As the news of Baron Blood's true identity spread, Kevin Bridget and Jamal Afari shared a silent, knowing look, their thoughts buzzing with the weight of this revelation. It was a serious game-changer, tossing them into a whole new level of danger.
Kevin's voice cut through the tension; his tone resolute as he addressed his fellow officers. "Stay sharp, team," he commanded, his tone carrying authority and resolve. "We're up against something big, but we can't lose our cool. Stick to the plan and keep pushing!"
Meanwhile, Baron Blood watched the chaos unfold with a smirk, his red eyes gleaming with wicked satisfaction. "Pathetic," he muttered, disdain dripping from his voice as he watched the police officers struggle against his undead minions. "Worthless Futile," he scoffed, rolling his eyes at their feeble attempts to stop him. But deep down, he felt a twinge of disappointment; his once fearsome zombies were failing to defeat these puny humans.
Baron Blood grew impatient. "Enough!" he said, and with a single command, the zombies collapsed, lifeless once more. "Pathetic," he muttered, unable to bear watching any longer. Turning to Viktor, he issued a chilling command. "Viktor, release the ghouls," he ordered, his voice dripping with authority. "Let them taste the fear of the living."
As the zombies collapsed one by one, the police officers stared in shock and disbelief. This was not how things were supposed to go. They had expected a fierce battle against the undead minions, but now, they were witnessing their enemies crumble before their eyes.
"What the hell is happening?" one of the officers exclaimed, his voice trembling with confusion and fear.
Kevin Bridget's mind raced as he tried to make sense of the situation. Something was clearly amiss, and it wasn't just the sudden collapse of the zombies. There was a power at play here that they hadn't anticipated, a force beyond their understanding.
"Stay alert," Kevin barked, trying to shake off the confusion. "This could be a trap."
But before they could react further, Viktor obeyed Baron Blood's command, summoning the ghouls to join the fray. The grotesque creatures emerged from the darkness, their menacing presence sending a shiver down the spines of the officers.
As the ghouls emerged from the darkness, Kevin and Jamal quickly sized up the situation. Despite their formidable look, there were only five of them. Still, their freaky appearance and fierce growls were definitely a problem.
"Sir, we need to defeat these two vampires," Jamal Afari said urgently, his eyes darting between Kevin and the advancing ghouls.
"Call me Kevin," Kevin Bridget responded firmly, his focus already shifting to Baron Blood and Viktor
Then Jamal Afari nodded then spoke, his voice carried a tone of determined authority. "Let your police officers handle the 5 ghouls," he directed to Kevin, his eyes fixed on Baron Blood. "I'll handle Baron Blood. You handle the other vampire."
"LET'S DO THIS," Jamal affirmed, his expression resolute.
"You take Baron Blood, I'll handle the Other Vampire." Kevin nodded, his jaw clenched with determination. "Let's Go," he declared, his gaze steady as they prepared to confront the vampire threat head-on.
Suddenly Mart Ramirez, the Staff Sergeant, stepped forward, his voice tense with anger and resolve. "Let me join too, Sir Kevin," he insisted, his grip tight on his weapon. "I'll be a fucker if I don't get a shot at that blood-sucking bastard who took out our rookie."
Turning to Mart Ramirez, Kevin's expression softened slightly, acknowledging the pain and anger in the staff sergeant's eyes. "Mart, you're with us," he said firmly, his voice carrying a sense of camaraderie and determination. "But stay focused. Revenge won't bring back our fallen comrade. We need to take down these vampires to ensure nobody else suffers the same fate."
Mart nodded, his features reflecting grim determination. "Understood, Sir," he replied, his voice filled with steely resolve. "Let's make them pay."
"In my command, everyone," Kevin said as he looked at the remaining police officers, he started, scanning them and there were only 11 lefts. Then he said, "Deal with the ghouls; Sir Jamal, Staff Sergeant Mart, and I will handle the vampires."
The officers nodded, showing they understood the plan. They looked determined yet anxious.
The scene crackled with tension as Kevin, Jamal, and Mart prepared to confront Baron Blood and Viktor, while the remaining officers confronted the ghouls. Each member of the team knew the stakes were high, and their resolve hardened with each passing moment.
Baron Blood watched with amusement as the humans prepared for battle, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "Fools," he whispered, his voice carrying a mocking tone. "You cannot hope to defeat us."
"Never doubt humans' resolve," Jamal Afari declared firmly, unleashing a relentless storm of bullets towards Baron Blood.
The bullets flew towards Baron Blood, aimed straight at his chest. He moved incredibly fast, dodging them with the grace of a predator dodging its prey.
As Baron Blood dodged the bullets, he laughed mockingly. "Is that the best you can do, mortals?" he taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Your feeble attempts to harm me are amusing, but ultimately futile."
Jamal gritted his teeth, frustration mounting as his shots missed their mark. "Enough talk," he snapped, quickly reloading his weapon. "We're not giving up that easily."
Meanwhile, As Kevin and Mart continued their attack on Viktor, the vampire's lips twisted into a wicked smile. "You two just don't give up, huh?" he sneered, his voice oozing with malice. "But sticking to it won't keep you safe from what's coming."
Mart clenched his teeth, refusing to be intimidated by Viktor's taunts. "Screw you," he shot back, his grip tightening on his gun. "I'm going to put a bullet right between your eyes, you bastard."
Meanwhile, Viktor's gaze shifted to the ghouls, who were closing in on the remaining officers with terrifying speed. With a flick of his wrist, he issued a chilling command to his minions. "Alright," he mused, his voice carrying an eerie calmness. "You five, listen to me: kill those police officers. Don't help me; I can handle this two insignificant worm."
