Back from the Dead

Dreogan held his arm tightly to his side, pain shooting up and down his nerves with each wavering step. He released his arm only to wipe blood from his eyes, and to observe his situation. He was in some unmarked alley. Dim lights lit the walls and floor, both endlessly grey, save for a trail of blood following behind Dreogan. Whisper stuck close to her master, a gun ready in her hand, should anyone pop out too suddenly. Dreogan slowly opened a door, and began slowly climbing what seemed like an endless set of stairs. At the top, he pushed open a heavy door that led to the roof. Whisper cautiously locked the door and barred it behind them, then led her master over to a small encampment they had set up much earlier. Whisper injected Dreogan with something, then set to work cleaning and dressing his wounds. She nursed his arm the longest, as the right one seemed to be not just broken, but shattered like glass.

Suddenly, a knock came at the door, and before Whisper could even blink, Dreogan had snatched her gun and put several bullets through the cheap drywall that made up the walls that surronded the stairwell. They heard several cries for help, then shouting for the door to be knocked down. "Damnit, will they never give up?" Dreogan growled as he opened a small footlocker that held several pistols and submachine guns(in addition to a few other surprises). Invigorated by the injection Whisper had given him moments before, Dreogan squeezed the trigger of a submachine gun in his left hand, and watched as holes punctured the wall, and smiled as he heard the screams of dismay coming from the stairwell.

The people in the stairwell began to shout, slamming against the heavy door, and returning fire through the wall. Most of their bullets sprayed harmlessly away, but a few strays wandered too close to Dreogan and Whisper, and the two retreated to a safer area. The heavy door finally came down, and a seemingly endless group of black dressed soldiers began to spill out of the stairwell, and onto the rooftop. Dreogan, enraged at the intrusion and hopped up on pain killers, began to fire bullets into the massive crowd that was forming. Whisper moved close to her master, standing a thick piece of steel from the roof in front of him and her. "Master, we need help, or we will surely die." Dreogan chuckled at that, wondering if his life truly was close to the end. He flicked on a small radio on his chest, and began running through all frequencies, "Anyone, come in. This is the Dragon, requesting support against the Black Army. Anyone in the immediate vicinity, please respond." Normally, calling in for backup wasn't his style, but then again, dieing wasn't either.

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Bones heard a gunshot, and then another, but where were they coming from? He'd been staying in a derelict building for his stay in New York (It wasn't easy to book a hotel with his face, Hell he'd had to smuggle himself in cargo ship to get into America). He got to his feet and climbed to the top of the stairs and onto the roof.

The gunshots were louder now, Bones looked across to the building next door he looked across, two figures were in a firefight with a large group of soldiers. Bones looked at the figures. The woman seemed scared out of her mind, the man obviously trying to protect himself and her. Bones deduced that these Black Soldiers were the villains and the other two were innocents who got in the way.

Bones aimed his own gun and fired a pair of smoke pellets onto the roof, the firing stopped and he threw a rusty piece of roofing across to the other building.
"Get Across!" He cried "Quick!"

((Trying to wait for Nightkill to post, but it doesn't look like he's going to. xD))

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Quietly watching from afar deGray quickly contemplated helping the couple surrounded by the seemingly endless supply of soldiers. Deciding that the couple seemed in need deGray fired a volley of arrows into the air hoping to pluck off a few of the men. Quickly jumping from his hiding spot to a higher rooftop for a better vantage point.

(Oh, sorry.)

Nightkill was driving around, when he heard a voice come in on the radio.

That voice... It was familiar. Nightkill grinned as he remembered. It was back in his hideous plant form. He had fought with this man against this one girl and this one guy. Kill vaguely recalled the girl's name being Sakura or something.

Nightkill did what he had to, which was try to find the guy. He got out of his car, and began looking.

Dreogan heard the rusty metal crashed behind him, and immediately turned and dashed across it. He let out a volley of bullets as Whisper crossed, yelling obscenities and calling their mothers unpleasant names. Dreogan, though injured, put a bullet in every head he aimed at, but they continued to pushed their way out of the stair well. "I got something for ya'! Suck on this!" Dreogan popped the pin on a grenade he had concealed in his vest, and lobbed it to the other roof. It clinked as it rolled, then detonated with deadly effect. Though it didn't kill as many as he had been hoping it would, it seemed to get the message across. While they were dazed, Dreogan moved quickly to a point of hiding, where he could rest and speak with this strange man that had helped him.

Whisper bowed her head to this new person, "Thank you, sir... For saving my Master." She bowed once more, before returning to her Master's side. "So... Who are you?" Dreogan asked, keeping his finger ready on the trgger in case this stranger decided to turn on him.

"Thank you, sir... For saving my Master." The woman said bowing a couple of times.
"Master?" Bones asked, he turned his head to the man and cocked his head. "What's your relationship?

"So... Who are you?" The man asked his finger coiled round the trigger.
"Name's Bones, Bones McGraw, heard of me?" He asked.

((Is Nightkill ever gonna post again?))

(Yes, but when I see a good time to. So, continue, I'll post when I see a good time.)

((Alright, sounds good))

"Name's Bones, Bones McGraw, heard of me?"

"No, can't say that I have.. Thanks for the help, would've ended a lot uglier if you hadn't come along." Dreogan looked the man over, his tactical mind looking for weakpoints, and anything that could have him out in a fight, should it come to that. The man was nothing more than a skeleton, but Dreogan had learned a long time ago to never misjudge an enemy, just by his appearance.

Whisper stood by her Master's clinging to his arm in fear of what had just happened, and of this 'Bones' character before them. She kept good grip on a knife than Dreogan had sheathed on his side, just below his ribs. "Why.. Why did you help us?" She asked timidly. Most people ran from them, not helped them. Why shouldn't they? Whisper was a broken, self-loathing and pained looking individual, and Dreogan.. Well, Dreogan was a man who's mere presence would strike fear into the hearts of anyone, and he had the look of a cold-blooded killer. Could this man have thought they were the victims, that they we're good? she laughed internally at the idea, wrapping her arms tighter around Dreogan's.

"No, can't say that I have.. Thanks for the help, would've ended a lot uglier if you hadn't come along." The man said.

Bones's face would've dropped if it hadn't gotten burnt off. He still wasn't famous outside of his hometown, great. He noticed the man eyeing him up and stared at him, checking for any weapons, if he was that paranoid then he may have to fight him. Like it or not.

"Why.. Why did you help us?" The girl asked, her hand tightly clutching a knife the man had hidden on his person.
Bones smiled, raised his hat and bowed.
"It's my job, I protect the weak from those who wish to harm them," He said, he was about to replace his hat when a hail of gunfire shot out at him. Bones ducked behind a chimney, invulnerable as he may be his armour was merely leather and had already been a tad burned.

He plonked the hat back on his head, straightened it and turned around firing pot shots at the soldiers while using the chimney to cover him.
"Who are these people?" He asked.