The old one Watches

[Pyre]

Jet hurtled through the air, the sweep of the sword rushing up to meet him.

And suddenly he hit the ground, blood splattering from his arm. His jaw snapped onto his tongue as his head hit the pavement.

Then he was up again, hardly even noticing that there was a good inch slice through his arm, down to the white bone.

He could hardly feel it. He didn't even respond to Rage's comment. Because suddenly Jet cared about as much as a rabid dog. He ran at Rage again, this time with a distinguishable limp, but speed didn't suffer.

He lunged again, this time for Rage's leg, a mass of fire surging ahead of him to meet the hedgehog first.

[rage]

Rage once again countered. His body spinning as Jet lept at him. With his sword he slashed downwards at the hell hounds back. The blade already dripping with the boys blood. He had a feeling that he would have to hack this pup to bits before he got the message that he lost. "Your brain already knows your dead pup. your body just dont know when to quit" He stated uncaringly.

[Pyre]

Jet hit the ground, skidded, blood smearing the pavement. "Heh. Tell me something I don't know!" the hellhound laughed, a mad grin flashing his fangs up at Rage. The sword must have hit somewhere close to his spine, maybe gone in deep, but his eyes just went out of focus and he could scarcely tell it. It was what made him what he was. His race, his species, they were meant to keep moving long after anything should. GUN had called them the cockroaches of the canine world. It took more to kill them, and they seemed to fight just fine without a few limbs.

His last move, though, had brought Jet very close to Rage. Inches from him. From there it was easy. His flames surged bright ice blue, blazing skyward, consuming him where he lay. It would be downright impossible for Rage to not get burned to a crisp if he stayed where he was, the bonfire would consume him as well.

[rage]

Rage was suprised by the attack. He didnt' think the creature would be able to use something like that so quickly. He doged the brunt of it however his right foot became seared from the flames. He glanced down at it with annoyance. "You suprise me pup. I could use a creature of your tenacity." Rage spoke. He was very impressed by the strength of him. He could find many uses for him. "I will even make you a deal. You can keep anything or anyone you gain. Just as long as you do it for me and follow my orders" He said with a sadistic smirk.

[Pyre]

Slowly Jet found his hands, his feet, up on his fours for a moment. He shook himself, flecks of blood flying like water, graffiting the street. "You make a convincing argument," Jet said dully. "But see, I...'ve got other...plans." He winced, standing up straight on two feet as was proper, he supposed. He could feel his back now, pain lancing up his spine and nearly knocking the breath out of him. Nausea washed over him but he fought it back, trying not to show it. Rage looked like the sort to take advantage of weakness.

He tried to remember why he cared. Working for this psycho? It was lunacy, but...sounded vaguely fun. Being in fights like this every day. Fights, battles, war, they were what he was built for. His blood was screaming for it. And what better did he have to do? Well...he had a life, he supposed. Friends to get back to. A government agency not to tick off. And Aura...

The pain and the adrenalin rush was making his vision dance a little, but he stood straighter, defying the pain. "Besides. I only follow alphas. Alphas are the strongest, the fastest, the best of the pack. You haven't even beat me yet." He flashed another grin, mocking. His common sense was still somewhere in the back of his head, telling him this madman was better than him. But battle instinct still said Rage had to prove it.

[rage]

Rages smile grew. A normal man would know right then and there. Th at This creature in front of him had little to no heart inside. the giant smile was toothy and cruel. His laugh went out and would send shivers down the spine of anyone who could hear. His eyes blazing red. He was having so much fun now. He couldn't stand it anymore. "Yes...beat you I should. Let me show you a true monster!" He roared with sadistic laughter. Huge black wings created from energy sprouted from his back as he floated there. His head thrown back in that sadistic and dark laughter. He quickly jerked his head forward. Floating behind him now. His Dark energy took the form of a huge dragon. "Come with me to HELL!!" he roared with the evil grin plasterd on h is face. The area around them suddenly changed. No longer were they surrouned by buildings and pavment. The smell of blood will be overwhelming to all. Even thoughs without the enhanced senses you be able to smell the thick and coopery scent that was the blood. Bodies to lie all around them. Each with a look of horror and pain. Rage laughed once more. "Show me...show me.." He spoke in a low tone. His body floating limply as he looked down at the ground. the smile on his face growing bigger and bigger by the second. "show me.....show me....Show me your POWER!!!!!!" He roared now as the dark energy that was his wings grew out. He pointed his metal hand at Jet in a almost knife like fashion. The metal making it look as if it were a spear. A huge ball formed iinfront of it in a second. "SHOW IT TO ME NOW!!!" He roared as he fired the beam of dark energy at the Wolf.

[Pyre]

Jet's smug little grin had quickly faded. His eyes had widened and his jaw had dropped as Rage painted a horror show from hell around him. Blood and bodies and death and--"Ah crud...me and my big mouth."

