Vagron
Vagron
By Kendo Kawabata
I was bored, so here's something.
They had been standing outside the club for hours. It was late in the night, the streetlights on full and lighting up the long line standing against the wall. Furs dressed in all assortment of leather, latex and raver gear. Some glowing in bright colours, some reflecting light from the others. Some dressed...well, even the guy standing next to them couldn't figure out what the hell they were wearing.
The bouncer was the only one who allowed the wildly dressed patrons into the club itself, the huge beefy looking bull dressed in a black suit with black reflective sunglasses. He held in his hand a clipboard, checking names against the list for entrance. The only thing separating him from the clubs entrance was a thick red velvet rope strung in front of the doors.
The club was called 'Tenebrosi Angelus', and it was infamous. The scene of heavy metal, bright lights, explicit drinks and dangerous drugs. What went on behind the closed front doors, was never brought to the outside world. Although no-one was inclined to talk about the club outside its walls. Its reputation was strictly word of mouth, cash in hand.
"Not on the list" the bouncer said in a deep and arrogant voice as he told yet another teenager to get out of his sight. The teen wolf was dressed in black and his face was covered in piercings. If he stepped through a metal detector, the machine would have had a heart attack.
"Look, Joseph is inside, and he can vouch for me" the wolf said, looking irritated. "I told you my name, I told you the bloody password, now let me in you wanker" he said. He made have looked like a goth emo, but he sounded like a whiny bitch.
"You're not on the list. Now piss off" the bouncer said as he almost seemed to loom over the smaller wolf. "If your not on the list, you don't get in" he repeated in an almost monotone voice. Like he had said the line over and over already.
"Well, fuck you, Yankee" the wolf said as he flipped the finger to the bouncer and moved off in a huff. The bull smirked as he turned to the next patron in the line. The line didn't seem any shorter, which was probably because he had let so few in already.
"Not on the list" he said as he took one glance at the dragon and thumbed in the opposite direction, indicating the dragon to get lost. "Next" he called out.
"I didn't give you my name" the dragon said in a calm and somewhat toned voice. The bull gave him another look over. The dragon was a dull pink in his scales, odd for the wingless species. He had long stringy black hair that hung over his face, like he was fresh out of a shower. He was dressed in a long black coat, tight leather pants and a white shirt.
"What's your name?" the bull said as he looked down at the sheet of paper on the list. The bouncer didn't actually care what his name was. He wasn't going into the club dressed like that anyway.
"Marco Shephard."
The bull smirked. He had already read the list more then a dozen times since the club had opened that night and he knew off by heart by now. No way a name like that was going to be on it anywhere.
"Not on the list" he said with a superior smirk on his face. "Now get lost. Next" he called out as he looked at the brightly glowing cat that was standing behind the dragon. She smiled as she adjusted her very small tank top to show off another inch of her rather impressive rack. Another inch or two would get her in with no problem.
The clipboard suddenly flew up and smacked the bull in the face, the dragons open palm planting the piece of board into the bulls snout. The bull brought his hands up to grab at the board as his vision was blurred, but he then felt the dragons fingers plunge into his throat.
The bull fell to the ground, gasping for breath as he felt his lungs contract to try and breath through his punched throat. There was a collective gasp from the line as they saw the huge bull go down from just one jab. The clipboard spun in the air several times before the dragons hand caught it. The line of furs gasped and didn't interfere as the dragon wrote his name on the bottom of the list.
"I am now" Marco said as he dropped the clipboard on the bulls face and stepped p to the clubs open doors. No-one made a move to stop him. "Clubs closed for the night" Marco said as he unhinged the velvet rope and let himself behind it. He then jammed the metal tip right into the wall beside the hanger, lodging the thing right into the brickwork. There were more then a few open stares as the rope was lodged there.
The entrance to the club was a short hallway decked in black, flanked by a large mirror on each wall. In front was a set of heavy looking doors. Behind him, the clubs front doors shut and for a moment he was closed in. but it was only for a moment as the doors in front of him began to open.
Heavy music began to rise in pitch from a low tone to a full on assault on his hearing. Bright lights at first began to trickle into the hall, before they flooded over him in a rainbow of multi-coloured streams.
A sea of writhing bodies was laid out before him, the huge dance floor pounding and vibrating with the amount of flesh that was dancing on top of it. The dance floor was immense and covered the entire ground floor of the club. Two huge staircases flanked the dance floor on each side, leading the way to a second floor above the ground.
Marco's eyes trailed upwards as he saw another mass of furs on the second floor, drinks in hand and talking and grinding against one another. Another set of stairs led away from the bar and into the middle of the roof, where a room was hidden behind black tinted windows.
All around the dance floor against the walls were a sea of tables where furs were gathered. The tables were all mirror topped, reflecting the glaring of the lights that streamed from every angle in the room.
At the closest table Marco saw a thickset horse with a fat gut who had no business wearing latex was giving deep sniffs. He suddenly sat up straight, his nose plastered in white and his eyes wide and staring.
"FUCK YEAH" he suddenly shouted as he bent over and started on another line of white that was coating the table.
A light smirk crossed his features as Marco walked into the sea of furs on the dance floor. The floor was tiled, and each square was a giant flashing light. With every step from the pounding feet, the lights constantly changed colour, illuminating the hundreds of dancers like they were in a giant mirror ball.
Marco pushed his way slowly through the writhing grinding mass, feeling himself get ground against with each movement. The blinding lights were all around him and the heavy music was thumping against his ears. It was so loud he could barely make out what anyone was saying near him.
