OOC: after literally 30 different attempts I gave up on drawing this shit.
Relevant.OOC2: Nephilim John got cancelled. Life... doesn't seem worth living... (in case anyone is wondering, it's a manhwa with amazing art and battle scenes. Probably one of the top 5 best of manga/manhwa I've ever read. It's actually a huge inspiration for this story.)
You stand in the tire shoppe, holding a rubber wheel in each hand. With a wave of your hand, sharp blood blades stick out of them. "Excellent," you say through a smile.
The sirens of one of the cop cars stops outside the store, the others are still scouting the area.
Two cops step up to the door of the shop, examining the broken window that you entered from earlier. You sit, cross legged on the counter inside.
One of the cops bursts open the door and points his gun at you.
"Hands up!" he demands.
You grin, and your tail flicks lazily back and forth through the air.
"H-hands u-u-u-up!" he says shakily.
You stand up slowly, grab a tire, twist your body..
And discus the tire-shuriken through his body, leaving a gaping hole between his torso and legs. His legs fall forward, his upper body lands behind. You grab his soul in his last few seconds of life. You see the other cop running back towards the car from where you stand. You take the other tire and fling it through the door with such force that the wall of the building bursts apart. The tire rips through the cop, the car, and demolishes several concrete pillars holding the freeway overpass overhead.
"oops," you say, coyly. You can't take the soul from someone you turn into a fine blood mist, silly!
The section of freeway crumbles down to the ground. There's no point in hiding any more, you are filled with bloodlust and power. Let's. fuck. this. city. up.
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Topic: Judgement Day - C'est fin. (Read 114134 times)