Das Ende [Godmode]

[«Wraith»]

Tuesdays were always dead enough for him to leave the bar in the hands of one his employees while he went out and ran errands, this Tuesday was no exception. He stopped by the shopping district, a near by floral shop and picked up several bouquets of flowers before catching a train to the Park where he followed a small trail off the beaten path which lead to a cemetery. He usually made sure no one was following but after a while he eventually realized no one really cared. He made his way down off into a small corner, a plot with several tombstones. He cleared each one and pulled the weeds before setting down flowers at each head stone. Each one was empty but it was the thought and sentiment behind it.

Each tombstone held the name of one of his old friends; Alice, Dante, Carlos, and Rain, He stood there for a moment and sighed. "So Amy's back, looks like she's fully recovered too so that's nice." He looked over at a tombstone, "She's become a lot like you, I can see it. Way more confident and sure of herself. She's kind of developed the best qualities of all of you guys. You'd all be pretty proud of her." He stopped and chuckled, "You'll get a kick out of this Alice, there's a local gang filled with B.O.W.s, painting your face all across the city, they pretty much deified you which if you were around now I know you'd hate."

He fell quiet, "I never did apologize for any of the shit I said or did when we were with each other back in '25. Wish you were hear now so I didn't have to do it to an empty grave. LJ's doing alright, still up to his typical shit, keeping a close eye on Molly and John. He hasn't come by the bar in a while so I'm starting to get a little worried... Though honestly he should be fine." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up. "God it feels like yesterday we were all together laughing and joking while in the midst of a zombie apocalypse at the old RPD station. Can you guys believe I even made it to the age I am? We all thought I wasn't going to be able to last more than two years given everything at the time. Now look..." He choked back the sadness in his voice, the survivors guilt starting to take hold while he stood there, tears running down his cheeks and into his freshly trimmed beard.

He sniffed and wiped his eyes trying to regain his composure, "Amy she's uh... She's starting something, I don't know what, I didn't really ask but I don't think I'd be much use anyways. I just don't have it in me anymore... That became apparent last night." He took a deep breath in through his nose. "I didn't tell her, but the degradation starting to set back in again... and this time it's getting bad, quickly. I've probably got six months top if I'm lucky according to Annette." He took a drag from his cigarette "Sheppard said she was working on something, but let's be real, it's just delaying the inevitable..." He paused, "She'll be alright though," He was talking about Amy, "It's going to hurt for her for a while but honestly... I feel like she could tell from our meeting last night."

He let out another long sigh and let it carry on the sounds of the woods around them. "I always thought I'd go out with a bang, facing down an enemy and going down swinging. Not simply wither away to nothing like before." He let out a small chuckle, "Not exactly what I meant by living out however long I have left peacefully..." He stretched and moaned a little as he shifted his weight. "Alright, enough of this old man bitching... I miss you guys, wherever you all are now."

With that he left, following the path he had taken to get here before ending up on one of the main jogging paths. He walked it for a little before something caught his attention while he was walking.

[The Reaper]

"That was touching back there," said a heavily accented man behind a steel mask, he had been following for a while before letting himself get noticed, several others stepped out the brush around them as well, all wearing similar gear and metal masks like his, they were death masks, each one different and unique to the Wolf wearing it, there was a familiar face with the accented man, someone Adam may have remembered from the Sons of Sorrow his name wasn't important but the bright red mask was recognizable.

"I hadn't planned to come visit my brother but word around the streets is that you were going to be here and the other word on the streets from three dumb asses we picked up the other night is that you might be an unnatural. Surprise, we also find out you've been visited by a person of interest, the so called Maiden of Revolution," he reached up behind his mask lowering his hood and unbuckled the sides of the mask and removed it handing it over to the red masked man next to him and removed his cloak completely.

He was black haired but it was shaved close to his scalp, he had a deep set of scars on the right side of his face and the look on his face was pretty neutral, there was a similar look in his eye to a man Adam knew long ago, it was killer instinct the look that Alex gave Hija before he died, one without fear, one ready to die.

"Names Jack, Jack Chambers," he said, cracking his knuckles one at a time, "I'm going to skip the questions, you basically already gave me the answers by talking to the dead. Now the question is, can you still dance in your old age, or is the Adam Kurgan my brother knew long gone?"

