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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Aug 13, 2010 6:08:06 GMT -5
Dante didn't hesitate. He shot forward, bent at the waist and caught Nixx, his shoulder slamming into the man's stomach and crashed him against the wall, the momentum making the man's feet dance in the air a bit.
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Post by Koops on Aug 13, 2010 6:10:41 GMT -5
"AGH! Fuck!" Nixx hissed, his head beginning to pound from the feeling of it being slammed into the wall. He snarled in anger and pain, elbowing Dante across the head and knocking him away. He grabbed his head, rubbing it and wincing, his ears ringing. He shook the feeling off and heading straight for Dante, looking ready to pummel him at this point.
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Aug 13, 2010 6:16:05 GMT -5
Dante stumbled away with a grunt. Well, there two lumps on his head.
He looked up at Nixx and couldn't help but snort out in laughter. The man looked pissed. Like, really pissed.
If Dante was smart he was sure he would have been at least a little scared, but he guessed he was pretty dumb because all could could do was stand there with a wide smile on his face.
He rushed forward, his fist cocked back and ready to strike the man across his face.
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Post by Koops on Aug 13, 2010 6:19:25 GMT -5
He caught Dante's fist, pulled the man close and then head-butted him, knocking his body back and down to the ground. Nixx even recoiled a little, stumbling backward from the force of his action. They were both going to have some really bad headaches.
Nixx looked back at the half-breed, staring at him curiously to see if he was still concious or not.
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Aug 13, 2010 6:46:33 GMT -5
Dante hit the ground hard; his vision blacked out for a long moment before returning, and when it did the world was spinning. He struggled to lift his head, laughing when he realized there were three Nixx's staring at him.
"Fucking....hard...head.." He muttered before his head hit the concrete again and the world went black.
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Post by Koops on Aug 13, 2010 13:15:54 GMT -5
The other man sunk down to the ground to and just held his head in his hands for a while, he felt nausceous, damn, that had fucking hurt like a bitch, he wouldn't do that again. Nixx stood after a while and lifted Dante, taking him into the back room and laying him down on the small single bed in there.
He stared at him for a while before he turned away and left the room, deciding that it was time to get some shit done now that Dante was knocked out.
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Aug 13, 2010 13:28:35 GMT -5
For a good three hours Dante sleep.
Lost in a blissful black slumber, nothing breaking through the void of his mind.
Then suddenly he grunted in his sleep, his hands fisting at his side.
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Post by Koops on Aug 13, 2010 13:31:04 GMT -5
Nixx walked in about this time, to come in and check on the other man and make sure he hadn't died or anyhting along those lines. He blinked and then walked forward, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and looking down at him.
Slowly he stretched his large hand out and rested it against his face, touching him gently to check for an signs of fever.
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Aug 13, 2010 13:48:34 GMT -5
Dante jerked away from the touch with a hiss, his fangs elongating.
In the recesses of his mind it had been another's touch he had jerked away from though; and he was no longer a strong, capable man, but a cowering scared child.
"Look at how scrawny the little brat is. You expect me to believe that he's not as weak as he looks?"
Dante bared his fangs again, trying to jerk his chin out of his Handler's grasp, but the man dealt him a blow to the skull that had him slumping forward like a limp noodle. The man jerked his face around again, his red eyes narrowed in aggrivation.
"No way he could win." The man in the business suit said in disgust, looking over Dante's frail, nude body. "You're losing your money on that one, just throw him out to the dogs."
Dante's eyes widened in fear, his entire body beginning to shake as a horrific image of his skin and bone being ripped apart by the 'dogs'.
"I'm telling you!" The Handler released Dante and the boy scurried as far away from the two men as the chain and collar attached to his neck would let him. "He may look weak but he's a devil when he's let lose. I can guarantee you that you won't regret it."
The man tsked before turning to look at Dante again. He finally rolled his eyes and let out an annoyed sound. "Fine!" He hissed, jerking the Handler towards him, the man's feet leaving the ground. "But don't fuck up. I have a lot of money running on this." With a final glare at Dante the man stormed from the small concrete room.
The Handler did a ridiculous little dance before turning his wild gaze to Dante, who lowered his head.
"You heard him." The man bit out with disgust in his eyes. "Don't fuck this up or I'll throw you to the dogs."
He barged from the room and Dante relaxed, or at least as much as he could considering, and lay his forehead against his knees as the dimly glowing light blinked out of existence.
