Gotham
Morbius walked into a backalley in Crime Alley, looking at his phone, he saw an address, he saw a grafiti tag of a pair of fangs with a cross through them. He rapped his knuckles rhythmically on the door. A slit slid open.
"Is that a dead cat out there?"
"Fuck you, asshole." he replied. The door opened
"Don't freak out when you see me, Jimmy." He said, before stepping in and lowering the hood, immediately, the doorman, a young asian man, grabbed a stake and pointed it at him. Morbius put his hands up.
"It's me, Morbius.""Prove it!" The man yelled. Morbius tensed his fingers, before pulling the mouser from his jacket.
"This was my Grandfather's, Cpl. Friedrich Hans Morbius. We met last year when me and Rachel came to visit your wife and daughter, Rachel was pregnant at the time... He gulped loudly
"We lost the baby... Look, i'm not a vampire" Morbius holstered the gun, before he took out his own silver stake and drove it into his chest. He let out a low roar, but didn't turn to dust.
"What the hell?" He asked.
"It's a long story..." He said, pulling the stake out, wincing and reholstering it.
"I need somewhere to crash and get my bearings, maybe figure some of this shit out." He breathed heavily. He walked through to the back with the man and they walked into a room with several other men, a little girl with dark skin and an african woman. They both backed away as Morbius walked in.
"Don't worry, it's Michael." The little girl looked at Michael.
"Is this little Kerry?" He asked looking down at her. The girl ran over to her mother.
"Don't worry, i'm not staying long." He looked over to Jimmy.
"I'm going to need access to a computer." He said. Jimmy showed him through to another room, it was a small room with a computer and a desk. He sat down and put the briefcase next to him, he then logged in and put the data-stick into the computer.
"What the hell even is he anymore?" Came talking from the other room. Michael shook his head, it was a whisper, but he could hear it as clearly as they were right next to him. He hunkered down and continued to watch the computer boot up.
"Keep the silver bullets close, we can't trust him." He shook his head. He felt hurt. He didn't want to, he actually completely understood and knew that, were the positions reversed, he would probably be acting exactly the same... But at the same time, he had known Jimmy for over a year. Knowing that your friend had a plan to kill you, regardless of whether it would work or not was irrelevant. Michael breathed heavily, he was feeling hungry. He opened the case to see a bunch of things in it, the suitcase looked rather high-tech. Several large, blue pill-looking things, kinda the same size as the capsule in the middle of a Kinder Surprise, there was a glowing blue liquid in it. The computer finally finished booting up and he looked at another capsule, this one with a glowing red liquid in it. He inserted the pen-drive into the computer and waited for it to boot up.
"Red team is in position..." He could hear as a whisper. He looked up to a vent in the wall. He then grabbed the pen-drive and the brief case and burst through the door to the next room.
"WE NEED TO GO NOW!" He stated with a harsh, yet hushed tone.
"I can hear someone outside, they are getting ready to attack us." Jimmy immediately took out his phone and began to push a few buttons. He saw a SWAT team on one of the outside camera's.
"SHIT! They must have disabled the trip-wires. I knew GCPD were onto us, i thought we could stay at least a few more days before they locked down where we were. Were you followed?" He asked.
"No, i'd know if they were following." He pointed to his large ears. Jimmy nodded.
"I'll go first, draw their fire, if there's a back-door, take the others and go." Jimmy nodded. He grabbed his shotgun.
"Thanks, man. I owe you one." Jimmy said, holding out his fist. Michael bumped it with his fist. Michael grabbed his hat and coat, as well as the brief-case and pressed his large ear to the door, he could hear quiet footsteps out the front and someone counting down.
"Alright, we go in 9, 8, 7, 6-" Morbius took a step back and, with continued to count in his own head, as soon as the timer reached 2, her lunched, bursting through the door, sending it off its hinges and straight into a police officer with a battering ram. Jumping outside, onto the door, he heard a few startled cries, before jumping on one of the Police, grabbing the mans head and throwing him into the man on the other side of the door, One of the officer's began emptying the contents of the clip of an MP5 into Morbius, who cried with pain, before smashing the man over the head with the briefcase. He looked down at the officer and saw that, he had gang-tattoo's on his face.
