"Angel! Stop! Its dead!" Barely hearing them, the slight girl brings her hammer down on the dead body. Twice now shes had to kill this fucker. Twice now shes had to kill her husband. Would he be coming for her again? Not if she had anything to say about it. Raising the hammer to bash the creature again, her arm is grabbed from behind in a powerful grip, pulling her clear off the rotting body. She is spun to face the big guy... whats his name? Drake. "Its done. Lets get outta here before the cops come. Someone may have heard us." He says in that gruff voice. That voice always annoyed her. Made her wanna gouge out his throat, just to shut him up. Just a simple jab with my nails... No! Cant start thinking like this again. Its this sort of thinking that tore apart my last crew. Nodding her head, she allows herself to be led to the jeep. Getting in and moving to sit in the back, near the other girl, Annie, she relaxes as they drive off. My other crew...God that was a screw up. Fucking Tony...
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Subject: Laziness
From: Angel215
To: [email protected]
So many on this board.. you would think something would have been figured out by now. Its been... how long since this site started and what has this board done? Hand out a few ideas on how to fight the things that go bump in the night? You people think in the short run too much. Youre all too narrow minded to really see the truth. This board is a failure... nothing more than a giant personals ad where you can go and preach your own personal little gospel. Help the monsters! Kill the monsters! Give it a rest. This website is one giant failure and each and every last one of you on it who thinks sitting here typing away is doing some great service to the Hunt, should be taken out, lined up and shot. Get out there and do something, you dregs!
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How long has it been since that whole debacle? A month? Maybe a little more... Ive learned alot since then. Ive learned that I cant trust these others. These so-called Imbued. They dont see what I see, dont feel what I feel... dont know what I know. How can they? They can act human. Hide behind friends and lovers... hide behind their damn computers. I cant do that though. I have to do.. something. If I dont, then who will?
A Month Ago
"Angel, Id like to thank you for coming to this session." the man smiles at her, leading her over to the couch.
Smiling nervously, she takes a seat. "No problem, Tony... er, Dr. Masterson." she says in that ever present soft voice of hers. He chuckles heartily. "Just Tony is fine. Were working on a trust here and Id like to think we can at least use our first names." Angel simply nods to him. "Alright." Too bad this guy doesnt even know my real name. "So Angel... lets cut straight to the spirit of the matter. Tell me about when it happened. When you, became what we are now." Licking her lips she looks down, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.
"Well... its all a blur really. My husband had his boss over and when I went to get a drink for him, I saw the two of them. Looked almost as if there were these... things standing over them. Like there was my husbands face and his bosses and then like over them were these strange goat looking faces. And... I dont know what happened then. I woke up with a bloody wrench in my hands... my husbands jaw was broken from a hit I must have given him and his boss was bludgeoned upside the head. Thats all I remember." Shrugs a bit. "I see. And are these blackouts common?" He asks, taking a small note in his book. "No. Thats the only time Ive had one. Never recurred." Said quickly. "Are you sure? Things like that dont just go away. Is it possible that you just want to forget about it?" Looking at him, she shrugs. "Anything is possible..." With a nod, he stands up. "One moment please." She nods and watches him leave the room.
A few moments later, three large men enter the room. Blinking a bit in surprise, Angel stands up and steps back. "Whats going on?" Tony steps in the room and smiles weakly at her. "Im sorry Angel, but weve been talking. This is for the best. Youre too unstable." Her eyes narrow at the mans admission of turning her over. So much for forgiveness for all. Bastard does all he can to help those damn freaks out there, but one of his own he turns in? Fine. Angel simply nods slowly, looking at the men before she pulls a small rock out of her pocket and throws it. The move is done so rapidly the men have barely any time to respond before the small rock she threw pierces the Doctors head. Twitching a bit, he slumps back against the wall and slowly slides to the floor. The three men run towards her, intending to bring her down, but she moves rapidly. Getting the couch between them, she cries out and shoves it towards them with far more force than her small frame would make one think possible. The heavy couch topples the three men over and the panicked girl moves rapidly running out of the room. Seeing her path to the exit is clear, she runs for it, spurred on even moreso by the sounds of the three guards getting up to pursue her. Dumb Veronica! Dammit! How could you be so stupid? Why would they want to help you?
