The abducation. (All are welcomed.)

[Morbid_fixation]

He had drifted across that desert for quite sometime before he had realised that he had no idea where the fuck he was any more? He was getting groggy from the scratches that he had with stood from the previous night. But all he knew was that he had survived that death trend. A foolish tool at the use of some majestic false brotherhood. But never had it been this way before, him questioning the faith. He was breaking, and loosing consciousness at sixty miles per hour. Shaking it off, he slammed on the breaks. It seemed he had come to a whole new place. It looked to be some sort of cliff dwellings or something.

Something he had never seen before. What happened? Had he passed through some portal or something? He was trashed and scattered. Pulling the bike over behind one of the massive cliffs. He parked it, getting out. He took one of his vicodin's and reached into his saddle bag. Pulling out a gallon of southern comfort. He took a swig, washing the pill down. Glancing around, he noticed that there was noise coming from somewhere not far away. And that wasn't the sound of his hog. It shouldn't like...? He took another swig of that gut numbing brew. Before he stood and stumbled toward the noise. To his amazement, there was a beautiful water fall, splish splashing all around. A small pool there within it. He had no idea where the fuck he was. As he took off his cloths and jumped in the water. Washing the blood from his corroding carcass. He swam underneath the gentle waters, which in all honesty were not that gentle.

He began to swim around having a blast, feeling great. These waters felt so great, his cut's were not exactly in the same situation. But he had learned to forget about pain. And enjoy the small things in life, because without them, what's everything else? It was strange though he thought, as he swam a bit further down. And noticed that something was swimming beneath of him. HIs eyes widened up, here he is in his birth day suit and now he's swimming with the fish. Just great, He swam up as fast as he could, he could feel the waters beneath him almost trying to suck him back down into them. As he got out of it, he rolled, something had been following him, he was sure of it. And as he looked back over the edge of the bank. It looked humongous..Almost unfathomable. It could have eaten him for sure...Just how deep was that pond. And then it hit him, just where the fuck was he?

Backing away as quickly as he could, almost scrambling to get back to his feet. He dived for his cloth's. Putting them on, the creature seemed to have dived back down into the water. He finally decided to rest. He began to move back to his bike wondering if some weird creature had found it while he had been showering and running from that creature. He had no idea how much time had passed, or where he was. If he was even on earth, dude knew a little about physics and stuff. And this for sure was not Arizona. Or new Mexico, california? He highly doubted it....

[Tsagu]

High in the sky a large air ship slowly drifted through the sky. Once it blocked the sun casting a large shadow over the desert area a long black rope fell from the sky and stopped above the surface. A small figure could barely be seen sliding down from the air ship. He slowly gained great speed stopping right above the ground just a few inches from slamming into the ground.* he began to adjust his self before unclipping from the spie rig rope. He looks around the area slowly taking in the details. He had white hair with paleish skin and ice blue eyes hidden by his black sunglasses. He wore black pants with a black long sleeve shirt. On his back was a large .223 rifle accompined by a silent 1911 pistol on his hip. "where have I landed?" he begins to slowly ask looking for any signs of life.

[Morbid_fixation]

Over head the sound's were ever so deafening. It's strange engines were unlike anything he had ever heard, they sounded as if they were above these cliffs. The slayer jumped from crevasse to crevasse. Flipping and half spinning in between them, landing with his head held down, A strange shot gun among his form, glancing up he stared on in awe. This definably wasn't Arizona. Eyes stricken, he adjusted his eyes, and saw a man or something sliding down from the ropes off in the distance. A simple grin united his facial features, his gun sorta at his side. Not sure if this creature would be hostile or not. From here he could smell the man, the beast within him was already starting to show itself his facial hair a little thicker than usual. He hunched down as he got closer, as if he was in a pouncing pose or something, he could see the shine from the scope of the rifle from here. And he knew this guy would mean business if he was here to try and take his head. Something told him to be cautious.


