Thread: One in a Million (ThomasRHellsing & Kiandra_Black)

Thomas shook his head, Pretty sure out secret is if not blown pretty close. A dozen men stepped out from behind book shelves, their skin was black, like living shadows, but they were wearing suits velvet od timey suits. One of them spoke, Give us the girl Chesire, some interested parties want her, and you can't protect a target who can't help flashing their power. Two dozen capture and control specialists are looking for her. Are you ready to dance with the shadows? Thomas smirked at the girl raising her another foot off the ground before his left hand pulled out four cards. Dropping the girl he turned and threw his cards, even as the micro uzi's the shadows were carrying began to spit death. Each was capable of a 1000 rounds a minute and had extended hundred round magazines. The shadows were basically a form of mental manipulation involving shadows. Not living creatures, but as the four cards impacted the four nearest creatures throats they exploded like mini suns, even as Thomas's body jerked. In roughly ten seconds 1200 rounds had pierced Thomas's torso and head he dropped like a bad habit most of his chest and head missing. A large puddle of blood forming. The creature that had spoken swore, Damn fire magic silly Chesire, should have gone for 12 rather then four. The speaker then said, Come on you lot, grab the girl. However, as the 7 shadow creatures began moving a loud, echoing roar filled the room. The puddle of blood shifted, forming a massive lion's head, which let out another roar. Instantly it bit the nearest shadow in half even as six more carnivorous large cats heads formed, ripping the shadow men to pieces. The shadow carrying the voice blinked, as the blood slowly curled in upon itself, revealing Thomas the Chesire, sitting on the guard rail, he smirked and said, Hey Shadow, that hurt. The man swore pulling a pair of desert eagle, pointing them at Thomas, pulling and emptying both extended 16 round clips, Thomas just laughed as the rounds ripped dodge ball sized holes into his body. Moving closer he said, Yes, yes little shadow, do your best to put down the scary kitty. Come on, come on, COME ON! Thomas was point blank range, the guns were empty, and the shadow man kept pulling the triggers. Thomas smiled, his suit wasn't even showing a sign of the massive blood hole blown into his torso, and the damage was gone. He chuckled low, Bored now. In a blur his hands shot out, and he ripped the enemy's head clean off of it's body. Letting it go flying through the air. He smirked, as he took the empty magnums, along with the ammo from the shadow man's body. Next he scavenged two of the micro uzi's and over a thousand rounds from the mindless ones. Putting them casually into his suit jacket. He moved over towards the ripped apart corpse of well his own. Sighing a bit he said, Good bye Chesire 2,115, Happy Birthday Chesire 2,116. He then held out his left hand, causing a small orb of pure blackness to move around the room, sucking in the shadow creatures, the bullet casting and what not. Thomas smirked at the kitty girl saying, Black hole in a hand, cool huh? He then focused and had the thing dissolve, as he said adjusting his fedora, I told you I was immortal remember. He looked down where his corpse had been, before the black hole had sucked it up and said, Now, let's get out of here, before I have to say hello to Chesire 2,117. He smiled as he went invisible and intangible again.