Preparations for opening day [Invite only, NR]

Subject: Preparations for opening day [Invite only, NR] Mon Jun 17, 2013 5:06 pm

Well, it wasnt much, but it would do. A two story storefront; kinda small, but he didnt require much space to operate with. The bottom floor was simple, an open space with a two back rooms, as well as a bathroom off the right side. All the walls were a dirty tan color, something that could easily fixed with some elbow grease and a coat of paint. The upstairs was simple as well: two windows that over looked the front of the property, as well as what appeared to be a pulldown bed in the wall. Dirty as well, but still, workable.

Something small, simple, and effective. He didnt need much more. There was even a small desk and chair within the space; some god must have been smiling down on him.

"Hmm." There was really nothing left to do but get in contact with the bank that owned the property, have Trish wire him the money for the purchase. He could clean this place up between now and then; but first Pizza and strawberry sundaes were in order. His cell was produded from a pocket as he sat down in the chair behind the desk. Feet were kicked up on the table, coat draped over the back of it as he tilted it back on two legs.

"Yea, I'd like to order a large supreme pizza, no olives. And can I get a strawberry sundae? $20.25? You've gotta be kidding me! What the hell are you using as ingredients, gold flakes? I swear, this had better be worth it..... My address is 668 East Kingsmouth. No, the building is not abandoned. I'm currently in the process of buying it..... JUST GET HERE WITH MY DAMN ORDER!"

Christ. Rude motherfuckers, why were they always the ones working the phones? A hand reached back to his coat, bumping the handguns that were holstered in it as he snagged his wallet to fish out the cash.

Citizen Posts : 22 Credits : 700

A pizza delivery guy showed up in a run down looking area of town driving a Toyota with black smoke coming from the muffler. The thing seemed like it would just fall apart and die any second. He looked confused. Was this some kind of prank? Who'd want a pizza over here in this part of town?

He considered leaving, and probably should have too, but he was suddenly dragged out of the car by Goons. There were a lot of them. He couldn't count them all as they surrounded his little shit Toyota. Several of the Goons began helping themselves to the pizza, the sundaes, and also the rest of the food in the car. Other Goons started to beat the man's ass while in the process of taking all of his clothes off; the man yelling and screaming loudly for help, but, in a shit areal like this, who was gonna come to the rescue?

The Goons figured this was their turf, and any one intruding was gonna get taught a lesson. The butt naked pizza man was being held face down in a puddle of dirty mud, and something else that looked like oil. Goons stood around laughing, hungrily scoffing the food down their throats.

"Christ, about time this guy got here. Starting to get hungry as hell. Really hope he doesnt expect a fucking tip." It had been well over the pizza parlor's advertised time limit of thirty minutes, but he wasnt gonna sweat it. He'd pay, but the little fucker of a delivery guy damn sure wasnt getting a tip. The sound of a muffler could be heart from outside as Anthony got out of his chair, snatching up his coat to put on as he walked to the door. As he made his way, he opened his wallet and reached in to get the money and-- was that a scream?

Why the fuck was someone screaming? And right now, of all times.

The door to the shop was opened, and the Devil Hunter stepped out into the street, just in time to see the delivery guy being pulled out of the shitty Toyota.

Sucks to be you, man. I'll just leave him the cash and get my pi--

What.

The.

Fuck?

some of the Goons had slipped into the truck, and were opening up the pizza boxes, pulling out slices and taking BIG bites outta them. Several pies, incluing what appeared to be a large vegan were bitten into, and eating with loud, rude smacking sounds.

Guess momma never taught them to chew with thier mouths closed.

But the line was crossed as one of the goon pulled out a strawberry sundae, and downed the damn thing. At about the same time, the last box was opened, and out was pulled a fully loaded supreme pizza. Hands dipped into the box, pulling out all the slices and downing them as well.

"Gentlemen..." The voice was restrained, quite, but audible to everyone present. Slow steps carried the devil in red as he tucked his wallet into the pocket of his pants and made his way over to the pizza delivery guy, who was now curled up in a little ball on the ground, sobbing and crying for momma. Snot was dribbling down the guy's face, and the sight of a pissed off guy walking over to you wasnt making it much better.

Anthony ignored the looks of the Goon as he stepped between them and crouched down beside the delivery guy. Leaning in close, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "Who the fuck put olives on my fucking pizza?"

Citizen Posts : 22 Credits : 700

The fuck?

Who the fuck was this guy?

