Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Descent: Child of Shadows ❯ Chapter 23
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By: shanejayell 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.22.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 218 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.22.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 218 | Status: Completed
Descent, Childe of Shadows
Alex Conner swept the street with her eyes as the police officer advanced, the smell of smoke and blood in the air. The city was in chaos as a band of hired killers and mercenaries wreaked havoc while the crooked police did nothing.
‘Which leaves fools and do gooders like me,’ Alex mused, the redhead walking along warily with her gun in hand.
“Watch out!” a voice yelled out a warning as a dark figure swooped down from the roof of a nearby building.
“Wha...?!” Alex jerked back in surprise.
Descent tacked the figure in the dark alley, the smack of her fist hitting flesh sounding loud in the eerie silence of the deserted streets. She dragged the unconscious black man in military gear out of the alley, his rifle still hooked to his shoulder by the strap as she crossly asked, “What are you doing here?”
“Trying to help,” Alex said as she met the demonic woman’s faintly glowing eyes, feeling that chill of her inhumanity even though she was sort of used to it.
Descent dropped the out cold killer at Alex’s feet as she warned, “You’re going to get yourself killed.”
“And you aren’t?” Alex raised a eyebrow.
“I have ceratin advantages,” Descent said dryly.
THUMP!
Sister Samantha Teresa, also called Sam, rose from where she had landed after jumping down from a nearby roof. “We’ve got to get going,” the brown haired priest reminded Descent, her black garb giving her a serious air.
“Well,” Alex hefted her pistols confidently as she said, “let’s go.”
“Jasmine would never forgive us if you got hurt,” Sam noted, her eyes warily scanning their surroundings.
Alex winced, “Using my girlfriend against me? Low.”
“Besides,” Descent poked the unconscious goon at her feet, “someone needs to bring this guy to the police station.”
Ale gave her a irritated look then sighed. “All right,” she conceded as she picked him up, “but watch yourselves.”
“Will do,” a smiling Sam agreed as she and Descent headed off. As they hurried across the relative safety of the rooftops Sam noted, “That was kind of you.”
Descent’s simple clothing flowed around her as she moved with inhuman grace. “No sense getting her killed,” she answered, “and this town has too few clean cops as it is. It really can’t afford to lose one.”
“True enough,” Sam agreed. “So, where to next?”
“There,” Descent growled as she pointed towards where fresh streams of smoke were curling up towards the sky.
Amid the smoke and fires the young woman called Thrillkill cackled joyously as she fired her pistol, loudly putting the latest in a string of victims out of their misery. “I dunno about you,” she smirked as she looked around the burning mall, “but I’m having fun.”
“I could tell,” Deathwish sighed glumly, the black garbed woman looking mournfully at her bloody arms. “Too bad I’m not.”
Thrillkill casually blew a bubble, “Why are you doing this anyway? You don’t seem to be in it for the thrill of the hunt.”
“The Lady Diana made me a promise,” Deathwish said softly, “she claims her magicians know of a way for me to die.”
“Awww,” Thrillkill pouted cutely then with a unholy smile shot a man trying to flee the burning store.
“That,” the voice coldly announced as the echoes boomed around them, “is the last person you’re going to kill today.”
“Wanna bet?” Thrillkill answered. She opened fire even as she sprinted forward, avoiding being shot by the priest’s opening volley even as she fired into Descent with surprising accuracy, sending the demon reeling backwards.
“You all right?” Sam demanded as she fired, pistols in both hands as she forced the blonde in skimpy clothes back.
“Blessed bullets,” Descent hissed, wincing as her body forced the bullets out, the slugs dropping to the floor with a soft thud.
“Cool,” Thrillkill smirked.
“I’ll take the girl,” Sam ordered, “go after the other one.”
“Thanks,” Descent managed before Sam hurried off after the girl.
The black haired, morose woman smiled as Descent neared, her eyes seemly dead inside. “So, you’re the demon....?” she asked curiously.
Descent smiled, her eyes glowing in an unearthly way. “And what are you?” she asked as she stalked towards her.
“People call me Deathwish,” she said as she drew a knife from her clothes, “and I have a question for you.”
“Oh?’ Descent asked.
“How do you kill something,” Deathwish raced forward, “that can’t die?”
As the blade raked across Descent’s arm she hissed, spinning aside then lashed out, solidly connecting with her foot. The other woman went flying backward, crashing through a store window even as Descent raced after her.
