AlphaZero
Dracula's not an Avenger? That lying fuck!
- Joined
- Aug 4, 2013
Black cloud hung thick in skies above the Arizona desert, blotting out the moon and stars and plunging the badlands into total darkrnss. Launterns moved in the still night amid the abandoned buildings of mining town abandoned years ago, showing an unusual amount of activity for a ghost town. The offical story was that the mine had run dry so the company packed up and left, the citizens where not far behind.
The truth was more sinister than that.
They had unearthed something in the bowels of the Earth, some ancient temple to some god worshipped in a time so long ago that humanity couldn't even begin to fathom the age of it. Whatever was worshipped in this place went beyond human understanding and naturally the idioits of the mining company decided they needed to worship this ancient diety and worse it needed to be brought to the world of humans. They slaughtered the miners and towns people in bloody ritual hoping to bring the thing forward from the void.
But The Watchers couldn't allow that. Which is how Gideon Cross ended up lurking on a rooftop, watching one the armed guards saunter down the street whsiteling an off key tune. Cross had spent a lot of time lurking in shadows lately, but he found himself with a condition that made sunlight dangerous to his health. If he did travel during the day he generally kept himself covered from head to toe.
He moved swiftly, tailing the main from above, a ghosts shadow amid the only blackness of night, his foot falls silent on the rotting timbers. He wasn't here alone. The Watchers weren't about to trust him out in the world alone, so as always they'd sent her along, his handeler, a senior officer in order who had been ordered to kill Cross if he stepped out of line. Not that stepping out of line would benefit him in anyway. The Watchers had promised him Argyle and the thing he had freezed from the black stone caseket. The one that had changed Cross into what he was now.
He came you short, from the edge of a roof, looking down the rhe narrow alleyway, steely blue eyes glancing towards the street, following the light of the lantern as tried to choose the best course. He didn't know where his partner had vanished to. She had circled around to the far side of the town up their approch and he hadn't seen a trace of her since.
The movement was casual, a step forward and he dropped from the roof, the black duster flaring up around him like the wings of some terrible dark creature and he landed silently pushing himself flat against the wall and surveying the steert again.
"Where the hell are you ...?" He muttered under his breath, searching the shadows for some trace of her.
The truth was more sinister than that.
They had unearthed something in the bowels of the Earth, some ancient temple to some god worshipped in a time so long ago that humanity couldn't even begin to fathom the age of it. Whatever was worshipped in this place went beyond human understanding and naturally the idioits of the mining company decided they needed to worship this ancient diety and worse it needed to be brought to the world of humans. They slaughtered the miners and towns people in bloody ritual hoping to bring the thing forward from the void.
But The Watchers couldn't allow that. Which is how Gideon Cross ended up lurking on a rooftop, watching one the armed guards saunter down the street whsiteling an off key tune. Cross had spent a lot of time lurking in shadows lately, but he found himself with a condition that made sunlight dangerous to his health. If he did travel during the day he generally kept himself covered from head to toe.
He moved swiftly, tailing the main from above, a ghosts shadow amid the only blackness of night, his foot falls silent on the rotting timbers. He wasn't here alone. The Watchers weren't about to trust him out in the world alone, so as always they'd sent her along, his handeler, a senior officer in order who had been ordered to kill Cross if he stepped out of line. Not that stepping out of line would benefit him in anyway. The Watchers had promised him Argyle and the thing he had freezed from the black stone caseket. The one that had changed Cross into what he was now.
He came you short, from the edge of a roof, looking down the rhe narrow alleyway, steely blue eyes glancing towards the street, following the light of the lantern as tried to choose the best course. He didn't know where his partner had vanished to. She had circled around to the far side of the town up their approch and he hadn't seen a trace of her since.
The movement was casual, a step forward and he dropped from the roof, the black duster flaring up around him like the wings of some terrible dark creature and he landed silently pushing himself flat against the wall and surveying the steert again.
"Where the hell are you ...?" He muttered under his breath, searching the shadows for some trace of her.