[«Wraith»]

"Never heard of you..." He looked around assessing the situation, mentally cursing to himself as he realized just how badly outnumbered he was. He'd stopped really arming himself a few years ago only ever really keeping his old K-bar knife on the side of his hip. He unbuckled the button on the strap and slid the knife out of it's sheath. He took a deep breath trying to suppress the muscle shaking and light headed feeling caused by the rush of endorphins and adrenaline. "You're in way over your head when it comes to her." He dropped into his old CQC knife fighting stance.

[The Reaper]

"Maybe," he said in reply, "that doesn't really matter. Jobs a job, better to die on my feet than laying in a bed anyways."

He began pulling straps on on his vest and pulled it off, "you measure a mans worth based on the battles, not the conversations, not the charity. Any man can give away all of this things for others but how many men are willing to fight for what they believe in?"

Jack grabbed his knife from his hip holster and pulled it, "so the question is, are you willing to die for her?"

[«Wraith»]

He stood there and let the man talk a stern look on the aged face as he readied the knife. "That's a really stupid fucking question..." Without a further moment's hesitation Adam launched forward, not nearly as fast as he used to be but still quick enough to for others to have a hard time tracking him. He lashed out with his knife delivering several slashes to vital areas out of reflex trying to end his enemy quickly before delivering a vicious knee to the gut with all the strength he could muster up to put distance between them. The problem was the moment his knee connected it was like hitting a brick wall that was supported by steal beams. Further he could note that even though he felt the attacks land... there was nothing, no damage no signs of any real injury inflicted. He sighed inwardly 'Oh god...'

[The Reaper]

He straightened up, the cuts had already healed over and the blood was sizzling off his body like smoke, he cracked his neck left and right slowly with sickeningly loud pops, "that's good, loyalty to your comrades is important unless you're sights are set on a better goal. Damn shame she's not going to get to see that happy face of yours anymore, even more of a shame she wont change sides, I have a soft spot for my brothers 'children'."

Jack stepped forward swinging once with a right cross, it was lightning fast and aimed for Adams jawline, he was simply testing his reflexes.

[«Wraith»]

This song and dance again? How many people used the tactic to try and taunt while being tank. It was a good tactic but at this point he'd seen and heard it from enough people that it only slightly irritated him. His open hand instinctively came up cupping around and pushing away the fist towards his face as he shifted his weight back then forward as his counter attack came in the form of a stab aimed at his opponent's throat.

[The Reaper]

His left hand shot upward upper cutting Adam in the elbow making his knife shoot over his head then stepped in shoulder checking him and lifted a foot to push him against his stomach with the bottom of his foot distancing themselves from one another. He flipped his knife in his hand catching it so it was no facing up rather than back handed ready to stab rather than slash.

"Alright, lets get this show on the road," Jack said.

[«Wraith»]

He lost his grip on his knife the moment Chamber's fist connected with his elbow, he'd managed to hit the nerve commonly referred to as the funny bone and as a result Adam lost feeling in his arm. He was also quickly thrown back, although he was trying to recover his footing he tripped on a root, falling on his ass. He was outclassed and he up knew it. He held up his hand, "Grant this old man a chance to say goodbye before we do?" He said standing up and pulling out his phone. He dialed Amy's number however when it went to voicemail his heart sank lower than it ever had before. He sighed heavily.'Shit...' He left a very heartfelt message before hanging up the phone and crushing it in his grip.

He let the pieces fall to the ground. Stomping on the sim card and crushing it. He looked to his enemy. There was a fire in his eye as it began to vibrantly glow its deep sapphire. "Better to die fighting right?"

He dropped into his stance, the sweat on his boy turning to steam as his body temp grew hotter. He dashed forwards throwing several different attacks, each one with all the strength his body could muster, each attack capable of hitting with the impact of a small high speed semi-truck.

[The Reaper]

He tossed his knife into the ground and motioned for Adam to make the phone call, he might have been an asshole but he always respected the last wishes if they were within reason. He looked over at Red and said something to him and his men fanned out into the area, he didn't know what the call was but his men would be covering just in case.