“Damn,” Descent blurted as a bloody Deathwish pulled herself to her feet.
With a disturbing sort of casualness the woman tugged the pieces of broken glass free from her flesh, tossing them aside as her body rapidly stitched itself back together sealing the wounds as if they had never happened. “Not a bad hit,” Deathwish noted as she picked up her knife again, “care to try another?”
“Don’t mind if I do,” Descent smiled dangerously as they came together in a flash of claws and steel.
“I’m almost enjoying this,” Deathwish conceded as they circled each other, looking for any signs of weakness.
“You have a interesting definition of enjoyment,” Descent noted wryly.
Not far away Sam took cover behind a counter, her eyes narrowed a bit in thought. ‘The girl looks like a valley girl but damn can she shoot,’ she admitted to herself. Popping up from cover she fired off a few shots where she thought the girl was, then ducked down again.
“Ha, missed!” Thrillkill crowed.
Taking another shot Sam punched several bullets right where the voice came from, grinning as she heard a cry of pain. ‘Gotcha,’ she thought smugly, ‘next time, just keep your mouth shut.’
“Bitch,” Thrillkill grumbled as she crawled along the counter, blood seeping from where a bullet graced her arm. She carefully made her way across the floor, trying to gage where the bullets had come from, then pounced.
Sam felt a flash of relief, glad that she had shifted to hide behind a nearby rack of clothes. Her opponent, really not much more than a kid, looked around her in frustration as she held her bleeding arm. ‘Sorry kid,’ she thought as she burst from cover, ‘it’s you or me.’
Thrillkill seemed to sense her coming, turning as she brought her gun up, “You bitch,” she hissed, eyes flashing.
BLAM!
Two guns went off, loud in the now deserted mall as they stood there, frozen as the smoke from the gunpowder lingered in the air. “I’ll be....” Sam murmured as she felt the sticky warmth spreading over her side.
“Wow,” Thrillkill said as blood welled out of her mouth, “what a rush.” Bonelessly she collapsed, crumpling to the ground as blood spread out around her.
“May god have mercy on your soul,” Sam murmured, wincing in pain from the wound to her side. She shook herself as she heard the sounds of savage combat, “Now, I’d better go see how my partner is doing.”
To be continued....
Alex Conner swept the street with her eyes as the police officer advanced, the smell of smoke and blood in the air. The city was in chaos as a band of hired killers and mercenaries wreaked havoc while the crooked police did nothing.
‘Which leaves fools and do gooders like me,’ Alex mused, the redhead walking along warily with her gun in hand.
“Watch out!” a voice yelled out a warning as a dark figure swooped down from the roof of a nearby building.
“Wha...?!” Alex jerked back in surprise.
Descent tacked the figure in the dark alley, the smack of her fist hitting flesh sounding loud in the eerie silence of the deserted streets. She dragged the unconscious black man in military gear out of the alley, his rifle still hooked to his shoulder by the strap as she crossly asked, “What are you doing here?”
“Trying to help,” Alex said as she met the demonic woman’s faintly glowing eyes, feeling that chill of her inhumanity even though she was sort of used to it.
Descent dropped the out cold killer at Alex’s feet as she warned, “You’re going to get yourself killed.”
“And you aren’t?” Alex raised a eyebrow.
“I have ceratin advantages,” Descent said dryly.
THUMP!
Sister Samantha Teresa, also called Sam, rose from where she had landed after jumping down from a nearby roof. “We’ve got to get going,” the brown haired priest reminded Descent, her black garb giving her a serious air.
“Well,” Alex hefted her pistols confidently as she said, “let’s go.”
“Jasmine would never forgive us if you got hurt,” Sam noted, her eyes warily scanning their surroundings.
Alex winced, “Using my girlfriend against me? Low.”
“Besides,” Descent poked the unconscious goon at her feet, “someone needs to bring this guy to the police station.”
Ale gave her a irritated look then sighed. “All right,” she conceded as she picked him up, “but watch yourselves.”
“Will do,” a smiling Sam agreed as she and Descent headed off. As they hurried across the relative safety of the rooftops Sam noted, “That was kind of you.”
Descent’s simple clothing flowed around her as she moved with inhuman grace. “No sense getting her killed,” she answered, “and this town has too few clean cops as it is. It really can’t afford to lose one.”
