INFECTION: The Line in the Sand [PLOT ENDER]

[Jophiel]

After more than a week of waiting, watching, hiding, speculating about what might be going on and what they should do about it, when things started changing it all moved frighteningly fast.

One or two low-voiced conversations among the de-facto leadership of the group of refugees that were hiding in the grocery store and the restaurant. Select noncombatants were pulled aside and spoken to, some of those conversations stayed quiet an urgent but a couple turned into shouting matches. Things got very busy over the course of a long afternoon, and a lot of people asked what was going on only to be shushed and shoved aside, then later pulled back in and given a brief explanation of what was going on. A few more shouting matches, and then the hunters started moving, first ushering everybody into the grocery store, and then going out into the town and collecting the vehicles that were known to still be running, bringing them one by one around to the loading bays at the back of the store, all but the RV which had to stay were it was as part of the defenses.

The next morning things started moving again well before dawn, but at 8 AM Castiel, with the help of some volunteers, herded everyone over to the deli area where the hunters and fighters were already waiting. They were almost all heavily armed, but then they tended to be anyway. Still, there was a grim focus on all of them this morning, the hunters as well as the ones who'd started out civilians when they arrived in Parkers Crossroads but had become warriors in the ten days since.

Perhaps unusually, perhaps not, it was Joseph (he was still passing among most of the humans, though several of the hunters knew the truth) who stepped forward and started to talk. "We've figured out what's going on north of town, and what needs to be done to stop it, and how to use that as a diversion so that we can get you all out of town safely." He waited for the brief murmuring to die down before he went on. "In ninety minutes, all of you who haven't been tapped to join the fighting will leave, going east on Expy Church to Timberlake and then taking that south to Lexington. There are two barriers along the way, and both of them will be cleared just before you reach them. You're to keep driving, without stopping, until you get to Lexington. It's only about fifteen miles, even on the back road, and you should be able to get there in well under an hour."

"While you're in town," he wasn't pausing for feedback at this point, that led nowhere good, "I'll be riding in the lead vehicle, which is going to be the RV. I'm staying with you until you're clear of the last of the croats, and then I'm heading back north to join the fight. When you get to Lexington, you're on your own. A few of you have specific things that you've been asked to do when you get there," he nodded toward Norah, who glanced up from where she was helping Felix use duct tape and loosely-wrapped elastic bandaging to secure the cuffs of his loose, lightweight hoodie he was wearing to the thin driving gloves he wore, the pant legs well-trapped into his boots and the hood of the jacket pulled up so that it wouldn't come loose during the fight. Morning sunlight was an enemy, but Felix refused to stay out of the battle. "Those who haven't, we've tried to arrange things so that each of you will have a vehicle and can go their own way without hindrance. A few of you are short on funds, see Bishop to get a little cash." They'd just straight-up knocked over a couple of cash registers in town, at this point what was a few grand in theft?

"I'm going to name off the people who will be staying behind for the fight. If I don't name you, you're not coming, and don't bother arguing about it because you're not going to change anybody's mind. The people who will be staying behind are: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Abiel, Bishop, Felix, Zee, Eve, Malaki, Darrius, Mike, CJ, Darren, and Jennifer. Again, if I didn't just say your name," he fixed Nichole with a hard look, "you are not staying behind for the battle." A little bit of chatter started up and Jophiel raised his hands to call attention to himself again. "Let me make something desperately clear. If you don't like this plan? Feel free to stay here at the grocery store while the rest of us leave. There are not going to be any alterations or amendments to the plan, so don't bother trying. Either you do it this way or you stay behind. This is not a democracy, you do not get to vote. Now go gather up your things and then come talk to me about which vehicle you'll be in."

In the end it was closer to two hours before the RV rolled out from behind the store, with a string of cars and trucks trailing along in a short catavan behind. Jophiel was sitting on top of the RV holding a rifle that was largely a prop, picking off any croats who got too close to the cars. As promised, when the caravan got to the spot were the croats had toppled a telephone pole across the road, the pole had been rolled aside out of the way. And the blockage of crashed cars a mile further down the road had also been cleared away, and no need for anybody to know that both those clearances had been accomplished by Jophiel and Castiel teleporting them out of the way just moments ahead of the caravan closing in.

The noncombatants made it clear of the town without incident, and as soon as they were safely on the road toward Lexington, Jophiel hopped down off the slowly-moving RV and waved farewell to the cars, then as soon as he was clear of them teleported to the field north of town where the real action was taking place.

---

It was like something out of a Hieronymous Bosch painting, or maybe one of those scenes from Lord of the Rings where they're breeding Uruk-Hai in the pits below Isengard. The long, narrow plot that had been planted with lettuce was torn up and swarming with croats, all of which were working to build...something. Some nightmarish construct that would someday be a Devil's Gate, an open portal between Hell and Earth. Construction was being supervised by two white-eyed demons and a dozen or so black-eyes, and there was a huge altar set just above the doorway, a runnel cut into the concrete that would guide liquid to fall down onto the portal. It was only too easy to imagine one victim after another being slaughtered on that huge slab, their blood pouring down along the path that had been cut for it and imbuing the Gate with power.

The hunters and fighters were outnumbered at least five to one, but nobody looked inclined to back down. Everyone knew what was at stake here, and this had to be prevented if it cost every single one of them their lives.

---

OOC Information

Here we go, the party's starting. As mentioned in the Big Finale Signup, this event will take place in three rounds of posting. In this first round, please post ONCE for all your characters, covering the leadup to the fight and arrival at the field but not including any actual fighting. Then I'll post a 'the fight begins' post, then a round where everybody posts ONCE for all their characters, covering the battle itself. Another post from me covering the last moments of the battle, then one more round of what your characters do in the immediate aftermath of the battle, then I'll post a wrap-up and lock down the thread.

Whee, violence!

