Ugly World (Anyone)

OoC: Anybody can join! My character is Vivi Wilder.

BiC:
A full moon hung over the Earth, shining its faint light into the ugly of the world. At least, that's what Vivi Wilder thought. Once the sun sets and the little ones fall into their dreams, the world begins to show what it really is. In the day, the town's people peacefully spoke to eachother with no anger or madness. While in the night, all you can hear are the screams of women, the yells of men, and the small whimpers of children. Everything was hidden in the day, and everything revealed in the night where most couldn't see their true colors.

The faint tappings of Vivi's worn shoes hitting the ground was in between these noises, not heard by anyone but those in close range. The woman looked around at the town, wondering to herself about this town. Was there any good bounties here, or even a bar to find some in? She had never been to this town, and didn't even know if there was a reliable source.

"Please! Miss! Help me! Oh god, help me!" a woman screamed from Vivi's side. A quick look to her side revealed nothing but darkness. However, a beam of light from the moon quickly revealed a topless woman helpless to a towering man. Vivi just stared for a minute, taking in the scene at her own pace. The woman gazed at her with hope glimmering in her eyes. However, she had chosen the wrong girl to ask.

"Not my problem. She shouldn't have been hanging around at night anyway," thought Vivi coldly to herself. Vivi began to walk away from the scene, returning to her watch for a local bar, or even an inn for that matter.

"No...no! Please! I'm begging you!" screamed the woman again in near hysteria. Vivi didn't even turn back around, except when she heard another voice.

"Hey, get back here!" a man's voice called. Vivi turned to see the man that had rendered the woman defenseless behind her, with the woman in tow. She turned, looking at the man straight in the eyes.

"What the hell do you want?" Vivi asked coldly. The man approached her slowly, the woman draging in the ground behind him. Vivi could feel the cold stare of the woman as she was draged closer to her.

"I'm afraid I can't let you go along after you saw that little scene back there," the man spoke in a poisonous voice. Vivi glared at the man, slightly annoyed at his paranoria. Even though it was justifyed, because if it were someone else, they may have told somebody about it.

"I'm not going to tell. Back off, or I'll kill you," Vivi retaliated, her right hand ready on the hilt of her sword.

"Should I kill this man?" Vivi contemplated, "I'm not getting any money, but this was the kind of men I killed sometimes anyway. Maybe if he goes away, I'll leave him to his dirty work. But I want to go find a bar already, so maybe I'll kill him now to speed things up. I'll let the girl go, even though she's pretty stupid for being out anyway."

The man simply smirked at Vivi's last remark, "Are you that confident? You don't seriously think-."

Before the man could finish his statement, Vivi had the man pinned to a building wall, her sword out and at the man's neck. The woman, released to the man's grasp, didn't take the time to stay and watch, running away as fast as she could. The man looked down at Vivi, his face twisted in fear. Yet he struggled to keep his voice as menacing as his size.

"You little bit-" Vivi thrust her blade into the man's throat, silencing him before he could finish his last words. She let go of her hold on the man as his body fell limp, and walked away as the corpse collapsed onto the ground.

"Now...where's the bar...?" Vivi automatically began to think.

Kreed had been walking through the city, killing whoever he saw. The Goblin Man had learned it was only safe to kill at night, because during the day there were more humans with weapons out, and they all wanted to kill Kreed.

But what had he done to them? It was their fault that his mother was dead. Theirs that he was so hideous, that he was what he was. They all deserved to die.

Now Kreed had found a building with a surprising number of humans in it. Most clutched large tankards full of beer and others lay on the floor, unconscious. One man stood behind a bar and distributed beer to the patrons.

Filthy drunks, thought Kreed, I'll enjoy killing them... And with that Kreed raised his .50 Caliber and killed the bartender. The humans that were still sober panicked and ran out of the bar. Directly into Kreed who had taken out his pocketknife and stabbed the humans that got too close. He shot the rest.

"Disgusting," he muttered, looking down at a dead body. Then he realized it wasn't dead, merely passed out from drunkeness.

Kreed killed it.

To complete everything, Kreed walked into the bar and dumped the barrels of beer onto the ground.

Kreed had just walked out of the bar when he heard a voice.

"Bastard, I just found this place."

