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| Shapeshifter Isle Story Chapter 24 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 15 2013, 03:04 AM (1,007 Views) | |
| VenomousDragon | Dec 15 2013, 03:04 AM Post #1 |
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The Perpetrator of Canadian Carnage
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I violently sit up as I awaken in cold sweat, cursing under my breath because of the pain it causes me, another nightmare. John is now awake too, looking at me with his held tilted he has a look of confusion and guilt "Ahh no worries buddy, not your fault" I say as I pat him on his head I dont bother putting on a shirt as get up and out of my tent, its still dark out, if I had to guess somewhere between 24:00 and 2:00 I always had a preference for the 24 hour clock, just makes more sense. Morris wanted to stay in the big camp with the others but I opted for staying on the outskirts, the main camp was digusting, I wouldnt be caught dead living there, in many ways its literally a shit hole. Knowing hes watching me I gesture with my hand for John to follow me, I have been working with him to follow both verbal and hand commands since I first started to train him, that way as long as he could see me I could command him without making a sound, It was useful for hunting. "Lets go for a walk Johnny boy, how about to the beach? Im up for a late night swim how about you?" John gets excited at the suggestion, the only words he likely recognizes is walk and go but thats more than enough to get him hyped. As we walk to the beach I do a little chatting with John I know its not much better than talking to myself but I already do quite a bit of that so it doesnt really matter. I stop to take off my bandage to let the cuts breath a bit only to find there are no cuts, my smaller cuts had healed fairly quickly but I didnt breath into it much but this was odd, the large wound along my ribs has disappeared in a matter of days now replaced by a mighty impressive looking scare. "This is probably the doing of Moon bit-" a sudden gust of wind cuts me off "Now shes interupting in real life to boot, fan-fucking-tastic" I say to no one in particular, not that theres any one but John here to hear me. I put my bandage in one of my pockets figuring i could wash it and find some repurpose for the material later. As we continued along our way I realize that while my ribs still hurt the pain is now ignorable and more of a really annoying companian than a hinderance. "dammit" I curse having stepped on something sharp, Fuck do i ever miss shoes, I dont get why Drake and Zane choose to run around like this. My thoughts are cut off when I notice John is very alert and focusing his ears off to the left somewhere, I concentrate on my hearing and try to pick something up, I can hear the sound of some kind of struggle, between humans for sure, I can hear voices, not well enough to hear what they are saying but I can hear them. I start running towards the direction I heard them from, for much longer than I would have thought im surprised I was able to hear them at all now realizing the distance between us, when suddenly something in me tells me to slow down, get low and be as quite a possible, I gesture for John, who was following suit instead of charging ahead, to get low and be quite, we worked on doing this ever since we started hunting, we had to or he would chase the prey off before i could get into postion and then I couldnt back him up, he always reminded me of a border collie herding sheep when we did this. Finally we came across the source of all the rukas, from the woods I could see three guys kicking the crap out of some poor kid on the beach "Who's gonna save you this time punk? Your babysitter is nowhere to be found!" one of them says in a mixed tone of anger and arrogance "But dont you worry, me and my friends are gonna pay him a visit next and maybe I'll do what he didnt have the balls to do and take his finger, Fuck it I'll just kill him" the man says while still boot fucking the shit out of this poor kid. "Alright ive seen about enough of this crap" I say to myself quitely as Possible while pulling my sock out of my pocket and puting two roughly palm sized rocks inside, I creep closer to the edge of the forest and then give John the hand signal to attack prey hoping he knows my intended targets, He burst from the tree line and swiftly covers the several meters between us and the assholes attacking that poor bastard, he goes for the mouthy one Jumping up and grabbing hold of his face, as soon as John's feet hit the ground he begins to violently shake his head, The man screams in agony as John tears off a large piece of his right cheeck, The two other men recover from the shock of this attack just in time to be caught off guard by mine, I swing my make shift flail as hard as I can against the side of one of there heads, even in the dark you can see some of his teeth leave his mouth with the blood that splashes from his face onto the sand, he hits the ground like a sack of bricks and doesnt move. The other one turns from the specticle of John mauling his partial faced comrade to face me, he never gets a chance to put up a fight however as an over head blow strikes him on his hair line, splitting open his forehead and sending him stumbling backwards before falling to the ground. I hear a yelp as I turn to see the partial faced man throw John off of himself and half run half stumble into the woods holding his face, John quickly recovers and