"Hey sweetie, wanna dance?" a female vixen draped in glowsticks and wearing nothing but a black bikini asked as she suddenly filled his vision. "I bet I can knock your socks off, if you're wearing any" she said loudly over the music as she gave her hips a sway at him.
"Not interested" Marco said as he stepped aside and went to move away. The vixen filled his vision again as she wrapped her arms around his neck and slid a leg up around his waist.
"You have no idea how wasted I am" she said as she laughed rather loudly, her voice sounding as drunk as she looked. "you sure you don't want al little fun, draggy?" she asked as she brought her face in close. "I can get you to heaven and back. All in a little red pill" she said as she took one of her glowsticks in hand. Even against the music he could hear the rattle of pills in it.
"You're going to get shot if you keep this up" Marco said, his voice calm and flat. The vixen giggled as she squeezed her leg around his waist, before sliding her hand down the dragons white shirt. She could feel the hard lean muscles that were under it, before her hand found his waist.
"Oh my god" she said with a gasp as she found something of interest. 'Is that a pistol in your pocket, or are you that happy to see me?" she said as she gave a hiccup and giggled again. Then her face paled as she started to sober up right away as she realised what it was.
"Yes it is" Marco said, his voice suddenly becoming stern. The vixen unwrapped herself from him slowly and backed away a few steps before she took off and ran through the sea of writhing bodies around them. She was lost in the writhing grinding sea and gone before he could see which direction she had run too.
Ignoring her Marco moved through the sea of bodies as they danced and grooved around him, the lights flashing underneath him. He found the right hand set of stairs and began to move upwards. There were furs standing around on the stairs, drinks in hand or knocking back pills and smoking whatever they could get their hands on.
A group of girls walked past him, holding brightly coloured drinks in their hands as they laughed loudly, falling over each other from how intoxicated they were. They gave no noticed to the pink dragon in black as they passed him down the stairs. One of the girls suddenly leaned over the railing and emptied her guts onto the floor below. Her friends just laughed at her as the girl heaved and disgraced herself in public.
"Oh god, I so need another drink" she said as she stood back up, holding onto the railing as she wiped her mouth clean and began to laugh again.
The bar was coloured bright neon green, hundred of bottles lined the shelving behind the bartenders. The bar top was covered in a multitude of drinks and empty glasses, and more then one or two discarded pills. There were two bartenders, both of them alligators in black pants and a white shirt with a black bowtie around their necks. Obviously, they were twins for they looked exactly alike.
One was leaning over the bar, in deep conversation with a couple of girls who were wearing what looked like cheerleader outfits covered in sparkly glitter. They looked rather wasted, one of the girls struggling to hold herself up on the bar. The other was flicking pills around on the bar top, and was gulping them back whenever she found a colour she liked.
The other was by himself, wiping down a large mug with a cloth. As Marco walked up to the bar, a twinky looking lion in a rainbow coloured speedo covered in an assortment of paints and glitter almost collapsed on the bar.
"oh god...I really...hic...really fell...shit.." he mumbled as he looked pale under the green handprint on his face. He struggled to hold himself up and he looked like he was about to be sick. He was ignored by the patrons around him as he groaned and trembled rather obviously.
"Here, you'll feel better" the gator said as he put his mug down and began to pour a drink into the mug from a labeless bright blue bottle. The drink was almost a glowing blue that seemed to outshine the neon light of the bar.
"No...no..." the lion mumbled as he held a hand to his head. The paint on his face smeared and it was obvious he was sweating hard. "i....i need to stop...need...to go..." he mumbled as he tried to make sense of where he was.
"Drink this. It'll clear your head" the gator insisted as he pushed the mug into the lions hand and lifted it to the boys face. He pushed the mug upwards against the lions lips and it began to pour down the boys throat.
Almost as soon as the lion had drunk the whole mug of glowing drink he suddenly stood upright like someone had stuck his tail into an electric socket. His face returned to normal and he stopped trembling, and instead started to shake.
"Oh fuck" he moaned as he began to bounce up and down, almost like he was overfilled with energy. " fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" he said as he just seemed to bristle with energy as he shook all over and bounced on his feet.
"Feel better?" the gator asked with a grin as he took the mug back and stuck it in the sink beside him.
"FUCK YEAH" the lion shouted as he gave a wide grin, his eyes almost shining with energy as he bounded away from the bar and rejoined the party that was around him. The gator gave a grin as he saw a pink dragon in a coat walked up to the bar.
"What will you have?" the gator asked as Marco stood next to two male wolves deep in conversation with drinks in their hands. Marco brushed his arm over the bar and swept a pile of pills coloured like skittles away from him as he leant himself on his arms.
"Dark Crème de Cacao, banana liquer, and vanilla ice cream. In a Martini glass" Marco said as he leant forward on his arms.
"Never heard of that before" the gator said as he gave the dragon a confused look. "what the hell do you call that?" he asked
"It's called a Koala" Marco said as he looked up, looking at the bartender through his long hair. "and nothing else' he said to him.
"Well, I'll see what I can do. Most usually just ask for the house special" the gator said as he turned to look at the bottles behind him. "don't normally get asked for custom drinks."
"And information" the gator heard the dragon say as he located a bottle of banana liqueur. The gator took the bottle off the shelf and turned back.
"What kind of information?" the gator asked as he poured the liquid into a steel cocktail shaker. "if its after a fix, I can hook you up right fast" he said as he gave a rather toothy grin.
"I'm looking for Johansi."
