Dead Cell

[Vendetta]

He had walked for days, eating what he could hunt along the way. Drinking hardly nothing, this creature. The demon was a strange being, he could sense the change in nature. This world was very strange indeed. He was looking for somewhere to post up for the night. So that he could clean the gun, and also maybe find a stream to bathe in. Seemed this world was full of all sorts of weird twists and turns. He couldn't help the feeling that someone was watching him.

 Another day, another life. Among one of the ridges, he had found a cave. And deep inside of it. He went to work, Taking the gun apart. Using a hanker chef to clean the gun's movable parts. He was looking for someone that was skilled with machinery and was also a black smith. It would be hard to find, considering that in this day an age those types were one in a million. His mind started to be flooded with the memories of the past once more. Of obliteration and domination. Of a time when the blood ran rapid like a river.

 Truth be told, he had started a fire. And as he pieced the gun back together. He chilled out some, he couldn't get their faces outta of his mind. It was only a matter of time he knew. But none of these faces were of people he knew personally. The memories of a past life perhaps? He was unsure. Placing the gun on the ground. He could feel the taint flowing freely from it. Walking over to the edge of the cave. He stared out at all the luscious landscape. Over head the clouds were gathering, and the night had only just begun. Soon, they would know about his goals. And then the game would begin, it was up too him to collect the final three pieces to this weapon.

He had one piece, he needed to find the relic: Drego: A strange jewel that was lost over half a century ago. And he needed one other thing, the blade of a blood lusting sword. His own transformation was being controlled. Controlled by forces unknown to the world around him. "I wonder what kinda trouble is in this forest..." He spoke to himself, he had been alone for so long that he was used to talking to himself. He did long for a companion, but that would come soon enough. For now, he would continue his crusade. Sitting down, he leaned against the wall of the cave, taking out one of his blackened cylinders; Placing it in his lips he leaned forward and used the camp fire to light his Cigarette.  A long sigh let the smoke roll from his lips...."Is this the day.....?" He thought too himself, looking up at the moon as if asking for some kinda answer...."The day of my Declaration?"

[Ashlyn]

                                                                   And being watched he was....

As he peered out from his cave, the forest would be a ballet of shadows, ever moving to the winds beckoning call, dancing between the moons wisps of light. Within those shadows she slithered, hidden by their cover. They would obey her every command, these shadows keeping her presence a mystery until she saw fit. One thing was for certain, a being known to her kind would  feel her near.

Her head canted with the wind, hearing every move he made, the cave making an excellent source of reverberation. A fire crackled nicely from within, while there were other noises trying to be drown out. Her lids fell slowly closed as she concentrated on the metallic sounds, and then his voice rang out...

Oh, trouble lurked within these woods, but oddly enough she found herself fascinated with the creature. With grace and stealth, she moved to the entrance of the cave. Golden pools of soulless interest glared at him maliciously, though as of now she harbored no ill will toward him.

“It is not safe to travel alone in unknown country.” Her voice was an eerie whisper, sinister yet inviting all in the same tongue. She kept herself partially hid, her unseen hand wrapped tightly around the handle of whip. Her eyes gathered information as quickly as possible, taking note on the gun, explaining the sounds she hadn’t identified. But she realized one thing...His weapon was cleaned, even in these conditions to keep it shooting true, he was no ordinary man.

“What is your purpose here, stranger?” She stepped out more, allowing him to see what lay before him..and what lay before him was deceit in one of its most deadly forms. To those with heightened senses, she would reek of death, pulsate energies of everything evil. To the untrained eye, she would appear a woman in the wood.

She stilled her tongue and locked her gaze to his, awaiting an answer. No man came here without reason. She was sure he would be none the different.

[Vendetta]

                 Carelessness had its way of catching up on ya....

 He should have known that he was being followed, he should have smelt it. He should have tasted it on the air. He wouldn't let madness take over again..Even now. As he sat there, almost as if he could careless if someone was there or not. Just smoking his cigarette. He knew someone was there, but who? What business could they possibly have with him?

