Thread: Infestation: Evolution

Miyuki hopped down the floor, making a soft dust of clouds waver through the floor. And looked at Turk placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Turk is correct Ciye. Cerebros is the leader of the infected society, although I don't prented to follow his order. That would just be the same as selling my soul to the devil. But that's beside the point Turk...from now on if any of you don't fight with all you can muster. The infected will eat you alive and with pleasure...this isn't like years ago where they were less specialized."

Although her infected side felt excited and blood thirsty, Miyuki tried her best to control such impulses. If she let the infection take over her sanity, all these years of fighting alone would turn up meaningless, and her chance for vengeance would perish along with it. Miyuki nodded,

"Some radio communication would be helpful in a pinch Ciye."

ooc: again it was Turk who explained the theory Shiz, lol

Ciye sighs as the tradition did not go as planned, he walked up to the pack and spoke to them in the wolverine tongue, they all groaned in displeased, they packed up their gear and headed back outside of the outskirts, but then they heard a roar from outside, several Brutes were walking their way to the city, instead of the dessert, they used the road that layed from city to city. Ciye raises his head up high and saw the small pack, he turns to the young pack. "Maybe your day of become a warrior is coming true after all." he points to the small pack.

They all snickered and picked out one weapon, Turk reached for his pack and pulls out a double blade gauntlet, he tightens his grip and the blades came sliding out, Ciye stands up on a pedastal, he points out, "Young pack, Turk, Miyukit....go and claim your trophy." the young pack howled and ran across the field, with their weapons drawn and headed straight to the small pack of Brutes who were caught surprised by the attack.

Almost instantly before Ciye finished speaking, Miyuki had already started running as fast as her human form allowed. Moments before reaching ahead of the pack and attacking the brutes, Miyuki had transformed in the midst of running. Though this time she had released 97% of the infection through out her body, causing her to lose most of her human features. Now she could more efficiently and faster move in all four limbs, her human ears were replaced by a pair of wolf-like ears.

Miyuki swiftly moved in dodging the brutes' attempt to defend themselves, curling up her lips Miyuki dugged her fangs into the brutes' neck where usually the softest and most vunerable part was located. As she bit down into the tough hide, Miyuki closed one eye it would take immense force to penetrate through the steel like skin the brutes obtained. Miyuki thought to herself, just biting won't be enough. Reaching down at her hips she grabbed her handheld double blades, holding one in each hand. Miyuki thrusted the sharp blades into their skin, finally making some kind of progress.

Slowly blood began trickling down the brutes' neck, some of the blood made its way into Miyuki's mouth. As this her impulses went wild, her infected side savouring the blood, the gruesome food she now depended on to live with.

The young pack forced themselves to shove agains't the Brute's heavy armor like, pushing them down to the ground and beat them to a pulp. Ciye watched from a far distance, he kept his concerned look on the progress. Turk who was not too far behind the pack, spiraled in the air as he threw a couple of daggers into the Brute's neck, blood splattered out of the neck, and Turk lands behind the creature, and pierces it's back with his gauntlet, he quickly picks up the half dead Brute and spins him around, which made the other Brute penetrated its armor, and killed it.

Turk throws the dead creature into the other Brute, he jumped up and landed on the creature, forcing his gauntlet into its neck, and slices its head off. He ripped the head from the neck. He stairs at such worthy trophy, and howled in the sky. The other pack finished off their prey, only two Brutes were left, they tried to defend themselves, but the young pack were quick, the 3 moved their flank positions, the other 3 moved infront of them, distracting them.

Miyuki devilishly smirked, it seemed that more and more of her infected side poured out. At the sweet smell of blood and pain, something that her other side under surpression insanely craved for. Finally as the brute began to give in to the pain, Miyuki's fangs penetrated through the almost inpenetrable hide. As she let go of the brute, deep red blood began to ooze out of the deep wounds Miyuki had inflicted on the gargantuan monster. She slightly licked the side of her mouth, where blood from the brute still trickled down.

"I need to finish this quickly..."