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Subject: Re: Laziness
From: Angel215
To: [email protected]
Yeah, yeah, yeah. So it seems my last post ruffled a few feathers. Big deal. What do you want? A pat on the back? Get over it. You dont like the truth, dont acknowledge it. However, Im hoping that my words will reach at least a few ears. A few of those who sense what I do. Were being misled. All of us. Hunter-net is nothing more than a piece of lettuce dangled in front of a rodentl on a wheel. It gives us hope and promise that were not alone, but what else? Some information? Why arent we given that information when we are thrust into this life? Why do we have to fight in darkness whilst those who we hunt are more organized, informed and powerful than any of us could even hope to be? Why do we, who never ask to be what we are, have to rail against creatures that have existed since long before any of our ancestors could likely remember? This is all a game to someone and y'all are a banch of pawns. Get over it and get out before you end up sacrificed for someone elses gain. Were all gonna die. Thats a given, but at least die free, not at someone elses mercy like a whipped dog. Break free before its too late.
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Knock! Knock Knock! "Huh?" Angel bolts upright in her motel room bed. Looking down at Kary sleeping near her, she smiles. Stroking the little childs head, she cant help but get drawn into thought a bit. This strangely beautiful, pointy eared little girl had become the center of her world after she finally suppressed the urge to destroy her. It took all she had in her, but she saved the girl from a rot that was beating her for some ungodly reason and look where she was now. Protecting the kid. She had even gone so far as to ponder adoption once she could settle down long enough to file the paperwork. Knock! Knock Knock! The loud sound snaps her back to reality. Looking at the clock she shakes her head. Four thirty... I should shoot this bastard. Getting up off the bed, she looks through the peephole and frowns. Who the hell are you? She thinks for a bit before picking up her small revolver and opening the door, but keeping the chain on the door on. She pokes her head out. "Go away. Were sleeping. Dont you see what time it is?" He holds up a wallet and on the back she sees a symbol drawn. Messengers.
Opening the door wide, Angel lets him see the gun in her hand. "What? Just cuz your flashing a nice shiny decoration doesnt absolve you from the stupidity of knocking on my door at four in the morning. Make it good." she speaks in an irritable tone. He simply smiles at her, looking at her gun with an unconcerned gaze. "Veronica, They have allowed you to play your games with the child long enough. It is time you accept your duty and rejoin us in the Hunt. We can only do Their will and you have been subverting it enough." He speaks in a cold monotone voice as he points at the sleeping girl. At that she blinks and raises the gun at his face as she takes a step back. "You got two seconds to back the hell up or Im gonna ventilate you. I dont do nothing just because someone says to. And who the hell are They?"
The man looks at her curiously before speaking. "They are the Source. The One. They are where we gain our powers to destroy the blasphemous creatures that plague this world." Angel can only blink at that.
"You mean... the messengers?" she asks in a hoarse voice. He smiles at her. "That is one name They use, yes. Given to Them by their other servants on hunter-net." Angel can only blink. The messengers? They sent him to do this? What the hell does that mean? She frowns deeply at her thoughts. The man smiles and holds up a hand. "Listen to me, child. I bring Their will in my steps. Do as They require of you and you will be rewarded." She growls and points the gun at his face.
"Get out of here!" At her yell, the little girl wakes up. Brushing her hair from her lavender eyes, she whimpers in fear at the sight of her "mother" pointing a gun at the strange man in front of her. The man laughs lightly and moves forward and she attempts to squeeze the trigger. However before she can even manage that simple act, he holds up his hand again and she freezes up. "Calm down, child. All will make sense in the end. Just for now, we have something to take care of..." He points at the little girl and Angel finds herself turning the gun on her own daughter. She starts to scream, feeling her body inexorably turning to the scared girl on the bed, whose now crying. "Mommy...?" Angel can feel herself going to squeeze the trigger.