Ooc: Still getting used to writing withKreed.

OoC: It’s cool. This is the first time I’ve used Vivi.

BiC:
“Jesus, what pissed this guy off? They complement his good looks?” Vivi sarcastically wondered out loud as she watched the scene through the window.

She stood up from the ground, stepping away from the window as she put her hand on her sword. Vivi sighed, remembering her miniscule amount of cash she had left in her wallet. She probably had enough for one more meal, but it looked like she wouldn’t be getting anything from this town after this lunatic was done. She had been looking forward to a meal, and some new spoils from a bounty.

“Crap, the next town’s two days away by walking. Jeez, I’m starving, I don’t like that guy already,” Vivi thought, peeking back through the window to see the only person alive in the building. But to her, whether he was a person or not was debatable. Healthy humans didn’t usually have that green hue to their skin. He was either about to puke, or not human. Vivi thought it was the latter.

As the man shot the last surviving drunk in the room, Vivi unsheathed her sword, turning away from the window again. She observed her sword, still spotting some warm blood lingering on her blade from the man she had just killed. This made her wonder…was color was this man’s blood going to be? Vivi guessed green. That would definitely explain his skin color.

“Guess I’ll see for myself,” Vivi thought, eyeballing the door, waiting for the killer to exit the bar. As soon as he exited the bar, she walked into the moonlight, her sword pointed in his direction.

“Bastard, I just found this place,” Vivi spoke in a calm voice, though she guessed her face looked slightly annoyed. She guessed she was a little more pissed than she thought.

The man, or whatever he would be classified as, took a moment to take the image of her in. Vivi just stood there, her weapon still up, and her guard still up as well. After he had killed so many, if he decided to kill her than it would be quick. And usually witnesses died in these kinds of situations.

And she wasn’t wrong. As soon as the man was done observing her, he pulled out his gun and shot at her. Vivi dodged quickly, crouching on the ground like an animal ready to pounce.

“You ruin my day and you want to kill me? Wow, you’re pretty good a pissing me off,” Vivi spoke with a hint of anger in her voice.

"I ruined your day?" exclaimed Kreed indignantly. "You ruined my life!" Before the woman could puzzle out what he meant, the Goblin Man let loose another bullet, but she dodged this just as easily as the first. She's fast... ****...

Kreed knew this wouldn't be an easy kill. This was going to take time. At least he could make her suffer. At least he could render her helpless and torture her until she begged for death. And then he would gladly deliver it.

The woman had taken advantage of Kreeds pondering to move in close, and she attempted to del iver a fatal blow with her sword to Kreeds side. Kreed brought up his right hand and caught her sword, blade to his palm.

"You didn't see these, did you?" The Goblin Man showed the woman his left gauntlet and smiled, showing his hideous sharp teeth. To his surprise, the woman didn't jump back, she merely appeared disgusted. Kreed pushed the swordswoman back by her own blade.

"What kind of disgusting thing are you?" asked the woman.

"I am what you made me, what your kind made me. And you killed my mother!" Kreed was furious; he was not going to be insulted by a filthy human. Kreed took his pocketknife and flung it at the woman.

Vivi quickly stepped away from the flying knife, but only a split second late. Her face began to sting, and when she lifted her hand she touched a warm liquid. She knew it was her blood, but the calm woman didn’t worry about it. It didn’t feel deep, and there wasn’t coming out that fast to worry about blood loss. To her, it wasn’t even a wound.

“I killed your mother? Either I have amnesia or it’s just you who has a few screws loose in that head of yours,” Vivi spoke, lowering her hand from her face. She was going to kill this guy, beast, or whatever the hell he was. The only problem was how. This guy didn’t exactly look like an easy kill.

Maybe what Vivi had said struck a chord, or she had simply stood like a sitting duck for too long, but the man had taken out his gun again, and fired at her. Vivi kept dodging the bullets as he fired, and began to approach closer with every shot he fired. Finally, when she was in range, she lunged at the man, her sword pointed outwards towards his forearms.

The man dodged, but only after Vivi had at least got a cut in him. “****, I should have seen that coming,” she thought. Vivi gritted her teeth in frustration, angry at herself for missing. She backed up from her target, keeping a safe distance in case of retaliation.