((((Im not done..lol..i just didnt know if u wanted to put something in b4 i finished))
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Post by Koops on Aug 13, 2010 13:51:34 GMT -5
Nixx flinched a little as he felt the dream entering his mind. He moved his hand down and gripped Dante's wrist instead and just closed his eyes, wanting to see what else would happen. He swallowed hard, wondering if Dante would be angry at him for this later.
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Aug 13, 2010 14:34:26 GMT -5
Dante's jerked backwards as the door to the cell opened, squinting against the light that spilled through.
The Handler walked with determined steps towards him and Dante began to fight against the chain, crying out in frustration and fear.
The Handler back handed him across the face hard, causing Dante to slump against the concrete, earning him a few more scrapes and bruises.
The man fished a key from his pocket and unlocked the dead bolt connecting the chain to the collar. As the chain dropped away Dante attempted to scurry away but the man kicked him hard in the ribs before pulling him up and slinging him over his shoulder.
Dante's vision fuzzed in and out as he was carried from the room, and suddenly he found himself outside, in a large kennel.
The boy cried out in horror, flinging around on the man's shoulder.
The Handler swore sharply before throwing the boy to the ground and Dante's wide eyes jerked to where a low growl had sounded.
He let lose a hoarse scream as the were's charged him, jerking back on they're leashes just before they could reach his face.
Dante began to cry, scampering backwards with little whimpers and the Handler bent down to him.
"I always find it amazing how fast they turn on they're own when they're starved and driven mad." He whispered in Dante's ear, and the boy looked down at his hand, at the human skull that he had brushed against.
He whimpered again and pushed it away from him.
"You don't win tonight, I'll toss them to you and not even glance back." The Handler said before jerking Dante around, his face inches from his own.
"Your mother sold you to me because you are nothing but a worthless breathing stain on her life. You were a freak, you know. A runt and you barely made it past your first night. If I were her I would have killed you the moment you had come out of my body. Pity not everyone can be as compassionate as me." He bit out before jerking the boy up once again and leaving the area, entering the old run down building once again.
"I got a high bidder tonight, so I don't want none of your bullshit, you understand?!" He barked and Dante simply hung over his shoulder limply and in shock.
Suddenly he was dropped to the ground, and Dante could already hear the impatient cries of the people in the other room.
He felt a new pretense suddenly, and lifted his gaze to see the man with glowing red eyes staring down at him. His first instinct was to run; but the man stepped on his stomach, crushing him against the floor as he brought his own wrist to his fangs and bit deep.
Dante twisted under the man's foot despertly, turning his head away when the man's wrist came close. His Handler fisted his hand in his hair and turned his head into the man's wrist, coppery blood spilling past Dante's lips and down his throat.
The boy choked under the heavy spill and the Handler laughed.
"No one ever suspects." He mused aloud. "After all, vampire blood will only make another immortal sick." He bent down towards him, his vile breath hot on his cheek. "I wish you could see yourself when you were a baby. We thought you would die the first night we forced it down your throat. But surprisingly you survived. A little every night and you eventually became accustomed to it. And now you're our greatest asset. Who would have thought?" He let out a barking laugh before the vampire pulled away and Dante felt the rush of power surge through his veins. His eyes took on a faint red glow before returning to they're normal brown and he felt his wounds begin to heal where he had been beaten earlier.
He was jerked up by his hair, and the door before him was opened, the blinding light beyond making him squint against the glare.
He was shoved inside, and lifted, various hands passing him over the crowd before he was dumped in the center of the room.
Dante felt on his hands and knees, his head jerking up to find a demon boy; beat and bloodied as well, standing before him.
The other boy was taller than him by at least a foot, and Dante quickly scrambled to his feet as the boy surged forward, his fist clenched tight.
He landed a hard blow against Dante's cheek, and he jerked back from the coil, feeling a fresh bruise form.
The rage filled him then, the surge of vampire blood making him half crazed and like a wild animal he lept through the air with a cry, landing atop the demon boy and beginning to pummel his fist into the boys face until it was nothing but mush against the concrete.
He was punching the floor when his Handler jerked him back, the crowds cry of triumph loud in his ears.
"Keep your sense, boy. You're not done yet."
Dante stumbled as his Handler released him, turning as he heard a loud roar behind him.
His mouth hung gaping wide and his eyes stared up in horror at the large creature that was before him.
