Thread: Death Planet (DarkAngel76 and Kosmik_Khaos)

Seeing the second girl walk up to him, he continued eating without giving her a second glace, completely ignoring her insult. He was only passing through, he didn't care what the people of New Hope thought of him. In the morning after the storm broke he was gone, same as always. A low rumble of thunder grew steadily louder in the distance. Despite ignoring her the girl stayed. From the corner of his eyes he saw her place her hands on her hips and sighed softly. That is the second time you have insulted me little girl. His voice was like frozen iron. Lifting only his eyes to her face the green of his eyes seemed to almost glow. They were dangerous eyes, eyes of a predator and they were boring into her pale ones. A crack of thunder rattled the window of the saloon. Taking the last bite of his stew he polished off his drink and sat the cup down with a light thunk against the table. Sliding the chair back as he stood he towered head and shoulders over the girl. Looking past over her head he listened intently for a second before muttering just barely over his breath. This is going to be more than a storm. The howling of the wind picked up and the sudden sound of a torrent of rain against the walls and roof dulled most of the noise in the saloon out. Girl. Looking down at the pretty little woman in front of him he gritted his teeth for a second and then let out a inaudible curse. Grabbing her by the shoulder roughly he all but dragged her towards the back of the saloon. Ignoring the looks everyone was giving him he continued to lead her along into the back. This place is about to become a blood bath. He said reaching into his duster he pulled out a eight shooter and handed it to her. Stay back here and do not move, if anyone comes back here other than me shoot. He ordered pushing her away from him. Hide... His words were cut off by the sound of gunshots. Turning away from her he drew from under his coat a machine gun and a rather large revolver. The gun fire was now in full swing. Stopping at the door frame just outside of the common room he smiled and let out a slow breath before spinning into the doorway. Bodies littered the floor, mostly the patrons but a few scattered marauders laid dead or dying. Tables were over turned and most of the bottles behind the bar were reduced to piles of broken glass and puddles of spilling alcohol. Devilish green eyes swept the room and everything moved in slow motion. Seven marauders were left, evenly spread out against the front wall. Raising his left arm he squeezed the trigger of his machine gun and laid a line of death across the room from left to right. rapid bark of the machine gun muffled the cries and thumps of the now dead bodies hitting the wall and floor. Crossing the room another marauder entered the saloon only to have his face blown from the back of his head with the revolver sending him right back out the door. Exiting the building piercing green eyes scanned the streets. Every where there was chaos. Building were burning and people screaming. Gunfire was only drowned out by the roars of thunder overhead. A shot whizzed past his face from the left, the whine of the bullet audible to him. Snapping his head in the direction he drew up his gun and let a torrent of bullets fly into the marauders body. Turning and walking with intent purpose towards the shooters corpse he drew up the revolver and the moment a head poked out of the door it was splattered. Holstering his revolver he reached deep into his duster and pulled out a stick of dynamite and a lighter. Holding the explosive in his teeth he lit the fuse and tossed it at the building. Turning he walked away as cries were suddenly drowned out with a concussive blast that he felt against his back. Walking towards the bedlam that was the town square he took out several more marauders along the way, never breaking his stride or altering the composure of his face. Getting to the town square found the main body of the marauder group. They were not surprisingly at the local bank. The sounds of the storm as well as the destruction the smaller groups were making allowed for the stranger to walk up unnoticed to the woman loading sacks of money into a carriage. Staying silent he holstered his revolver and drew a knife that was almost long enough to be a short sword. Grabbing the woman by the back of her head he jerked her back and before she could let out a cry his blade sprouted from her throat. Removing the blade he dropped her. No longer moving slowly he ran silently to the next taking his head off. Next, disemboweled. Next, impaled though the heart from behind. Next, impaled though right temple. Last. Cut into pieces. Back outside and covered in gore from head to toes the rain did little to help with his demonic appearance. More buildings were burning and the screams of towns people were more scattered. This night was going to be the worst that New Hope had ever seen. Over the next half hour the Stranger shot, stabbed, burned, exploded, beat, and stomped to death every marauder that was stupid enough to not run for their lives, and those unlucky enough to not run fast enough. Standing in the middle of the main street, buildings on both sides of him in flames throwing crazy shadows all around. The rain washed blood, both his and his enemies from his body. Breathing heavily trying to find himself again in the torrential blood lust that filled his mind. As he found his calm he was surprised his thoughts first turned to the girl he left in the saloon.