Post by oddball on May 2, 2006 14:49:43 GMT -5
My first attempt at a real fic, so be nice to me guys...
Vincent sat on the branch of an elm tree that sat in a small clearing; a gentle breeze caught his attention as he pondered his next course of action. He had found the trail of his prey, the evil that was responsible for destroying his family. Lurking in the shadows nearby, Rose sat in wait. Rose had been hired by a mysterious individual to kill a threat to the peace. As she watched Vincent sitting in the elm, she thought about her mission.
…
“You will know him when you see him…” the man had told her. “He is marked with the scars of many battles, and his eyes burn as red as the fires of hell itself…”
“Why am I hunting him?” She had asked.
“He is a threat to a powerful official of our new government, and he is extremely dangerous to our peace…” He replied.
“What are his skills?” She wanted to be prepared for anything.
“He is a skilled swordsman, other than that we don’t know that much. But take care not to underestimate him, he’s pure evil…” The man replied with a small grin. Rose noted this; something about it didn’t sit well with her. “Bring me his sword… and his head when the job is done, then you will get your fee.”
…
Vincent turned and looked up at a Robin that had landed above him. The bird looked down on Vincent without fear. Vincent simply reached out his paw to the bird; the bird flew down to him and landed on his paw without the slightest sign of hesitation. ‘This guy is evil?? The bird went to him without flinching… Who is he really?’ Rose thought to herself. A sword was strapped to his back by a strange harness. Vincent suddenly turned his red gaze to where Rose was hiding. “Are you going to sit there staring at me all day or do you want something?” he said calmly as the bird flew away. Vincent dropped from the branch and landed on his feet with ease. “I don’t know why you’re here, and to be honest I don’t care… Why not come out where I can see you better?” Rose grew hesitant; she usually attacked her targets with stealth, but this one would be different. This target was special, he deserved a frontal assault.
“How did you know I was here?” She asked, still as stone in the shadows.
“I saw you arrive…” replied Vincent as his gaze tracked the sound of her voice.
“Who are you? Tell me your name…” asked Rose as she walked into the clearing cautiously. The moment of truth had arrived. Would he attack her?
“You want my name?” Vincent smiled slightly. “My name is Vincent… That is all you need to know right now. If you wish to know my full name, then injure me in anyway you can.”
“What?”
“Fight me, cause an injury to me and I will tell you my last name. But kill me and that same name will go to my grave, and it will haunt you forever.” replied Vincent casually. He looked at the female Dalmatian standing before him. Her spot patterns gave her identity away easily. “So you are either here to kill me or just observe me. My guess is you’re here to kill… Isn’t that correct Ms. DeMaria? Rose was it?”
“No surprise you know my name…” Of course it wasn’t, she was the top assassin in the world. Just mention of her name made people grow nervous.
“Naturally, you are the best of the best. Out of all the assassins that live here you have completed every known mission. But I know something about you…” replied Vincent.
“And that would be?” asked Rose. She was still in a state of anticipation. She didn’t know whether he was going to attack her, or talk her to death.
“You once tried to avenge the Dal family, and you went after Lord Eebrum himself. You failed, but he spared you your life. But as I understand it he ripped off your wings… Rather painful I imagine.” Blood was now boiling inside Rose. No one knew about that failed attack, at least as far as she knew. But here he was, taunting her, provoking her. Rose grabbed three kunai knives from the pouch on her right thigh. She hurled them right into Vincent’s face. Blood dripped to the ground, two of the knives stuck deep into Vincent’s left forearm, framed by three parallel scars. The third blade was clenched in his bleeding left paw. “Not bad, guess that counts as an injury. My last name is Dal…” Vincent threw the kunai to the ground, but the first two still remain in his arm.
“Dal? The Dal?” Rose was now filled with anger and doubt. But could this be a trick? “How do I know I can trust you? The Dal family was killed by Eebrum; all reports say that nobody survived his assault.”
“Truth is you can’t trust me, no more than I can trust you. But if you know about my family you should remember hearing about me. Eebrum let me live, which was his one true mistake…” Vincent now drew his sword from his back. “I swore the day my parents died that someday I would drive this blade through Eebrum’s black heart. But you need to judge for yourself if I am trustworthy. If you feel you can trust a dog like me who has lost everything and is so hell bent on his revenge that he would willingly throw his life away; then go ahead. But I will have my revenge!” Vincent growled under his breath as he clenched his fists, his left paw splattered blood to the ground. The blood drops burst into small blackened flames as they impacted the earth.