[Abiel J. Bell]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: #000 url(http://i53.tinypic.com/vfks3p.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #767676; border: 0px; width: 500px;, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 0px 20px; color: #767676;] Abiel was spending every second since the group got back a day ago after spying on the enemy's forces and seeing what they had in store for the small group of Hunters and non-combated folk. With the news of a Devil's gate being constructed out in the field that was at one point a stage for the Civil war a few hundred years ago. Was now about to be used once again as a place of war, and carnage for a Devil’s gate. Instead of fighting and arguing with the angel brothers Castiel and Jophiel about just teleporting and wasting the land; which after talking to Jophiel a few days ago in the grocery store knew that this was there fight. The Hunters and Civvi’s that took up arms and the angels had their own orders and won't step in other then the fact to deal with the demons who, again Jophiel explained was cheating but won't get into that and that was fine with Abiel. Once the time and the major plan of what the Civvi's were going to do while the main force were going to attack, Abiel pulled Bishop to the side and asked him to gather some Civvi's he knew that could pull off some runs. Since Bishop had spent more time with the Civvi's when he was placed in charge of the small forces for supply runs, car detail, and scouting. He knew who were more effective at doing supply runs, and adapted very quickly to the way of a Hunter's life. He was better suited for the job of picking out the best there was in the crowd then Abiel who spent his time from planning with the other Hunters, building the wall, and keeping the Civvi's from killing each other. Once Bishop was away Abiel went over to Felix after he stepped away from Norah who helped him with his get up. The two men had a hell of a lot to talk about especially about his relationship with Norah, but because of that relationship with Norah. Abiel was easily able to ask him to watch over her and the band to get too safely then come join them on the frontlines. Since Abiel couldn't step away from this even if he could. He had work to do and since he was one of the unmortal person of this band of makeshift warriors he was needed on the frontlines just in case the other White eyed Demon Bune appeared. Felix of course agreed to the terms of his mission very quickly and without doubt, and with that done and Bishop back with a few chosen folks. Abiel made it known to the others that he was going on a last minute supply run and nodded to the group of only six including Bishop and himself headed out into the morning air. After about an hour or so of gathering supplies of what was left by both forces that gathered weapons. Bishop was pretty decked out in a simple dark blue long sleeved shirt, black jeans and boats. In his arms his new favorite rifle that he received from Eve from a supply run at the beginning of this thing, but Bishop had modified it to be a sniping weapon for the upcoming battle, with a pistol he picked up on this gun, and a Bowie. The others were carrying more melee weapons then fire arms, but with a few shells in the bags that they carried on their backs. Once making it back to the wall that seemed completely out of place, it might look more in place in an art museum where some fools could act deep and inspired from it to get in some poor girl's pants; then in the middle of the road in a small town in TN. Abiel order the others in and thanked them for their work and hoped them well on their trip out of town. This was the last that Abiel would see any of these men again, and as they climbed the wall and over it to rejoin the others that will be leaving this nightmare be hide. Abiel had wished that Bishop was joining them; he wanted the young Hunter away from this mess. Starting a life not in the Hunting business taking over Abiel’s club as his own and starting up a family with a girl he married and cared for. Abiel never wanted this life for him, but Bishop was gun woe about finding his sister, and Abiel just hoped that was enough to carry the young man that stood before him that he raised as his own though this upcoming battle. After grabbing the gear that Abiel needed from his wreck of a car that had merged with his own effort of course to the wall. Abiel decided to spend some time with Bishop on top of the Wall before going in. They both looked over the houses recapping on the past. Laughing about events that happen in the two past that they shared; only stories that the two Hunters would understand, enjoy, and care about. Abiel geared himself up with a double of everything pistols that he found during the week of supply runs, Butterfly Swords, Twin Bladed half handed swords, two bowies that matched Bishop's in make, and two Mantis Bladed swords that was pulled with the rest of the blades from his car. Abiel was planning on being close and personal when the battle started. He was better at close; hand in hand combat then a fire arm. Abiel chalked that up to his thousand year reign of war time before gun power was invented. Abiel was dubbed the world's deadliest man with a melee weapon in his hands back in the day, before it was all about missiles and bullets. Abiel and Bishop returned inside of the grocery story and people parted ways a like the sea for the two. Not only for Bishop's wicked has sniper rifle or Abiel looking like a swish army knife of death. It was also the effect of seeing Abiel with short chopped hair; that he once dubbed during his time of war such as this. Not only did it show that change was coming for the group but it gave with Abiel but gave Abiel a more serious, deadly, and supernatural look that added more impact when his eyes swept over people. When he walked through the crowd; Abiel just hoped that it produced the same for the enemies. Abiel was finally to the part of his mental check list that he hated the most. After splitting up with Bishop and both promising to meet up before the battle. Abiel knew that the young Hunter was going to spend his last remaining time with Nichole the Half angel girl. Abiel had no clue if Nichole was going to go with them to fight or run with the Civvi’s but if he knew Dean from the short time he knew him. She would be bond to the Rv by now, and if Abiel knew Nichole from the short time he knew her. She would find some way to escape and fight. As Abiel's steps slowed as he came across the band members of Locria that was over time becoming his family. He said his goodbyes to each one, Hugging high fiving, making promises that he was planning on keeping when he finished mopping the floor with the demons that thought making a Devil’s trap in TN. Once the twins were the last though the forever turning hugs and goodbye machine that was Lorica. Bishop found his way over to replace him and Abiel was fine with that his sights were elsewhere looking for Norah. After only a search that took less than thirty seconds. Abiel found his mate not too far with Felix who was saying his own goodbyes to Norah with a hug and a look Abiel's way and a nod of thank for letting him get this time with Nora. Felix stepped off raising his Blue jacket hood and making sure his jacket and clothes were secure and after a few practice punches and kicks that to a mortal eye was just a flash. He was good to go with his plans on fight hand to hand. Abiel pulled Norah to a far off spot that most of the other Civvi’s weren’t present and just held each other. Abiel held Norah for in both of their cases with the circumstances could be there very last time. Neither one saying one word but hold each other in a way to remember the other’s presences when there gone. When it was time to break and go their separate ways the couple shared a passionate kiss that shook Abiel to his core thinking about what he would do if he lost her, but he pushed those feelings to the side when Norah stepped foot in the Rv with the rest of the Civvi’s and watched them go. Abiel stayed by the door as the Rv pulled out with the rest of the cars that followed and Felix right be hide the last car both immortals shared a nod as he kept pace with the last car that pulled out and Abiel knew then as the last car pulled out it was time for War. After working out a plan of how they were going to attack the forces in a way that they would hit them hard and fast. The best plan of course with this small of a force was to go with a frontal attack at one of their weak points and force their way in taking as many as they could before going down, and make their way to the white eyed demons and stop them somehow, and Abiel was fine with just that. Because of his pick of weapons; Abiel was picked as part of the scouting party for the main forces. Their job was to take out any infected that they passed on route to the uncompleted Devil’s gate before they raised any alarm and Abiel was fine with that. After someone’s brilliant idea of a group photo before the big battle. Abiel found and hugged Bishop tightly before heading out first to clear the path as part of the scouting party for the main force. Coming across only a very small number of infected those were keeping guard. Abiel and the rest of the scouting party were the first before the main forces that came to get a gander at what they were facing. Once making it up to the second story window of a house that was just a half a block away from the uncompleted Devil’s trap. Abiel thought to himself if he was a lesser man, and hadn’t lived a several lifetimes full of war. He would have blotted right then and there and thought some of the scouting party had but when he looked after cleaning his knives that he used to slit the poor Croats that had the fate to cross him blood away and stealth the blades. He saw fear in each one of their eyes and was about to say something about it was alright to have fear. It made them man and they would be a fool to not, but that fear was replaced by something that Abiel could only put his finger on the will to survive in the man’s eyes. Abiel only smiled and kept his thoughts to himself as the main forced arrived with Felix in front who didn’t even looked Abiel or Bishop’s way and just watched from his position what they were up against and his eyes were unreadable but Abiel knew that the Vampire would stick around until the end, or until one of them down there put a blade between his pretty neck and body. Just like a good portion of the Hunters and Fighters that stood by Abiel’s side. Anyone of those beings down there in the field being if it was Demon, or infected had one of these mortals number. It was worse news for Abiel, and the angel brothers Castiel and Jophiel. Abiel had no clue what the demons had in store the beings that were immortal to all means of death that was standing on this side of the battle field, but Abiel did know one thing it would not be pretty.

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 370px; padding: 90px 30px 65px 270px; color: #767676; font-variant: small-caps;] Location: Bakers Grocery, Parkers Crossroads TN Music: This is War- Thirty Seconds to Mars Outfit: Abiel- with a double of everything pistols that he found during the week of supply runs, Butterfly Swords, Twin Bladed half handed swords, two bowies that matched Bishop's in make, and two Mantis Bladed Felix- Blue jacket hood Bishop- In his arms his new favorite rifle that he received from Eve from a supply run at the beginning of this thing, but Bishop had modified it to be a sniping weapon for the upcoming battle, with a pistol he picked up on this gun, and a Bowie. Notes: Ready for War on All Fronts

[Castiel]

Norah Byron

Norah had her quiet talk with Felix as she was helping him get ready and had elicited a promise that he would come find her in their sleep tonight. And after that she'd made her rounds, checking on Sam, then Malaki, then Dean, and finally Bishop. Each important to her, each needing (in her mind) someone to take care of them and look after the things that they would neglect because they were so busy chasing monsters. And so she found a moment with each of her boys before they had to go, and another minute to grab Abiel and drag him around the end-cap of the pet food aisle for a long, fierce kiss and a demand that he restate his promise to come to her when the fight was done, that he travel with the band for a while and help everyone (especially her) recover from the horrors of this past two weeks.

She wanted to cling. She wanted to grab on and insist that Abiel give her a little longer, kiss her a few more times, make her a few more promises. But she didn't let herself. Just touched his cheek and then pulled her favorite necklace out of her pocket, hanging it around his neck and tucking the silver skull under his shirt. "Have fun. Be safe. I love you."

And then she was moving again, helping to get people packed and loaded, settled into their various vehicles, soothing small disagreements and gathering up lost items, facilitating the withdrawal as best she could. Later, when they'd gotten safely to Lexington and were checked into the Holiday Inn there, waiting for Bishop and Abiel to come find them, Norah would have a hard crying jag in the shower, sobbing with all the panic and pain and fear that she'd been hiding under being a Brave Little Soldier the whole time they were in Parkers Crossroads. But that was a private thing, and nothing she would burden her men with having to know.

Ed Zeddmore

The Ghostfacers were back in Christian's van, with as much of their equipment as they'd managed to salvage and a middle-aged mother named Donna and her nine year old daughter Layla hitching a ride. Donna lived in Lexington, so they were supposed to just be dropping her off at home.

