Chapter Eight: things get...messy
By Richard LeBlanc
The abandoned recycling plant - in total there are seven modern state of the art recycling plants in Eco. This one was the first one in Ontario. After the provincial government cut the funding to the first plant to create better ones - this structure remained for years. Empty - except for the odd vagrant that took shelter there. It is here that Samson and his clansmen stood before the hundred new recruits. Each was dressed as they themselves did. The trap was set - the final battle - was about to begin...
"I don't know Samson. The Dreamers may be whores - but they are no fools. Do you really expect them to fall for such an obvious ploy?" the leader of Psycho Fangs asked seriously.
"They think us to be mindless animals that live off of feral instincts. They do not believe we are capable of subtle webs of confusion. Trust me on this - I have no doubt in my mind that this will work." Samson answered.
"If- if you are right - you will have the respect and loyalty of me and mine. You will have done something that even Lord Prince Graven himself was unable to do - rid the world of his greatest rival." The leader of the Revolutionites added seriously. Samson smiled at the parallel.
"I like the way you word things. Now, be honest - does this dope look like me?" he asked as he stood beside the one that was disguised as him. there were a few subtle differences - but overall it was a near perfect match.
"Good enough. Once the fighting starts I doubt any will be able to notice any errors. Things will be coming to a boil pretty fast. We should get moving." The leader of the Revolutionites answered.
"True enough. You 'Samson' have your orders. You know what to do - whatever happens - do not - I repeat not - deviate from the plan. This is the war to end all wars. There will be no walking away from this one save in victory or in final death - do you understand?" Samson asked.
"For the glory and honor of Lord Prince Graven - it will be done." He answered with a bow. Samson laughed a hearty laugh and gestured for his peers to depart.
***
Several blocks away, Axis and those he could recruit were checking their equipment. There was no possible doubt in any of their minds that this was going to be a bloody situation.
"You look as though you are expecting someone." Claws pointed out.
"You could say that." Axis replied seriously. It was then that they heard a whistle. Everyone tensed up and prepared for an attack. They turned around and saw Skamms standing in front of fifty some odd anarchs and as many ghouls.
"Miss me?" Skamms asked with a mad smile.
"You're late." Axis retorted lowly. Skamms looked at his watch and then shook his wrist and looked at it again. He then looked up and shrugged his shoulders.
"You-you were waiting for him?" Dagger asked in modest disbelief.
"In a manner of speaking - yes." He replied.
"Here's the game plan people. This little party is going to make a crossfire look like a walk in the park. Factions in the Dreamers and the Iron Fists are using us as bait in their little war. The chances are good that many of us that go in - will not leave. Any that wish to walk away - do so now." Axis stated seriously. Those that came with him looked at their peers to see if any would depart. None moved. Several anarchs began to walk away. Without turning to face them Skamms cleared his throat.
"Any cowardly anarchs that even imagine walking away from this I will hunt down personally, with extreme prejudice and make you regret that you were ever brought over to our side of life." Skamms warned, void of any emotion. The anarchs that were walking stopped and returned back into the crowd.
"One word of advice highness - when I say get your asses out of there - do so. Are we understanding each other?" Skamms asked curiously. Axis looked at the Malkavian untrustingly.
"Why?" he asked.
"I don't repeat myself. But I would really recommend listening to me this time on this one. Here's the deal. You go in first with your crew, as you and your friends were officially invited. It is a safe bet that the Iron Fists are in there. You signal us when their friends show up - then we'll come in and take care of them..." Skamms stated as he looked at those with the prince and saw that a select group was surprisingly absent on the eve of this battle.
"Where are those mage kissing warlocks?" Skamms asked.
"They wanted to separate themselves from this for political reasons. I will deal with them when we finish here. Let us try to stay focused on the task at hand." Axis replied seriously.
"Politics - what a waste. What about that Archon guy and his people? Will they be joining the party?" Skamms asked curiously. Axis looked at his watch. It was nearing eleven on the dot.
"If they were going to be here - they would have been here by now. It is up to us and us alone to deal with this mess." Axis replied seriously. Skamms smirked and looked over in the direction of the recycling plant.
"Then I guess this whole thing should get started. Don't keep us waiting too long highness." Skamms said with an insane giggle. Axis scowled and shook his head. He wasn't one hundred percent sure that the Malkavian was going to back him up or shoot him in the back or watch as he and his friends got caught in the crossfire. With Malkavians - nothing was truly obvious - or was it?