Miyuki placed one of her handheld blades back where it had been previously; on the belt near where the crescent blade rested on her back. Miyuki quickly stepped away to get a clear view of the brute, whom by now was slowly swaying with his own heavy weight working against him. Placing all five fingers together, Miyuki's hand acted like a spear equipped with her sharp claws. Almost with the blink of an eye, Miyuki had moved in to make the kill; penetrating the brute's chest with her hand. Blood splattered against Miyuki's pale face, making a perfect contrast between each other.

Within moments of Miyuki retreating her hands from the inside the brute's chest, the monsters fell down in the floor. A stream of blood quickly formed as she, Turk, and the other young wolverines made their kill. Miyuki watched them from afar, they moved in perfect synchronization although she could sense fear in them they also looked poised to prove their ranks.

It looked like the fight was coming into a end, placing her other handheld blade on the other side of its pair. Miyuki sighed, this wasn't much that they had exterminated, she knew that there thousands upon thousands more of infected inviduals such as the one before them. Once again Miyuki walked towards the brute she had brought down, it was still barely moving. The brute looked into her eyes, although the eyes that looked upon her were much like her own, a pair of deep crimson eyes. It now looked like it contained fear, fatigue, and it asked for merciness...for a few moments Miyuki cruely looked at the brute.

She reached behind her back where the crescent sword rested, gripping in the cold and hard handle of the sword. Miyuki was about to deliver the final blow upon the infected, as she raised the blade she could see that the helpless brute watched every move the blade had made. As the sunlight shined upon the blade, Miyuki's infected side was almost howlering at her to kill, to spill blood and cause pain. "Kill Miyuki...kill it...savour the pain the others feel...touch their deepest fears Miyuki...show no mercy...kill it!", it was as if there were two seperate individuals within Miyuki's slender body. If one looked at Miyuki's eyes nothing but vengeance and anger could be seen. Slowly grabbing the handle with both hands, Miyuki took one last glance at the brute who looked at her. Then she swiftly brought the blade on the monster's neck, the head rolled off in the floor.

Turk took several steps as the head rolled in front of his feet, he bends down to pick it up. Holding the head in one hand, he look over his shoulder, the young pack just finished the remaining Brutes and howled for victory. Walking over to Miyuki, he shown her the head of her kill, and hands it over to her, "Such great victory, never leave the spoils." He said quietly, he had his trophy hanging from his waist behind his back.

Ciye, steps down from the viewing point, he made his way to the young pack, he was surprised to see everyone was still alive, usually 3 or more die's at first wave. His armored shined from the bright sun, each step his makes, gives a low thud, "Great hunt young brothers, now you have fullfilled your hunt, time to earn your marking." His hand moves behind him, it appeared to be the shape of a crescent of a moon. Using a torch to heat the mark, each young wolverine takes knee.

Ciye uses the heated mark and presses it agains't their left side of their face. Earning their mark. After a short while, he moves to Turk, Turk breathed slowly as he felt the heat coming near his face, then he felt the sting and burning. He groans from such burn. Ciye moves to Miyuki, he showed her the crescent, "And as tradition those who fought in the hunt, will earn the mark as well. Though the markings on your skin doesn't show the tradition of our race." he slowly moves the heated mark to her left arm.

It took a few seconds before his name sunk in. The half-breed's mind was in disarray; all around him there was the still buzzing silence that one usually hears as their mind suddenly drops off the face of the world into the bottomless pit of nothingness. They were infected, like him; some would die; others would survive and learn to co-exist with the infection. Alberio sighed.

At the first sound of his name Alberio whipped around and met the speaker. He stared at Jack, mulling over many things at once: Things like how he knew Alberio, why he appeared (seemingly) unaffected by the infection, and many other questions poured into his mind. Judging by Alberio's reaction to hearing his name, the stranger would know who it was that he spoke to.

"You are?" asked Alberio; his voice would sound deep, hoarse; his voice had long since forgotten how to speak with a normal tone, his vocal cords were unused, rusty. He took a fighting stance in case the stranger came at him suddenly, but his movements were very subtle; even to the trained eye it would appear that his clothing moved only because there was a gust of wind blowing through them. His hand was on his sword in an instant, clasping it firmly on the hilt. He didn't dare move more than that, believing that anything more would be the justification for a fight.