Spruce and Christian had managed to shoot some digital footage of the croats dismantling a stone wall and carrying off the rocks to the north, and they had some candid cameraphone shots of some of the hunters doing their thing. Maybe most important was that they had good diagrams of the Devils Traps that had been drawn and notes about what they did and how they were used, and Maggie had stolen some of the discarded sketches of the Devil's Gate and they had plans to circle back around once the coast was clear and document the site.

On the ride out of town, Ed actually ended up sitting with Donna and Layla in the back seat, letting Layla beat him in games of Hangman to keep her distracted. He'd end up getting teased for it by Harry and Spruce later, but
Qui-Gon had taken the time to comfort Shmi Skywalker when she worried about Anakin, and he would lay out that defense when the time came. The code of the Jedi was the ultimate argument-ender, something all of them abused at every opportunity.


Alec and Luke Byron

The twins had argued, long and unsuccessfully, that they should be allowed to stay and fight. They were not remotely buying the line that they, Doro and Miguel needed to stay with the caravan so that it wouldn't be defenseless if something went wrong. That all sounded very nice and everything, but it didn't fool either of them.

They'd fought against being sent away with the children, but in the end Abiel, Dean and the angels had been implacable and when it looked like Alec at least might rebel, Castiel had come right out and said that Luke would be a liability at the site. The dead flocked to him, and it would alert the demons to what was going on. Better that they be with the caravan, drawing attention away from the ambush.

Strange as it sounds to say that the notion of being bait was actually a comfort to the young musicians, it was. They could at least do something, even if it was something passive. When it all shook out, Luke was in the RV, closed into the back bedroom that was usually Norah's with Peter watching over him as he stretched out his mind, reaching for the dead and drawing them out to the grocery store once the caravan was well on the road away from it. Alec was in the trailing car, armed with one of Bishop's M-16s and watching out the rear in case anything came along after them. It was a long, tense, and ultimately uneventful trip and when they were safe in Lexington, with nothing left to do but wait, the brothers sat down at the table in Alec's hotel room and had the first of a long series of conversations that would eventually change their lives forever.


Jophiel

As soon as the caravan was safely clear of the croat-controlled territory Jophiel could feel it, like a small snapping in his chest that meant that his charge had moved out of the event nexus and was no longer in danger. He could, in theory, be given a new assignment at any moment but that didn't stop him from teleporting himself directly to Castiel's side. "They're clear," he told the group that was gathered at the far side of the farmhouse that Bishop and Nichole had found, sheltering from the detection of the croats and demons until the moment was right.

He looked across the ones he thought of as the core of the fighters; Castiel, the Winchesters and the Amhersts. "I'll take the Lilim wearing the little boy." He had his sword in his hand already, and there was some part of the cherub that was looking forward to this fight, was all but itching for it. Days of holding still, of watching and waiting, of being helpless to do anything real to ease the pain of the people under his care. A fight, a battle with demons and the demontainted, that was something he could do and he was ready for the clean feeling of his blade in his hand and no more lies for a while.


Zee Pritchard

In her way, Zee was even more ready than Jophiel. She'd never done well with sitting around, was even worse at feeling helpless. And while randomly dragging Malaki around behind stacks of pallets in the Bakers stockroom and biting bright pink rings all over that smooth brown skin, holding her hand over his mouth while she did her solid best to make him scream had been a very entertaining stress reliever, it wasn't enough.

This? This was going to be good. She had her H&K G36 with the highly illegal C-mag drum attachment that upped it to a hundred rounds. Her Hi-Power was on her hip, and her silver-wrapped iron poker was across her back, but frankly if the G36 couldn't do her in this situation, likely she wouldn't survive long enough to plinking off pistol shots. Fine by her. There had been moments this past ten days when she'd thought she would die trapped in a grocery store and surrounded by dumb-ass civvies. Dying on the battlefield was much preferable. Not that she intended to die that day, and the wide, evil smile as she waited for the word start moving reflected as much.


Castiel

Castiel crouched low to the ground, a disturbingly predatory posture that had his trench coat dragging in the dust, his fingertips touching the ground. He was beside Dean, head low as he murmured to him, telling the hunter to concentrate on the black-eyed demons, warning him that the croats weren't going to turn back into nice people again as soon as the demons went down and so not to bother trying to preserve them.

He found that his eyes drifted too often toward Eve Amherst, he shouldn't be getting distracted right now. But he was exquisitely aware of her, even as he was calculating the distance to the Lilim who was wearing the heavyset Japanese woman who might have been a housewife once. The humans wouldn't have a chance against the white-eyes, it was up to the angels to take care of them and just pray that once they went down the black-eyes could be banished and the croats would lose the unnatural cunning that had med them so difficult to deal with thus far. He looked around, checking whether everyone else was ready before he gave the signal to start the assault.

[Dean Winchester]

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Dean had to admit that even though he was glad that the angels had been keeping his sister out of the fight the fact that Sam was staying was something that Dean didn’t like because of the fact that the way that the Winchester brother’s hadn’t been on the same side on the fact that they had been arguing meant that it might not have gone well. Hell it could have been all out war if it had gone badly but right now Dean was trusting Cas, not the other angel because right now Dean would rather have fought alone than alongside an angel but Cas was different. He could trust Cas and knew that he could focus on things and knew he would have Cas at his side as he always had been, despite the fact that he could tell that Cas didn’t like to be called upon he always answered, that meant that he must have wanted to help Dean no matter how much he would tell Dean that he didn’t have enough time for him. After all the amount of times that Dean had called God and been ignored meant that it wasn’t that they had to answer to every call that they got.

Dean was currently loading himself to the teeth with weaponry, he had collected two knives, he knew that they would be next to hopeless but he could always use it to cut through any rope or anything that was impeding them, he had also gotten a couple of handguns also putting one either side of his pockets his jeans. Dean then put his jacket on as he spoke to Cas, he knew that the angel was right but also he had been hunting the longest out of the human hunters and was the most experienced if anything he was the one that didn’t need to be told what to do. Yet he could understand that Cas was just wanting to talk strategy with him as it could be argued that Dean was the one that Cas would be able to trust the most with him rebelling against heaven and Sam coming back from hell. There wasn’t a lot of options that had changed recently, Dean was one of the few. Dean did however catch Castiel looking at Eve, only an angel that had his head screwed on most of the time would spend time just before battle thinking about a woman. “If you want to talk to her I can finish getting ready here.” He said like it was normal for him to have been looking at her “besides I wanna talk to Nichole before she heads out anyway.”

He knew that his sister wouldn’t like the position that she was in, well that was just too bad but Dean had not spent enough time with her yet and he didn’t want her to take any risks she was staying out of harms way and that was that, thankfully Cas or the other angel had seemingly decided that Nichole had been too young and they had vetoed it. Or it was her lack of experience Dean didn’t give a damn what the reason was right now he was glad the angels had done so and he would address it later, right now he could be happy that he could not have to worry about what was happening to his sister, granted she was going to be with those idiotic ghostfacers but at the end of the day they where harmless and they did seem to pick up on good hunting tips being around him when they were. Walking over to his sister he handed her one of the handguns that he had picked up. “Just in case you need it, I am taking no chances and you are going to be an active fighter even if your not on the front line, a Winchester is always ready for a fight.” He said picking up a shotgun before turning and giving her a one armed hug around the waist. “You come back to me you hear me? I’ll literally tear down heaven to get you back.” Following the group Dean looked out at the surroundings and he knew that it wasn’t going to be good.

“Let’s go,” he called out in his deep booming voice that brokered no argument. “We have to get out of here, there is no way I am dying in a piece of crap town like this one, specially where I can’t get drunk first.”

Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

TIME :: unknown
TAG :: You
WORDS :: 755
NOTES ::
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Blaze of Glory by Bon Jovi
CREDIT :: NICHOLE!!

[Darrius Ajax Ambrose]

Darrius listened to Jophiel's plan as the cherub angel told what is going to happen. But, the phoenix only knew the young man as Joseph since a lot of the people in the store call him Joseph. So, he just followed a long like a citizen...but he is definitely nothing like a mortal person.