The gator's hand stopped for a brief second before he found the crème de cacao, but he grabbed the bottle and poured the liquid into the shaker. His hands moved rather fluidly, showing that he had practice.
"Never heard of him" the gator said as he put the top on the shaker. With a flick of his wrist he sent the shaker flying into the air above him, and he turned around, producing a Martini glass out of nowhere.
"You have though" Marco said as the gator caught the shaker and managed to untop it, pour the mixture into the glass, separate the shaker and slide the parts into the glasswasher underneath the bar. He did it without pausing or stopping his movements.
"No, I haven't" the gator said as he slid the glass in front of Marco. "There's your drink. Hope its too your liking."
"Yeah, you have, Oppignero" Marco said, as he brushed a strand of his limp hair from his eyes.
For a moment, the two of them stared at each other without making a move, or a noise. The gator stared into the dragons eyes, and saw the dark ring around the iris that laid around it. There was something in there, a hidden spark in the eyes that seemed to see right through the gator. Marco did not break eye contact with the bartender as stared right back at him.
"You forgot the ice cream" Marco said without breaking eye contact. The gator looked down at the glass for a moment, before he nodded and then lowered himself behind the bar.
He suddenly reappeared with a heavy black shotgun in his hands. The gator didn't hesitate as he moved the barrels end to Marco's face and pulled the trigger.
The railing behind Marco blew apart as screams echoed around in the club, drowning out the heavy metal music that was blaring through the speaker system. The patrons around the bar dropped their glasses as they heard the gun go off.
The gator emptied the other cartridge right after the first one and the patrons around the club realised that someone was shooting. Those that were sober and sane enough to realise it was a gun dropped their glasses and stopped their drugs as they began to run.
Below on the dance floor, the dancers cried out as pieces of wood rained down over them from above. Somehow managing to hear the gunshot over the loud music, they too began to clear the dance floor.
The front doors of the club were forced open as the dancers and drinkers and druggers almost pushed each other over as they tried to be the first one out of the club.
The gator lowered his gun as he looked over the bar to see if he hit the dragon. With a sneer on his lips he thought he had hit him square in the face. And he hoped that the bastard was dead. If it was who he thought it was, the club was going to be in trouble.
The end of a bright silver gun was pointing in his face.
"Learn to shoot" Marco said, crouching on his back with his feet up against the bar. With a squeeze of his finger the end of the gun exploded in a brief flash of fire.
The bullet was not silver. It was black, and if the gator had the chance to inhale before he was struck between the eyes, he would have inhaled the potent aroma of jasmine. But the moment the bullet made contact, it was all over for him.
The gator's head exploded, the sharp cracking of porcelain erupted through the waves of music. His face broke apart like a vase that had been shot, the colour of his skin draining quickly as the rest of his body turned white.
The weight of the gun made the white body fall over against the back of the bar and the body shattered as it made contact. The now hard white body shattered and collapsed onto the ground, white dust blowing into the air. The twin gator had bent under the bar to grab his own weapon and was already moving to where his brother had shattered.
Marco pushed on his legs and flew backwards, the silver gun already pointing at the other gator. The gun went off twice as Marco reached the gap in the railing and the bullets slammed into the gator's chest before he fell through the gap and over the railing.
The gator fell apart and shattered into white shards as the bottles behind him exploded in a fountain of spilt drinks. The rainbow of liquids splashed out onto the shards of the hollow bodies that now lay on the floor.
Marco landed on the dance floor on his feet, the glass tiles cracking upon impact. The lights flickered and went out as he slowly stood up. He brought his gun up to his lips and blew out the smoke as he took stock of his surroundings.
The last of the patrons ran out of the door, screaming and shoving their way though as they tried to get out of the club as fast as they were able. Only the ones who were too wasted to move were left, most laying against the tables and slumped on chairs, wasted and passed out.
But several of the dancers were still there, standing still as they all looked at the lone figure in the middle of the flickering tiled floor. Some stood on the stairways, and some looked down from the bar area. Dressed in assorted glowing accessories and half dressed in baggy shorts or tight fitting latex, the remaining patrons looked like they were ready to party the night away.
Except they weren't dancing or even smiling. They all looked at the pink dragon with a cold hatred in their eyes.
Marco looked up as he saw the vixen from earlier walk through the front door of the club, the bull bouncer behind her. His throat looked swollen, and he looked lke he was ready to blow smoke through his nose.
The vixen stopped walking when the twinky painted lion from earlier walked up to her. He seemed somewhat confused by what was happening, even through his drugged up state. He surveyed the scene in front of him with wide eyes as he seemed unsure.
"Hey...hey what's" he said to the vixen, but that was all the got to say.
Without saying anything the vixen grabbed the lions head in her hands and twisted it. There was a sickening grinding noise of bone on bone as she broke the lions neck as if it was a twig. Whatever life was left in the lion was snuffed out as the vixen held him in place by his head.
With a smirk on her face, she held the lions limp body in her hands by his head before throwing him away. The lifeless body crashed into a table covered in white powder and bottles of drink. Shards of glass and a few clouds of powder rose into the air before it came to a still.
The vixen grinned as she cracked her knuckles together, whatever drunken act she had put on before was now gone as she and the rest of the clubs inhabitants regarded the now lone figure on the dance floor.
"So, ready to dance baby?" the vixen asked as she stepped up to the dance floor. The other dancers walked down the stairs slowly as they dropped their glasses and drinks on the ground. Marco just looked them over as he watched them make their way past the rest of the wasted normal patrons and across the floors to stand on the edge of the dancing tiles, forming a squared ring around him.