 It was strange. He thought he was alone out here, he hadn't passed any towns on the way here. He had spent too much time here, and now they had caught up with him before he had the chance to make amends with what had to be done. The gun was across the cave on the ground, and all he could do was sit there and wait.."Its not safe to sneak up on someone....That you have no idea what their capable of.." He spoke so calmly, so collected. He didn't move an inch when he heard her talk.

 He didn't even look up. That strange left hand of his, seemed to be restless, the fingers seemed to be bulging compared to his other hand. As they tapped on the dirt floor of the cave. Slanting his eyes, blond bangs dangled in his face as he glanced over toward the sounds that had entered the cave. "My purpose here does not concern thee..." He spoke ever so slowly. Not moving still, at least any more than necessary.  Outside, the storm was brewing. And he wasn't gonna answer her questions just yet.

 Standing ever so slowly. His trench coat ran almost all the way to the ground. By now she had came into view, and she seemed to be reaching for some sort of weapon. This creature was new to this world, but that didn't mean he was new to violence and what comes in the few seconds before the initiation.

"If you came here with ill intentions, I will put you in your grave...If you came here outta curiosity, then ill play nice..." He smirked, and his eyes flashed a deep crimson color. He stood there, his chest heaving up and down. He was unsure what to do about this new situation...He could smell the death off of her, but it didn't bother him. In fact, it was nothing new to him at all. For some reason, it seemed all to familiar. Again, the memories began to fill his mind; The bodies being ripped in twine, their innards dressing the court yard of some morbid castle. His eyes never drifted off of her, and his fidgeting never really halted any.  It was a Mexican stand off. Only problem, there wasn't any Mexicans....

[Ashlyn]

       Face to face the devils danced in their theater made of stone.

Every move she made was followed with no sound, as if her feet ne’er touched the ground. His calm demeanor kept her on her toes, more so then if he has reacted more robust. “I have followed you for days and gathered enough information to know if push came to shove I may have a good chance of feasting on your dying carcass. At any rate, it would be an interesting battle.”

Her words came matter of fact, carelessly, as if death would be a welcomed friend. “As it were I have not come in search of a fight.” No. Had that been her intent she would have remained a mere shadow to him, not offering the chance for him to size her up and get a visual on the weapons that adorned her hips.

“These lands are my home, thus making your business, mine.” Her presence seemed to bother him little, more to the fact that he was worried she was an intruder, more so then a murderer. “So again I ask creature, what is your business here?” Creature. This was no man, no mortal before her. He was something more.

She let her gaze linger upon him as she moved deeper within the cave, closer to him and closer to his weapon. To allow this situation to shift could be a fatal mistake, if he knew how to properly dispose of her. Slowly, she brought her hand from the handle of the whip, but rested it on her hip. She was not so foolish to stand before him vulnerable, but a show of good faith may get her the answers she desired.

[Vendetta]

That grin grew more decadent. More despicable by the moment: He tilted his head some, the gun was away from his body. He carried no other weapons and he cared not. Because his weapon of choice. Five finger death punch! But it seemed she wasn't here to fight, but at the same time. She spoke of killing him? Strange indeed, he turned his back on her. Walking to the back  of the cave.

 "Do not mock me woman...." He spoke heavily. A tail wigwagging behind him. She thought she could kill him, feed off of him? He had met her kind before, Vampires. Always the same; He thought to himself. He knew they could read minds, but that never really mattered to him. Turning his head back toward her. "Your the one that traveled with A man, who wore face paint are you not?" His question was spoken slow. As if he had totally ignored her demands for knowing why he was there.

 "My intentions at this moment are unknown. And would prefer they stay that way...If you got a problem with that. Do something about it." His eyes slanted as he looked back up at her.  That smirk still caressing his lips, he didn't really have time for all this arguing. He needed to find it, but if this was that vampire that traveled with the painted face. She would have a good idea of where it was. "Lets just say, I was summoned to this world, an equalizer." It was pretty clear, that the man could careless about the gun. Truth be told, the gun had no bullets in it.