It was at least seven feet tall and had a wide, barrel chest and jutting horns that were almost as long as Dante's arm.
Dante was frozen in terror and before he could move the creature was racing towards him.
At the last minute Dante jerked left, rolling away on the floor.
He couldn't win against this thing. Not even the vampire blood would be strong enough.
Suddenly a large hand came around his neck and Dante was lifted from the ground, his feet dangling in the air.
The creature brought him close to his face, his putrid breath falling over Dante and actually making him retch up the tiny bit of bread he had had over the past three days. The demon howled in outrage and slung him down to the concrete, and Dante heard a loud crack before the world went dim.
He was vaguely aware of various things at that time, the sensation of something warm and wet rushing around his face, and the crowd's loud cheer, followed by his Handler's hoarse cry of outrage.
He slipped into unconsciousness then.
Dante next came awake and blinked his eyes, gazing at the pouring rain and darkness around him.
He felt the wet grass beneath his body and with a groan tried to pull himself to his feet. The world spun as he stood, and he almost fell down once again but leaned on a tree for support. He felt something wet trickle down his neck and touched it, looking at his fingers and seeing red.
How had he not died?
Stumbling forward he froze at the sound of a howl. Crying out he began to rush forward, stumbling to his hands and knees and crawling when he could no longer stand.
"What?!"
Dante jerked around with a gasp, seeing first red eyes in they darkness before the familiar face of the vampire appeared. "You are still alive? How?!"
Dante surged to his feet, racing forward and trying to escape the vampire's grasp; then was jerked back against a solid chest before red eyes and sharp fangs descended to his throat.
Dante jerked awake with a bellow of both fear and hatred. Suddenly he had Nixx on his back and straddling him, his hands tight around the man's throat.
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Post by Koops on Aug 13, 2010 14:43:45 GMT -5
He choked back a gasp of shock and laid there beneath Dante, staring up at him. He relaxed, claming down his breathing and looking up at the other man curiously before raising his hands and grasping Dante's wrists.
Nixx started to sit up, his eyes half-lidded at all of the stuff he had just seen. There had been a power surge between the both of them, he knew that for sure. He supposed that they'd momentarily magically connected due to the strength of the dream.
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Aug 13, 2010 14:50:12 GMT -5
Dante stared down at Nixx a good minute before he realized that it was him. His eyes widened and he looked around him at the room, a tear slipping past his eye and sliding down his nose. Dante jerked back like the single droplet had been scorching hot.
He jumped off of the man, stumbling back until he bumped into a wall. He pushed off of it and wiped the wetness from his face.
"I...I'm sorry.." He stuttered. "I was...dream..." Still looking shaken he shook his head jerkily before rushing out of the room. "Back to bar." He bit out and hurriedly left the garage, completely forgetting about his cloths.
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Post by Koops on Aug 13, 2010 14:56:23 GMT -5
"Hey! Dante!" Nixx called after him, trying to get up but tripping and flailing around a little. He huffed and ran out of the room but when he got into the main part of the garage Dante was already out of there.
He rubbed his head again and then took a seat. He'd have to drop Dante's clothing off for him at the bar later on, no big deal he guessed. And he'd pretend he hadn't witnessed the other man crying, he'd at least give him that, he didn't want to humiliate the half-breed completely.
"Fuck..." Nixx swore. Was what he had seen real? It had to be, it looked incredibly plausible and it had affected Dante quite a bit when he woke up from it. He sighed, that was horrible, what a horrible childhood. And Nixx had been making fun of him without care all this time... Now he felt like a real prick.
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Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Aug 13, 2010 15:07:14 GMT -5
((haha when u say he was flailing i can't help but get a pic of a fish flopping around out of water and i see nixx with his arms at his side and bobbing around making a O with his mouth bahahahaha))
Dante entered the bar and walked straight to the bottles of tequilla and drowned a large gulp. He leaned against the wall with a sigh, staring off into space.
It had been so long since he had had a dream about his past. He had actually thought he had been free from the terror of it but he guessed not. Taking another swig Dante suddenly felt dirty all over.
Hissing he took the bottle with him upstairs, stripping and entering his shower. He turned the water on as hot as it could get and needed it even hotter. His skin was red and stinging yet it still wasn't enough.
With an angry grow he punched the wall of the shower, creating a large sized crack before resting his forehead against it and letting the water roll over him.
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