“What are you?” asked Rose as she witnessed this. She was becoming nervous, as she looked into his eyes she saw a fire burning within them. A fire that spoke the truth about this young scarred Dalmatian. A fire that would never surrender or become extinguished except for two things: The realization of his vengeance, or death.
“I just someone who has nothing left to lose…” Vincent raised his sword to Rose. “So, are we going to do this?”
“I was hired to kill you… And I have never backed out of a contract.” Rose stared at her battered opponent. Already he had two kunai knives embedded in his arm, but the pain didn’t seem to faze him in the least.
“If you must kill me, grant me this request… Take this sword and kill Eebrum with it. But let him see it, let him know that it was me who had you kill him…” said Vincent calmly as he prepared for this new battle.
“I will…” Rose’s emotions were running high now, never before had she come across a target that she had felt bad about killing. He really was ready to die, even if it meant he would never personally see his vengeance completed. She lunged at him with all she had, kunai knives in her paw. Vincent kicked a nearby rotted log at her; Rose smashed it with her fist sending large splinters of wood everywhere. A strong wind came up and redirected most of the splinters right at Vincent.
“You can control the wind? Interesting…” he said as the splinters punctured his arms and torso. “Never thought you were this strong… Or this dangerous…”
“Every Rose has its thorns Vincent, remember that!” shouted Rose as she threw her knives right at Vincent.
“I’ll remember that…” Vincent dodged the first two kunai no problem, they impacted the ground with a simple thud. But the third caught Vincent in his right thigh just above his knee; it penetrated the fur and flesh with a sickening sound. He ripped out the blade in a flash, splattering the ground around him with blood as he spun to face Rose head on. The look in his eyes said it all to Rose, ‘I’m ready to die, but don’t think I’ll go down quietly!’ Rose took a step back, that expression in his gaze made her cringe. The red in his eyes seemed to intensify, a clue to the immense fire burning within his soul.
“Stop!! I can’t do it! I can’t!” screamed Rose, but Vincent had already lunged towards her; sword in one paw, and her kunai knife in the other. He hit her so hard that she was forced backward into the very elm that Vincent had been sitting in. His sword stabbed the tree in between Rose’s left eye and ear, the knife stuck into her right leg. Rose shuddered at the pain in her leg and at the incredibly close proximity of Vincent’s blade to her head. “I can’t do this to you… I won’t rob you of your goal…”
“But you were sent here to kill me, you said so yourself. Why are you deciding to stop now?” Vincent looked into her emerald green eyes for his answer, but found only a tear in each.
“I can’t do it for two reasons… First, it seems we are fighting for the same thing. We both want to see Eebrum dead, and justice done… We can work together, I know where to find him.” said Rose as tears were beginning to flow. “Secondly… Thanks to this battle I have immense respect for you. Not only for having to do all these things on your own, but because of your strength of will.” Vincent continued to hold Rose to the tree for a while. He then released her and dropped himself onto his knees; his sword fell to his side.
“Strength of will? You don’t understand… I lost a great deal of strength that day… The only thing that keeps me going is my hatred, fear, and pain. Nothing more… One minute ago, you were trying to kill me. Now you are offering to help me seek my revenge… How can I trust you?” Rose pulled her knife from her leg. She then limped over to Vincent and sat on the ground beside him.
“I give you my word, that I will help you seek your goal. I will protect you until the day I die if I must. But you will get your revenge, I swear it…” Rose held her knife out to Vincent. “Taking my offer is your decision… But if you deny it, I will be forced to kill you now” Rose put the knife to Vincent’s throat. “But if Eebrum is dead, then my contract is terminated by his death, not yours.”
“Eebrum hired you to do this?” asked Vincent.
“Not in person, he had an associate of his contact me… Probably knows I want to kill him just as bad as you do… And I would have killed him if I had the chance again. So what do you say? Partners?” Rose put out her paw to Vincent; he did not look at her for quite some time. But when he did, a side of Vincent showed itself for the first time in a long time; Vincent took Rose’s paw and shook it, a single tear stood in his eye. Rose withdrew her knife.
“Partners…”
To be continued…
Characters are property of Oddy. They may not be used without permission. You know all that crap that relates to peoples Original characters... Blah Blah Blah...