"Think you can keep up with me?" Marco asked as he flicked his right hand. A second silver gun flew out of the sleeve of his coat as he held both guns in his hands.
"It'll be our pleasure' the vixen said with a sneer to him. the bull behind her removed his glasses from his face and crushed them in his hand as he gave a furious glare to the dragon in the middle of the flickering dance floor.
The other furs stood around on the edge of the dance floor, each one looking like they were ready to fight. Some cracked their knuckles while others held their glowsticks like hey were clubs. A couple even unhooked their harnesses, the attached glowsticks dangling off the thin leather as they held them in their hands like they were whips.
Marco allowed himself a smirk as he watched them all get ready. It was strange to see how quickly they went from party hardy to ready to kill. He counted them all, about thirteen were surrounding him and each one was armed. Well, so was he.
Holding his gun in his hand, he dug two fingers into his pocket in his black pants and pulled out a quarter. Without looking, and with his eyes on the vixen, he slipped it between his fingers and flicked it over his shoulder.
The coin flew through the air, over the heads of a couple of the patrons as it headed towards a jukebox in the corner. A wolf in a white disco suit was slumped against it, vomit stains down the front of his suit and an empty bottle in his hand.
The coin disappeared into the slot and the mechanics in the machine went to work. A cd was loaded onto the turntable behind the glass and for a moment there was silence before the song stared.
SLAP THAT BITCH UP
Bang went Marco's guns as they both fired at the same time, each black bullet flying between the eyes of a fur on the side of the dance floor. The impact threw them back as their heads exploded in a shower of broken shards. Cracks shot down their bodies as they turned white all over and their bodies hardened, before they landed on the floor and shattered upon impact.
Their shards had barely hit the floor before several of the furs leapt into the air like wild animals and began to attack. Their movements were fast and furious as they launched their assault. Their bodies became a whirl of punches, kicks and assaults with their glowsticks.
But Marco was faster. His body bent like rubber as he bent and dodged the oncoming attacks, their punches an rapid kicks meeting nothing but air around him. He grabbed the club of a wolf and spun as he connected the end with the wolfs face
The wolfs face broke apart as Marco kicked a fox between his legs and heard the crack as his foot connected. The fox barely began to scream before Marco rammed the glowstick club into the foxes mouth. The foxes face went into an expression of shock as the end of the glowstick shattered the back of his head.
Marco bent backwards, almost a full 90 degree angle on his knees as he pushed his twin guns into the stomach of an oncoming lioness. She let out a shocked gasp as her midsection was blown apart, completely severing her torso from her waist. Her body rapidly turned white as both pieces hit the ground and shattered.
A glowsticked whip came up and whipped around his arm and pulled on it as Marco was pulled to his feet. He smirked and grabbed the makeshift whip and gave it a pull as the cougar was yanked off his bare feet. Marco yanked hard as he twisted backwards, making the cougar sail over him and collide with another wolf. The two of them landed in a pile of bodies that ended up crashing into a nearby table.
His foot met the knee of a rabbit and it snapped like it was dry wood, the knee collapsing as the bunny went down with a howl of pain. The moment he fell his leg broke off at the knee, the broken limb collapsed into fine dust, the bunnies upper leg turning a complete white.
Marco saw a tiger rush at him, wielding a thick glowstick that looked more like a three foot pole then a novelty. Marco caught the pole in one hand as he pushed his other gun into the tigers crotch. Two bullets shattered the tigers lower torso as he screamed in pain before he turned a solid white. His upper body fell backwards and shattered on the ground on impact.
Two furs ran at him and Marco pushed forward, landing on his knees as he slid right underneath them. Both his guns went off as he blew the two furs above him to pieces. The sound of breaking porcelain erupted int the air as pieces of white rained down onto the floor.
Marco leapt up onto his feet to plant his knees onto the chest of another canine, knocking him onto his back. The wolf only had time to look up in surprise as both Marco's guns met his face and blew it apart. The wolfs body crumpled under Marco and shattered into white shards.
A heavy collision hit Marco on the side as he was struck by the heavy looking bull bouncer. The bulls arms were thicker then they looked and Marco was knocked over. With a twist of his body Marco spun around and lashed out with his legs and smacked his boots into the bulls knees. The bull felt the collision as he let out a cry of pain and toppled over.
Two brightly coloured whips flew in the air and wrapped around Marco's wrists and snapped into place. His arms were wrenched backwards as the two steady looking horses pulled him back with their yanks. Marco flew backwards and off his feet before he landed on his back in a pile of white dust. He looked up as the vixen jumped up in the air and slammed her knees into his chest.
Marco felt the impact in his chest, and it was enough to not only break several of his ribs but the flashing light tiles under him as well. The vixen kicked out on each side and her feet kicked the guns from Marco's wrists. With a laughing smile she brought her knees on either side of Marco's head and twisted.
There was an audible crack as Marco's neck was broken through between her knees. His body shuddered for a few moments before it slumped on the tiled floor and stopped moving. A grin spread over the vixens face as she saw Marco's eyes go dull before her. With her grin set on her face she slowly stood up.
"Guess you couldn't keep up with me' she said as she gave Marco's body the finger before she stepped away from him. She placed her hands on her hips as she looked down at the broken body underneath her.
"Honestly, who colours dragons pink? What are you, gay?" she said as the bull bouncer managed to pick himself up. He rubbed his hands over his knees to see if there was any damage.
