New OOC
The lights were off, the million fire fly lights of the city before them, stretching too the sea. The sun having dipped below the horizon and its last rays giving an amber glow across the cityscape. The skyline a forming a Van Gogh of pinks and reds as the milky white clouds swam over head in their intricate courses. Formless figure skaters tracing and retracing their old pathways across the heavens. The low hum of a car engine, a 69' Mustang, new, its sleek black frame and brown leather seats without a flick of grit. The radio played a slow jazzy romance track that had recently taken over the airwaves. The male singers verses and smooth guitar coaxed the ears of the duo grappling in the back seat. The swirl of their tongues and noise of their kissing filling the vehicle. The young man laid on top of the smaller, almost petite, female wearing a knee length skirt and black coat. A uniform for the local all girls boarding school. The boy wore a brown leather jacket, plaid shirt, and blue jeans. His neck length long hair and muscled features lent him out to be of the stereotypical jock type figure. The young man's hands slowly worked their way down, cupping and tracing along his partner's delicate frame. Finally vanishing under the hem of her skirt. Immediately her legs tensed and she squeezed them together. An arm shot out to grab his.
"I-I'm not ready Steve." She said softly. He retracted an inch, "What?" His initial surprise turning to frustration as his eyes furrowed. "You told me last time you'd be ready Marsha." He sat back in the leather cushion. Marsha looked down and pulled the hem of her skirt down further. "I'm sorr---."
"Sorry? God. Why are we even out here!" Steve straightened and turned half way away from her. Pulling out a pack of Marlboro reds and in a smooth, practiced, motion he lit the end of the cigarette. Puffing out a cloud of smoke after quickly inhaling. Marsha tried to lean over, he recoiled and gave her a glare, tears welled in her eyes.
Steve and Marsha pitched forward abruptly. The car had moved like something had hit it abruptly. Marsha looked about in shock and grasped the door and seat. Letting out a frightened squeal of a cry. Steven flicked his head from left to right. "What the fuck!" Steve shot out of the car as he flung open the door and stepped out. He walked around to the back of the vehicle. There was no damage. Steve leaned down, were those foot prints by the bumper, he squinted. Marsha looked back just in time to see Steve's body abruptly be propelled forward as a dark shape emerged from behind him. Steve's face smacked the steel bumper once, twice, and three times. His nose breaking. Teeth cracking and breaking. Skull split. Blood pooled from his destroyed face and along the back of the car. The dark shape stood up, grasped Steve's body, and physically threw it. It crashed through the back window. Crumpling head first into the drivers seat and floor. His arms and legs settling grotesquely around and behind him. Showering Marsha in glass fragments. She screamed. Small cuts on her arms and face. She instinctively grabbed the door handle and forgetting that she was leaning so far. She fell out of the vehicle. Letting out a piercing scream as her back hit the brown dirt of the pull off near the asphalt road. Scampering back on her hands and feet she bawled as the dark shape came around the car. The shadow materializing into that of a man in a black jacket and bald head. His eyes glowed a soft red. Fangs resting on his bottom lip.
"Don't worry. I'm going to fuck you first." said the man in a raspy, phlegmy, hoarse voice as he glowered down at her. She continued to crawl back crying, unable to take his eyes off the stranger, her face flush red. The man began to take slow steps. Lanky arms unbuckling his small brown leather belt. The sound of his zipper coming undone.
Blood and gore showered Marsha. The stranger looked down. His stomach sporting a finger sized hole. "In the name of the Father." A third voice came from behind the stranger. The stranger wheeled around and Marsha saw a man dressed in black with a white collar. The man with precision opened and closed the breach of his rifle. A second finger sized hole punched through the strangers neck. "In the name of the Son." said the third man as the stranger staggered back. Nearly falling. Blood splattering onto the ground from the gaping neck wound. A third hole burst from the back of the strangers head. Causing him to sprawl onto his back. "In the name of the Holy Spirit." The third man walked from behind the vehicle and placed a foot on the fanged strangers chest. "Amen," Pulling out a small black book embossed with silver letters the man opened to a seemingly random page.
"Most Glorious Prince of the Heavenly Armies,
Saint Michael the Archangel
defend us in our battle against the principalities and powers,
against the rulers of this world of darkness,
against the spirits of wickedness and high places."
The man threw down the rifle and from his robes he pulled out a wooden stake. "In the name of the Lord. Amen!" The third man plunged the wooden stake into the fanged strangers heart. Who let out an ear splitting wail before being silenced. Stepping back. The third man pulled out a small flask and poured the black viscous liquid over the fanged stranger. Pulling out a lighter he flicked on the pilot light and tossed it onto the corpse. Immediately the body erupted into flame. For the first time Marsha caught a good look at the third man. He wore the collar of a priest. A cross dangling across his chest. A small bible in his left hand. On the right breast of his small black suit their was a small stiched symbol. An eye with rays of light and a sword. The Holy Inquisition.
July, 2017
The 69' Mustang parked out in the front of the small rural home at the edge of the Mojave not only looked out of place. It was compared to the beat up Ford 1970's model red truck next to it. The latter's chassis so beat up a mechanic wouldn't be able to guess the model year without scrutiny. Moving the to the door of the small home. The white paint chipping and cracked. You would esily notice the hinges had been broken by a sudden impact. Walking into the tiny foyer the rugs had been swept aside by sudden foot falls. A table had been overturned. Shattered plates and broken silverware covered the lanoleum floor. The corpse of a middle aged woman with a kitchen knife stuck in her back lay slumped over a ratty, dirty, dark green couch. Several gunshot holes pockmarked the walls. Thud.
The door to the basement crashed open and out stepped a man with raven black hair. Dark eyes. Pale skin. A black armani suit with tapered black dress pants complete with matching shoes stepped out. Dragging a pale man covered in his own blood. He gasped and moaned in agony as the raven haired man hauled him up the small wooden stairs. A ray of light caught the bloody man's arm and he shrieked as it began to steam. The raven haired man kicked open the front door. The ruined door with its already broken hinges from a forced entry now crashed onto the brown, dead, lawn. The raven haired man dragged the groaning man out and once the sunlight touched him he began to wail in utter agony. His skin blackening, blistering, steaming, eventually small flames began to appear on his exposed skin as whatever unnatural power that had kept him alive now vanished. The raven haired man let go and dusted off his hands as he watched his victim turn to a smoldering pile of ash and bone.
Pulling out a small black phone he flipped it open and speed dialed the number zero. Raising it to his ear a man's voice came over the line. "Medorna."
"It's done." replied the raven haired man.
"Good work John. Clean up is on the way. Be like nothing ever happened." replied Medorna. John hung up the phone and looked about the dead lawn. The smoldering ash pile and looked up at the mid day sun. He needed to rest, for he felt that later, the real work would begin.
The 69 Mustang roared to life and rocketed down the grey asphalt road in the direction of the glittering towers and expansive cityscape of the Los Angeles.
Night would be coming soon....