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Stratus

Stratus


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Age : 36
Location : Under your bed
Job/Interests : Bikini inspector
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Registration Date : 2010-07-18

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PostSubject: A sticky situation   A sticky situation I_icon_minitimeSun Jul 25, 2010 3:54 am

OOC: OMG 4 pages 2000 words!!! Okay, I went on another one of my "moments". I would say I was on a roll, muse hit me with a stick, got in a groove, etc. Whatever you would call it, it happened and behold the end result. Took me 2 days to write should take under an 10 mins to finish. Read at your own risk. Be sure to take a break between blocks of text.

Little by little the trees thinned and the number of roads increased. Finally he came within view of the clustered buildings. From far away he had seen a twinkle of lights, now so close it seemed much larger. The forest seemed so small behind him in comparison. He stood on the edge of the trees before the city’s concrete began it’s tyranny. With one more look back, he jumped to the nearest roof, and began his exploration of the new forest. From treetops to rooftops was a fairly easy transition. He could clear the gaps made from the side streets and alleys easy enough. The intersections and crosswalk areas did pose some problems. In the end he used the power lines and light posts to make the distance. The larger jumps worked, but it proved too tiring. He couldn’t spend as much time looking down, but tried to memorize the layout of the city. He opened his senses, and was flooded with the now familiar signal of human prey. Another signal jumped out at him, but he couldn’t recognize it. It was human yet not, he could only think it was animal. There were so many people it was hard to tell where they were; it was like trying to separate sand on the beach. It actually felt like trying to single out a single raindrop during a storm. Too much information at once, he closed his sense somewhat. Instead he tried to narrow it down to the more immediate area. Not as many strong signals, but still worth looking into. He had found that the stronger signals seemed to ‘taste’ better. On the way to city he had indulged in a few animal hunts. But they were few that strong, so he was reluctant to hunt them down right away. He was also unsure if weak signals grew stronger with time. He had found weak signal adults and children he could not determine any pattern. It took time to find the more populated areas; schools, a mall, and most of downtown area. Of the three the third was the most troublesome. The deeper downtown he got the higher the buildings, his staying on the high ground wasn’t as effective. And he couldn’t jump as high to clear the skyscrapers. Scaling them proved impossible with their glass windows and sheer sides. The alleys and parking areas were plentiful enough; he would use the maze like system to his advantage if possible. He was thankful for his invisibility as he navigated the city’s streets. A dog reacted to his presence and he tried to shrink his signal as he had practiced before arriving. He could only figure his own signal flares up as he moves around, trying to suppress it while moving was difficult. The sun was setting, and the time for hunting drew near.

The sun was gone and still people wandered the sidewalks as cars filled the streets. They were not alone. Stratus sat on a rooftop close to the downtown area. A simple three story apartment building was his perch as the night unfolded below him. When darkness fell he had opened his sense once more. The flood was even greater near the city’s center, but he had also sensed something familiar; other hollows. He had faintly hoped that he would have the city to himself, but had guessed Pike’s choice of the forest had it’s reasons. He was not alone in this hunting ground, he best be prepared to defend himself. Stratus didn’t feel it was wise to fight in the unfamiliar territory. He would hunt down a meal, and retreat to the forest if necessary. Once there he would make sort work of it like he did Pike. He narrowed his sense again and focused on a strong signal from up the street. A group of four ladies were slowly rounding the corner. It was harder to sense which of the three was the source of the signal. As they got closer he pinpointed it to the redheaded woman in their group. They stopped at the apartment he sat on, and one from their group entered the complex. The other three started into another direction. Stratus preferred to have his prey in the open, he didn’t like the idea of breaking into a building; it seemed so primitive and barbaric. True he was a monster, but he liked to think he had more style and grace than that. He leapt to the next building follow the girls down the street. The stopped by a small car and two of them entered the vehicle. Unfortunately, the redhead was one of them. The last of the girls, a dark haired lady, continued the block alone. Stratus was abit disappointed with losing the target, but the final girl’s signal wasn’t too weak. A meal was a meal, and he had no idea how long before another hollow could find him. He stalked his new prey from above waiting for the perfect time to strike. Cars passed on the street, and some other people. Stratus ignored them, fixating only on his selected target. There several side streets, he knew he had to act quickly. If he knew the target’s destination he could race ahead and then ambush there. But he needed to grab her in a way to not have anyone notice. Even if he was invisible, if someone saw her suddenly fly into the air, they might get suspicious. As she walked close to an alley Stratus jumped down in front of her. As soon as he landed his clawed hand shot out and grabbed the unfortunate human by the face, fingers digging into the tender flesh, and then he dove into the dark alley. It all happened in a matter of seconds. The girl was barely alive, her face nearly crushed by the strong grip. No sound had escaped her lips as the hollow began feeding on her. As much as he had disdain for primal and barbaric acts the way he fed was exactly that. He tore the hapless girl apart within moments. His meal finished, he thought of nothing more than a hasty retreat to the outskirts of the city for rest. He looked around; like before there were bits of flesh, clothing, and blood everywhere.