"Fucker got my knees" the bull said in an angry tone of voice as he gave his kneecaps a squeeze. "dam, I thought I'd lost my fucking legs there for a moment" he said as he found that they were cracked, but they would be able to heal in no time. He gave his knees a flex and found that they were already healing fast.
"Once the boss founds out you let the Vagron in, you'll loose more then your legs" the vixen said to him as she gave him a hard glare, before she smirked and kicked at Marco's head. The dragons head flopped violently as nothing was holding it in place except for tendons and skin.
"He's dead now. And he had it coming. I heard stories about the Vagron. Guess he didn't live up to them" the bull said as walked up beside the vixen and gave the body a kick as well. Marco's head flopped again in a rather sickening way as the broken bones ground together.
The vixen smirked as she walked over to the broken bunny. Her feet left footprints in the shattered dust on the still flickering tiled floor. Around her the last of the clubs workers were busy checking themselves for damages.
The bunny was clutching at his broken leg and whimpering in fear, the white on his body having spread to his waist. It was spreading slowly but steadily across his waist and starting to go across his other leg. The vixen knelt down and looked at him with a smile.
"That's what sad about you Oppignero, you pawns" she said with a smile as eh bunny looked at her with fear in his eyes. "Too much damage, and bye bye bunny" she said with a sweet smile as she indicated the white on his body.
The bunny looked up at her as he saw her sickeningly sweet smile and he suddenly spat in her face. The vixen didn't move or stop smiling at him as he hissed at her.
"If you got your leg blown off the boss would kill you" he snarled at her. "You're an Oppignero like the rest of us, you high and mighty bitch. Just cause Johansi fucks you in the office every night..."
The vixen smiled before her fist flew into the bunny's face, not giving him another chance to speak. It shattered like porcelain as his entire body froze up in solid white as the fractures pieces of his face landed on the floor.
The vixen stood up and kicked at the bunny's body and it broke apart, the hollow porcelain body shattered and flew across the floor in jagged pieces and white dust. The rest of the Oppignero stepped back as they saw the vixen kill one of their own.
"Anyone else want to voice an opinion?" she said as she planted her hands on her hips and looked around at everyone else. None of them voiced their opinions or even met her gaze as they all looked down at the floor. A few moments of silence passed before the vixen nodded.
"Someone clean this mess up. Including that" the vixen ordered as she pointed to the dead body of the lion. "And turn that stupid machine off" she said as she pointed to the jukebox. The Oppignero scattered as they went to her bidding as quickly as they could.
The vixen smirked as she looked around for a moment at the remaining normal patrons who were all wasted an unconscious.
"They need to be deal with" she said to the bull. "Dump them in the garbage wit the rest. They've been dancing here for days. No-ones coming to look for them" she added. The bull nodded as she head a dull ringing noise.
Quickly realising what it was she dug her fingers between her breasts and pulled out a cellphone. She flipped it open and held it against her ear. Only one person called that number, and she didn't need to ask who it was.
"Is the Vagron dead?"
The vixen looked down at the broken body, the big bull bouncer was standing over it. The body hadn't moved.
"I'm looking at his corpse right now" the vixen said. "Broke his neck. He isn't moving" she added as she shoved her foot against the body and made the head roll back and forth.
"Dispose of it"
"Understood" she said as she flipped the phone shut and then walked over and picked up Marco's guns. She gave them a look over and felt how heavy they were. She held one of them in her hand and then pointed the barrel at the wolf beside the jukebox.
"Throw him in the trash" she said to the bull as she pulled the trigger on the gun. She was extremely disappointed when all she got was an empty click. "And the puke covered wolf too" she added as she stuck the guns in the strings of her bikini around her hips and then began to walk up the stairs towards the bosses office on the third floor.
The bull nodded as he grabbed Marco by the front of his shirt and pulled him up. He picked up the body like it weighed nothing and he smirked to how light the body really was. The dragons head flopped backwards like a broken doll as the bull pulled Marco's long black jacket off.
"Looks like you won't be needing this anymore" he said as he gave Marco's body a look over. Marco's shirt was sleeveless, and there were lines on his skin. Whatever was under his shirt had to be some kind of tattoo that sent a stream of thin and precise lines down his arms to his wrists.
"Cute tatts" the bull said with a smirk as he dropped Marco's body onto the ground. A few porcelain shards cracked as well as a couple more of the tiles. Without looking at the body he flicked the coat a few times as he inspected the quality leather. For a gay looking dragon, he had taste. And it was real leather, not the faux pau leather crap that all the animal activists insisted everyone wear.
"That's my coat"
The bull turned around, the coat in one hand as he looked to see who had spoken to him.
"Now who the fuck..." was all he got to say as something sharp and lethal swept through the air and that something sliced through him once, twice then three times. Twice through the torso an then once through his neck. the bulls face turned white, frozen in a look of shock as his body collapsed onto the floor in shards of white.
The remaining Oppignero watched as the bulls body collapsed and shattered on the floor. Standing where the bull had just been was Marco, standing with his head back on, and holding a short looking stick coloured in black.
Marco held the stick out and it extended on both ends, the two extra lengths making it three times as long. A long and thing looking blade shot out of the top end and flicked downwards, locking in place. The blade was silver, but the edges were a dark black. Marco spun the newly formed scythe in his hands before he looked at the group before him.
"Round two" he said as he brought his hand up and invited them to come at him.
They rushed at him, all in the same group as they went after the still alive Vagron. Wielding their clubs and their whips, and a couple even brandishing bottles that they broke into lethal weapons, they rushed at him to bring him down. And that was their fatal mistake.