Turning around after he assessed her within his mind, in those few short seconds. "I don't think you could even lay a finger on me...Bitch." He held no respect for her. And then he began to laugh, the laughter sounded hidious, homicidal. As if he had split personalities. "You are interesting though....Will you be the one to set me free?" He asked almost silently. 

[Ashlyn]

Even in the presence of the wicked, she was not uncomfortable. In fact, she was very comfortable. “It is not a mockery creature, I assure you of that.” Her dialect was that of someone who was among a person she had known for years.

She listened to his words, unable to piece the puzzle together. He was well informed about her dealings with Deacon, the journey they shared. Ah, those were the good days. But what did her past have to do with his future? These were the things she needed to know before too much information was given.

“Indeed, we traveled together for some time.” She leaned against the stone wall, eyeing him as his words continued, wondering, thinking. “I do not believe for a moment that you would travel with no intentions. There are always intentions, I would rather you proclaim to simply not tell me what they are instead of lying through your teeth.” She glanced up at him, her face painted with seriousness.

She dismissed his challenge, he had caught her attention with talk about Deacon, and their travels. On her back, she bore the sword gathered during said quest. A treasure she would hold until she died, or until the quest that was started so long ago was finally finished. Whichever came first.

“Freedom. Such a deceptive word. None of us are ever free. There are always bounds that we cannot surpass, no matter our wit, no matter our strengths, no matter our will. But I have to ask, what freedom it is you seek out creature.” Perhaps she should introduce herself, and address him differently, but until she could establish some means of trust, some means of respect, she would refrain.

[Vendetta]

 It was almost insidious the way he presented himself. Yet he still didn't speak a word, walking to the wall of the cave. He placed that strange hand of his against the dry, cascading wall. "Simply put. Revenge. That is why I am here, Deacon? I believe that was his name..." He looked down, staring at the ground for a good moment. Thinking of how to address this situation. "The man you traveled with...Sent me to this realm. To finish what he had started..." Truth be told, this creature was a creation of several souls. Not just one, he was a collective.

Looking over at her, he spoke once more. "He carried a gem stone. Its called the Drego. It governs the laps in time and space. Something one would say should only belong to a god...." Strange marks on the god hand were beginning to glow. By now, he was staring at her, looking her up and down. And god was she beautiful, Her legs, almost perfect. Her chest, it was so nice to watch as she breathed in, and her tits jiggled ever so slowly. The creature was a demon, created by the last thoughts of several creatures. Creatures that had been Slain in the not so distant past.

She truly was gorgeous, and only now did he truly realize this. He did not know why she had followed him, but he knew one thing. She hadn't attacked yet, which meant. She wasn't here to kill him as he had originally anticipated. If she was, then she was playing it smart. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to take matters into her own hands. "So...Do you know where it is?" He slanted his eyes, tilting his head looking back at her. "These maps won't lead me to it...They say it has vanished. So, it is either being safe guarded. Or it is no longer here in this world." He turned and started walking toward her.

 It was clear, that respect had just been achieved, she did not attack him. This creature was not one to start shit, he would rather talk about his problems rather then solve them with brute force....

[Ashlyn]

Not a passing moment of this encounter would go without scrutiny. It was when he spoke the name, Deacons name, did she perk up slightly. Deacon had sent this creature? Perhaps that was why she was drawn to him, why his scent tantalized her so. “If it were Deacon that sent you, then my being here would seem more then just fate.” She stepped closer to him, extending her hand. “You may call me Ashlyn.”

She searched through her memories regarding the stone in which he sought. Could it be what Deacon had used to take them to their last battle? So much time had elapsed since then, so much happened. She shook her head almost regrettably. “I am unaware of its exact location. I will tell you this though: If it still resides in these lands, our best bet will be to start searching in Terra Incognita.”

She caught his eye drinking her in, and she couldn’t help but smile her deadly smile. “I do not think it is gone, and I do not think that any map, aside from Deacons mind will take us to the location in which it rests.” The excitement of rekindling this chase had to be apparent in those golden orbs as she eyed him back. She had learned so much about herself on her last encounter with these same tools. Created a bond with another creature that she had never had before. Why couldn’t this time be the same?