"Gear up people. Remember - avoid touching the Iron Fists if at all possible. If you don't listen to me and try duking it out with them - they will kill you. When the Dreamers show up - get your asses out of the way or you'll get it from both sides." Axis stated seriously as he examined his weapon.
"And when Skamms the Man says get out - do it!" an anarch shouted. The prince slowly looked over his shoulder at the waiting anarchs. He knew that the Malkavian had something up his sleeve - but what?
"Let's go people." Axis stated lowly as they made their way away from the anarchs. Skamms watched as they walked. Something wasn't right - even now. It had to do with Nenia - but what was it?
"You okay?" an anarch asked. He snapped himself out of his trance.
"Hmm? Yeah - I'm cool. I just got a tiny bug in my brain that I'm trying to kill." He replied calmly. He turned to face the crowd before him and allowed himself to smile.
"Listen up. Our part in this is to cull the heard - and I don't mean the Prince's crew. If you have a beef with his people - it waits until we are done. And as someone so elegantly pointed out - when I say the word - get lost as fast as you can - those that stay - will not live long enough to regret it." Skamms warned. Everyone nodded. They had seen some of the chaos that he could pull off - they knew better than to debate it.
"So - what will this signal be?" a voice asked.
"I never really thought of that - I guess we'll know when it happens." Skamms replied with an amused smile.
***
Mere moments later, the prince and those with him found themselves on the edge of the property. Everything about the place looked deserted. It looked as though no one had been there for years.
"Charming place." Claws pointed out.
"Hmm. Prefect place for a trap. Stay together people." Axis replied. He armed his gun and gestured for everyone to slowly advance. As they did, he noticed that one person was watching from the shadows on the roof. The person quickly hurried away.
"The roof?" Dagger asked.
"I saw one." Axis whispered.
"There were four by my count. As soon as they saw us they hurried away. It is almost as though they were expecting us." Dagger whispered. Axis rolled his eyes.
"Imagine that." he retorted.
"I would advise caution. I can only do so much." he reminded.
"Noted. But know this - there are fanatics in the city that would willingly destroy the city to destroy each other. I am not about to stand by and let that happen." He replied.
"I understand." Dagger stated. The group arrived at the front entrance. Axis closed his eyes and concentrated. He could feel his hearing getting sharper and sharper. If there was a trap, he could not detect it.
"Door's clean." He said. A powerful punch took the door clean off its hinges and imbedded it into the wall several meters behind. He stepped in and looked around. He closed his eyes and concentrated again. He opened his eyes slowly. Everything looked as though it was bright as day.
No one waiting - no one hiding - I got a bad feeling about this. Axis thought. He gestured for the others to slowly follow him in. within moments - everyone was in. Axis was going to say something when a loud chanting noise could be heard in the distance.
"They know we are here and are waiting for us." Glare pointed out.
"I know. Incoming!" Axis shouted. Four people charged towards them from out of the shadows. Before they even had the possibility of getting close - everyone opened up. Hundreds of bullets filled the air and cut through the charging attackers. The prince gestured for everyone to stop. They all watched as the four fell limply to the ground.
"They must think we're pretty stupid." Man Basher commented as she reloaded her pistol. Axis walked over and examined the unmoving corpses. He studied the walls and saw all of the holes.
"No - they are making us trigger happy. By my count there should be at least a hundred of these people here - not counting the Dreamers that will show up whenever. If we use as much ammunition as we did on these four - what do you suppose will happen?" Axis asked.
"We'll run out and we'll be fighting on their terms." Man Basher said.
"This doesn't make any sense. It is almost as though these people are playing mind games on us." Axis stated in modest disbelief.
"Why is that so hard to believe?" Glare asked.
"Because they have never resorted to that sort of tactics. These are the type of people that would charge at an army of tanks - and survive. This level of duplicity in them is almost unheard of." Axis replied.
"Perhaps - this Samson wants to end things once and for all - and has decided to change his strategy. I mean - when you fight a war for centuries - using the same tactic over and over would make you frightfully predictable." Slap Happy commented.
"Heaven help us - I think he's right." Axis commented.