"Nice coat! It's mine! Take it off," demanded the closest Goon to Tony, brandishing a .357 revolver and pointing it toward his gut. Some of the Goons thought this dude was a joke, and continued stuffing their faces. Others pulled out knives, pistols, and one even had the nerve to whip out a pair of nunchucks. As silly as it seemed, he was pretty good with them, and twirled the weapon around expertly.

The thing to remember here is that all of the Goons were nothing but human, armed with weapons, knives, and numbers to instil fear. With no weapons, the guy with the nunchucks knew an average amount of martial arts, the Goon behind Tony taking a kick toward the back of his head at the moment could box somewhat, and all the rest were street fighters. All a bunch of soft, half athletic wastes that no one would care about if they were beaten down, or even killed...

"You cannot be serious."

He could smell it: the gunpower, the tang of the metal in the air, as well as the ENORMOUS amount of B.O coming off these dudes. As he turned and rose, blue eyes caught sight of a kick coming towards him. A plan flashed into his mind as a palm was infused with demonic energy; that same palm caught the foot, sliding along it until it impacted bare skin and gripped. With a hard yank, the kicker was thrown off balance and snatched into the air as Anthony leapt clear of the group of Goon, back towards the doorway of his shop, all in less time that it took to blink one's eyes. He was Cambion; such skill was natural to him.

Spoiler:

As Anthony held the goon upside down by his leg, the energy was released into his body, along with a mental command, Spear. Almost immediately, the Goon's face contorted and he began to scream as his body stiffened, his arms raising above his head, hands flattened to become the 'head' of the spear as the energy passed through his body. The goon's flesh was hardened to the strength of steel as the energy worked him over, warping his body into a livng spear. Anthony smirked, twirling his new weapon over his head before leveling it at the rest of the Goons present.

Spoiler:

"By all means, come and take it. I'll beat a motherfucker with this motherfucker!"

Citizen Posts : 22 Credits : 700

None of the goons really saw shit when the guy grabbed the other guy's ankle. It seemed like he just disappeared into thin air. All heads turned toward the building when there was a scream. It looked like he was turning into something else. How the hell did he do that? Was this real? All of the Goons looked confused.

"Kill him!"

Around 13 of the Goons were armed with guns; 9mm, 357 revolvers. All of them took aim and started firing at the shop, and at Tony. Other Goons who were standing around started looking like they wanted to run away. There was a sudden rise in these super people with strange ways of doing things. A whole building of them downtown. Some kid in a costume with a cape, some female vampire, some ninja dude with a gas mask, a girl in a cat costume and now this?

"Kill him!"

The spear-goon was hefted up as the as the bullets begand to fly. He was going to be just fine; a hard toss straight at the Goon whom given the kill order would leave the both of them embedded in the side of the building across the street. Without Anthony's energy to support the trasformation, the spear-goon's body would revert to normal, allowing him full control over his body once more.

With his hands now empty, Anthony reached into the back of his coat, removing his hand guns, Ebony and Ivory. There wasn't much he could do for his shop; but why was he even calling it his? He hadn't even purchased it yet; and from the looks of it, he wasn't gonna now.

Oh well.

But, he didnt take too kindly to being shot at, and he was already pissed off. He didnt even get a chance to eat his pizza, it came with olives on it, even though he'd asked for them to not to put olives on it, these guys had eaten his sundaes, and now.... he was being shot at.

There comes a time where one's rage gets to a point where everything simply didnt matter anymore. He was rapidly approaching this point, and was begining to see red. The guns were raised as he stood in full view of the Goons with out any sort of cover save for his clothing.

The triggers were pulled, and again, and again, and again. He wasnt worried about running out of bullets; when the clips were empty, he would charge the guns with his own demonic energy and compress it down to form bullets.

"Bang! Bangbangbang!"

As he fired, it would seem as a odd occurance to the goons; their bullets were being shot down. For round they shot, Anthony would take it out. It would seem as a there was an invisble line that the bullets could not cross.

Fucking impossible! But it wasnt, judging by the growing pile of bullets that littered the streeet between them and the Devil. And, jugding by the line growing thicker... thier shots were getting intercepted earlier and earlier...

"BangBangBangBangBangBangBangBangBangBangBangBangBangBangBangBangBangBangBangBangBangBang!"

Ebony & Ivory:

Citizen Posts : 22 Credits : 700

"What the fuck is--GWAKKKK"

That's all he managed to get out before that thing hit him, and the next thing he knew before he died was that he became a part of the wall across the street. Goons began to drop like dominoes. Heads exploded, arms were blown off. The Goons still standing were continuing to fire back at Tony, but it looked like their bullets were hitting nothing. How was this possible? Where the hell were all of these super people coming from?