He moved closer to the man, narrowing his eyes. Now about sixty feet away; An easy target for a skilled sniper. Though there was something fearless about his voice. It was clear that the man had seen more battles and combat situations that most care to even try to remember. Cold soulless eyes stared on. He was letting the virus course through his veins now. "I DO SO HOPE YOU MEAN NO ILL INTENT FREIND." He yelled over the engine's of the space ship. He left his word at that, he hadn't aimed his gun toward the man yet. And didn't plan on it. He would rather avoid conflict in order to obtain some information than attack and loose his first possible lead. "THIS ISN'T EARTH IS IT?" His voice boomed loudly, either that. Or the man had some small traces of telekinetic abilities. For his word's were spoken on all possible wave lengths. For now, he stood still unsure of what to truly do. This guy probably had a small army. With the small amount of ammo he had left.. It made him really wonder what was going on here. Only time could tell....

[Tsagu]

He looks towrds the man that began to get closer and genly laid his hand on the pistol to his side. He slowly walks forward his face emotionless. As he approached closer more distinct feautures of his self became more apparent. Hanging down and swaying slowly was a white wolfs tail and on top of his head were perked wolf ears. "No,This isn't earth. Earth is several light years away from this location. I don't know the name of this place either so don't bother asking." He removed his sun glasses and put them in his pocket "My name is Tsagu, weapon specialtist and assassin for the Elysian army." he relaxed his grip on his side seeing this man was not a possible threat. "What is your name?"

[Morbid_fixation]

A slight smirk moved across his facial features as he looked toward the creature. Noticing it wasn't exactly a human. And hell that was made obvious to him now. But what could have caused him to travel so far away he thought to himself. But the man did approach like he was fearless. The man began to walk closer to him, still he could feel the urge within him to mutilate. To decimate; But he could with stand it. "Weapons specialist huh...?" He grinned. "I Happen to be something of the sort myself." He said. So the man claimed to be an assassin. Interesting, for some army he hadn't ever heard of. Killing this guy didn't seem like a smart move at this point in time. Though the man didn't seem like much of a threat at all.

He stopped about ten feet away. "So were not on earth huh? And you don't know where we are. My guess is your from around here...?" He spoke once more. He glanced at the man for a good long second debating on if whether or not this guy would be a danger or not. And if killing him could somehow make an entire army come after him. To hell with it he thought, as he dove to the left, It didn't take much time for him to aim the shot gun for the man's upper body, it was cocked and fired at close range. The scatter shot would most likely slam into the creatures chest.

Along the barrels of the gun's were runes and other specific designs that the strange man had. "Xion is my name...." He spoke ever so silently behind the explosions of the gun powder within the protected proximity of the shotguns barrel. Bullets are fast, wonder if this wittle wabbit chaser was faster? A diabolical grin crossed the slayers face.

[Tsagu]

He dived as the man dived as well hoping to dodge what ever he was about to fire. several of the buck shots slammed into his right arm and chest. He let out a gasp of air before standing straight up and staring him down "so you intend to kill me" he smirks and pulls a radio out that was clipped to his pants behind him and calls in for more weaponry. Several seconds he stood there grinning as a large 60 foot and 50 foot crate lands only a couple feet in front of him. "hmmmm lets see.....what shall I use? he began to rummage through picking up different guns and weapons ranging from mini guns to rocket launchers "ahhh this will do" reaches in pulling out a sheathed sword. the casing was a Blue with gold engravings in it. On the back side of the hand guard was a trigger and a small cannon like hole on the backside of the blade. he slowly pulls the sword out of its casing and smiles "I meant you now harm Xion, but if you insist on continuing this then I have no choice but to kill you."

[Morbid_fixation]

The Slayer did not speak another word instead he began to walk away from this game. The man was beaten already he just didn't know it. Inside of the barrel of the slayers shot gun was a unique type of bullets; Bullets that shall we say they were known as the dance of a thousand deaths. The skulls that lined the shell that raced from the ejection chamber and fell to the ground, smoking now. Laughter raged from the maniac. "If you consist to act like a total silver spoon punk. You leave me no choice but to end this." The voice was cold and very serious. This game was already in check it was his move. Xion glanced over his shoulder staring toward the man. The distance between them, now twenty five paces, counted ever so slowly.

"I'll tell ya what. Instead of underestimating your opponent maybe you should learn how to be prepared for what your getting yourself into!" He laughed insanely. Freedom is gone, and this guy didn't really care if they called in the whole army at this point in time. Sure he needed more ammo and fire power. But the other guy had some stuff he could use, if he could just kill this man. So, that diabolical smirk remained amongst his face. As he waited for the man's move, cause it was only fare. To give the fool one last chance to redeem himself....