He then glanced up as he heard the names of the people in the group who are staying to fight. The phoenix also heard Abiel's name and was slightly interested before he nodded again when he heard his. The phoenix then heard the final word from Joseph. Darrius then quickly went to where he has his things. He took up his 5 daggers and a pistol. He quickly belted them to his jeans, before hooking up a small pouch with 30 shots of pistol bullets. He then took up a position in Felix's group.

He then followed the vampire, Felix, who led them to the battle field. For the first time, Darrius saw the Croats and demons who are creating a Hells Gate. He knew what a Hells Gate looks like and was slightly angered at the site of what they are building. (Dang.) he thought silently as he stood beside his allies. "This ought to be a really interesting fight." sighing heavily, as he stopped with the group he walked with.

Darrius then saw Abiel and stood a few feet from the other phoenix. It sort of felt like the Lord of the Ring's movie with a line of warriors...meeting the big field of the dark enemy. His blue eyes turned to his allies, maybe for the last time, and wished each one for luck of surviving. He took up his pistol, readying it to shoot down some gruesome Croats. He switched his weight to his left leg as he readied for signal for the start of the assault.

[Nichole Winchester]

Oh I believe there are angels among us.
Sent down to us from somewhere up above.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

[/font][/center]

In the few short weeks that she allowed herself to be trapped in this nexus, she wasn’t out of her brother’s watchful sight save for that one time she snuck off with Bishop. She didn’t have much skills and what she did learn was that she was indeed a crack shot with various weapons, for Dean had taken her out a few times to see if her shooting from their supply run was a fluke or something else. He handed her different weapons and told her to shoot them at different targets, she bulls-eyed every single one of them. Especially the moving ones. Needless to say, a theory was proved. As the finally event came to be, she was restless and worried. She wasn’t a warrior like her brothers, Castiel, Bishop, or the others like them. The thought of her being away from her brothers and Bishop while they were in danger gnawed at her from the insides and she was slightly strung out over it.

So when another angel that she really didn’t get to know, but knew his name was Jophiel. So when he listed off who was involved in the actual fighting, her heart caught in her throat. Her brothers and Bishop were of coursed named, and the angel stared hard at her telling her that she couldn’t come. She just wanted to make sure that everyone she cared about would be alright, but she of course didn’t have any fighting experience to help them out. So instead she lowered her head and retreated to a far corner in order to fear the worst of what could happen to them alone. What if they all die? What if they get infected? What if I don’t ever see them again? What if… Her thoughts raced through her head, tears slipping silently down her cheeks.

Thankfully Nichole noticed Bishop approached her, and she quickly wiped away her tears so that she didn’t bring down the whole environment with her. He came to spend what could be his final moments with her, and she told him to be careful. She couldn’t think what she would do without all three of them in her life. Then Dean came over, after Bishop had left her. He handed her a handgun, and told her just in case she needed it as he gave her the job of protecting the civilians as they left, and that as a Winchester she had to be ready for a fight all the time. He then gave her a hug with one arm that didn’t hold a shotgun, and told her to come back to him or he will tear apart heaven to find her. ”Dean, please be careful. I don’t know what I’ll do if anything happened to the three of you… And I’ll wait for you in Lexington, okay?” She told him before he turned and ordered everyone to head out.

She was soon in the van with the group that Dean had explained to her as wannabe Hunters, that ran a website that they didn’t know what they were doing half the time. And with the what they did know was nowhere near as much as her and her brothers or Bishop. And if they were not very careful could end up getting someone killed, and she did not plan on being that person. She was not going to make her big brother tear apart heaven just to look for her, and she had no doubt that he would if she did end up dead. She told the driver to drop her off at the city limits of Lexington so that she can wait for her brothers.

Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
They come to you and me in our darkest hours.
To show us how to live, to teach us how to give.

[/I][/b][/center]

TIME :: Has lost track
TAG :: Infection Plot People
WORDS :: 612
NOTES :: she doesn't like the idea of being away from her brothers...
STATUS :: Done or not
LYRICS :: Angels Among Us by Alabama
CREDIT :: NICHOLE!!

[Eve Amherst]

Christian kind of wanted to stay and show off his amazing ass kicking Capoera skillz because he knew most people didn't take him seriously until he busted them out. But he didn't want to argue with the retro James Dean wannabe angel because well, he was an angel and Christian was sure that he wouldn't win in a fight against him. Course he could kick some ass, but not actually win in a fight. It was cool though at the end of the day, cause they got to play hero by helping get some of the other people out and they ran off with some serious recording gold in his beloved van.

Of course no one was going to be touching the wheel besides him until they were well far far away from the town, after all it was Harry's dumb ass that got them stuck in Zombieland in the first place. His nerves couldn't take another mess like this right now, even if he looked all kick ass, cool desperado about everything. Damn he should have been an actor. Anyway all focus was now on following the rest of the caravan and getting themselves and the other folks the hell out of here, Chris was cool with that. Every now and then he'd look back in the mirror, check how Ed was doing with the kid, yeah they totally had this covered, he'd get them all home cause he was a bad ass mother fucker like that.

Ki could honestly say that he wished the angel hadn't said his sisters name, that old brotherly need to keep his sister out of harms way was all but making him twitch. Still there was another part of him that sighed a bit in relief knowing that his twin was there to watch his ass. He took a moment to make sure he had another three moon clips on him for his beloved revolver, the gun itself fully loaded as well. An old family bowie knife strapped to his thigh, Ki was slipping on one of his iron knuckle dusters as his sister held a sawed off double barrel shotgun to him.

He gave her a grin as he took it, letting out a deep breath that he didn't know he had been holding. The shotgun was already loaded, good, Ki ran a hand through his hair and tossed an arm over Eve's shoulder, pulling her towards him, "Alright sis, time to show dese punks just what de Amherst family can do," He puffed his chest out, letting her wiggle away from him, bravado in the face of danger, it came with the family name....Was that angel over there glancing over at his sister? Ki leaned back a little to give the guy a scowl, over protective big brotherness striking again, even looking down on what was probably going to be their death, Malaki was still protective of his sister where other men were concerned, even if he had spent a good part of the last ten days being dragged around the store and submitting to the will of a pretty young hunter.

Eve shook her head at her brothers antics, made sure that she and everyone else where armed after raiding the trunk of her car. Her beloved Ebony and Ivory would get her through this, of that she was sure because right now it wouldn't do to be cynical of the situation. If they did all die today though Evie was positive that they would stop this mess before they all went into that dark goodnight. She slipped on her own iron knuckle duster, glad to have her brother with her in this endeavor, they were the fuckin wonder twins, had spent their lives giving creatures hell and this would be no different, "We got dis Ki, Amhersts don't back down, right bro?" Its what their father used to tell them.

Quite possibly the strangest thing in her arsenal though, in comparison to the other hunters was the long European Saber at her hip, another old family weapon handed down through generations. They were outnumbered, that much was painfully clear, and although she had four extra clips strapped to her for the PWalthers she was sure to run out of bullets before they made a good enough dent in the number of croats in the field so the old sword was her best bet to take more out without resorting to a straight fist fight. Eve made sure to keep it clean and sharp should she ever have to use it, and it looks like now was the time to bring the weapon out of retirement. Her grey eyes glanced over the others, she couldn't help give Castiel a smile before turning back to the task at hand, nodding when Dean spoke, "Aint no time like de present," She let out a sigh, kissed the knuckle duster on her hand and whispered a quick prayer.

[Sam Winchester]

Since his argument with Dean, Sam had been spending most of his time in the grocery store or in the Lorica with the Byrons. He was still angry about what had gone down between them, about the liar who was still running around. But there wasn't much he could do about it. There was quite a commotion early in the morning, which ended up with everyone gathered and listening to what looked like a young man. His name was, of course, called and Sam left the crush of bodies to prepare for what might be his final death. How many times did he have to die to redeem his soul of his past transgressions? Not a matter to be mulled over just before a battle.

He wanted to have Dean at his side, the familiar companionable silence between them. But Dean was elsewhere and Sam was....alone. It would be, he decided, the way things were going to work from here on out. He had always been the 'wrong' son, it only fit that in the end, he'd be alone, readying for battle and a possibly gruesome death. His brother had always attracted attention, he was like a light that others were just pulled to gather around. Sam loaded up on weapons, having made a quick run out to a gun store that hadn't yet been emptied of all the weaponry (more like gold in the Winchester's mind) it held. He'd loaded up on ammo and guns and knives.