OOC: If it is not too late to jump in here, I will be using Molk, who is located at the bottom of my signature.

BIC:
Molk had awakened at the sound of the first gun shot. The resounding cracks that accompanied each life lost from his senses echoed throughout his small room in the tavern’s attic. He slid out of the musty bed of straw that had been his home for the last few hours and walked as silently as he could on his raw, bloodied feet. The many days spent walking in the desert had not treated his body kindly.

Upon reaching the broad cracks that let the night air into the room, Molk could see nothing but darkness. The wind carried the sound of a women’s angry muttering, and soon afterwards the angry yells of a masculine voice. He could no longer sense any life in the tavern below, but the two possessors of the voices were close. Deciding it would be better to flee than meet the originators of the violent sounds outside, Molk stood slowly and opened the round window near the top of the low hanging ceiling. Shouldering his small wicker quiver, he removed his trusted bow and slid through the narrow opening. As his body emerged into the darkness of the desert town, Molk grasped the roof of the building and pulled himself onto the roof.

Molk crawled along the stone shingles that assembled to form the rooftop of the tallest building in the frontier town, glancing around for a path away from the tavern. As he moved towards the front of the pub, the blackness of the desert night was briefly desecrated by another gun shot. The light illuminated a short woman backing away from a green tinged man, sword in hand. The male figure raised his hand and within it Molk saw the faint shape of a gun. Before he had even considered leaving the woman to fend for herself an arrow soared through the air, heading directly for he who had just murdered so many men in the tavern.

Knowing the arrow would, at the very least, distract the man long enough for the woman to flee, Molk quickly moved away from the scene and approached the edge of the rooftop. The jump to the next roof was short, and from there he would be able to drop into the alleyways and fade away from the brutal massacre of the tavern. However, as Molk's body began to move in the graceful compression before a strong jump, the aches left from the days of walking in the desert took their toll of exhaustion on his body, and his legs failed him. Molk crashed into the side of the adjacent wooden building, dragging several clay shingles with him into the ground. The symphony of broken shingles resounded through the air, and he felt the lives of the man and woman that had just been joined in battle approach him. Molk glanced around, but found no escape. There was only the site of the brawl, the broad street in front of him. Notching another arrow, he walked out.

OoC: I don't mind if you join in the fun. If Kurai Chi doesn't have objections, then he will post next.

Ooc: I'm fine with you joining dude. But NO ONE ELSE JOIN!!! I HATE TRYING TO KEEP TRACK OF THREADS WITH A MILLION PEOPLE!!!

That is all.

Bic: And another guilty one to kill... thought Kreed as he watched the archer walk out of the dark alleyway. The arrow that had been fired at him missed by a fraction, whi zzing by his head.

"What do you think you're doing?" demanded the new fighter. "You can't just go around killing people for no reason?"

"You think I didn't have a reason?" demanded Kreed, insanity beginning to show in his eyes. "It's their fault my mother is dead. Just like it's your fault, and her fault." Kreed pointed at each in turn as he spoke.

Ooc: Short, I know. Couldn't think of how to make it longer without controlling you guys's characters too much.

OoC: Crrrrraaaaaaapppppp. Sorry for taking so long to post.

BiC:
"So...when did he go kill dear ol' mommy? I thought I did..." Vivi wondered out loud. The green-tinted man looked over at Vivi with a cold glare in his eyes.

"It's humanity's fault" he spoke, poison dripping from his every word. Vivi returned the glare as she began to approach him again with her sword raised, ready for another fight with the man.

"Well, alright crazy!" Vivi yelled as she attempted a thrust at the thing. He dodged the thrust, quickly aiming his guns to fire at the woman yet again. As the shots fired towards her, she ran towards the archer who had helped her before from the rooftops. The shots didn't even graze Vivi, who looked over to the archer.

"Pretty Boy, you got yourself into this, so I hope you can fight without cover" Vivi spoke, running back over to the green-tinted man.

OoC: It's short, but it's a post.

OoC: May I join?

OoC: Sorry, but I don't think that Kurai Chi would like it.

Ooc: I'm fine with you joining dude. But NO ONE ELSE JOIN!!! I HATE TRYING TO KEEP TRACK OF THREADS WITH A MILLION PEOPLE!!!

Unless he has a change of heart, sorry.