"No!" She yells out and hurls the gun aside, watching it bounce off the wall and land in the corner. The stranger can only blink at her actions.. "What?! How did you resist it? They provided me that power! It cannot be resisted!" He bellowed in a frustrated tone. Looking at Angel with a face of pure anger, he takes out a large knife and holds it up. "I will kill you for denying their will."
Backing up, Angels eyes move around the room furtively. Good going genuis. Toss away your protection. As she stumbles onto the bed, her hand lands on the nightstand and her hand lands over something hard and ceramic. With a loud cry, she flings the ashtray with all her might, catching the stranger by surprise. The heavy object smashes into his throat, aided by the force of her anger. Dropping his knife, the man falls to the floor, gasping for air and clutching at his shattered windpipe. "Kary, get your bag. Were leaving. Now!" The little girl scrambles to get her stuff as Angle moves to get her gun. The messengers did this. Ive killed another Imbued because of the messengers... If this is their will...
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Subject: Freedom
From: Angel215
To: [email protected]
This is my last post to this site. Its finally happened. They have come for us. Its a long story, but to spare you the point, this man tried killing my adopted daughter. He went on this whole deal about how the messengers were here to purge the world of the supernatural menace and how he was their chosen instrument. And he did... something to me. Almost as if he were controlling my mind. Just one problem for him. Im not like him. My minds been shattered by my experiences already. Tried to make me kill my little girl... I killed him. Hes dead. The messengers be damned! Nobody takes my little girl from me and if their only reason for coming down is to force us humans to kill those who they dont like... Well lets just say Ive never been a fan of racism. Im not a nazi. I wont mindlessly kill one monster for another. To hell with that. Ill never bow my head to them and if they dont like that, well then to hell with them. Any with a brain will leave this site. Its just a book of names and IPs. One day, when they come for you like they did me, you will think about how you should have heeded my advice. Leave now. We dont have much time. Godspeed. Never let your path be guided by the unknown. Blaze your own trail.
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Veronica Anderson, "Angel215", "Angel"
Nature: Caregiver
Demeanor: Survivor
Creed: Wayward
Virtue: Vision
Age: 29
Strength: 2, Dexterity: 3, Stamina: 2
Charisma: 3, Manipulation: 4, Appearance: 4
Perception: 3, Intelligence: 3, Wits: 3
Alertness: 2, Athletics: 4 (Running), Awareness: 2, Dodge: 3, Intimidation: 2, Leadership: 3, Subterfuge: 4 (Lies)
Crafts: 3, Demolitions: 1, Drive: 2, Firearms: 3, Melee: 1, Performance: 4 (Dancing), Security: 3, Stealth: 2, Technology: 2
Academics: 1, Computers: 2, Finance: 2, Investigation: 2, Medicine: 1, Research: 2
Languages: English
Backgrounds
Resources: 2, Arsenal: 2, Contacts: 3, Continued Exposure: 5 (Fae child)
Edges
(Deviance) Impart, Forewarn, Enrage, Penetrate (Martyrdom) Demand, Witness, Ravage (Vengeance) Impact, Cleave (Defense) Ward
Virtues
Mercy: 6, Vision: 9, Zeal: 4
Conviction: 6
Willpower: 7
Derangements: Monophobia, Manic-Depressive, Obsession (Protect Kary)
Background
Born into a well off family in Colorado, Veronica Anderson was your normal everyday girl. She went to dance classes, was on her high school track team, married her high school sweetheart and was making plans to have children. However, fate had other plans for where her life would end up.
On her 24th birthday, Veronica was out with her friends, enjoying a girls night out and had made plans with her husband to spend their night doing everything but sleeping. They had been trying to have kids for awhile and they were hoping that night would be the special night they would succeed. As she headed home, she kept getting this feeling. A bad feeling in the pit of her stomach, but she couldnt figure out what was wrong. Figuring something she had eaten simply hadnt agreed with her, she went home. Walking inside, she was shocked to see her husbands boss there, speaking to her husband at the table. Looking from one to the other, her husband simply smiled at her and instructed her to get drinks for the three of them. Preparing the drinks as asked, Veronica was worried what was going on. Her husband had told her tonight would be special and she was looking forward to it, but no. Another night with the boss around, talking about work. Turning to bring the drinks to the two men, she stopped in her tracks. The words on the calender had changed. THEY SEEK TO HURT YOU.