With a shot gun in hand, an ak-47 slung over each shoulder, his pistols tucked away in his jeans and more knives than any man should carry hidden on his person, Sam was as ready as he was ever going to get. He said no prayer, didn't go out of his way to seek anyone out, although Norah found him for a few moments for which he was highly grateful. The comfort he gained from those few moments from Norah only made it easier to steel himself for the battle.

He made his way to the place of the showdown alone, his head down and his mind swirling with all sorts of thoughts. Ever since the little blond fake had said her name, Jess's face had been lingering in his mind, torturing him. He had thought he'd let her go when he'd been seeking revenge for Dean two years ago. Perhaps he'd kept her memory locked away one of the first burdens he was meant to carry. He felt weighed down by his past, by the memories and the failure he carried.

And yet, when he reached the site of the battle, he carried himself tall with pride, expression calm and unreadable. He spotted Cas with Dean, so he quietly made his way to an edge of the group of mismatched hunters. Sam saw several others he recognized, but he wasn't sure he wanted to be a part of any group when he himself felt so unwelcomed in his own body. This was not the time to go emo, he chided himself. Dean's voice rang out above the hushed conversations between the motley group and Sam's grip on the shotgun tightened. He was prepared to die on this battlefield, as always, but he'd much rather walk away this time.

[Jophiel]

Hard to say what actually triggered the charge. Somebody called out 'Go!', but who was it? One of the angels? Dean Winchester? Later people would remember it differently, but everybody would remember the rush around the building and out to the field, the first class of bullet and blade against the maddened, too-crafty croats and the demons who puppeted them.

There was no hitting to wound, not in this fight. Every enemy that went down had to have the head, spine, or heart taken or they would stand back up and come back after the hunters again.

This wasn't a battlefield. It was the scene of a desperate, ugly slaughter. And it fragmented rapidly into a series of small brutal fights, with every man and woman fighting for their life, every one of them functionally alone.