Marco's scythe flew upwards in an arc, slicing through a cheetah and a horse in one movement, carving right through them. Their bodies shattered on the floor in pieces as Marco spun the scythe around his head and the blade cleaved through the neck of another rabbit.
Their bodies fell forward and shattered on impact as the rest of the group formed a circle around the blade wielding dragon. Their large glowstick clubs were held up and at the ready as they charged at him again.
But Marco's scythe was faster as it spun through the air in a fast circle that sliced through the glowsticks and sprayed the air with brightly coloured liquid that rained down like a fountains burst. Bright coloured rain flew down on the attacking dragon as his scythe carved through them like a knife through butter.
One of the Oppignero, a fox in a tight looking latex suit and a pink glowstick hanging around his neck like a pendant found his club sliced in pieces before the scythes blade sliced through his chest. His latex shirt was sliced open, as was the flesh of his body.
He cried out and fell backwards out of the ring of attackers as he clutched at his chest. There was a hole that ran from one side of his chest to the other and the white was already spreading fast. The gap was large enough to reveal the hollow recess that was within him.
He wrapped his arms around his chest as he tried to hold himself together as he shut his eyes, trying to block out the fear he was feeling. He had never felt fear before and it was so alien and foreign to him that he was having trouble controlling it. He found himself panting as he heard the fighting continue around him as he literally held himself together.
His breathing grew faster as he clutched at himself, not wanting to simply fall apart like the others. The sounds of breaking porcelain and cries filed his head and he hoped that each crack he heard wasn't from himself.
"What...what do I do ? What do I do now?" he panted as he sank to his knees, feeling the fear well up inside him like a running faucet. He clutched tightly to his chest, wanting the pieces to pull back together so he didn't break to death like the rest.
But whatever was in that weapon had prevented him from healing up. He should have been able to shrug it off and keep going, but something about the Vagron's attacks were messing with him in a way he and the others hadn't foreseen.
"Please....I don't want to die" he said as he scrunched his eyes shut and hugged his chest so hard he might have cracked it further.
And just as suddenly, the club went quiet as something crashed into the jukebox and the machine cracked and fizzled out as the music went dead. And so did everything else. The fox couldn't see anything as he kept his eyes shut, but there was nothing around him that sounded alive.
Footsteps marched on the floor, kicking away shards of porcelain and dust as the apparent only survivor walked up to him. The fox felt himself tremble as he heard the steps come closer to him and he found himself starting to pant harder and more out of control.
Something very sharp slid under his chin and threatened to pierce through his skin as he was forced to look up. The fox fought back the fear as best he could, but it was like trying to hold back a flood through a small hole with just your fingers. Slowly, somehow, he managed to open his eyes one by one.
Marco was standing before him, the tip of his scythes blade held under the foxes chin. The fox gulped as he found himself whimpering and he was forced to look up into the pink dragons face.
For a moment neither of them said anything as they just looked at one another. The fox knew the stories behind the Vagron, and he had seen the proof before him to back those stories up. He was literally inches away from dying, and he knew there was nothing he could do to stop the dragon from ending his existence.
"I better not see you again" Marco said as he removed the blade from the foxes chin and turned around. The blade flicked back into the staff and the ends shortened till it was just a short stick again. Marco slid the stick into its place on his back as he turned around.
Without looking back Marco walked over to the ruined dance floor and picked up his leather coat. He idly dusted the white powder from the coat and swung it back over his shoulders. Once he had it in place, he turned and began to walk up the stairs.
The fox looked over at the debris on the floor around him. and he felt the new found fear race through him as he saw the carnage let behind by the Vagron. The dance floor had been covered in a writhing mass of moving bodies and flashing lights, of bright colours and moving flesh.
Now, it was covered in white powder ad the broken white fragments of those he had worked with. It looked like someone had destroyed a dozen or more statues and broke them apart with a giant mallet.
The fox took one look at his broken chest and then one last look at the dragon who was slowly and calmly walking up the stairs. He did something he had never done before in his existence. The Oppignero disobeyed the orders from the Latibulum, and stumbled his way out of the front door.
He wanted to get out of there as fast as he could.
Marco found the bosses office on the third floor of the dance club. It was right under the roofs main skylight, and hung over the dance floor so far below. The only way in was through he front door at the top of the steps. The steps were on either side of the steps leading up to the bar.
The dragon ignored the limping fox that went out the front door as he strode past the ruined bar. His drink was still there, sitting on the counter in its glass.
"You think you could get a decent drink in a place like this" Marco said as he picked up the glass and gave it a sniff. With disgust on his face he tossed the glass onto the remains of the gator behind the bar.
"You got it wrong dumbass. Three ingredients and you got it wrong" he said as he watched the liquid of the drink soak into the white powdery substance on the floor. Without a backwards glance he then made his way up the stairs to the boss' office.
The office was barred by two double doors and they looked like thy were locked. Slightly annoyed, Marco withdrew his scythe held it in front of him. with a flick of his wrist the scythe extended outwards in its lethal appearance.
With a swipe upwards, the scythes blade sliced through the gap in the door and destroyed whatever resistance was between them. With a clicking noise the scythe retracted into is handle as Marco replaced it back in its holster, then pushed the door open.
The door opened easily inwards and Marco found himself looking into a spacious but comfortable office. Chairs, ferns, tinted windows to look out onto the dance floor far below. A very expensive looking carpet lay on the floor and a picture of a ship at sea hung behind the expansive looking desk at the other end of the room.