[Tsagu]

He coughs a mark on his neck began to glow and pulse blue. He grins as he feels the scatter show being pushed out. He collects them into his hand and smirks "hey Xion, these are nice little scatter shots" tossing them around in his hand like they were never in him he raised his sword his mark on his neck turning a solid silver as he fired the small cannon on his sword at his legs "now Xion, I have been doing this line of work for century's. You see, I don't know where i am,what planet this is or anything. I came to begin to colonization of this place as they never answered our radio transmissions" He walks twords him slowly I" have been damaged worst then what you just did to me even with these magical shots." Drops the scatter shot on the desert ground. "Don't make me regret letting you walk off from this."

[Morbid_fixation]

There was no more smiles, no more laughter. He was walking away, even now as the thing pushed the shots out. It wasn't much longer. Yes the man did succeed to push the shots out, but in the same token. The very special arrangements with the detonators inside of the shots would go off. He was hit with roughly thirty five to forty percent of the shot, so roughly an explosion half a city block would engulf the area. It was clear that at this point in time. He couldn't really effectively injure this creature if the explosion didn't do it first. The man had stopped walking as the shock wave revolted from the man's spot on this desert filled landscape.

Hell even the ground dimpled inward and shot outward, the dusty cloud passed by his form and only now did his laughter come back. The shock waves and sheer destructive force of the blast was enough to decimate anything within its general vicinity. The man would have been eradicated. Down to nothing more than molecules. Sure he could have found an ally in this guy, or an enemy. And it wasn't in Xion's nature to show an ounce of leniency toward anyone. He was suicidal and looking for the one that would end his life. Today would not be that day. "If you survive. I am sure we will meet again." And with those final words spoken. he had leaped off of the cliff landing on his bike, he kick started it.

He was not a coward, but he was looking for something and this man was not what he was looking for. The tire on the back side of his bike was wound for sound by the throttle. Within instances of him letting go of the clutch the man was gone, it didn't take long for him to reach the horizon. He had hoped he would be transported back to his time, to his earth. But he highly doubted it....Hell he didn't even know how he had made it here. Or what the fuck that thing was behind him? ANd how the hell did he just shoot the shells out of him...? These questions raced in his mind. <EXIT Deacon. Unless you feel like chasing me after that, but we will see if you survived. xD)

[Tsagu]

Heard a small noise like a detonation was about to happen. He grabs his right hand and presses several spots letting it pop out a small object from his mechanical hand. he quickly jumped back and activated the object having it put a blast shield around him. Once the dust cleard and there were no more explosians he took down the shield and walked on with what he had on him in the direction Xion had left. "damn" He said pissed off at this. "how did he make those detonate? C4?" this was one of several questions that ran through his mind but the main one was hoping his wife wasn't worried too much. He growls barring his teeth and began to run after Xion. "I'll fucking catch this one for sure...." (XD. trust me,tsagu is my oldest character and he has several tricks up his sleave)

[Morbid_fixation]

When he kick started the bike; It sounded alot different. Like something wierd had happened to him. Actually? What did happen to him? He was starting to forget where was he going...He got so lost in this new world, and washing away the blood that he had gotten onto him. 'he pulled the throttle and let out on the clutch, not even looking up to see if the man was caught up with him or not. But as he did and that chain went uncorked the bike started to have a strange static electric aura growing around it. Within second's the bike was moving at an incredible rate of speed. And within moments he was at, at least sixty. Fire began to fly from behind the bike, and within moment's it was as if it had transferred him away from the conflict all together. Somewhere deeper into this world.

Rule #1 of the Villian. Live to fight another day. Live to grow stronger. Live to outsmart the other. Let them know that their is someone out there that is capable of hideous and horrendous things, who isn't afraid to do them. Of course, the draw back to using this strange power that the bike had was that after using it, he didn't really know where he would be transported. Or where if he would even remember what had happened before he reappeared. He didn't know what had caused this, but this was how he had originally made it here to this realm.....

[Tsagu]

he couldn't see the man anymore and stopped growling and looked around. "Damnit!" he yelled out in anger "well shit guess I might as well find some kind of civilization before giving word to the commander we can build here." He reached in his pocket pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lit one taking a long drag as he began walking "pry gonna take a while to find anything...." *pulls out his radio and orders a vehicle drop. He waited for a minute as a four wheeler was loward. Hops on and starts it up driving through the desert for an hour. "damn...when am I gonna find some kind of civilazation? at least a bar would be nice...."

