I was on my way back when Scorpion and the others found me on the street, bloodied and completely out of it, luckily this time I had the forethought of throwing away the damn jacket, so at the very least nothing much could be tied back to me.
He had wanted to take me to go see the Gang's personal doctor, but I insisted I wanted to go home. There were no injuries on my body as far as they could see, all I had on was ruined clothing. Above all though was the fact that sun would be rising soon, I wanted to be back home and in my bed before that could happen.
Even Mayuri did not seem to be in a state to throw shade at me, I looked and felt like hell. I wasn't hungry, no on the contrary I was satisfied. Full to the brim in such a way that I did not think I'd need to feed for the foreseeable future. But my mind and my body have all been pushed to the limit, and the only thing that could give me a little bit of peace right now is to go and rest.
There was no sneaking back into my house this time though, everyone in the apartment complex and in Q block saw me and my bloodied state. And the fact that I was being escorted by what I didn't know at the time, well known Silvers in the community, was enough to leave it open in the air that I was now one of them.
But my community was fiercely protective of our own, and Scorpion almost got lynched until I explained they were just trying to get me home. The Silvers were not allowed onto the complex and I was led back up to my apartment by our neighbors. The old ladies especially fussed all over me a lot.
I couldn't say anything, but there was a small measure of warmth, and it made me happy. There was no long conversations to be had with my grandmother. It was the middle of the night and she was asleep, even bloody I was still able to go into her room to check on her. I was a Vampyre now, with what I've seen so far I was immune to most diseases.
Then I showered, and laid down on my bed while I reviewed my life's choices. I sighed to myself more times in an hour than I have probably ever done in my entire life. Things just got complicated real fast just after a day of being in a gang. Who knows what the future would hold now.
I had some pending notifications to look over, I've had a rather rough night, and it was time to see just how much growth I have been able to achieve just from fighting for my life. Maybe after this I should find a way to get into a dungeon or something, for now at least so that things can calm down.
[Blood Drinker, And Blood Element Mastery © 2 Have All reached © 3]
[Super Strength, Super Speed, and Supernatural Senses © 2 Have All Reached © 3]
[Regeneration, Martial Arts, and Infusion © 2 Have All Reached © 4!]
[Power (F) 2>> Power (F) 3 +5Stamina/ Speed (F) 2>> Speed (F) 3 +5Stamina/ Body (F) 3>> Body (F) 5{Max} +5 Stamina, +5Blood/ Mind (F) 2>>> Mind (F) 3 +5Mana]
· Name: [Adeoluwa 'Ade' Warchild]// Age: [18]
· Race: {Vampyre: Fledgling}// Rank: [F(Common)/S+{Ancient}]
· Resource: [Mana <20/20>] [Blood <35/35>] [Stamina 45/45]
· Stats: [Power (F)3<12%>] [Speed (F)3<88%>] [Body (F)5
· Decks: {Vampyre 12/20 ©}
· Cards: {Vampyre: I almost died to get this amount of growth, well it was not as if that had been the plan. But I was loosing my mind. I wasn't thinking, and when the hunger takes over, even my thoughts no longer become coherent. Something was wrong with me that much was already obvious, but it seems perhaps it's true what the legends say. Vampyres become bloodthirsty crazed monsters. In two days I have killed nineteen people, only the gods know just how much more would have to die for how ever long that I remain what I am. I need to figure this shit out, and I need to figure out a way to get myself under control.…before I hurt the people that I care about, because that would be a hell that I would not be coming back from. <<<<<<>>>>>>> MORMON CITY 3 HOURS LATER BIRDMAN RESIDENTIAL DISTRICT A BLOCK, DODSON FAMILY HEADQUARTERS. A woman covered head to toe in a black dress sat on a massive armchair as she looked at the flickering flames in front of her. She was tired, but above all she was grieved. Her eyes red and puffy from hours of crying so much so that they were dried crusts of blood by the sides of her face. A man was standing besides her with rounded glasses on his face while he read from a tablet. His eyes kept moving down to the woman's right arm; a cybernetic engineered combat prosthetic that tended to have a mind of its own when ever she was in a bad mood. The man knew that he was not the first person to be offered the job of personal assistant, and perhaps today he also knew he wouldn't be the last. "So you're saying fifteen of our boys were torn apart, and even more so another one of my sons was among them. All of them torn to pieces and their parts arranged on the street to spell dirty blood, stop doing drugs? Are you joking with me? Does this seem funny to you?" The man shook his head as rapidly as he could, as he hurried to explain himself. "on the contrary Mama Rose, eye witness accounts of both attacks said it was done by a man with white hair and red eyes. Skin color black, this is a vendetta from a very powerful Card master. At least this is my deduction of the entire thing. We just need to cross reference the accounts with any of our dealings in the past, to see if perhaps we might have stepped on the wrong toes. We can deal with it from there once we know who exactly we're fighting against. I doubt the silvers have anything to do with this. From what I heard the news shocked them, especially when some of our boys went into their territory and started this war. They're preparing for a counter offensive now Mama Rose. I think it's best to call a sit down and negotiate a cease fire so that we can find the real culprit and bring him to justice. We should aargh!" Mama Rose looked up at him with a small smile on her face while her entire cybernetic right hand was buried in his chest. His heart was grasped in her hand as she said softly to him. "You know your problem Gregorio….it's that you always were so honest and a little too smart for your own good. Your job is to assist me, not give me advice about how to run my family. A ceasefire? What nonsense is that, no,no,no,no,NO! Someone killed my babies and laid a hand on my boys! For that Mormon city will burn, all will suffer and when I'm done, then I'll find whoever is responsible and strap him to the back of a hover bike...then drag him across the city until the very flesh has been peeled from his bones. THAT'S! WHATS! BEST!"