[Abiel J. Bell]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: #000 url(http://i53.tinypic.com/vfks3p.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #767676; border: 0px; width: 500px;, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 0px 20px; color: #767676;] ABIEL Abiel didn’t know who shot the first shot or how he got from the second story building to the field that the hell gate was being built. All Abiel knew was that he had to fight and fight, and fight. He was more like a force of nature at this moment not a man, not a phoenix, just death incarnate; a whirlwind of blades, bullets pumping out death. After only a few hours into the battle Abiel paused for just a moment, after taking down a Croats that had foolishly tried to tackle Abiel. Abiel had quickly had stabbed his swords into the ground and pole vaulted with the help of the blades and collided with the Croat with Abiel’s feet slamming into the Croat’s face rearranging it and Abiel not missing a beat had brought another blade out of its sheath and slit it’s throat clean though. Abiel was looking down and studying the poor soul’s face once more shaking his head mentally sadly before an angry roar from a Croat to his left caught his attention, and that one too charged Abiel but unlike the last which was a male and empty handed. This one was female with a bat that had nails skewers though from one end to the other. Abiel pulled out his pistol from its side sheath as the Croat closed the distance between them. Abiel cursed as he soon realized as he ducked and dodged the swinging damned woman’s bat of nails, and losing his sword; that this one wasn’t as dumb as the last one. She wasn’t giving him the chance to aim and fire his gun. At this time Abiel was on defense as he dodged, and blocked with the guard of the gun for the blunt of some attacks that couldn’t be dodged. As the battle grew on between the two more a dance of dead. Both… well Abiel knowing if he stopped moving or her it was game over for one of them. The duo was gaining attention from other Croats who were smart enough to stay out of striking range of the resistance that was fighting their own forces, and try to come in after finding a weak point in the battle. Like a wolf pack trying to take down a larger prey. A few would chase it and nip at it the beast, while the others wait in the wings take the fallen comrades place if they die or grow tired, or simple to come in for the finishing blow. It was a move that was bizarre for beings that were supposedly only have hack and slash on their brains the brains or what was left of it. Abiel was cursing more and more and growing more frustrated as the time that felt like hours, but were only minutes or seconds went by and he couldn’t draw his swords that were strapped to him, or the throwing knives that could have been a big help, but every time he tried the Croat would sped up her attacks. Abiel’s thoughts were on how harder it would be to fight a demon while doing this as well. Like the others who no doubt were tangled with a few demons if they weren’t busy with they’re lackies. Then like a lighting strike it clicked all of it. The reason Abiel couldn’t finish this Croat as easily as he did the first, or why the demons hadn’t started attack him as well. They were controlling the Croats during the battle. Just like they were doing creating a portal back to home base for them. They were just the puppets and the demons were the puppet masters, and Abiel could see the strings now and was going to pull the strings on this show. Abiel didn’t know if it was just a few demons in this area that was doing it or all of them, but his mind set was on just find and kill all the demons in the area to try to give his comrades a helping hand, but the thing was where the hell was this demon that was control this Croat. After fighting for another minute with the same Female Croat; Abiel was able to maneuver them around the soon cover slick blood, gore, battle field. He was getting her to take out her own man now with each swing but she was getting smart or the puppet master was and refined her attacks to more controlled swings, but that was fine by Abiel. He finally located the demon that was control her. This one was a Asian Male a little skinny but looked like he belonged in a bookstore, instead of hiding be hide a wagon watching his puppet dance for him. Abiel maneuvered learning during the fight as it went on the pattern of the female Croat. When she swing to the left missing Abiel’s stomach barely as he stepped back just a half inch, and aimed at the Croat leg and pumped three rounds in causing the Croat to stagger just a bit. Abiel knew that was not enough to slow her down, especially since these bullets were made from wood. Not any typical wood, but Palo Santo wood that won’t do much to a Croat, but a hell of enough damage to a Demon to slow it down. So when the small window came from the Croat stumbling from being shot. Abiel took two shots at the demon that was hiding be hide the wagon and Abiel could even see the slight dulling of the Croat’s eyes and the slowed motion now that she took. Abiel didn’t waste time but whipped out one of the Butterfly blades that he was growing to love and sliced the women’s other leg causing her to tumble forward as Abiel keep move to the side in a swiping motion and came back around with a downward arch and cut the kneeling woman’s head off. He was surprised at that moment the other Croat’s didn’t attack the moment their comrade went down, but Abiel just rounded it up to be the Demon he took out was controlling them and now that he was out for a bit; they were a little more easier to handle, but of course Abiel didn’t know if other demons were taking this much control over the Croats control them in a manner like this, for all he knew the other demons could be using the Croat’s as human shield, but the fact still remained if one demon controlled Croat could be this much of a hand full how many could the others. So Abiel as he moved though more of the Croat taking out some with the blade in his hand, others with his other gun that was clipped with silver tipped bullets. Abiel came around the wagon to find the huffing and pain stricken demon that was trying to crawl away. Abiel took his time walking to the demon wiping away blood that was coating his face on the back of his hand, but a Croat caught his attention charging at him with one of Abiel’s swords that he used to take launch off of. Abiel noticed off the bat that this one was being controlled by a demon, but it seemed sluggish with its reaction time as it raised the blade and came down and all Abiel did was side step and the blade struck and stuck into the red, metal wagon. Abiel struck at the same time in as the Croat was coming down with the blade and struck the Croat in the throat. Which caused the Croat from trying to pull out the sword to his hands around his throat; Abiel placed the Gun with the Palo Santo clip in its hoister, and with a grunt removed the sword and as the Croat recover from the strike to the throat. Abiel cut clean through where his hands were just placed. Abiel sighed and looked over to the demon that was still crawling away. “I’m guessing that one was yours?” Abiel wasn’t looking for a reply or an answer, he didn’t even care if it was or not. Abiel walked over to the demon stabbing the sword into the ground as he placed a hand on the demons back and let his abilities take its course. Before the demon could even let out a scream he was just another pile of ashes that was being collected on the battle field. Abiel stood up and received his blade and counted the Croat that surround him now standing still like a wall of solders with weapons in their hands seeming to be controlled directly by another demon or demons. “I realized who really are control the strings now.” Abiel spoke more to himself as he received the sword from the earth’s resting place, and pulled out one of the Mantis blade swords. “Just know I’m coming for you….All of you.” Abiel smiled as the nearest Croat attacked and Abiel was once more not a being, but a force of nature with a mission and a purpose of killing the demons in this area. Even if he died doing it, all he kept thinking to himself at least he would be bring a hell of a lot of demons with him to give his other brothers and sisters’ in arms a better chance at fighting and winning this war, and that was the last solid though Abiel had besides, swing, counter, pull trigger, and breath another breath. Bishop As soon as the battle started and everyone stormed the battle Bishop stayed be hide as he set the house up with barriers with what the house could provide before returning to the room that everyone was standing and set up the rifle in the window, with just enough time to line the first Croat who saw the enemy party coming their way and placed a bullet between his eyes, and just like that the battle started and many more Croat’s fell as Bishop continued the process, find a target, lined the scope, and pulled the trigger. Bishop tried to keep his eyes on his own Allies to give them support fire and take out Croats that were in their blind zone, but the Croats soon found Bishop’s firing hole and took fire themselves. Bishop several times dunked and maneuvered to a new window or part of the house to escape return fire before setting up again and taking out more Croats that had open fired upon him. The battle between Bishops’ sniping spree and the return fire squad of Croats in the field seem to drag on until Bishop was out of clips for his rifle but he had taken care of business and only two from the original fifteen of the Croats were left. Bishop pulled out his pistol and took aim from one of the corners of a window and hit body parts but none that would take down a Croat for good. It was when Bishop ducked once more and was kneeling and looking out the window at the last reaming Croat’s when he saw a fragment of glass that still remained from the gun fight. A Croat had somehow manger to get through the barriers and obstacles that Bishop had set up in the house and was slowly moving toward Bishop with a knife of his own. It seemed the Croat hadn’t noticed that Bishop knew he was sneaking up on him. With a calm, and collective move like he was getting up to open fire again on the Croat’s down stairs and out on the field. Bishop pivoted and open fired on the Croat but with that rapid movement it wasn’t enough to end the Croat’s life just enough to piss him off. Bishop and the singled Croat fought on Bishop struggled in close range as the Croat slammed him in the wall and threw him across the room smashing into and destroying the already ruined king sized bed. Bishop shook his head clear of the dizziness that was trying to set in and opened fire once twice before the Croat came over taking the two shots one in the shoulder the other in the hip and kicked the gun away from Bishop and picked Bishop up with one arm by the throat. Bishop was struggling to breath as the Croat just handled him like a chew toy and with the own Croat’s knife in hand planning on making Bishop a few more holes he didn’t need. Bishop knew time wasn’t on his side not at this moment he was losing air and the will to fight and his vision was turning to narrow vision. He knew In the next few seconds he would be out like a light and knew it would be over for him. So with the last of Bishop’s strengthen he unsheathe his Bowie and slashed across the Croat’s eyes taking both out. The Croat roared in pain as he stumbled backward slashing at air wildly. Bishop used the time to regain his breath before rolling over to his gun and placed two shot in the Croat’s head and just watched the brute fall backwards and not move once more. Bishop himself collapsed against the ruined bed and rested his head against the bed taking a breather from that battle, before a crash from below alerted him of a new danger. Bishop unclipped the gun checking the round and tossed it since it only had one shot left and clipped in another full load and positioned himself standing. With his Bowie in one hand positioned underneath his hand with the gun; establishing for a more and better aim. Bishop walked slowly and taking care not to make a noise down the hall and saw shadows making their way from the stairs. Bishop made the decision not to go to the room where the dead Croat was but into the door that lead to a room that use to be a game room. With a tv placed in front of a couch, ping pong table, pinball machine in another corner. Bishop placed himself be hide the door and waited as the footsteps got closer and took aim at the door as the shadow underneath passed under the door and opened fired. In a few seconds what remained of the door was hanging barely to the hinges,. Bishop stood there with a bad feeling crawling up his spine. He didn’t hear any screams, or heard any other noise and he would have thought that was a good thing, but that feeling going up and down his spine spoke volumes and Bishop at the moment the return fire started. He leaped over the couch and took shelter be hide the soon bullet ridden couch. Bishop bite off a scream of pain as he landed hard on the wooden floor as the shoots fired. Bishop was trying to position himself down low as more bullets shot passed but when he tried to move his left arm. A pain so overwhelming blossomed in his head that it forced him to black out for a few moments, before he regained concisions. Bishop was wondering what the hell caused that as the bullets stopped coming his way and took that time to examine his left arm and found blood trailing down from his shoulder. It seemed he took one to the shoulder and the bullet exit wound could be seen as plain as day. The pain was dull now as long as he didn’t move it, but that was going to be on a smaller scale to what the Croats were going to do to him, and Bishop wasn’t going to find out. Bishop quickly took off his belt and tied it around his shoulder with a cloth that was in the room. Bishop was done when the first sounds of footsteps entered the room. They were slow and calculated steps; steps of unknown state that didn’t know where the enemy was, and Bishop was going to use that to his advantage. He took one of the pillows from the couch and counted in his head to three and tossed it to the side of the couch away from him, and a sound and show of bullets firing at the pillow turning it into just a mess of its insides, but Bishop wasn’t paying that any attention. As soon as the first bullet was fired. Bishop had stood straight up while they were distracted and opened fired placing five shoots each into the Croat’s body until the pair fell. Bishop maneuvered around the couch and kicked both bodies to make sure they were in fact dead. Bishop took note that the two Croats were no older then he was; it was just a damn shame that the two were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Bishop