The ghouls obeyed immediately, their terrifying mouths wide open as they viciously attacked the officers. Screams echoed through the air as the officers struggled to defend themselves against the brutal onslaught.
"You bastard!" Mart exclaimed, his voice filled with rage.
"Mart, stay calm!" Kevin interjected firmly. "Don't let your emotions overwhelm you."
he shouted to Mart amidst the noise of battle. "Let's concentrate on this Vampire right here. We'll handle the ghouls afterward."
As he heard his superior's command, Mart's rage subsided, replaced by a steely determination. "You're right, sir," he replied, his voice firm and resolute. "Let's take down this motherfucker first."
Meanwhile Mart and Kevin aimed their weapons at Viktor, firing with precision amidst the chaotic battle. Each shot was carefully aimed, showing their strong commitment to defeating the vampire.
"It won't work, your gun isn't silver bullet," Viktor said, his voice full of mockery, his red eyes shining with confidence.
"Are you sure?" Kevin retorted; his tone filled with defiance. Then, with a surge of emotion, he continued, "Look at your chest, you bastard!"
Viktor looked down, his face twisted in confusion. Horror washed over him as he saw a silver bullet buried in his flesh, crackling with strange energy. He was shocked and couldn't believe it
Viktor's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked down at the wound. "Impossible," he muttered, his voice tinged with shock and anger.
Mart smirked triumphantly, his confidence growing. "Looks like silver bullets work just fine," he declared, his tone dripping with satisfaction.
Kevin nodded in agreement, a fierce glint in his eyes. "Time to finish this," he said, determination burning within him as he raised his weapon, ready to deliver the final blow.
Then Viktor's eyes blazed with fury as he quickly pulled the silver bullet from his stomach. "Do you think this could kill me? Dream on," he spat, his voice dripping with scorn.
Before Mart and Kevin could react, Viktor darted toward them like a shadow. With incredible speed, he struck Kevin hard, knocking him back with a painful grunt.
Kevin managed to shield himself partially, but the force of the blow still sent him flying. He crashed to the ground, his breath knocked out of him, as he struggled to regain his footing amidst the situation.
Mart acted on instinct, reaching for the baton tucked away in his pocket with determination. He swiftly swung it at Viktor, aiming for his vulnerable spots with precision and skills.
The baton hit Viktor with a satisfying sound, but he barely seemed affected. Instead, he struck back fiercely, his moves smooth and lethal as he tried to overpower Mart with sheer strength.
As Viktor launched his counterattack, Mart staggered backward, letting out a pained cry as he struggled to defend himself.
As Viktor moved in for the kill, a sudden gunshot rang out, striking him squarely in his vulnerable spot on his chest. "Bastard!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with pain and fury as he glanced towards the source. It was Kevin, who had been thrown back but still managed to take the shot.
"That's what you get for underestimating us," Kevin declared, his voice resolute despite his injuries. He then urged Mart, "Now, Mart, shoot him in the head!"
Mart wasted no time. With determination burning in his eyes, he took aim and fired at Viktor's head, shouting amidst the chaos, "This is for Rahul Jones!" The shot hit its mark, and Viktor slumped to the ground, defeated.
As Baron Blood sensed Viktor's demise, he couldn't help but mock his fallen comrade. "Stupid bastard. That's what you get for underestimating them," he sneered. Then, turning his attention back to the battle with Jamal Afari, he added, "He was just a lesser vampire anyway."
Meanwhile
The police officers, led by Officer Senior First Class Eric Morion, rallied together after the intense fight against the ghouls. With determination etched on his face, Eric addressed the remaining officers, his voice firm and commanding. "Follow me," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.
In the dim light, only 8 officers stood tall. Eric led the way, gun is ready as they approached, they encountered the last three ghouls, who were different from the rest—they could talk. This realization sent a chill down the officers' spines, adding to the tension of the already perilous situation.
Ghoul number 1 sneered, "You dare challenge me, Urk?" his voice dripping with malice.
Ghehehe," chuckled ghoul number 2, "These pathetic humans have no clue who they're dealing with. I'm Loko, brother of Urk."
"kwahaha," cackled ghoul number 3, his voice dripping with malice. "How about we have ourselves a little feast while they're still kicking?" he suggested, his eyes hungry for prey "The name's Ugma.
"Remain calm, everyone," Eric commanded, his voice steady despite the mounting danger.
Then Urk's assault was brutal and unforgiving. He lunged at one officer, sinking his teeth into the man's flesh as he writhed in agony. The air was filled with the sickening sound of tearing flesh and the officer's screams, creating a terrifying scene in the midst of the chaotic battle.
The officers fired their weapons, aiming at Urk with all they had. The bullets hit him, making him pause for a moment, but instead of slowing down, he seemed to get even more aggressive.
Meanwhile, Ugma and Loko advanced, their malicious laughter echoing in the dim light of the battleground. With hungry eyes fixed on their prey, they closed in on the officers, ready to join Urk in his gruesome feast.
With urgency in his voice, Eric Morion shouted, "Everyone, shoot!" The officers, knowing they had no choice but to fight for their lives, unleashed a barrage of gunfire at the advancing ghouls. Bullets flew, filling the air with a deafening roar as the officers unleashed their firepower. Despite their best efforts, the ghouls continued their relentless advance, shrugging off the barrage of bullets with an unnerving determination.
As the ghouls moved forward, they found themselves trapped in sticky webs, causing the officers to gasp in surprise. They couldn't believe their eyes when they saw Spider-Man swing in, standing in the way of the approaching threats.
Eric and his team went from shocked to hopeful in an instant. Spider-Man's arrival felt like a game-changer. With his swift moves and lightning reflexes, it seemed like he could totally flip the script on the ghouls.
To be continued