"You aren't police..." He grunted, before he was shot 3 more times in the back. If these were gangsters, then he didn't need to hold back, he turned to see one of the "Cops" was shooting him, he jumped over to the man, catching 2 more bullets, before he landed on the man and sank his teeth into his neck, he let out a maniacle giggle as the blood began to flow. He could only see red as the sweet nectar of his his continued existence flowed. The gangster feebly tried to stop him, pushing feebly at him, but it was no use, even if the man wasn't now missing over 2 liters of his blood, he was no match for Michael's strenth. He felt another 2 bullets piece his back. He got up and pulled out his revolver, before pointing it to his victim's head and pulling the trigger. No blood splattered, there wasn't enough left, but it did guarantee that he wasn't going to turn. He turned around to see another gangster in SWAT gear pointing a pistol at him, Michael holstered the gun and threw the briefcase at the man, he ducked under it and tried to fire, but didn't spot Michael having gone high. Michael landed on him, claws going into the mans helmet, raking it from his head, before he bit into his skull hard and beginning to suck like a hungry baby, the blood lust had gotten him now and he wasn't going to be able to stop himself. The man went limp and he took out the revolver, shooting him, once again to make sure that he didn't turn. He picked up the briefcase, there didn't seem to be any damage to it, but he didn't want to risk damaging what was inside of it too much. He set off at a run, he heard the SWAT from around back running towards his location.
"Um himmels willen..." He grunted, before setting off at a run down the street.
Dodging through the streets, he made sure to stop and make just enough noise to make sure that they were following him and try to allow Jimmy to escape. He rounded a corner and came face-to-face with a SWAT member, who didn't raise his weapon.
"Excellent..." he said.
"You performed even better that I expected." Michael squinted.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked. He didn't recognize the man. The SWAT took his helmet off and threw it to the side. Michael could now see a strange red glow from his eyes. He wasnt a vampire, his skin wasnt pale enough, but he did have a vampire-like smell to him.
"I am your best friend, you just dont know it." he then cocked his neck to the side
"Come, my friend, I doubt you are full. And this meat is such a waste of potential. Murderer, rapist, drug trafficker, pimp, the worst dreg of humanity. We'll start you off with this lot and once you are used to it, we'll move you up to something a little more common." The man smiled a cruel, sadistic smile.
"Is it safe to assume that i am talking to some entity controlling this man?" He asked.
"That's why I like you, Michael. You are not afraid to ask the big questions. You'll learn who I am soon enough, but in the meantime, let's just say that I am a fan of your work and leave it at that. Now, come, come. Feed." he insisted. Michael was still hungry, and if this man was as bad as claimed, then he wasnt going to find a better target." He walked forward and grabbed his neck.
"Dont worry, my friend. We will talk again soon." Michael sunk his teeth into the neck and began to drain it of its juices, his red eyes glowing brightly as he did, growing more and more satisfied, his blood settling down after this third feeding. He let the corpse go and it fell to the ground, he once again made sure that it wouldnt turn. He then realized that he couldn't hear the SWAT anymore. Entirely possible that he had given them the slip.
Questions raced through Michael's mind as he began to scale a nearby fire escape (without his disguise, he couldn't take the streets.) Was this attack always meant for him? Was whoever that was just taking advantage of the situation with these gangsters after Jimmy? What the hell had HOI even given him. He began making his way across the rooftops, he needed to skip town. He'd already left too much of a footprint. Making his way to the Train Station, he arrived just in time to see a west-bound train pulling out of the yard with a long freight load behind it. Waiting for the right time, he jumped effortlessly onto a large cargo container and fell down to the gully, where he could at least lay down. He shifted to get comfortable, before zipping his jumpsuit down and pulling his arms out, he could see the copius amounts of bullet wounds on him, they were healing over quickly, the bullets being pushed out of his body. That was a nice change from having to dig them out personally. He lay back and, with a full belly and nothing to do for the night, he allowed sleep to take him.
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