Post by L on Mar 25, 2020 17:11:06 GMT -5
Crossing the entire wasteland in a couple days time was no small feat, he took his fathers old motorcycle out of the garage, it was a custom made V-10 monster, something Umbrella cooked up during his time working for them, the damn thing could reach speeds around 400 easily and how it was built made it look like an industrial nightmare, the tires on it were extremely durable and could clear terrain deemed unsuitable for motorcycles. Regardless, it took him around 8 hours to travel the 2,500 miles and as he approached the city he pulled the motorcycle off the main road into a garage off the main stretch handing it off to a contact of his fathers, a man who worked for him during his time in the UBCS.
He would travel the rest of the trip on foot, wearing a white button up, black leather riding pants, black boots, and only the jewelry on his body. To put it lightly he looked like a modern day goth punk rocker heading into the city for a show. He didn't really draw too much attention to himself as he approached the checkpoint gate and got in line behind the others who were heading into the city but he knew what was to come. One person at a time cleared the gate, the buzzer went off on a few who took their medication and went through again clearing the check point.
"Sheep," he said silently to himself, he was coming close to the gate, it would be his time to act soon enough. He smiled as the guard asked for him to stand still, the scanner went up and down his body once and every alarm went off at the gate.
"Holy shit," said the guard, "sir! The scanner is reading Omega!"
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM!"
"Resist much, obey little," said L as a team of armed guards began to converge, "Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go."
"GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND!"
They were surrounding him each one holding a rifle.
"No," L said, "you."
L lifted his hand and the closest guard came off the ground and when L clenched his hand blood poured to the ground as the guard was pulled into himself breaking his bones and crushing his lungs. L slammed the man to the ground with one motion and with his other hand he pulled a barrier around him as the armed guards opened fire, their bullets ricocheted off the barrier and swerved around him as if he had an 300 series device, in one motion he moved forward driving a wave of darkness and shadows behind him that fogged the area.
The checkpoint guard could hear screams beyond the black smoke screen and as he faded there was enough gore to shame a B list horror movie left behind and the man who set off the alarm was standing there without a scratch or drop of blood on him.
He looked at the checkpoint guard.
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead," he said as he walked slowly to the guard who was visibly shaking not moving for his weapon, nothing, "I lift my eyes and all is born again... Sylvia Plath."
He smiled and touched the guards face lifting his chin so his eyes would look away from the gore and to his eyes, "they will ask you who did this, and you will tell them not a man, but a monster. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes," said the guard, his voice shaking as much as he was.
"Good, I will see you in your dreams, do not forget my face," L said removing his hand from beneath the guards face and moved through the rest of the checkpoint, beyond the walls there was more screaming, none would survive but the single guard.
The Sword was Unsheathed and now looking for its master.
He would travel the rest of the trip on foot, wearing a white button up, black leather riding pants, black boots, and only the jewelry on his body. To put it lightly he looked like a modern day goth punk rocker heading into the city for a show. He didn't really draw too much attention to himself as he approached the checkpoint gate and got in line behind the others who were heading into the city but he knew what was to come. One person at a time cleared the gate, the buzzer went off on a few who took their medication and went through again clearing the check point.
"Sheep," he said silently to himself, he was coming close to the gate, it would be his time to act soon enough. He smiled as the guard asked for him to stand still, the scanner went up and down his body once and every alarm went off at the gate.
"Holy shit," said the guard, "sir! The scanner is reading Omega!"
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM!"
"Resist much, obey little," said L as a team of armed guards began to converge, "Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go."
"GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND!"
They were surrounding him each one holding a rifle.
"No," L said, "you."
L lifted his hand and the closest guard came off the ground and when L clenched his hand blood poured to the ground as the guard was pulled into himself breaking his bones and crushing his lungs. L slammed the man to the ground with one motion and with his other hand he pulled a barrier around him as the armed guards opened fire, their bullets ricocheted off the barrier and swerved around him as if he had an 300 series device, in one motion he moved forward driving a wave of darkness and shadows behind him that fogged the area.
The checkpoint guard could hear screams beyond the black smoke screen and as he faded there was enough gore to shame a B list horror movie left behind and the man who set off the alarm was standing there without a scratch or drop of blood on him.
He looked at the checkpoint guard.
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead," he said as he walked slowly to the guard who was visibly shaking not moving for his weapon, nothing, "I lift my eyes and all is born again... Sylvia Plath."
He smiled and touched the guards face lifting his chin so his eyes would look away from the gore and to his eyes, "they will ask you who did this, and you will tell them not a man, but a monster. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes," said the guard, his voice shaking as much as he was.
"Good, I will see you in your dreams, do not forget my face," L said removing his hand from beneath the guards face and moved through the rest of the checkpoint, beyond the walls there was more screaming, none would survive but the single guard.
The Sword was Unsheathed and now looking for its master.