The Goons that had any brains had started running away by now, hightailing it the fuck out of dodge. A Goon who'd had an arm and half his body blown off was in shock, attempting to re-attach his mangled pieces. Bloody bodies littered the street, the pavement covered in red crimson liquids and viscera.

"Oh no! You fuckers opened this can of whoop ass-- now drink it!"

The Devil hunter stopped firing for a moment, ducking, dodging and weaving through the shots with little difficulty, save for having holes littering the tails of his coat. As he weaved between the shots, he moved closer to the still firing Goons, twisting and turning. But why?

He was going to kill these fuckers; no doubt about it. But the runners?

"Stay guys! I wanna bake some fucking cookies with yall! Come on, lets get to know each other! My name is Anthony, how about yall?!" As he spoke, Ebony and Ivory were stuck out at odd angles and fired multiple times, each shot wizzing through the air, even curiving around obstacles and bouncing off each other and signs to attempt to pierce spines and blow out kneecaps to keep the runners present. If some missed and the Goons escaped, so be it. "Dont run, don't run! I got enough bull-- I mean, cookies for everyone!"

Even if the shots were not sucessful, it would not change what would happen next. As Anthony would come upon the closest Goon, who would no doubt be begining to piss his pants in fear. Anthony couldnt blame him; if something you were shooting at was weaving between the bullets and coming closer..... yea.

There was no thought to the moves; Ebony was shoved into the male's face with the intent of the barrel going into his fucking throat. The force of the shove would most likely knock free several teeth in this male's mouth, but Anthony didn't care. He would continue pushing, forcing the male onto the ground, much like the still whimpering pizza boy was currently.

"Good boy. Sit down, and let Daddy deal with your troublesome friends."

Ivory was then raised; aiming was not needed; these guys shooting were obviously human; given that none of them had even shown some sort of potential. Shots were fired, kneecap replacements for everyone before the next shot took thier lives before they hit the ground.

"Let's have a chat, shall we?"

Citizen Posts : 22 Credits : 700

27 Goons lie dead. 15 still alive, but with arms or legs missing. 2 Goons got away without being hit. They would find somewhere to hide, some hole to crawl into somewhere. An armpit apartment in the jungle that was called Edge.

The Goon left alive with the gun in his mouth wondered how he was supposed to talk like this. He was terrified, keeping his wide open bloodshot eyes on the finger that rested on the trigger.

The Pizza boy was slowly - while keeping his head down below all of the flying lead - getting his clothes and shoes back on. The kid had suffered a traumatic experience and was lucky to still be alive. "...You-you ever want another pizza, no deliveries! Fuck you guys, man! You're all fucking nuts! Pick ups only!" With this said he got back into his shit Toyota and proceeded to put put his ass back on the correct side of town...

"Yea, yea, kid. Fuck outta here."

Blue eyes turned to the Goon whom was nearly deepthroating Ebony. A smile crossed onto his face as he yet again pushed the gun deeper into the male's mouth. Almost as a reflex, Ivory was shoved into the male's crotch, the muzzle pressed right against the Goon's balls.

"SO! It seems you're in a bit of a predicament here. I'm gonna ask you two quick questions. When I stop talking, I'm going to pull my gun from your mouth; when I do, I want you to answer my first question. If you scream, yell for help or do anything other than answer my question, I'm going to shove this pretty lady back into your fucking mouth and pull the trigger. If you answer my question with no hassel, you get to live."

The grin grew wider as Anthony wiggled the gun in the Goon's mouth to emphasize his point. "And just so that you do not think I'm bullshitting you--"

A trigger was pulled; Ivory spoke to this Goon's left testicle with such conviction that the bit of flesh ran away from the rest of his body, splattering itself all over the inside of his pants and the pavement beneath him. Anthony would wait a moment; he knew that shit had to fucking hurt. He gave the goon a moment of time so that he could say a prayer for his lost nut, then spoke again as Ebony was removed from the Goon's mouth. "So. I need you to tell me where the nearest pizza parlor is."

Citizen Posts : 22 Credits : 700

The Goon went into shock. The blood began to pour onto the pavement as if he were peeing himself. The soprano screams were loud in the run down neighborhood at the loss of one of the family jewels.

Realizing that most of his manhood had been stolen, he lost the will to live. Before he put his own pistol in his mouth, he flipped Tony a middle finger on his free hand.

He pulled the trigger, a pop sound, then there were brains, bone matter, more leaking mess, ect.

[Dead, Exit]

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