There was a trash dumpster against of the walls of the alley. Stratus walks over to the dumpster and ops the lid, the putrid smell hits him. He scoops up the remains and tosses them in. As he places the last of it into the bin, he notes some ripped fabric clinging to his right hand. He tries to dust it off, but it stays on his hand. He then pulls with more force and it slowly disengages from his hand strings of green slime trailing from his hand. It’s the same slimy substance as before when he had exited the lake. The piece of cloth dangles on the end of the slime strings. Stratus scrapes the slime off his hand on the inside lip of the dumpster. This proves to be disastrous; his hand is now stuck to the dumpster. “Huh!?” he says dumbfounded. He tries to remove his hand and the dumpster moves with him. Thoughts start popping into his brain; the slime from the lake was on his hand now. He wasn’t at the lake now, so the slime was in fact created by him. This batch was stickier than the first; he recalled rubbing it off on a tree with ease. His hand is now stuck to the metal. With is left hand he held the dumpster still while he pulled again with his right. He grunted and pulled his hand again this time his hand pulled away from the edge. Slime strands of green connected the dumpster to his hand; they stretched reluctantly as he pulled. The resistance was more than he anticipated. His hand snapped back onto the dumpster again. Stratus thought about it, he could try cutting them with his claw, but he might just get both hands stuck in the green glue. He looked around for something to cut the strands with. He spied a large shard of glass near his feet. When tried to bend over to pick it up, and found he couldn’t move his left hand. He looked closer at his left hand, sure enough there was green slime leaking down from where it touched the dumpster. “YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!” He didn’t mean to shout, but his frustration and annoyance had reached a critical level. Pulling with both hands only lifted the dumpster or brought it closer to him. He couldn’t get enough leverage to pull his hands free. The thought of using his feet popped into his head. But the thought of his feet being attached to the trash quelled that idea quickly. A part of him wondered why this had to happen once he touched the dumpster; the smell was revolting. Was it the metal? This hadn’t happened when he hit that car. The slime by the lake had come off easy, perhaps the water weakened it? There wasn’t any liquid within the immediate area. What about the blood? There wasn’t enough blood left from his meal, most of it was absorbed into the ground by now. There were remnants of blood on his hand, so that was a wash. He stood in silence his hand trapped, and thought. Minutes ticked by. A possible solution finally came to him. He stretched his body out he was able to brace his legs against the opposite side of the alley and push the dumpster again the other wall. Although his feet were on the ground it almost looked like a superman’s flying pose. The second part of his plan was easy enough; rather than pulling he dug his claws into the metal bin. The metal connected to his hands was torn off, his hands free from the large bin with the metal scraps still on his palms. Very carefully he uses both hands to grip the metal and pull it from his palm. Before it snaps back he starts to twist it; the strands bend together. He keeps twisting and pulling the metal until the tension of it all pulls the metal free. Stratus tosses the metal over his shoulder. He then does the same to his other hand careful not to touch the slimy green. He takes a look at his hands; the slime still dangles from his claws. Swinging his arm violently parts of the gluey substance came off his hands. Stratus had hung around long enough, he decided it was time to leave the alley and clean the residue in a river if possible. He bent his legs and jumped, he lifted off the ground a couple feet then slammed back down. The sudden impact made him lose his balance, he started to fall backwards. Instinctively he wind milled his arms and caught himself with his hands. Once steadied his balance he looked down at his feet, there was glistening green around the edge of his feet’s talons. And then the gravity of the situation hit him, his hands placed against the wall fully extended. Stratus’s feet were stuck to the ground next to