was heading for the door with his injured arm resting against his body. When he noticed the Croat’s weapons. Then a smile crept across his face as he unclipped the ammo to both guns and Bishop almost cheered. The rifles that the Croats were carrying had in fact the right rounds that Bishop needed for his own rifle and after looting the bodies. He came away with enough ammo to take out a hell of lot of Croats. Bishop quickly found a place for all the ammo and clips and went and retrieve his rifle in the room with the first dead Croat. The thought of staying in the room and taking up where he left off did cross his mind, but the pain in his shoulder told him enough that it was too much to risk. So Bishop loaded the Rifle to his right shoulder and with his right hand his pistol and headed out the door to another house that served the purpose as his sniping nest and took out another Croat, after another not worried about anyone sneaking up on him this time. Bishop had quickly blown out the stairs in this house with a well place grenadine, and had no worries of another Croat sneaking up on him. All of his focus was on was taking out another Croat to lighten the load on his allies down below. Felix By far this was nothing Felix thought it would be, with the angels on their side and the Hunters not to mention the supernatural that had somehow found them tied into this mess like himself. He thought the battle would be over but he was very well mistaken. It seemed the report on how many Croats and demons were a understatement. There were at least for the Croats a seven to one odd alone. So Felix really did have to paste himself with using his abilities. From time to time he threw the occasional infected or two out of the way, and even once caused a Croat that somehow snuck up on him one of the Non-Hunters that fought with them to bled from a wound in their neck that Felix caused from a far with his power. Even though it took a lot out of him to do just that act. It was worth keeping a fighter on his toes for just a few more seconds. As the fighting continued Felix was focusing on more hand to hand combat since that was his fancy. Throwing a storm of combos of punches and kicks to one opponent after the next; using enough force to crack bones if they blocked, or tools that they used. When confronted by the masses that caught him after breaking a Croat’s neck. Felix backed up and crouched in a stance that was more animal then man. A growl creeping from his throat as the first Croat to the left closest to him took a swing with the Axe he had found. Felix turned with the swing caught the Axe with one hand back fisted the Croat with the other. Felix heard a nasty snap and cracking noise as he knew that he broke the Croat’s neck as the head rocked to the right, Felix didn’t stop just like the Croat’s didn’t wait for him to finish off the now dead Croat that slouched to the ground. Felix front kicked the nearest one while twirling the Axe in his hand to block and trap the Croat to his left’s arm with his knife in the curve of the axe and pulled down causing that Croat to trip and fall. The next Croat was dealt with a spinning side kick that took him in the gut and caused him to double over and Felix followed up with a Axe in the face. The Croat went down backward along with the Axe, which left Felix with his hands again and that was fine with Felix. He quickly handed out blows of all kinds, elbows, punches, kicks, knees, head-butts; anything and everything to take down these infected beings. It wasn’t until Felix took down a Croat that he noticed that he was being surrounded and the Croats were trying to grab a hold of him. From time to time them did but Felix threw them off with his vampric strength, but he soon learned way. A bigger built Croat that stood about seven foot something had a chain saw in hand readying it to take down Felix. As Felix fought on more and more Croat’s started to pin Felix down; it wasn’t until one stabbed an iron rod though Felix’s left leg until he went down. The iron rod went all the way though entering the ground and pinning Felix there. Then another pain exploded from his right hand when he looked a Croat had stabbed a nine inch long and four inch wide knife in his hand pinning him off. Soon his other leg and arm was pinned and the Croats were taking turns punching Felix and kicking him in the ribs; really putting Felix though the ringer. Felix tried with his strength to rip his hand free or his left arm but he wasn’t getting enough room to pull free and he didn’t have enough focus or time to yank the rods and knives that kept him pinned out with his telekinesis. It wasn’t until the blows stopped coming when Felix looked up from the blood mess of a state he was in. Felix looked up expecting to see the bulky and tall Croat with the chainsaw approach but it was a woman in a Sunday dress with yellow and pink flowers plastered around. Her fussy wavy orange hair blocked out the sun. She knelt in front of Felix wrapping her arms around her dress and studied Felix. She placed on hand and drew back his hair away from the blood that was caking his face. “ Ah man you look like you’ve seen better days.” The woman spoke like she was speaking a to a friend who had one too many the night before. Instead of like she was on a battle field with mortal and immortal lives alike dying and at sake. Blood pooling and drying on the ground, a trail of body parts left be hide by one of Felix’s forces with a sword or bladed weapon. The sound of bullets echoing off from all around. If anything tipped Felix off that this woman wasn’t who she seemed to be; who had taken interest with Felix. Her eyes flashing red gave her away dead on as a demon. “ Let’s make a deal, I’ll save your life and even teleport you away from all this mess, but you give me your soul. I’ll even give you a ten years bonus for you to live out your life, what do you say?” The demon asked. Felix was dumbfounded at first, was she really offering him to get away from the mess; not that he would do it of course, but the fact she was actually offering to. When Felix found his voice all he could do was laugh, and laugh hard despite his wounds that were aching, and throbbing, despite the cracked rib or two that pleaded with him to stop the laughter. Felix couldn’t help it, to was too funny. The demon didn’t mind not at all; she was focus and plucking on a weed that had grown to about the size of a humans arm. The Croats had found other prey that were busy taking care of their kin, but a few seemed to stay close by even the one with the chainsaw. “You have to be joking right?” Felix still laughing; The female demon just shrugged, “It was a slow period again for me and since they called me over here to deal with this mess. I thought why not get paid overtime too.” She huffed out a laugh, and Felix actually laughed with her. “Sorry but I have a thing with dealing with demons, kill them first whole thing.” Felix shrugged but that action caused ripping in of muscles in the rod in his left arm and he stopped. The demon shrugged once more. “ I tried I guess I’ll try one of the others.” The demon stood up and started to walk away throwing a lock of her hair be hide her. “ Finish up for me dear. She was speaking to the Croat with the chain saw and he replied with a grunt as he started up the Chainsaw and stepped up to Felix. Felix looked down as he heard the Croat came closer and the chain saw was buzzing next to his ear cutting up the ground, but he toned it out as he focused on what he was going to do. He was going to have only one chance at this and he wanted it big. He found the words he need in his memory of the spell that would spend him of all his energy and would kill him if he was mortal that would make his telekinesis like a bomb setting off throwing the enemies around off their feet even Felix himself if he wasn’t pinned; Felix knew it would hurt like hell though with the rods and knives keeping him pinned to the ground, but it was better than dying. As Felix was finishing up the spell the Croat drew back the Chain saw and held high in the air. Just when he was about to come down a pause came over everything a calm, all sounds were drowned out, everything slowed and paused and Felix felt the spell run up and through him as his head raised to look at the face of his would be executioner, and felt the magic explode out of him with the telekinesis. The force of the blast threw and rocked the Coat’s that were standing guard over Felix even the big bulky one with the Chain Saw . It even caught up some of the Croats who were running around to reinforce their allies. Felix even felt himself being picked up and tore away from some of the knives and rods that pinned him down like a fly on display. When the effect of it all was over Felix felt the fatigue, and exhaustion and the pain most of all come crashing down upon him, but he couldn’t rest not just yet. Felix had found his right hand had come free from the knife and the pole in his left arm was free as well. He went to work on the rods in his legs. After ripping out one pole pretty easy, the other one on the other hand. Felix had to pull the pole up and out but could pull out the rod. So he had to kick down with the rest of his energy and his leg came free from the rod. Felix threw the rod away and laid back defeated on the battle field. He closed his eyes thinking about thoughts about all the things he still hasn’t done yet, or could finish doing. His thoughts lingered on Norah for the longest time before a figure he could make out from his closed lids blocked out the sun that was burning his skin. The burn was a minor thing to Felix with the gaping holes in limbs. Felix opened one eye to see the demon once more had return once more. Her eyes were that of pity and a hint of sadness. “I like that patch, they weren’t the talking type bunch but they got the work done.” Felix noticed as she drone on and on talking to hear herself talk he presumed; she had retrieved the chain saw that the tall Croat had before her, and hadn’t come to try to convince him to of the deal, but finish the job. Felix was fine with that and even praised her for it, his lived far too long and it was time for it all to come to as Felix closed his eyes and waited for the end. The thoughts once more came upon him, and the last of those thoughts were of Norah as he heard the chain saw kick on. His mind was thinking on about the dance they shared in many dreams before, their grand adventures and such. A smile grew across his face as he thought on about Norah and wanted her to be his last thoughts. Out of the blue when Felix thought his end was near with his eyes closed waiting for the chain saw’s teeth to rip and tear at his flesh. Instead of the pain that came a splash of wetness washed over Felix, and the smell of blood, but not human blood something that was touched by supernatural taint. At first he though the demon might have been toying with him for a bit drawing out the end, and the pain was so great Felix couldn’t feel his own flesh tearing from the blades, but when no extra blood spill came forth. Felix opened one eye and saw the Female demon standing in front of him with a bullet hole the size of a thumb protruding from her throat. She looked down at her hand at the mess of blood that had oozed out from the wound and her eyes met Felix’s eyes with a flash of surprise that the wound was there and fear. Felix was as surprised as she was. It seemed Bishop was sniping away at everyone and everything that had his allies in a pickle and this one wasn’t any different. Another bullet came flashing by and took the female Demon in the head exploding out her contents her skull and she fell over with the force right on top of Felix. With the dead body on top of Felix, he had no choice but to move the body to the side and sit up. He was keeping his eye on the forces around him running around not noticing the fallen demon, of course with the chaos that was unfolding all over the place. Felix had made it to his feet brushing off the dust and brain matter that got caught on him with the mess that Bishop had made. He was holding his injured arm in his injured hand look around at the masses that were battling and noticed a few Croats finally take notice of him. Since he wasn’t going to dye now it seemed, he was going to fight. Felix wiped away the blood that was caking his face some his the rest the demon that was laying on the floor now as the Croat’s closed in. Felix looked at the blood on his hand and shrugged and thought one for the road and placed his hand over his mouth and took in the blood, and his eyes went wide. It was like a power rush with the blood he was taking in. His feed on humans before and even during sex with a female vampire her blood as well, and none was like this. A well of power surged within Felix like none he felt before. He felt strong, powerful, and fast all at the same time. He even felt his healing factor take over and heal the wounds that was proving a problem before. Felix had no clue what was going on but didn’t care he had a few Croat’s to deal with. The few Croats that Felix fought proved nothing to Felix as his strengthen had returned more powerful than before along with his speed, and when he used his telekinesis it was like a grenade going off. Tossing his foes away and from time to leaving only body parts where the rest of the body once stayed. The power was amazing and just like it came it was slowly going away. Felix had finished with the last of the Croats laughing as he squeezed the Croat’s head between his palms and popped the head like a grape. Staggered backward a little to take in his work on the battle field and laughed. He looked down at his hands and took his hands to his mouth just like before to taste the blood on his hands and the power to return, but the blood wasn’t anything like the blood before, it was spoiled to the taste worse than deadman’s blood and Felix spit it out wanting the taste gone from his mouth. Felix wondered what was the problem what was the X factor he was missing for the power and rush he was feeling before return. It wasn’t until a few Croat’s returned with vengeance and their small battle took them back to where the female demon lied dead on the ground. When Felix made the connection; he’d just finished snapping another Croat’s neck while having him in a headlock by his side under his arm. He looked upon the female demon and had remembered the demon’s blood had splattered across him. Why didn’t he think of it before, his powers of telekinesis and the power over causing other’s wounds to open from afar without touching them did originated from demons. The thought of drinking blood from demons before never had crossed his mind to increase his powers before and as the memory of that power had over Felix he wanted more and there were plenty of demons out on this battle field to get it from.