Vincent sat on the branch of an elm tree that sat in a small clearing; a gentle breeze caught his attention as he pondered his next course of action. He had found the trail of his prey, the evil that was responsible for destroying his family. Lurking in the shadows nearby, Rose sat in wait. Rose had been hired by a mysterious individual to kill a threat to the peace. As she watched Vincent sitting in the elm, she thought about her mission.
…
“You will know him when you see him…” the man had told her. “He is marked with the scars of many battles, and his eyes burn as red as the fires of hell itself…”
“Why am I hunting him?” She had asked.
“He is a threat to a powerful official of our new government, and he is extremely dangerous to our peace…” He replied.
“What are his skills?” She wanted to be prepared for anything.
“He is a skilled swordsman, other than that we don’t know that much. But take care not to underestimate him, he’s pure evil…” The man replied with a small grin. Rose noted this; something about it didn’t sit well with her. “Bring me his sword… and his head when the job is done, then you will get your fee.”
…
Vincent turned and looked up at a Robin that had landed above him. The bird looked down on Vincent without fear. Vincent simply reached out his paw to the bird; the bird flew down to him and landed on his paw without the slightest sign of hesitation. ‘This guy is evil?? The bird went to him without flinching… Who is he really?’ Rose thought to herself. A sword was strapped to his back by a strange harness. Vincent suddenly turned his red gaze to where Rose was hiding. “Are you going to sit there staring at me all day or do you want something?” he said calmly as the bird flew away. Vincent dropped from the branch and landed on his feet with ease. “I don’t know why you’re here, and to be honest I don’t care… Why not come out where I can see you better?” Rose grew hesitant; she usually attacked her targets with stealth, but this one would be different. This target was special, he deserved a frontal assault.
“How did you know I was here?” She asked, still as stone in the shadows.
“I saw you arrive…” replied Vincent as his gaze tracked the sound of her voice.
“Who are you? Tell me your name…” asked Rose as she walked into the clearing cautiously. The moment of truth had arrived. Would he attack her?
“You want my name?” Vincent smiled slightly. “My name is Vincent… That is all you need to know right now. If you wish to know my full name, then injure me in anyway you can.”
“What?”
“Fight me, cause an injury to me and I will tell you my last name. But kill me and that same name will go to my grave, and it will haunt you forever.” replied Vincent casually. He looked at the female Dalmatian standing before him. Her spot patterns gave her identity away easily. “So you are either here to kill me or just observe me. My guess is you’re here to kill… Isn’t that correct Ms. DeMaria? Rose was it?”
“No surprise you know my name…” Of course it wasn’t, she was the top assassin in the world. Just mention of her name made people grow nervous.
“Naturally, you are the best of the best. Out of all the assassins that live here you have completed every known mission. But I know something about you…” replied Vincent.
“And that would be?” asked Rose. She was still in a state of anticipation. She didn’t know whether he was going to attack her, or talk her to death.
“You once tried to avenge the Dal family, and you went after Lord Eebrum himself. You failed, but he spared you your life. But as I understand it he ripped off your wings… Rather painful I imagine.” Blood was now boiling inside Rose. No one knew about that failed attack, at least as far as she knew. But here he was, taunting her, provoking her. Rose grabbed three kunai knives from the pouch on her right thigh. She hurled them right into Vincent’s face. Blood dripped to the ground, two of the knives stuck deep into Vincent’s left forearm, framed by three parallel scars. The third blade was clenched in his bleeding left paw. “Not bad, guess that counts as an injury. My last name is Dal…” Vincent threw the kunai to the ground, but the first two still remain in his arm.
“Dal? The Dal?” Rose was now filled with anger and doubt. But could this be a trick? “How do I know I can trust you? The Dal family was killed by Eebrum; all reports say that nobody survived his assault.”
“Truth is you can’t trust me, no more than I can trust you. But if you know about my family you should remember hearing about me. Eebrum let me live, which was his one true mistake…” Vincent now drew his sword from his back. “I swore the day my parents died that someday I would drive this blade through Eebrum’s black heart. But you need to judge for yourself if I am trustworthy. If you feel you can trust a dog like me who has lost everything and is so hell bent on his revenge that he would willingly throw his life away; then go ahead. But I will have my revenge!” Vincent growled under his breath as he clenched his fists, his left paw splattered blood to the ground. The blood drops burst into small blackened flames as they impacted the earth.