[Morbid_fixation]

The bikes power was running short. Gone, it was livin' on farts that he had blown into the gas tank to try and keep it movin' on methane. Yet none of that mattered now did it? The poor boy's feeble attempt to get away was hindered by the reappearance of himself in the sky above head and his bike on the ground. Swirling and spinning out of control. He hit the top of the man's strange machine that hovered so far above head. So many things in this world were different than what he was used to. Amazingly, he had managed to loose the guy. Now if he wanted to kill him he could. Deception was such a gnarly tool in a fight. He went through the slugs in his shot gun. He had a smiler left, at least three of them. Which would be hard to find the materials to remake the bullets. So he figured, that this freak would be able to sense power levels or something. So he focused on hiding his presence.

With any luck the stealth would work long enough to get him else where. SO he could learn more about the tech here. If he could learn more about the techs, then maybe he could find the pieces necessary to fix his bike, but all that would have to come from stealth, and him being able to fly with this guy across this planet and remember where he left his bike. For now, his and this guys destiny lied in the hands of fate.

[Tsagu]

Stops his four wheeler and looks around "damn man...this planet has to have a town or something....." started driving twords the east for an hour before coming up on a hill and seeing some lights over the horizon. he smirks "well about damn time" began to drive there low on gas hoping to make it there in time before gas ran out. He slowly pulls into the city and looks around the place. his four wheeler ran out of gas and he got off pushing it to the side of the roadway and began to walk around examining the area slowly. "well theres a city but i don't see anyone around here...." spots a bar and walked over heading inside and sat down at the counter and ordered a beer. He pulls out a small card and pays for it. "well about time I found some life around here...." pulls out his radio and calls in letting them know there is civilization here

[Morbid_fixation]

Laying there. He was still bleeding, and the infection was horrendously grotesque. It looked as though the very wound was decaying and corroding, as if his body was dying from the attack. Falling off of his feet on top of the ship. He hit the ground like a stack of wood. Hard, the thump on the roof would probably be heard from within. Blood splatter covered the ship in a wonderful design. Looking toward the sky, his mind would drift in and out of consciousness. As he saw visions of what could have been the past, or possibly the future. Every one he knew flashed before his eyes, old rivals, ex girlfriends. All the pain's and sorrows, the good times and the bad times. And then, it hit the Fritz, going faster and faster. Until it shattered, a vicious and carnal roar escaped his lungs. As he felt his body slowly transforming from the inside out. His hair was growing longer and longer. His face began to crumple and then it shot forward, with a snout that resembled something similar to a wolf. But the man was so drained, from everything that happened. That he had passed out upon the top of the ship.

As his form fell once more, this time it was clear. He was heard, The roar was unlike anything he had ever produced before. It was as if he had summoned forth a beast from hell, and within his soul; His body, the demoniac ghoul added to it. It would have went off like a boom, probably even shook the ship. If any of them could have sensed ki, this man's ki would have been indescribable for just one brief second. Electrical circuits on the ship would probably even short out parts of the ship. Lights, t.v. monitors, assuming that they had some. He was so drained that he didn't even care what happened to him, if they found him or not. He was out cold, would probably sleep for like three days. He had no idea how long he had been so exhausted and pushed himself so far already.

The infection hit him hard and fast, and it was because of this infectious disease that he was able to live past the duel with the monster's back on earth. For now, his fate was unforeseeable. As the ship was probably about to be searching for the man, who's cloth's were tarnished and ripped, and piles of hair all around him. The once deep lacerations upon his back were nothing more than minor flesh wounds. Scabs if you will. If the ship did indeed follow the leader, what would become of his motor cycle? Who knows. But to prove the point of how exhausted the man was, he had even lied to him about his name. His name was not Xion, it was Deacon Glacious. It was tagged on the dog tags that he wore around his neck, a strange looking cross dangling from the same set of beads. The man had once been military, he had been raised by a preacher. And because of unnatural and supernatural beings he had encountered, he was now stuck in some other planet, hell probably some other dimension. Heh, 'God works in mysterious ways...'