"Ask for the boss here and the whole club goes nuts" Marco said as he stepped into the office. Standing in front of the big wide desk were two suited up bouncers, both of them mean looking Dobermans, and the glow sticked vixen was sitting perched on the desk.
Behind the desk sat a fat looking bear in a big hard looking chair. The bear was dressed in a perfect looking suit and had heavy golden rings sitting on his fingers. And a lewd looking smile on his mug.
"Not every day the Vagron walks into my establishment" the bear said to the dragon as he sat back in his chair. "to what do I owe the honour?"
"Tell your boys, let me gues.. linkin and munroe?" Marco asked as he pointed to the dobermen. "You know, I swear you guys are on Sofurry. You're pictures make the front page every time" he said with a smirk.
The two Doberman, if possible, looked meaner as the bared their sharp looking fangs to the dragon that had just insulted them. The vixen gave a stupid sounding giggle as she looked at the boss.
"Johansi, this Vagron blasted half the club, and he refused to dance with me" she said. The bear raised an eyebrow at the dragon standing at the door.
"I find that hard to believe. My vixen here is incredibly talented" Johansi said. "I don't like it when she gets turned down. It makes her upset. And when she gets upset, someone dies" he said.
"Wow. I offended a whore. Bad me" Marco said flatly. "However will I live with myself?" he said with a roll of his eyes. The vixens jaw dropped, and it was obvious no-one had ever spoken to her in such a way.
"I believe those are mine" Marco said as he pointed to the two guns sitting on the desk in front of the owner of the club. "So how about this. You give me my guns, I shoot you, I walk out. Sound good?" he asked.
"Feel free to come and take them" the bear said with a smirk on his face as he sat back and rested his golden covered hands on his fat gut. "It seems you're not dead after all" he added. "I guess its true. The Vagron can't die."
"Figure that out yourself?" Marco said without a smile. "Or does your bitch there just lie all the time?" the vixen did not look pleased at the remark and looked over at her boss.
"He was dead. I saw him" she protested. "I broke his neck. He was dead, I swear" the vixen said in a pouty tone of voice.
"He was dead for a few minutes. You didn't exactly lie" Johansi said as he sat up, not looking pleased. The two hulking bouncers cracked their knuckles as they started to remove their jackets, obviously ready to start a fight.
"I'll be taking my girls back now" Marco said as the door shut behind him. "And then I'm going to kill all of you" he said as he pointed to the four people in the room.
"You do realise you're talking to a Latibulum, from Praebiti" the bear said as he slowly stood up. He was taller then his obese appearance led Marco to believe and his huge gut almost spilled out over the desk. The vixen slid herself off the desk as she stood up next to the growling bouncers.
"A haunt, from Arsenal" Marco said flatly. "Pawns are fragile and they break easy. Haunts are another matter entirely" he said. "Not exactly in the same league. More like a level above. I'm not that stupid" he pointed out.
"Indeed we are" the bear said as he gave the desk a kick with his foot.
The heavy desk flew forward with the force of a freight train. It flew straight forward and Marco jumped and leapt into the air. He twisted his body and flipped over the desk as it took out the wall and the door behind him.
The desk crashed through the doorway and took the doors with it, the desk and the doors crashing into the bar below. Bottles and lights exploded from the collision as the bar was destroyed. Marco landed on his feet with his scythe snapping into place in his hand.
"I'll still be sucking up your remains through a vacuum" Marco said with a light smirk on his face. "bet you won't even fill it far."
The bear did not look pleased as he heard that and he thrust his arms forward. His hands flew forward like they were made of rubber and his hands planted into the backs of his bouncers. The impact sounded like glass breaking over a bowl of pudding.
The boucners cried out as their bodies began to collapse in on themselves and started to crack and break apart. Bumps appeard along the bears arms as he literally sucked his pawns into himself as the grinding noise of porcelain in a grinder was heard.
Marco watched as the Dobermens limbs broke apart and shattered as they were sucked up through their backs. Johansi was growling loudly and his grin gew wider as he started to sweat hard, obvious trickels of bear juice running down his furry face.
The vixen backed up as she saw what her boss was doing and she looked at Marco, who was blocking the exit to the stair ways. Johansi finished sucking up the dobermen, even their clothes ere goneas he then turned around and faced her.
His hands suddenly flew towards her on his elongated arms. Both of them looked ready to grab her and possibly inflict the same fate onto her. Realising what he was going to do, she took a breath and jumped upwards, leaping herself out of the skylight above them as the bears hands crashed through the window.
His arms retracted through the new hole,shards of glass sticking in his hands andhis fingers. Once they had retracted all the way, he began to grow. He let out a savage growl and then a long pained howl as his limbs tore through his suit and shredded the material onto the floor.
Marco watched rather idly as the bears height began to grow as he turned lopsided. His skin tore and the muscles expanded outwards like grotesque balloons. The right side expanded outwards and upwards, the left side remaining short and small. His rightshoulder expanded utill it looked like he was wearing a boulder made of flesh on his body.
A crack appeared on the huge mound and it began to split open .it grew wider and then began to separate as a set of huge teeth began to erupt inside the edges of the opening. Something began to slither slowly out of the open hole, revealing a huge serpentine tentacle that started to whip around like a giant python.
Saliva dripped down the bears lopsisde outh as thick white fangs burst out of his gums. Long black claws expanded out of his figers as he towered over the smaller dragon, a hulking behemoth that reached the ceiling.
"you might not be the first Latibulum I've faced" maro said with a smirk as he held his scythe out. "but you're by far the fucking ugliest."
