Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Portland In Black 27

Noir Badarte is a necromancer with a heart of gold- and he finds himself in Portland Oregon, to find a new serial killer called the Wolf- but Portland's own insane undead have plans of their own for him.

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Black Anna stumbled backwards, grabbing Noir as she did.  She looked panicked, surprised by how badly her plan failed.  Noir felt more like a rag doll, too numb to sense any of the physicality Anna thrusted on him.

The Wolf stepped forward.  The sword he held glowed with a burning blue light.  "Really?  I thought you had this all figured out, Monster."

Black Anna's minions leapt at the Wolf.  They try to swarm him like they had Jesha before.

Noir felt Black Anna pick up speed.  He guessed that she might have some sort escape planned.  She hissed as she moved, her black ichor spraying.  Shadows obeyed her spellcraft, flying to cover her escape.

Noir glanced back.

The Wolf had become surrounded by the undead.  They tried to entangle him like they had Jesha, except this time they all look frightened of the sword he wielded.  Noir wondered when this had become more dream than reality.  Swords?  Spells?

The Necromancer finally decided he was in over his head on this one.

Black Anna screeched.  Something hit her.  It hit her hard.  Noir felt Black Anna letting go of him.  He tumbled onto the ground, rolling until he landed on his side.

Shadows parted from his vision, as a number of things all happened at once.

Darkness faded into light, revealing who had struck Black Anna.  Jesha stood there, naked, bloody and limping.  Her blow hadn't completely stopped the undead monster, but it caused Black Anna to drop him.  Jesha panted, her mouth curved up into a smile.  Purple bruising obscured part of her face.

All the undead trying to swarm over the Wolf collapsed into a pile of bodies.  Purple electricity crackled from their bodies.  Noir saw, at least from the corner of his eye, the Wolf tear apart the spells animating them all into undead.  The Wolf just took that energy away from them.

"Think you can run monster?"  The Wolf called.  He leapt up into the air.  He sailed overhead, landing in front of Black Anna.  He landed perfectly on his feet.  Energy cackled from him, tossing Black Anna onto the ground.

"Argh!"  Black Anna curled into a ball, her tattered black prom dress ripping a bit more.  She shook with fear.

Black Anna stumbled backwards, grabbing Noir as she did.  She looked panicked, surprised by how badly her plan failed.  Noir felt more like a rag doll, too numb to sense any of the physicality Anna thrusted on him.

The Wolf stepped forward.  The sword he held glowed with a burning blue light.  "Really?  I thought you had this all figured out, Monster."

Black Anna's minions leapt at the Wolf.  They try to swarm him like they had Jesha before.

Noir felt Black Anna pick up speed.  He guessed that she might have some sort escape planned.

 "Please... " Black Anna sobbed.

The Wolf stood over her.  Sword in hand.  Noir could feel a presence radiating off him.  It tasted like power and knowledge.  "You never showed mercy.  Why should I, monster?"

The Wolf sliced a neat line through Black Anna's left leg.  She tried to crawl away, but Jesha kicked at the undead girl.  Black Anna instead looked at Noir.

"And you pay your price for your crimes monster!"  The Wolf declared, his sword raised high above Black Anna.

Noir stared deep into Black Anna's eyes.  For a moment he saw past the pain.  He looked beyond the madness.  He didn't see a monster anymore.

A frightened young girl stared back at Noir.  Tears streaked down her face.  Noir tried to look away, but he couldn't.  He remembered Elle.  His Elle.  Anna had been a human being once.  So had Elle.  What would he do if Anna was his Elle?

Noir raised his arms to stop the Wolf’s swing.

He didn't know why he did it.  Noir knew it was a bad idea.  That Black Anna would just create more trouble.  She would just do the same thing again.  And again.  She was a mad dog, a monster.

"Please."  Noir stopped the Wolf's sword.  "Spare her.  Please..."

Noir started to cough.  His body shook from the effort he expended.

"Noir?  What are you doing?"  He heard Jesha ask, her tone muffled by the bruises and puffiness in her face.

"She's a Monster, Necromancer.  Don't be tricked by an illusion."  The Wolf’s tone sounded gruff and unyielding.

"Necrokinetic."  Noir corrected.

"What?"  The Wolf asked.

"I prefer... Necrokin... Tic..."  After that, Noir fell over.  Before blackness embraced him, Noir could hear the Wolf chuckle.

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