Figuring she was at least partially drunk from earlier, she closed her eyes and counted to ten. When she reopened them, the words were gone. Thinking that it had passed, she headed out into the dining room and could only stare in abject horror. Both her husband and his boss appeared as disfigured half goat, half men. Unsure of what was going on, she tried to head back into the kitchen, but somethin in her was calling out. Demanding that she destroy these two. Grabbing a wrench that was being used to work on the sink, she ran into the room and smashed it into her husbands bosses head, smashing it in. As her husband jumped up in shock, she swung around and smashed him across the jaw, knocking him to the floor before she bludgeoned him, killing him as well. At this point her haze of anger was slowly passing and she was terrified. How would she explain this? How could she explain this? Fearing being thrown in jail, she took her money, jewelry and some clothes before she torched the house and ran off. Since then she has changed her hair many times and uses a variety of dress styles and make up to do her best to mask her appearance. At times dressing like a businesswoman, at others like a goth and still others like a bum, she has only gotten more dangerous as time has passed.
After several months, she was recruited into a group of Imbued who showed her hunter-net and tried to work with her. They also betrayed her in the end, trying to lock her up. They feared her changes in demeanor; at times so docile and others so demanding and controlling... and violent. This ended poorly as one member of their group was killed and yet another left paralyzed by a bullet from her after he tried to reason with her at her then home. It took a short while before she was allowed to be goaded out of her hiding but one of the men in the first group, Igor, approached her and eventually talked her into leaving. Drawn to him by her Monophobia and the strange peace he provided to her simply by being in his presence, they went about starting up a wholly new group of hunters. They acted as if she had never hurt those other two Imbued, Igor firmly convinced that the group had driven her to those extremes. This group was more successful than the first, but would also be the thing that changed her life even more drastically than her imbuing. The only time she lost control of herself was when the corpse of her husband came after them, trying to kill her. But even this wouldnt shake her off her road of forced control.
As they attempted to destroy a building that was known to be run by some monsters the dopes on hunter-net call Nightmares or Goblins, they came across a young on. A little girl that was hiding in a corner, scared of the violence that was going on and crying out for someone to help her. As the bully of the group, Drake, went to kill the young one, to make sure there was none left to report what their group had done, Veronica surprsied them all. She stopped him. It took alot of work to convince them not to kill the child, but the normally volatile Veronica, seemed desperate to let this girl live; to take her with them even. After pleading her case to Igor and with the aide of the compassionate, Zoe, the pacifist of their group, she managed to keep the girl alive. However the group didnt want the child to know where they called home, so she was forced to stay with the girl in a nearby hotel. It took months but eventually the girl warmed up to her savior and Veronica found in her a method of control. Using the girl as her focus she has begun to take steps to force herself out of her violent mindset that typifies waywards and has found within herself a willingness to fight... to die for someone. A monster at that.
However, even this hard fought peace would be destroyed. A man who claimed to be the direct servant of the ones who Imbue the hunters attempted to force her to kill the child; the girl she looked on as her daughter. She managed to fight past the influence he was somehow exerting over her and to kill him instead. However, the damage of this was done. She left her group of Imbued and has begun to wander the United States, trying to sort things out. Veronica has become an implacable enemy of the Messengers, viewing them as monsters who merely are too well hidden to be directly Hunted, and she is none too fond of the other Imbued themselves, especially those who seem to revere those who Imbued them. She seems to be focused on protecting the girl with her and trying to convince others to fight against the will of the Messengers. To those who share her point of view, she will teach them what she can, aide them in whatever means she can and leave shortly, promising to speak to them soon. It seems as if she is trying to organize something. Like she has some grand scheme in mind. Whatever it is, it is doubtful that any could guess where her fractured mind is going, but it is likely to be a problem for those who are loyal to the Messengers and the even less benign powers that seem to stand over even them.