"So what do we do now? If these people are playing with a different play-book - all of the shit we know about them won't help us much." Toenail commented. Axis looked down the corridor before them and heard the loud chanting. There was a cold logic to what the Nosforatu said.
"We don't have a choice. Let's go." He replied grimly. The group weaved their way through the labyrinth of corridors until they found themselves at the very heart of the plant. From there they could see around a hundred people at the opposite side of the room. They were dressed like rebels, bikers, army men and some had medieval armor on. Some were standing - some were siting on the unused crates and unused equipment - but all chanting stopped when they saw that their guests had arrived.
"What - are you doing here? We are preparing to war with our ancient enemies and cure the world of their poisonous lies and presence. We have no desire to waste our energy on you. Leave now while you are able." A large man called out as he stepped forward.
"Samson." Axis stated. The Iron Fist leader looked up at the prince.
"Have we met?" he asked.
"I've read about you. Every city you've gone to has ended up in ruins. I won't let you destroy my city." Axis stated seriously. He could hear the chuckles and whispers being uttered from those with Samson.
"From that Archon guy huh? Well - he had his chance to walk away - he chose not to. Now - he will never bother us again. Last chance highness - leave now." Samson warned.
"He's bluffing." Toenail stated.
"Am I? Ask your prince. The Archon knows what we are capable of - as does his employer. They knew we were in the city. That was why he was sent to talk to Axis here. With that in mind - where are they?" Samson asked.
"This true?" Glare asked.
"It is irrelevant. This is not an Archon's city. It is not a Justicar's city - it is mine. It doesn't matter to me how many people you have killed to get here or who - I don't care how many cities have been defiled by your presence - I care about Eco. And I won't let you destroy it. So I will tell you - Samson, leave now - while you are able!" Axis threatened. Every weapon possessed by those with him were armed and raised.
"I heard the prince of Eco had teeth. I will enjoy removing them. In the name of Lord Prince Graven - cleanse these wretches from the city! We will have us an appetizer before we deal with the main course - the whore-queen Dreamers!" Samson shouted. All of those around him shouted out a battle cry. The prince and those with him watched as the fighters charged towards them. It was clear that they were in pure frenzy and that dominating them would be futile.
"Take them down!" Axis shouted. Everyone fired. Most of the shots missed. Some hit and did nothing. Few hits knocked the attackers down. The shooting continued - but it seemed as though it was having no effect. The shots were not doing any lasting damage and to make matters worse - with each passing second - they were getting closer.
"They are almost on top of us!" Glare commented.
"Hold your ground!" Axis shouted. The charging attackers were only about ten feet away. Most of the shots were hitting - but they kept getting up and rushing forward.
"IT isn't working!" Man Basher shouted in frustration. In anger she threw her pistol at one of the charging attackers. It was thrown with such force that it took off the top half of his head. She was mildly relieved when the thing fell over and stopped moving.
"Keep at it!" Axis shouted out. He looked through the crowd and saw Samson smiling. His eyes narrowed when he saw the man with the axe and shotgun gesturing for him to bring it on.
"Advance now!" he shouted out. In a blur of motion he zipped through the crowed of frenzied kindred. All of them tried to get a hold of him, all attempts missed. He skidded to a complete stop a few feet away from Samson. The Iron Fist smiled and laughed at the Brujah.
"I love the Brujah - their warrior's pride is almost as great as our own. I will tell many stories about your courage after I slay you. Defend yourself!" Samson stated. Axis raised his pistols and rapidly fired at his enemy. He was more than mildly amazed when the warrior blocked every shot with his axe. The Iron Fist smiled a mad smile and slowly raised his gaze to meet the prince.
"Your accuracy is nothing short of amazing highness - one of those shots almost hit me. Congratulations Brujah - you have impressed me. prepare to die." Samson stated. He glared at his attacker and mounted his Celerity enhanced attack. The prince dodged each swing of the axe at the same speed as the attacks. Within a few seconds - the two hopped away from each other and glared at the other.
"Not bad." Axis stated.
"Indeed." Samson commented. He took one finger and drew a line down the side of his face. At first Axis didn't know what he was doing - but then he felt it. He moved his hand to his face and felt the cut.
"That was just the warm up - shall we begin now?" Samson asked.
"Bring it on." Axis retorted. The two stood ready to resume their intense fight.
