his weight bisect the creature. Its top half wriggled out and Krom leaped onto its head before it could attack. It was similary to rolling a toothpaste tube up with the cap on. The final, however, was perhaps the most spectacular. Krom was strolling down the side-walk, Chimera team in tow, when he tensed, and sprinted off down an alley. The Chimera team followed, chasing him at breakneck speed through the cities. He sprinted tirelessly for almost an entire mile, coming to a tall, eight-story building near the entrance to the Underbase. The building leaned visibly to the right, yet Krom did not even slow before smashing the glass in and hopping through.
"Wait here." Krom motioned for them to stay, before turning and rushing across the floor to the stairs. He took them two at a time, his new, enhanced body easily coping with the strenuous excersize. Krom paused at each story, ear pressed against the door. The squeak of boots reached him, and he scowled. The beastman redoubled his efforts, almost flying up the stairs. He heard scuffling on the other side of the door on the seventh floor, and withou hesitation barged in. He entered some sort of office-room, the cubicles silently occupying most of the room. Paper was scattered all over, office supplies lying discarded on the floor. Some of the cubicle walls had collapsed, and the building slanted upwards severely.
Krom jogged through the cubicles, homing in on the moving sounds. A deep rumbling, as if a ox had the cold reached him, coming from an office with glass walls and drawn curtains. Pausing only a second to ready his mace, Krom dove through the glass windows, rolling and coming up in front of a....what exactly?
A fat toad-like creature sat upon a small pile of corpses, one of which was the Hunter Krom sought. It's eyes had glazed over, yet lost none of their fury, despite it's head having been cracked open like an egg. The toady creature stuck it's hand into the Hunter's skull again, shoveling the grey matter greedily into it's mouth. It seemed to notice Krom for the first time, and it gurgled at him.
"Who?" It said simply. Krom stared, bewildered at the creature. Behind him the crunch of feet on glass signalled the approach of the Chimera team. Krom looked at them, and the lethal inspiration entered his eyes once more. The fat thing rose, wobbling slightly, moaning loudly. It staggered towards Krom, and Krom threw his arms out, as if embracing the toad. It stumbled slightly, and Krom bent over, charging it. Wombat realized his intentions and shouted, but momentum would have it's way. The eight-foot tall Gamma barrelled into the thing at high speed, pushing it backwards at high enough speed to shatter the window, sending both of them over the edge to fall to the street below. Wombat rushed to the edge, looking down upon the pair as they fell. Krom maintained his grip on the toad, manuevering until his feet were pressing the still-moaning beast's chest, as they picked up speed. In a matter of moments, they hit the ground.
The only way to describe the impact was
explosion. It threw up a
plume pf gore, flining the former beastman against the wall, seven stories below. Wombat and the Chimera's rushed down the stairs, and raced out into the street, Wombat at the front. She through the five meter radius of gore, feet squelching unpleasantly on the late toad-thing's insides. The beastman lay shivering in against the wall of the building.
No, not shivering,
laughing.
(OOC: Hunting trip with Aunt Wombat.)
