Post by Auroth on Jan 6, 2007 1:23:24 GMT 1
Auroth leaned back against the cold stone walls of San Francisco, his butt firmly attached to the ground as his legs sprawled out all over the place. His hands were resting on his chest, as he kept a bandaged wound in place, blood spilling down toward the ground. The Angel then looked up for a brief moment, looking as the piss-colored street lights shinned so cruelly on him. Tightening his fists together, Auroth pushed himself up, supporting himself on a wall nearby. Echoing down a dark ally, all the Angel could do was once again fall to the ground and lean his back against the wall, fresh blood now on the floor.
Auroth was a vigilante, a renegade who took Justice in his own hands. He did it not out of vengeance or a sense of Justice, but perhaps for a more personal reason; For God. Don't ask what compelled this Atheist to fight for what he believes to be a lie, but at least know that during his nightly rounds, he was a cold hearted punisher, giving justice out to those he deemed "Damned, and needing of Divine Retribution". Perhaps Auroth was going insane, losing his mind to figments of imagination. Or maybe, just maybe, he really did meet Angels that told him to punish the unholy. Of course the man wishes to believe that he met God, for maybe he is afraid that in the end, he is going mad.
Regardless, tonight was a rather brutal cleansing. Replaying it in his mind, the Cleanser dozed off into sleep... Tonight's memories still playing in his head.
Auroth, clad in white, stood above a fire escape as he looked down below into some backwater ally. Two men were in front of a woman, two knives out as they motioned for the moment to drop down on the ground.... Probably to take her belongings and then rape the poor woman. Descending down the fire escape, the Angel made echoes vibrating down the ally way. The two thugs looked up, only to see a figure clad in white.... The street lights making him look like an Angel from above. Auroth then jumped down from the fire escape (On the lowest level of course). He landed on one thug, easily knocking him out as well as softening the landing. The other gangster rushed toward Auroth, only to receive a finger in the eye (No Joke, that eye is damaged), as well as a powerful kick to the head. As the thug laid on the ground, near blinded, the Cleanser delivered a powerful kick to the head which effectively knocked out the Son of a Bitch.
The woman, more afraid then relieved, ran off into the night as Auroth prepared to leave in the other direction. The street lights then changed oddly enough, from pure white to piss colored yellow, making the mood of the alley change by great degrees.
But suddenly, the shit hit the fan folks...
A group of three men, all of them with fire arms, appeared right before Auroth. Before he could react, his left side exploded as a bullet landed right on the lower left side of his belly. The wound was not critical, but it did hurt like a son of a bitch. Dashing to the nearest dumpster, the gangsters let out a burst of bullets... All of which hit the dumpster to cause a rather loud ruckus. As the idiots unloaded all of their bullets, sure that Auroth was dead, they began to check to see the body...
Instead, what they found was a seriously pissed off madman.
Auroth was bleeding enough, bullets had grazed him all over, leaving their bloody marks all over Auroth's clothes. However, he could still fight.... At least for now. Ripping their guns from their hands, the vigilante began a serious of flurries and blows to the thugs, ripping out the eyes of one man (It is a signature move of the White Crane style after all), as the Angel proceeded to pistol whip the other two using their own weapons... How deliciously ironic.
After he was sure they were done for, Auroth then ran out of the alley way, hoping to avoid any more fights for now. Taking a moment to get out some spare clothes he had. The man prepared to wrap them around his body, just before he would check in at a hospital. The fact he has a bullet in his body means that he'll need professional medical attention, not his two-bit improvised treatment.
Suddenly waking up, Auroth felt his stomach cringe, the bullet still in there. Luckily, it wasn't too serious, but blood kept on spurting out of his wounds. Pushing himself off the ground, the Angel proceeded to walk out of the alley way he was in.... Entering the slumps of the city, his new hunting grounds...
"And thus begins" The man began "My Same Act on this brand new stage...."
Auroth was a vigilante, a renegade who took Justice in his own hands. He did it not out of vengeance or a sense of Justice, but perhaps for a more personal reason; For God. Don't ask what compelled this Atheist to fight for what he believes to be a lie, but at least know that during his nightly rounds, he was a cold hearted punisher, giving justice out to those he deemed "Damned, and needing of Divine Retribution". Perhaps Auroth was going insane, losing his mind to figments of imagination. Or maybe, just maybe, he really did meet Angels that told him to punish the unholy. Of course the man wishes to believe that he met God, for maybe he is afraid that in the end, he is going mad.
Regardless, tonight was a rather brutal cleansing. Replaying it in his mind, the Cleanser dozed off into sleep... Tonight's memories still playing in his head.
Auroth, clad in white, stood above a fire escape as he looked down below into some backwater ally. Two men were in front of a woman, two knives out as they motioned for the moment to drop down on the ground.... Probably to take her belongings and then rape the poor woman. Descending down the fire escape, the Angel made echoes vibrating down the ally way. The two thugs looked up, only to see a figure clad in white.... The street lights making him look like an Angel from above. Auroth then jumped down from the fire escape (On the lowest level of course). He landed on one thug, easily knocking him out as well as softening the landing. The other gangster rushed toward Auroth, only to receive a finger in the eye (No Joke, that eye is damaged), as well as a powerful kick to the head. As the thug laid on the ground, near blinded, the Cleanser delivered a powerful kick to the head which effectively knocked out the Son of a Bitch.
The woman, more afraid then relieved, ran off into the night as Auroth prepared to leave in the other direction. The street lights then changed oddly enough, from pure white to piss colored yellow, making the mood of the alley change by great degrees.
But suddenly, the shit hit the fan folks...
A group of three men, all of them with fire arms, appeared right before Auroth. Before he could react, his left side exploded as a bullet landed right on the lower left side of his belly. The wound was not critical, but it did hurt like a son of a bitch. Dashing to the nearest dumpster, the gangsters let out a burst of bullets... All of which hit the dumpster to cause a rather loud ruckus. As the idiots unloaded all of their bullets, sure that Auroth was dead, they began to check to see the body...
Instead, what they found was a seriously pissed off madman.
Auroth was bleeding enough, bullets had grazed him all over, leaving their bloody marks all over Auroth's clothes. However, he could still fight.... At least for now. Ripping their guns from their hands, the vigilante began a serious of flurries and blows to the thugs, ripping out the eyes of one man (It is a signature move of the White Crane style after all), as the Angel proceeded to pistol whip the other two using their own weapons... How deliciously ironic.
After he was sure they were done for, Auroth then ran out of the alley way, hoping to avoid any more fights for now. Taking a moment to get out some spare clothes he had. The man prepared to wrap them around his body, just before he would check in at a hospital. The fact he has a bullet in his body means that he'll need professional medical attention, not his two-bit improvised treatment.
Suddenly waking up, Auroth felt his stomach cringe, the bullet still in there. Luckily, it wasn't too serious, but blood kept on spurting out of his wounds. Pushing himself off the ground, the Angel proceeded to walk out of the alley way he was in.... Entering the slumps of the city, his new hunting grounds...
"And thus begins" The man began "My Same Act on this brand new stage...."