each other, and his back was arched with his arms spread wide behind. It was hard to move; moving his fingers to dig at the brick wall wasn’t possible. Several minutes passed as he struggled. His anger reached a new high, the rage welled up within him. Then he screamed. It wasn’t a regular scream; the air vibrated and became heavy. Something primal he had never felt before surged through his body. He renewed his efforts, and thought he felt the glue slacken. Then a sudden signal hit him. The surge of power was replaced with a feeling of fear; this was similar to the one he felt on that deserted street. The glue’s hold tightened once again. The signal was coming closer, Stratus panicked and pulled. The power wouldn’t come to his limbs, he was trapped. The instinct from before was telling him to run, but he couldn’t. The signal was upon him, and he noticed motion from above. Something dropped from the nearby rooftop. Due to his pose he couldn’t get a good view. A laugh filled the alley and the source drew closer. The laughter continued until the person stood in front of Stratus. It was a man in a black garb, a sword of some sort hung from his hip. The man was of average height with wavy brown hair, he looked no older than twenty. The signal was coming from this man? Pike’s words haunt him, "Don't underestimate them, they have swords. Swords that can cut our flesh, break our masks, and send us away." Stratus’ eyes fixed on the sword. The shinigami had stopped laughing and was looking at the mess before him.
“It was a rather quiet night until you popped up all of a sudden.” He began; he dug into an unseen pocket and pulled out something silver. It cast a small light on his face, and then he tucked it away back into the pocket. “But in all my years I’ve never seen a something like this.” His hand came to rest on his sword as he spoke. A chill ran down Stratus’s spine and his stomach started to gurgle. He pulled the blade free from it’s sheath and walked closer. The metal gleamed down at him. So this was it? He was going to die once more? It was such a pathetic end to his second life. His stomach lurched as the man raised the blade and brought it swinging down. From Stratus’s mouth exploded a stream of green slime. The shinigami was probably more surprised than Stratus as the goo hit him head on and slammed him against the opposite wall. The slimy substance plastered over his face and arms, the sword now pinned, his legs dangle a foot off the ground. The shinigami’s face twitches beneath the emerald glaze. Stratus realizes he’s suffocating; the man’s feet kick rapidly. The kicking slows and the man’s face contorts, his fingers twitch and release the sword. The blade fell to the ground and the shinigami’s twitching ceased. Amazement and shock kept Stratus motionless. Not only was he still alive after a certain death situation, he had killed a shinigami. As much as he wanted to bask in the glory of his achievements, his current posture ruined the moment. Struggling didn’t do any good, so he tried to relax. The threat of the shinigami being dealt with, he calmed his mind similar to when he reduced his signal. This time he tried to focus on his hands. He moved his fingers from the wall without even thinking about it. The green was gone from his hands, but remained on the walls. He leaned forward and focused on his feet and stepped free of the puddle. “Okay.” He looks at the still body “Now for the true test.” He tries to keep focused and reaches into the glob of green. The hand pierces the cocoon and grasps the man’s throat. Holding his focus he pulls the man free. A toothy grin came to his face; he looked at the limp form. “Maybe a taste won’t hurt.” The night ends with a second meal, and Stratus leaps towards the safety of the forest. In hindsight he wonders if the death of the shinigami might bring more. He had little choice in the matter, and if he hadn’t he would be dead again. He sighed as he reached the edge of the city, and the forest came within view. He needed to work on using that sticky slime. It would have to wait it was late; the sun slowly broke the horizon. The city behind him he landed in the forest. Two hearty meals, the ordeal, and the whole long night all faded into sleep.


Last edited by Stratus on Sun Jul 25, 2010 3:56 am; edited 1 time in total (Reason for editing : Spelling gremlins. Damn them all)
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