"Yer goddamn right," he said and slid a foot forward, the first strike met his forearm the next met his knee, each blocked, he didn't move back instead he pushed forward straight right to Adam's chest, step forward, hook to his liver, step forward, leg kick and then he stepped back, the damage on his right arm healed over from the first blocked attack as he readied his stance.

[«Wraith»]

He was being pushed back as he crumbled under each hit but he fought off the pain which was making his vision blur and tossing him mentally in between the present and the past. He took a labored breath, most of his ribs were cracked and he could feel the internal bleeding from the liver shot. Still though he stepped forwards barely managing to ignore the pain in his leg as he launched another set of attacks, upwards hook towards the jaw, straight heal stomp towards the knee and an elbow towards the right temple area of the skull. He barely managed to the strength to secure a clinch and just started throwing as many hard knees as he could into his opponent's center mass.

All this though, he knew it didn't matter, he could feel this burst of strength and energy already waning even as he launched the knees. His injuries both current and past were catching up to him all at once. This was just to save face, he knew it, and he was sure that Chamber's knew it.

[The Reaper]

Right hook landed square but he rolled his head as if it wasn't there, he lifted his knee checking the stomp then raised his right arm blocking the elbow but that was what Adam wanted as he secured a clinch. The first knees hit Chambers and he laughed.

"Good, you still-" a knee landed, "have that fire in you-" another knee, "just like Alex said you did."

He reached down with his left arm as another knee came up and took the blow but put his hand under the knee and pushed forward putting his opposite foot behind Adams pushing him to the ground and scrambled on top of his securing a mounted position and began dropping fists straight into the downed warrior left, right, about a dozen of them before he had enough of the position and put his hand on Adams chest getting up casually to assess the damage and let Adam back to his feet.

Jack put his thumb against his nose and blew hard clearing his sinus of blood then stuck his finger in his ear to relieve the pressure he just created, "c'mon, we're not done yet. You still got more in the tank kid. Take your time, if you can heal some of those wounds, then again it looks like you're abilities are kind of washed at this point."

For the most part Jack looked fine, he was sweating a bit but otherwise he didn't have any significant damage on him and the dirt on his clothes was mostly from his own scramble.

"Back in '05 Chambers asked me to come help out in the country but I was in China securing labs there, gunning down the tyrants and bioweapons. He had his own front line and I had mine," Jack was giving Adam all the time he needed at this point to recover, "a decade later I still got messages from him asking to come back to the states but I was still in the thick of it making sure Europes Umbrella branches couldn't breath without a wolf breathing down their throats. I should have been here though, he asked me to come a decade after that and I turned it down again and he got killed right after."

He looked over to Adam, "we all have our regrets, and I'll carry each one with me. Damn shame we couldn't have met on better terms. You ready kid?"

[«Wraith»]

He laid there for a minute, blood pouring from the openings sliced into his face from Chamber's fist and his nice busted and bleeding. He could was going to lay there for a moment, just let that feeling of death wash over him. His healing ability had been one of the first things that diminished to near nothing. He groaned and rolled over slowly forcing his body to cooperate as he got to his hands and feet panting. 'Die on your feet, of all the ways to go, this isn't the worst.' He managed to get a foot under himself and slowly got up. He was on his last leg already, his muscles fatigued to the point that he could barely hold them at chest level without them shaking.

His breaths were labored and painful and he swayed as he stood there. He spat out blood which had collected in his mouth and reset his jaw. "You talk way more than your brother." He knew he was done, but he was going to go down swinging. "Just shut up and finish it." He launched forward as best he could putting all his energy into one last palm strike aimed at Chamber's chest but his fatigue made it sloppy and not as powerful. This was it.

[The Reaper]

As Adam moved forward his right hand shot to the left side of his belt and he pulled his revolver from its holster and pressed it against Adam's chest as his palm strike landed and pulled the trigger pumping a .338 bullet straight through the B.O.W. then spun the revolver back toward himself and holstered it casually.

"Good fight kid," he said raising his hand for a hand shake.

[«Wraith»]

He heard the loud bang and stopped, he went cold, he already knew what had happen. He stopped, the edges of his sight already fading black. He went to raise his hand and coughed up blood, falling to his knees and then to his back. As he stared up at the sky his vision faded and after twenty four long hard fought years he finally knew the peace that death brought.