I felt a sharp, stinging, prick in my back. I figured that the vampire imitator behind me had stabbed me. But that couldn't be right, this felt like fire itself was growing inside a small wound on my back. I fell on my knees and screamed, shaking the entire subway system. I held back tears, the bastards wouldn't see me cry. "Where ya' from old man?" The voice behind me inquired softly, as if this was no big deal at all.
"Oh-Ohio." I muttered, shaking, and truly scared. The four figures in front of me looked at me with deep contempt as the voice behind me laughed mockingly.
"Ohio, eh? Where's he from Charlie?"
"Romania." The shrouded kid in the wheel chair replied coldly with no feeling. I gasped, I spoke with no accent and actually looked American with a leather jacket and blue jeans, I had even dyed my hair brown. How could this kid in a wheelchair no that I was from Romania?
"Romania, nice country, beautiful country side..." I couldn't hear anything else over my own screams, for once again I had been poked with fire. "The next won't hurt." I voice echoed inside my head, where the hell did that come from. After regrowing my leg, and gaining incredible powers that I had barely explored, is where I would die, at the hands of some punks with knifes? I was interrupted by a soft poke to my back. I felt an incredible rush of energy and I jumped up and pulled out a pistol in the blink of an eye. I turned to see the teen with the knife, it was a green blade darkened at the very end by my blood. He stood trembling, but not for long, I kicked his feet from under him and he fell into the barrel of my pistol. Their kiss echoed in the darkness.
"JOSEPH!" The other's cried. The leader turned to me, eyes growing red and fangs barred, "Kill the mortal!" He yelled. The others took off in a sprint a sprint so fast that it seemed as if they were smoke. I then balled my hands into a fist, and they became alive with a yellow flame. As one of the clouds of smoke passed me I put my right fist into one of them, I felt a cool impact, and bubbling of boiling blood. The smoke disappeared and I saw one of the vampires clutching a basket ball sized burn on his stomach, coughing up blood as he cried for help. But alas, it was no use, he was loosing too much blood, his pupils grew, and he was no more.
The other was about 10 feet away from me, so I took out another pistol and aimed it into the cloud as I moved backwards with hurricane force. I took a quick look at this, Fontaine had given it too me. On the 17 inch barrel were the words, "Best of luck." inscribed, and it gleamed with a bright gold color. For the first time I pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. But then, the whole room lit up with orange light. And from where a cloud of smoke was, grew a wall of fire. If there was a body, I didn't go looking for it.
The leader trembled confused to how is buddies where killed by an alien, and wondering if he would be too. He looked at me, and ran. He didn't two steps, but immediately caught on fire, bathing in bright blue flames. He turned towards the shrouded figure and cried, before he fell on the ground as a burning mass. There was one problem though, I didn't do that. As I realized this I was slowly being pushed towards the kid in the wheel chair, when I reached him, someone lifted my pistol to his head.
"I don't want this!" I screamed.
To be continued...
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