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 370px; padding: 90px 30px 65px 270px; color: #767676; font-variant: small-caps;] Location: Bakers Grocery, Parkers Crossroads TN Music: This is War- Thirty Seconds to Mars Outfit: Abiel- with a double of everything pistols that he found during the week of supply runs, Butterfly Swords, Twin Bladed half handed swords, two bowies that matched Bishop's in make, and two Mantis Bladed Felix- Blue jacket hood Bishop- In his arms his new favorite rifle that he received from Eve from a supply run at the beginning of this thing, but Bishop had modified it to be a sniping weapon for the upcoming battle, with a pistol he picked up on this gun, and a Bowie. Notes: Sorry it’s sooo long

Read more: carryonmywaywardsons.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=graphics&action=display&thread=858&page=1#ixzz1V9uzXApI

i54.tinypic.com/2rgyq9s.jpg

[Zee Pritchard]

Jophiel

Everybody was distracted, Jophiel didn't bother playing human once the fight began. This wasn't the group he was trying to conceal his nature from anyway; he'd been hiding from the civvies, not the hunters. So as soon as people started moving, Jophiel just teleported himself to directly behind the Lilim who was wearing the curly-headed little boy and swung his sword at the demon's back. Fuck fair play, this was about saving lives.

The old tricks are the best, and sometimes things aren't dramatic or exciting. Sometimes the surprise attack works and you catch the bad guy totally off-guard. The point of the gladius slammed into the back of the demon's neck and shoved down at an angle, severing the spinal cord and all but decapitating it. Not that that even mattered much, as soon as the point of his blade penetrated deeply enough to draw blood the length of it burst into blue-tinged white flame that burned into and through the demon, bursting from its eyes and mouth and searing it away to nothing but a withered husk within moments.

There was no sense of victory, no jubilation, no stopping to celebrate or check the results on the others. It was just doing what need to be done, on to the next opponent and keep his senses stretched out so that he'd know if any of his allies fell.

Zee Pritchard

Zee fucked up. Pure and simple, and she'd admit it later when she talked about it. She fucked up, she got too focused on the black-eye she was slowly cutting to pieces with three-round bursts from the G36 and wasn't paying enough attention to the croats.

And so when one slammed into her from behind the went down on one knee, cursing and thrashing around with the gun while she tried to get a sense of what was going on. She might have been okay if these had been 'normal' croats (as though there was anything normal about demontainted diseases transmitted by blood), her reactions were good and she got her bearings quickly. But these bastards weren't just infected, they were also being driven by white-eyed demons and far faster and smarter than they should have been.

The one who'd knocked her down took three rounds to the upper chest, but another came scampering up and slammed a broken-off piece of metal shed siding into her thigh. Zee shouted and twisted to kill the bitch, but the fiftiesish woman with the matted gray hair had already bitten off a chunk of her own bottom lip and spat the blood directly into the wound in Zee's leg.

She killed the croat and struggled back to her feet, glancing around partly to assess where the demons were but also partly to make sure that none of the others had seen the contamination. Looked like they hadn't, lucky break for her, and Zee fought on grimly, ignoring the hot trickle of blood down her leg and the panic that wanted to rise at the whole idea of this. Panic later, first there were monsters to kill.

Castiel

Castiel's white-eye didn't go down nearly as easy as Jophiel's. Bad luck on his part, or it was always possible that he wasn't actually as skillful as the cherub. Jophiel was a chief among the cherubim, Castiel was just an ophanim foot soldier and he'd been spending more time mired in politics than with his blade in his hand lately.

The demon wearing the remains of a bank teller named Kimberly Sugiyama was armed with a katana that it had probably grabbed off somebody's decorative display; the blade had already broken off a foot from the hilt and it hadn't had much of an edge even when this started. But the demon wielded it with hellish ferocity and Castiel found himself pressed back as often as he pressed forward.

In the end he had to just go ahead and take one on the chin to get the job done. Or, more specifically, the left forearm. He threw the arm up and let a brutal overhand blow fall, snapped the arm around and outward to shove the blade away and plunged his sword directly into the demon's chest. It went down screaming and belching white fire, and as soon as it fell Castiel could feel the easing on the battlefield, feel some of the dark intent that had been driving the croats shred away. Thank God. Thank God, and he swung around and sprinted toward the spot where Dean was being hard-pressed by a trio of black-eyes who kept circling around him.

[Dean Winchester]

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It had not been a fight that Dean had been expecting when he had left Nichole however when he had noted the low numbers that they had he knew that it was something that he would have to take a big fight in and Dean would have to do a lot of fighting, he had to admit that the fact that the younger and less able members of the group had been take the hell out of dodge was something that Dean had been happy about especially as his own sister was there but he didn’t know what was going to happen next.

When the group spilt apart Dean kept an eye on Sam he knew that if his brother needed him then Dean would be there in a second despite what they where going through he just hoped that Sam would do the same, he had to admit that a lot of Dean’s shots had been wild but he knew that he had been injuring the demons and croats maybe not killing but maiming would do as if they couldn’t move it would be enough for Dean. Shooting one woman in the throat, Dean sharply turned and shot a man between the eyes before carving a path out of the bodies between himself and Sam, he didn’t even look at his brother but the fact that he had his brother’s back would not have been lost on anyone, he didn’t even have to speak the movement that Dean had made would have been enough for everyone.

Dean knew that he had to talk to Sam and resolve their problems but he also knew that it could wait and the fact that the battle was more important right now, other than that Dean knew that he had to keep his little brother safe until they got out of this place as he didn’t want the last real conversation that they had to be one of the ones they already had.

Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

TIME :: night
TAG :: Everyone
WORDS :: 330
NOTES :: listening to hands held high by linkin park.
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Blaze of Glory by Bon Jovi
CREDIT :: NICHOLE!!

[Darrius Ajax Ambrose]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=z-index,1][atrb=style, background: url(http://i54.tinypic.com/sy8djo.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px; height: 600px; outline: 2px solid #7a756a; padding: 0px;, bTable] Darrius smiled a bit evilly when the signal was given to start the fight. He stood there as a bunch of croats turned to him with terrible screams as they started at the immortal creature. Darrius easily slipped a round of pistol bullets into his pistol before sending a shot, one after the other, into the charging zombies. He made slow progress as he easily destroyed about 20 zombies before he met a black-eyed demon. Darrius saw the fright and anger in the demon's black eyes and smocked a little. He then took out his knives before going at the demon. Swinging, dodging and tripping the demon he ended the being with a iron, salt-caked knife into the heart.He sighed to himself, as the demon was sent into Hell. The phoenix then easily cleaned the dagger into the soil of the earth before putting some more salt onto its sharp edge. Darrius then started to dissemble more croats. His movement then stopped after killing about 25 of those mindless, munching beasts that used to be humans. His blue eyes looked around and saw the mayhem that is occurring in the field. He then glanced at the devils gate and was happy that they interfered just before it was finished. He then watched Abiel work yards away for a second before leaping into fight again. Darrius kept killing the croats and pausing to catch his breath. The almost 300 year old phoenix started to feel tired, but kept pushing forward. His mouth then muttered as he watch a batch of zombies coming at him. He has already wasted about 15 of the rounds to the pistol and fumbled another round into the gun. It was easy to take down the croats which easily died after a bullet lands into their thoughtless minds. Blue eyes blinked as he kept working on killing the croats that are quickly dying to the progress of the angels, hunters and creatures that are working together to stop the demons from making a devil's gate. [style=padding: 15px; font-size: 0.7em;] Status: Done Outfit: Blood splattered, sweat-coated, plain, white t-shirt and dirty, light, blue jeans. His wearing tan tennis shows that work for fighting in. Notes: He is getting tired very quickly and sees the progress in stopping the progress of the devil's gate. His is also hoping that everyone is a live and doing well in the fight. [/style]