“True enough,” Sam agreed. “So, where to next?”
“There,” Descent growled as she pointed towards where fresh streams of smoke were curling up towards the sky.
Amid the smoke and fires the young woman called Thrillkill cackled joyously as she fired her pistol, loudly putting the latest in a string of victims out of their misery. “I dunno about you,” she smirked as she looked around the burning mall, “but I’m having fun.”
“I could tell,” Deathwish sighed glumly, the black garbed woman looking mournfully at her bloody arms. “Too bad I’m not.”
Thrillkill casually blew a bubble, “Why are you doing this anyway? You don’t seem to be in it for the thrill of the hunt.”
“The Lady Diana made me a promise,” Deathwish said softly, “she claims her magicians know of a way for me to die.”
“Awww,” Thrillkill pouted cutely then with a unholy smile shot a man trying to flee the burning store.
“That,” the voice coldly announced as the echoes boomed around them, “is the last person you’re going to kill today.”
“Wanna bet?” Thrillkill answered. She opened fire even as she sprinted forward, avoiding being shot by the priest’s opening volley even as she fired into Descent with surprising accuracy, sending the demon reeling backwards.
“You all right?” Sam demanded as she fired, pistols in both hands as she forced the blonde in skimpy clothes back.
“Blessed bullets,” Descent hissed, wincing as her body forced the bullets out, the slugs dropping to the floor with a soft thud.
“Cool,” Thrillkill smirked.
“I’ll take the girl,” Sam ordered, “go after the other one.”
“Thanks,” Descent managed before Sam hurried off after the girl.
The black haired, morose woman smiled as Descent neared, her eyes seemly dead inside. “So, you’re the demon....?” she asked curiously.
Descent smiled, her eyes glowing in an unearthly way. “And what are you?” she asked as she stalked towards her.
“People call me Deathwish,” she said as she drew a knife from her clothes, “and I have a question for you.”
“Oh?’ Descent asked.
“How do you kill something,” Deathwish raced forward, “that can’t die?”
As the blade raked across Descent’s arm she hissed, spinning aside then lashed out, solidly connecting with her foot. The other woman went flying backward, crashing through a store window even as Descent raced after her.
“Damn,” Descent blurted as a bloody Deathwish pulled herself to her feet.
With a disturbing sort of casualness the woman tugged the pieces of broken glass free from her flesh, tossing them aside as her body rapidly stitched itself back together sealing the wounds as if they had never happened. “Not a bad hit,” Deathwish noted as she picked up her knife again, “care to try another?”
“Don’t mind if I do,” Descent smiled dangerously as they came together in a flash of claws and steel.
“I’m almost enjoying this,” Deathwish conceded as they circled each other, looking for any signs of weakness.
“You have a interesting definition of enjoyment,” Descent noted wryly.
Not far away Sam took cover behind a counter, her eyes narrowed a bit in thought. ‘The girl looks like a valley girl but damn can she shoot,’ she admitted to herself. Popping up from cover she fired off a few shots where she thought the girl was, then ducked down again.
“Ha, missed!” Thrillkill crowed.
Taking another shot Sam punched several bullets right where the voice came from, grinning as she heard a cry of pain. ‘Gotcha,’ she thought smugly, ‘next time, just keep your mouth shut.’
“Bitch,” Thrillkill grumbled as she crawled along the counter, blood seeping from where a bullet graced her arm. She carefully made her way across the floor, trying to gage where the bullets had come from, then pounced.
Sam felt a flash of relief, glad that she had shifted to hide behind a nearby rack of clothes. Her opponent, really not much more than a kid, looked around her in frustration as she held her bleeding arm. ‘Sorry kid,’ she thought as she burst from cover, ‘it’s you or me.’
Thrillkill seemed to sense her coming, turning as she brought her gun up, “You bitch,” she hissed, eyes flashing.
BLAM!
Two guns went off, loud in the now deserted mall as they stood there, frozen as the smoke from the gunpowder lingered in the air. “I’ll be....” Sam murmured as she felt the sticky warmth spreading over her side.
“Wow,” Thrillkill said as blood welled out of her mouth, “what a rush.” Bonelessly she collapsed, crumpling to the ground as blood spread out around her.
“May god have mercy on your soul,” Sam murmured, wincing in pain from the wound to her side. She shook herself as she heard the sounds of savage combat, “Now, I’d better go see how my partner is doing.”
To be continued....