The black bike drifted to a stop, as a honking noise was heard throughout the current space. A noise interrupted, by a foot, landing down on the gravel within the roads and sidewalks. Getting up from the motorcylce was a huge figure, intimidating to many people. His shadow walked, not beside him, but in front of him. As if it wanted to open way for the tall and muscular individual. As if the same person needed to receive as much respect as possible. The shadow extended itself extremely, reaching a gate very far from where the motorcycle was stopped. A fine difference of space for the man.
The rain was intensively hard, with no signs of stopping. It grew even thicker every time someone looked up. The boot of the man felt completely wet, since it had landed on that watery floor. The ground even had splashy looking puddles. The abundance of rain was enough to make any kind of cat or dog shiver. It wasn't usually that quiet and cold. By that time of the year, the weather had usually already changed. For the better. But now, it had indeed changed. But for the very worst.
With a raised eyebrow and a look of suspicion glued on his face, the black gentleman carried on into the factory. Looking around, he spotted no one. Everything seemed to be empty. Of course he had yet to check the inside of every single place within the factory. A harsh task, since the place was enormous. The little compartments where the lesser important workers well, worked in. Then, the huge places where the bosses used to make their corporate douche bag decisions. A truly gigantic environment. A bit overpowering for nearly everyone that was there.
Now, such place had fallen in the hands of no good thugs and reckless criminals with nothing else to do, but hassle people around. These guys weren't smart enough to rob banks, so they had to get under someone's leadership. And from what Blade had found out, they aligned themselves with a huge piece of trash. Since the fall of William Stryker, it seemed as such the purifiers were shortened and nearly extinct. However, one person remained quite alive and well. Matthew Risman. The priest like, mutantfobic asshole, that loved the ways that Stryker used to kill and punish mutants.
Each breath Gavin took, made him feel a bit nervous. There was usually no situation in where something like that happened. Most of the times, Gav kept his cool, but this sick fucker was one of the worst kind of people Blade had heard of. There was no doubt in his mind, he was gonna be nearly dead before he left that factory. Why was he there in the first place? Misty had been kidnapped. And only god knew what those bastards had done to her. So Blade had been wasting no time.
As Soon as he had heard the girl he most cherished had been kidnapped by mutant hating monsters, he hoped on his bike. Did he care about the consequences? No. Was he sure he and Misty were gonna live? No. But of one thing he was sure, that he would at least try. His heart rate increased as he motioned his legs in a jump, pouncing over the gate. His eyes looked over at the biggest place within the factory. Certainly, they were there. Blade was about to burst in, already having his shotgun out. He was stopped by a familiar noise, making him lift up his gun. "Who's there?"
Last edited by Gavin Cooper on Wed Jun 19, 2013 6:45 am; edited 1 time in total
The rain was intensively hard, with no signs of stopping. It grew even thicker every time someone looked up. The boot of the man felt completely wet, since it had landed on that watery floor. The ground even had splashy looking puddles. The abundance of rain was enough to make any kind of cat or dog shiver. It wasn't usually that quiet and cold. By that time of the year, the weather had usually already changed. For the better. But now, it had indeed changed. But for the very worst.
With a raised eyebrow and a look of suspicion glued on his face, the black gentleman carried on into the factory. Looking around, he spotted no one. Everything seemed to be empty. Of course he had yet to check the inside of every single place within the factory. A harsh task, since the place was enormous. The little compartments where the lesser important workers well, worked in. Then, the huge places where the bosses used to make their corporate douche bag decisions. A truly gigantic environment. A bit overpowering for nearly everyone that was there.
Now, such place had fallen in the hands of no good thugs and reckless criminals with nothing else to do, but hassle people around. These guys weren't smart enough to rob banks, so they had to get under someone's leadership. And from what Blade had found out, they aligned themselves with a huge piece of trash. Since the fall of William Stryker, it seemed as such the purifiers were shortened and nearly extinct. However, one person remained quite alive and well. Matthew Risman. The priest like, mutantfobic asshole, that loved the ways that Stryker used to kill and punish mutants.
Each breath Gavin took, made him feel a bit nervous. There was usually no situation in where something like that happened. Most of the times, Gav kept his cool, but this sick fucker was one of the worst kind of people Blade had heard of. There was no doubt in his mind, he was gonna be nearly dead before he left that factory. Why was he there in the first place? Misty had been kidnapped. And only god knew what those bastards had done to her. So Blade had been wasting no time.
As Soon as he had heard the girl he most cherished had been kidnapped by mutant hating monsters, he hoped on his bike. Did he care about the consequences? No. Was he sure he and Misty were gonna live? No. But of one thing he was sure, that he would at least try. His heart rate increased as he motioned his legs in a jump, pouncing over the gate. His eyes looked over at the biggest place within the factory. Certainly, they were there. Blade was about to burst in, already having his shotgun out. He was stopped by a familiar noise, making him lift up his gun. "Who's there?"
Last edited by Gavin Cooper on Wed Jun 19, 2013 6:45 am; edited 1 time in total