***
At another spot on the floor, one biker Iron Fist was trying to land an attack on a Toreador. As fast as the Iron Fist was - the Toreador seemed to be one step ahead.
"Running will only delay the inevitable!" the Iron Fist hissed.
"In theory yes..." he replied. just then - the Iron Fist tensed up. His shaking hand slowly moved down to his stomach. In it were more than a dozen bullet holes.
"Problem with frenzy - lose focus - ignore pain." the Toreador commented as he revealed his pistol with a silencer on it. The Iron Fist glared at him and then crumbled down to the floor.
"Too easy." He commented. Just then a fist seemed to explode through his chest. He tensed up and slowly looked over his shoulder. He saw and Iron Fist glaring at him with hungry eyes. He tried to heal the wound - but it didn't seem to work.
"Die!" he hissed as he punched the slowly dying vampire's head off. He then watched as the body that was held up by his arm slowly turned to ash. He let out a content smile and leaped over at another target.
***
At another spot, Man Basher had switched her choice of weapons from guns to a staff sized length of pipe. About seven Iron Fists were attempting to take her down - all were having no luck.
"How..." she began as she knocked one attacker down.
"Many..." she continued as she flipped a person away from her.
"Times..." she added as she stabbed the pipe into one attacker and then flung him at another enemy.
"Do..." she continued as she knocked one attacker's arm off.
"I..." she said as she tripped another one with the pipe.
"Have..." she added as she hit two attackers in the head.
"To..." she continued as she rammed the pipe into an attacker's chin.
"Knock..." she continued as she one attacker in the ribs and then did the same to his friend beside him.
"You..." she added as she hit another one in the forehead.
"Punks..." she continued as she smashed the pipe clean through an attacker's leg.
"Down?" she concluded as she batted one that was leaping at her. She was mildly surprised when she noticed that all of the Iron Fists that were attacking her were out cold.
"Men..." she muttered.
***
At another spot, Claws was toe to toe with an Iron Fist that was dressed in military clothes. He was using a mildly banged up rifle as a club to knock his attacker away.
"What's the matter? I thought you Gangrels were hands on type of people. Why are you resorting to sticks and stones? Do I scare you that much?" he taunted. In a quick, agile motion his wolf claws popped out - his arm arched up and sliced down across the Iron Fist's chest. As soon as he did - Claws felt a tinge. He watched as the wound he inflicted began to heal.
"He-he - come on - try again." He goaded.
Axis was right. He soaked that hit and sucked blood out of me. This is going to be rough. He thought as he kicked the dropped rifle back into his hands to prepare to best his attacker.
***
On the roof above the chaos of the battle below, Mother and the Dreamers that she had called watched the battle through a dirty window. Seeing her enemies being taken down by outsiders was enough to make her smile. They had no chance against her enemies.
"All is going as planned." She said to herself.
"Where is that one you have been using? The one you call Skamms?" one asked. Mother looked over at the one that asked the question and smiled.
"These are friends of the prince. Skamms is anything but. Hmm?" she replied as she looked over in the distance. She walked away from the window and looked outward from the ledge of the roof. From there she could see a gathering of anarchs - and Skamms.
"I'll be damned - he is here and he brought back up." She said to herself with a smile. One of the Dreamers hurried over and saw what had caught Mother's attention.
"I don't like this Mother. Right now there will be three factions fighting. With them it will be four. Are you sure that they won't turn on us as others you have manipulated have done?" she asked.
"I know he is planning something. I don't know what - but I do know that he wouldn't hurt his precious Nenia. He was willing to sacrifice himself for her before - he won't be able to hurt me now." She stated confidently
"I hope you are right." She replied. The two walked away from the window and stood with the others.
"Since the day we were exiled from Arcadia - and the fall of the benevolent Sameth we have had to endure the overwhelming stench that is the Iron Fist. Today - they have fallen into our trap. We will strike our enemies a mortal blow. The likes of which they will never recover from. Highest praise to the Princess!" Mother shouted. All of them chanted the same.
***
Inside, all fighting stopped as the building's roof began to shake. Everyone looked up and watched as the window shattered. Samson and Axis watched as the Dreamers floated in and prepared to join in the battle.
Just like clockwork. Samson thought with a half smile.
We did our part - now it is your turn Skamms. Axis thought.
To be continued...
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