The bear gave a savage sounding roar that made the glass in the windows shudder and crack as the whole room began to vibrate all over. Marco merely smirked as he brushed his hair from his eyes and looked at the hulking behemoth.
"Lets dance, you ugly bastard" he said with a grin.
The vixen landed on the roof as she heard the fighting begin underneath her. Pieces of glass stuck out of her skin and flaps of her outfit hung in tatters around her arms as she groaned from the pain of jumping through a window.
"Dammit" she said as she shook the glass fragments from her fur. The gowsticks filled with illicit drugs and pills rattled as she shook herself, and half of her bikini top fell open, revealing her perky white breasts.
She cluthed at her arm as she felt it crack from a particularly large piece of glass that hard pierced through her. She grabbed the whitened flesh as it hardened up, seeing the shard had penetrated straight through to the other side. With a groan she started to walk forward.
"shit" she growled as she heard the gunshots underneath, followed by a heavy roar. The roof shook and she stumbled forward. She cried out as her leg gave way and her right knee twisted the wrong way. Another roar was heard underneath, as well as the sound of breaking glass and wood.
The fire escape was right in front of her as she heard the ghunshots from underneath. She could almost feel the rooftop tremble under the roars of the hulking bear beast. Cracks appeared underher feet as she juped back a bit from fear of the heavy collision.
She kept walking forward, limping from her twisted knee as she felt the crack in her arm grow slightly. She growled as she rwapped her fingers around the shard of glass and slowly pulled it out. She could hear the grind of glass on porcelain as she removed the piece of shrapnel and tossed it way.
"I an't belive I let that fat bastard fuck me" she swore under her breath as she felt her knee untwist itself as she stopped hobbling. The hole in her arm was already starting to heal over as she held onto it with her free hand. "can't believe my existence was based o nteh ememory of a hooker."
She was only a few steps away from the fire escape when she heard the sirens. Some silly mortal must have tipped off the cops about the fight that had gone on, most likey one of the normal dancers who had seen the dragon start shooting.
"Shit" she thought to herself as she looked over the edge. Three police cars their lights flashing wildly pulled up in front of the club. Already a crowd was gathering, most of them the patrons who had been waiting in line for several hours, and the rest were from the neighbouring businesses.
"shit" she said out loud as she saw the police offices start to hold back the crowds. With them guarding the front entrance, the only way out was down the fire escape. They were bound to find the bodies of the dead patrons inside the moment they stepped in through the doors.
Two police officers were already heading towards the still open door of the club. She leant over the edge of the railing and saw them disappear inside. Two other police officers were gesturing for the crowd to stay back. Already more police cruisers were seen in the distance heading in the direction of the club.
"Shtis right" the vixen hear from behind her. She froze up momentarily as she recognised the voice. Slowly, she stood up and turned around, stepping back a bit as she found the barrel of Marco's silver gun pointed at her.
"hey, come on sweetheart" she said as she put her hands up. "you know, its just us up here. And I'm near naked" she said wit ha sly smile. "if you let me go, you can have your way with me. I'm an Oppignero. I can handle whatever you throw at me" she said with a smile as she reached down and cupped her nacked breast at him.
"sorry. I'm not looking to get infected" Marco said as he narrowed his eyes at her. "plus, I don't think my wife would approve" he said as he flicked his still open scythe at his side. The vixen dropped her breast and put her hand back up, giving him a look of disgust.
"you really can't die can you?" she said as she found herself with nowhere to go. She couldn't fight him injured, and she doubted that he would just let her walk away. She backed up to the railing behind her as he kept the gun pointed at her.
"no, I can't" he said to her as he blew a strand of his stringy hair out of his eyes. "but you can" he said as he pulled the trigger.
The crowd below hear the gunshot as they all looked up as one. As they brought their eyes upwards the crowd let out a gasp of shock as they all saw something fly off the roof and hang in the air for several seconds before it plummeted downwards towards them.
The crowd let out a scream as something that looked like a body crashed right into one of the police cruisers. The entire vehicle was almost sandwhiched flat from the impact as both ends ended up fodling upwards. A cloud of white dust erupted over the crowd as the cruisers lights fell silent.
Two o the officers rushed up to the car and looked at the impact spot holding their guns in their hands owards what had crashed there. But all they saw was a large cloud of white dust that had somehow flattened the car.
Marco looked over the edgeof the club, just as a spotlight was flashed upwards. It did a single sweep of the roof before going back again. He stepped backwards as the light moved past him as he headed to the other side of the roof.
A ringtone in the themetune to 'Dr Who' suddenly began to play in his pocket as Marco put his guns in their holsters and flipped his scythe into it splace behind his back. He dug his hand into the front of his coat and pulled a cellphone from the poket.
"Checking up on me sanchez?" he asked as he put the phone ot his ear. "you were right. The club was a hotspot." A few seconds passed before he spoke again. "the'yre all dead. And a few normal too. Overdosed. And a broken neck."
The dragon looked irriated from the response as he made his way to the skylight and looked over. Already the police were inside the office and they were all gathered around around the very large and very broken body of the Latibulum known as Johansi. One officer prodded the grotesque face of the bear and it crumbled to dust just from the poke.
"fine. I'm heading back" he said in annoyance as he turned away from the skylight. "but you better have a Koala ready for me. And get the quantities right this time" he sai sharply as he hung up before his caller could argue further.
He was gone long before the police finally made their way onto the roof of the club.
Praebiti - arsenal
Latibulum - Haunt
Oppignero - Pawn