Pitch energy flooded towards him and Jet leapt to the side, rolling on the ground, and coming up covered in blood. A horrified yell rang from his mouth. Scrambling to his feet, trying not to trip over whatever squishy thing he was treading on, he backed up fast from Rage.

"I-I changed my mind," he whispered suddenly, his voice cracking. His senses had come back to him with a vengeance and he was shaking.

[rage]

The demonic black hedgehog couldn't help but chuckle as he heard Jet's whisper. "change your mind?" He seemed to ask. his voice suddenly boomed as his red eyes opened wide. Something you would expect from a horror show. "Change your mind?!?! But look at the fun were having!" He roared. His head arched backwards as he let out a horrifying cackle. His hand began to glow again as he fired repeating shots from his hand. Mainly at the bodies lying around. Finally however he stopped as the area around them began to change back to normal. He seemed to have a slight pout on his lips. "Oh well. You change your mind" He gave a soft shrug as he crossed his legs still floating in mid air. "Very well then. you work for me now." He stated. His red eye watching to see if the Hell hound had anything else planed.

[Pyre]

Jet ducked, hit the ground, arms over his head as he prepared to meet his maker.

--The shots hit everywhere around him, everywhere but directly at him. Slowly he lowered his arms, Rage's words sinking in.

He felt as pathetic as a wide-eyed rabbit, a sense of dread growing as he looked Rage up and down.

Work for...

He couldn't help but look around desperately at the place he'd arrived in. If there had been any sign of a way out, he would have gone for it. He wouldn't have hesitated. He'd have run, even if it meant death.

But fire and blood surrounded him, on this island of the dead. His flames flared in a final cry of defiance, then flickered and died. Truth be told, he was somewhat pathetic as far as hellhounds are concerned. He'd never learned to fight properly, had scarcely seen sunlight for a good nine years of his life. It had been pretty stupid, in hindsight, to take this guy on. He would run, if chance ever showed its face again. At the moment, though, he could only lower his head and wonder what the heck was going to happen now?

[rage]

Rage's personality seemed to change all together. He was now standing on the ground looking as if he was off to a business meeting. His long red coat blowing in the slight wind. His eyes examined the dead corpses around. He gave a yawn as he looked down at Jet. "Stand up you look pathetic. I can't have one of my men looking like that" He said as he raised his metal hand. The bodies seem to melt into pools of blood all around them, the blood then began to flow towards the metal hand in the air. Once it was all clear Rage looked at Jet. His crimson eyes watching him for a moment. His face now calm and serious, some might even say it was more frightening then the face of insanity he showed just moments ago. "Come along Jet. We have much work to be done...." He stopped as he pressed a finger to his lips. "You work for GUN correct?" He asked. His arms now crossed. He had an idea that would be better then his original one. Sometimes people would wonder where he got his information, sometimes just appearing to know things. this time however the explenation was simple. He had mearly hacked the GUN systems not to long ago and now had all the info he needed. of course it didn't hurt to have a man on the inside.

[Pyre]

Jet's dark pools bore into Rage, watching the changes, currently struggling to replace fear with loathing. Stand up. Can't much say I want to. You look pathetic. Feel much the same, thank you.

"You work for GUN, correct?"

"Not anymore. And I wouldn't have called it working," he said dully. He hesitated, blood still clinging to his fur, before he finally pulled himself to his feet. "I wasn't a soldier, I was...sort of just a test subject." How'd he guess that close, though?

[rage]

The black hedgehogs eyes narrowed. He seemed to glance at his right hand which glistened slightly. He looked back to Jet then back towards the street. "Then it seems you have a grudge against the little human fools hmm?" He asked. His hate for the humans seemed to grow but he did not show it. He remembered how Ra'ge...the soul who once owned the body he used was experimented on by the idiotic humans. How he hated them all, how he wanted them all to suffer, and how that idiot held it in, Keeping away all the vengeance he had. Now Rage was going to exact that vengeance on the entire human race. "Well..you will get that vengeance soon enough" He said as he continued to walk.

[Pyre]

To tell the truth, Jet didn't much care anymore. He'd gotten away and that was all that mattered. He really should have cared more. They'd murdered his family, and most his species. Wouldn't it be nice to see them pay?

He narrowed his eyes, flashing them around the scene, before following Rage a bit more slowly.

"So that's what you're doing here? That's it?" he muttered, ears flat but listening with solid curiosity.

[rage]

Rage kept walking. His eyes going back and forth, an old habit of his that kept him alive. Always checking his surroundings and such. "Yes...The misierable humans once used me as their test subject....A very long time ago" He growled at the memory of what they did. "I plan on paying those creatures back and you are going to help me...once you are properly trained of course." He said as he continued moving forward.