Loneliness could only get one so far. And thus far, it had been a welcomed friend since she and Deacon had parted. But now, now she had a reason to tuck that friend away in a deep dark pit, filling its place with something new. That was of course, if he would have her, invite her along. It would be his call from this point. His choice if they parted ways, or continued on together for the purpose that would set him free, and the reason she needed to continue on.

[Vendetta]

Sitting with his back against the wall; He glanced up at her. "Well, When ever you want to head there. We can." He was ready to get things in order. To fulfill some much needed information on what was really going on with him. He didn't know who he was or what he was really; Just another creature formed of darkness. Who held on to his madness with a iron fist that never would allow him to be over comed. Not at least without one helluva fight. All he could see infront of his eyes was death.

 The thoughtless slaughter of everything. It was almost as if this creature was dreaming as he was awake. Transforming everything about his being by only thinking about it. There was something wrong with him; As if he was missing something crucial about his brain. Something that he wouldn't ever find, or perhaps it was nothing at all. But all he knew was now he had a reason to head somewhere. At least for the time being....

"Terra incongita..." He thought about this place and what new mysterious creatures would lurk there. He stood up and walked over to the gun he had grabbed; Placing it back in its holster. He walked to the entrance of the cave. Looking back at her he would leap from it. Out into the grass and strange foliage of the forest. The gun itself held a great deal of mystery to it. Something that would be seen as time progressed. If she followed it would probably be a blessing in disguise. But until that moment. He would be unsure of what to do next; When he thought about her. He remembered parts of this world; But everything was so difficult to peice together. As if he was a product of strange science experiment in a some sick kids basement.

 But it couldn't have been any further from the truth. It wasn't just a sick kid, it was more like a demonic doctor. Who would unlock the agony, if the demon ever expected to save himself from the  pain...

[Ashlyn]

Follow him she did. From the mouth of the cave she emerged soundlessly, practically right behind him. There were no second thoughts, there was no being indecisive, she knew she was meant to carry out these tasks, and she welcomed them with open arms.

“We are far east.” Her hushed voice whispered to his ears. “Terra Incognita is in the middle of this realm. We need to head west.” She nodded in the correct direction, not as if he needed to be told, but more a natural response to her own words.

“Terra Incognita is my home, but I warn you: there are many strange creatures that roam those lands, and some not half as friendly as I am.” She smiled a pointed grin at him as she came up to his side. “If we move quickly, we should be there by the next sundown.” She could make the trip much faster then he could, right? She eyed him for a moment, still uncertain what exactly he was. Human though, he was not.

Many questions flooded her mind, yet she brought none to light just yet. How was it he knew of Deacon, of the things they had accomplished, but was unaware of her? Or was he? So finally...”How was it you came by these lands?”

[Vendetta]

A smirk had risen across his lips. This man was an enigma. In poker, you don't lay your best cards down until everyone has ante'd up and tried their little games to hide their true hand. No he was not human, but then again. What was he? He wasn't a vampire, or were wolf. He wasn't quite sure what he was. But eh, who really cares? He was there now and that was about all that mattered. He was walking slowly, just taking his time. Because to him, the rest of this fuckin' world go to go hell in a hand basket. He didn't really mind the company. Looking over his shoulder at her, he spoke once more. His words were as slow as he moved.

 "I came here in a ball of blazing flames and gases? Or perhaps I fell from the heavens?" That smirk still went across his lips, fitting almost as perfect as a bikini on some beautiful doll at the beach. He wouldn't ever understand why or how these people found stuff attractive or flawed. Every creature in the entire galaxy was beautiful in its own little twisted way. He had his gun holstered, what good would it do him here? Her words of the land's holding strange creatures and dangerous acoustical dangers,  fell on deaf ears. Oh he heard them, but he did not care. Where he came from was a world much worse than this one. This one felt like child's play compared to the hellish nightmares that he had grown to love down in the brimstone covered catacombs.

 He knew this chick, or at least his memories did. Which to him was frowned upon. Because he simply couldn't put two and two together. And make them equal four. There was part of the equation missing. And it slightly bothered him. He could make the trip to this Terra Incognito alot shorter. But where was the fun in that?