“What are you?” asked Rose as she witnessed this. She was becoming nervous, as she looked into his eyes she saw a fire burning within them. A fire that spoke the truth about this young scarred Dalmatian. A fire that would never surrender or become extinguished except for two things: The realization of his vengeance, or death.
“I just someone who has nothing left to lose…” Vincent raised his sword to Rose. “So, are we going to do this?”
“I was hired to kill you… And I have never backed out of a contract.” Rose stared at her battered opponent. Already he had two kunai knives embedded in his arm, but the pain didn’t seem to faze him in the least.
“If you must kill me, grant me this request… Take this sword and kill Eebrum with it. But let him see it, let him know that it was me who had you kill him…” said Vincent calmly as he prepared for this new battle.
“I will…” Rose’s emotions were running high now, never before had she come across a target that she had felt bad about killing. He really was ready to die, even if it meant he would never personally see his vengeance completed. She lunged at him with all she had, kunai knives in her paw. Vincent kicked a nearby rotted log at her; Rose smashed it with her fist sending large splinters of wood everywhere. A strong wind came up and redirected most of the splinters right at Vincent.
“You can control the wind? Interesting…” he said as the splinters punctured his arms and torso. “Never thought you were this strong… Or this dangerous…”
“Every Rose has its thorns Vincent, remember that!” shouted Rose as she threw her knives right at Vincent.
“I’ll remember that…” Vincent dodged the first two kunai no problem, they impacted the ground with a simple thud. But the third caught Vincent in his right thigh just above his knee; it penetrated the fur and flesh with a sickening sound. He ripped out the blade in a flash, splattering the ground around him with blood as he spun to face Rose head on. The look in his eyes said it all to Rose, ‘I’m ready to die, but don’t think I’ll go down quietly!’ Rose took a step back, that expression in his gaze made her cringe. The red in his eyes seemed to intensify, a clue to the immense fire burning within his soul.
“Stop!! I can’t do it! I can’t!” screamed Rose, but Vincent had already lunged towards her; sword in one paw, and her kunai knife in the other. He hit her so hard that she was forced backward into the very elm that Vincent had been sitting in. His sword stabbed the tree in between Rose’s left eye and ear, the knife stuck into her right leg. Rose shuddered at the pain in her leg and at the incredibly close proximity of Vincent’s blade to her head. “I can’t do this to you… I won’t rob you of your goal…”
“But you were sent here to kill me, you said so yourself. Why are you deciding to stop now?” Vincent looked into her emerald green eyes for his answer, but found only a tear in each.
“I can’t do it for two reasons… First, it seems we are fighting for the same thing. We both want to see Eebrum dead, and justice done… We can work together, I know where to find him.” said Rose as tears were beginning to flow. “Secondly… Thanks to this battle I have immense respect for you. Not only for having to do all these things on your own, but because of your strength of will.” Vincent continued to hold Rose to the tree for a while. He then released her and dropped himself onto his knees; his sword fell to his side.
“Strength of will? You don’t understand… I lost a great deal of strength that day… The only thing that keeps me going is my hatred, fear, and pain. Nothing more… One minute ago, you were trying to kill me. Now you are offering to help me seek my revenge… How can I trust you?” Rose pulled her knife from her leg. She then limped over to Vincent and sat on the ground beside him.
“I give you my word, that I will help you seek your goal. I will protect you until the day I die if I must. But you will get your revenge, I swear it…” Rose held her knife out to Vincent. “Taking my offer is your decision… But if you deny it, I will be forced to kill you now” Rose put the knife to Vincent’s throat. “But if Eebrum is dead, then my contract is terminated by his death, not yours.”
“Eebrum hired you to do this?” asked Vincent.
“Not in person, he had an associate of his contact me… Probably knows I want to kill him just as bad as you do… And I would have killed him if I had the chance again. So what do you say? Partners?” Rose put out her paw to Vincent; he did not look at her for quite some time. But when he did, a side of Vincent showed itself for the first time in a long time; Vincent took Rose’s paw and shook it, a single tear stood in his eye. Rose withdrew her knife.
“Partners…”
To be continued…
Characters are property of Oddy. They may not be used without permission. You know all that crap that relates to peoples Original characters... Blah Blah Blah...