begins to give chase but I call him back "Dont worry boy, he'll be real easy to recognize now" I say to the dog with a feeling of pride Out of the corner of my eye I see the guy I hit in the forehead is struggling to get up "Stay the fuck down or I'll have my dog rip a strip off of you too" I yell scared and confused the man does as comanded I walk over to the kid who was on the recieving end of there beat down and help him up, his lip is busted open bad, he already has some pretty big shiners, parts of his face are starting to swell pretty bad aswell and he no doubt has some sore ribs but seems to be able to keep his feet under himself, so I assume he isnt too fucked up, well atleast compared to the first guy I hit who still hasnt moved as far as I can tell. "You alright?" a pointless question "Yeah, I think so" he replys a little grogy "Whats your name?" I ask, partially because I need to know and partially to check how rattled his brain is "J-James" he replys with a little effort "Well James seems like they didnt screw you up too bad, you live in the main camp? Or somewhere else?" I ask needing to know where I need to help him get too "I live in the main camp but can you help me to a different camp instead?" he replys "Why?" I ask raising an eyebrow and questioning my previous assesment of his mental state "Id just feel safer there" he replys between breaths "Alright whatever floats your boat" I say questioning the logic behind feeling safer in a smaller camp Before we go I walk over to the first guy I hit and feel for a pulse, still alive, although i doubt for long, while getting up I cant help but notice the size of his shoes. Well isnt that convient I think to myself pulling them off of his feet. I turn to the other one "Yo scatter brain, you should get your friend here to whatever medical care he can get on this rock before he dies" Eyes still glazed over and blood pouring down his face he simply nods "For his sake I hope your not as messed up as you look" I say turning to James "Alrighty James, Lead the way" I say as I finish putting on my plundered shoes and questioning the wisdom in letting the possibly concussed take the lead but seeing as I had no idea where the camp was I didnt have much in the way of options. Edited by VenomousDragon, Dec 15 2013, 03:47 AM.
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| Apex | Dec 15 2013, 02:46 PM Post #71 |
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worm shifter 'underground' |
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| VenomousDragon | Dec 15 2013, 02:48 PM Post #72 |
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The Perpetrator of Canadian Carnage
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@Apex nothing that happened to your character in my chapter makes him look like a bitch, He got ambushed by three grown men, I doubt I could take three grown men in a face to face fight, I would have to get lucky as shit. Adding an extra guys isnt geometric, it makes a fight exopnentially more difficult. John is of a race of Super dingo, hes larger than his aussie counterparts and we ambushed the guys, and i had a weapon,we had an immense tactical advantage. @BI your Character is too much, Sure mine fought a bear but he only won because his dog distracted the bear at key moments and even so my character got messed up and even though he is enhanced he is still nursing his injuries. You are under this stupid belief that your can take five guys despite the fact that he can hardly beat 1 guy if hes left handed Edited by VenomousDragon, Dec 15 2013, 02:53 PM.
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| Wild | Dec 15 2013, 02:50 PM Post #73 |
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lmao, worm shifter, I still crack up on that one |
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| Wild | Dec 15 2013, 02:50 PM Post #74 |
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THANK YOU |
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| Apex | Dec 15 2013, 02:53 PM Post #75 |
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I know but its the second time my character got beat up the first by a guy ho wet himself when in fear the other 3 seeking revenge on me for having a friend who stopped me getting killed by a sissy Its like they target me because i am really weak |
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| Black Ice | Dec 15 2013, 02:55 PM Post #76 |
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Bitch I was joking when I said that ! I just wanted to see how long I could make you idiots argue with me! |
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| Wild | Dec 15 2013, 02:55 PM Post #77 |
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true |
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| Wild | Dec 15 2013, 02:55 PM Post #78 |
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oh my goodness, wow you really get off setting up arguements
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| Black Ice | Dec 15 2013, 02:56 PM Post #79 |
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Don't know why you're thanking him. |
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| Apex | Dec 15 2013, 02:56 PM Post #80 |
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I am the piggy of SIS (old Ohss discussion reference) |
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, come on you guys be true to yourself apex I have no doubt when you get mad your fighting improves but beating up three grown men? 

7:30 AM Jul 11