Fast 88

The Fastest Man Alive

Fast 88

By: BigToFu

Benjamin Blake

Vampire Hunter : Ohh, I see you have arrived to try a little sucky sucky on these poor villagers.

Vampire Diva : Eww, don’t say it like that.

Resting my back on the wall of the balcony overlook, I looked down and watched as the mutated vampire stalked another. The Music was bumping and the humans that had signed up for this shit were being bled dry, a blissful smile on their face, none the wiser.

Frank released a grunt and made a motion with his shotgun, that was of course out of the holster and in a low carry. “Are we not gonna do anything?”

“Not so sure, I’m pretty certain that they’ll betray us the first chance they get.” I replied with a shrug, took a thinking pose then spoke again. “I know they want to drain Blade’s blood and a few other things.”

Frank grunted again, “Alright…”

I looked at him and watched the way Frank shifted for a moment before I gave in because as they say, teamwork makes the dream work. Turning away from Frank and looking down over the balcony, I aimed a finger gun at the back of Priest ‘s head, because it was clear that he was the unsuspecting prey this afternoon.

With my aim held steady on the back of Priest s head, I pulled back on my power and only let out a minor air bullet. No one noticed the shift in air currents and I smiled as it went smack right in the back of Priest s head.

“Oye, what the fuck!” Priest  yelled out a hand going to the back of his head as he looked around his local area pissed and ready for a fight. Turns out that even with a warning you cant cure stupid.

That moron Priest  turns around yelling and completely ignores the ultra-disfigured zombie standing right there dripping saliva and other nasty fluids. Frank and I watched as the attacking mutated vamp hiss and then launched himself at Priest and went right for the throat. Frank threw his hands up in sheer disbelief before jumping over the railing.

Yeah, I wasn’t about to do that shit, I kept my ass where I was and just chilled. Hell, I might as well pull a Whistler and snag me a lurker for study. Frank arrived just in time to help Priest  pull the mutated vampire from his neck…

Ohhhh, there goes the jugular and spray of blood.

Damn, Priest  stood no chance as the mutated vampire ripped him a new one. Once the blood started to spray was when the rest of the vampire club kicked into high gear. The screams of panic made me *tsk* and shake my head. Immortal night predators my ass, they were every bit human as the prey they fed on.

With a shake of my head, I looked away, checked my watch and found that it was only half an hour till sunlight. Seeing that, I decided on my next action and ghosted away through the shadows. Might as well speed things up. Reappearing at the top of the nightclub, I spied Blade having a standoff against Nomak, well, I guess that was taken care of. Teleporting within the shadows once more, I reappeared on the roof of the club overlooking the back alley.

There was a kra-thoom up above, the lightning making itself known amongst the rain, but I paid it no mind. What I did pay attention to was the alleyway filled with the mutated vampire grunts. A savage smile on my lips, I ignored the rain as I pulled both chakrams from their holsters. With my left leg up against the ridge of the roof, I pivoted over and ran down the wall as if I was Spider-Man.

They looked up in surprise, but I was already spinning as I reached the halfway mark on the building. Jumping up and over them, I pulled off a Devil May cry Dante move as I unleashed both of my chakrams while upside down. My flying blades pinged off the alley walls then back into the group of mutated vampires. Before landing, there was a ping sound from my utility belt as a set of shuriken sprang outwards for me to catch. I noticed the silver nitrate along the edges before releasing them once more with the snap of my wrists.

DAT!

DAT!

DAT!

Went the sound of my shuriken as they slammed into the far door at the end of the alley, five mutated vampire’s bursting apart as my tools sliced through them. Pivoting on the tips of my feet, I catch my returning chakrams before shifting to the balls of my feet, then snapping them back out towards the walls with another snap of my wrist. This time instead of bouncing around the center of the group, the chakrams flew from the wall to the outer rims, sweeping up the remnants and flying back towards me.

One of the mutated vampires was conveniently able to duck and dodge the attack even as I played like I didn’t see him, though he did take a bolter round to the knee blowing the lower part of his leg off. With my capture secured, I put my bolter away inside of its holster, I raised my hand and caught the returning chakram. With my weapon returned, I finished my spin by planting it into the neck of a mutated vampire. It parted his flesh like butter, his head falling from his shoulders as the steel of my blade bit into the wall.

My chakram made no noise as I pulled it from the brick wall of the alleyway, inspected it and then placed it back in the holster before giving the area a critical once over. As I walked around and did some minor inspections, I made sure to dust the remains of the mutated vampires since I didn’t want their bodies to get into anyone’s hands.

SHIELD and HYDRA were still a thing along with AIM and all the other hidden powers of Marvel that I have been far too lazy to get rid of. Yeah, I would need to change that soon because I really didn’t like to leave the rats inside of my home. The planet was already mine even if I haven’t moved to conquer it, but those in power already knew. And this was because I owned the orbitals and he who owns the orbitals owns the world. Hell, I didn’t just own the orbitals, I owned the entire solar system with my space fleet and migrated planets.

As I thought about putting plans in motion during the invasion that I knew was going to happen. Uncle Fury had contacted me about being ordered to move the Tesseract to upstate New York and start experimenting with Eric Selvig. I walked down the alley as I thought about the events to come and how I could play them to my advantage. What I do know though is that HYDRA would have to go with the launch of that nuke.

Humming a little jingle, I did a shuffle, a smooth glide like I was a smooth criminal and spun around the corner finding the escaped mutated vampire stuck trying to get into the sewers. The leg I had shot off with the bolter was leaking that nasty yellow pus blood type thing. The upper half of his body was sort of stuck inside the triangle sewer looking contraption. Pulling a stasis ball from my utility belt, I gave it a light underhand toss and captured myself a mutated vampire.

Marking the sewer entrance the vampire was trying to use to escape, I turned around and left because no way in hell was I about to stick my face into the fucking sewer and whatever it might hold. Well, not by myself at any measure, so instead of investigating the scene and hole in the ground, I vanished into the shadows with a little flex of my powers.

Between heartbeats I walked out of a long shadow and into the club and boy was it interesting.

“Shut him the fuck up or I will!”

“Arrrghhh!”

“Somethings wrong, he’s burning up.”

Looking at the scene, I noticed that Priest  was be held down on the ground screaming his fucking head off. Walking over to the bar, I flicked a finger at the counter-top and cleared away the glass before bending over and summoning a red stripe to my hand. With a light hop and twist, I was turned back around to face the mess while sitting on top of the counter. A quick glance told me that Frank was doing his investigation thing on some of the humans that were clearly drained because of course the suck faces had no self-control. Frank could handle forwarding the images for a facial recognition program. There is no point in standing over his shoulder and telling the man how to do his job. 

“And where the fuck were you? Chupa barked as he stepped up to where I was sitting. I shrugged then went back to ignoring him, I took another drag of my red stripe. “The fuck?!”

With a sigh, I looked at Chupa with a bored expression then flicked my fingers towards the ceiling. The man flew upwards with a solid jerk from the gravity assistant that I kindly offered. Ignoring his screaming, I turned a smiling face at the rest of the vampires in the room who now all had their attention pointed at me. Staring them down, I took another swig from my red stripe and then another before finishing it in one go.

With my drink finished, I gave it a glance the tension in the room reaching higher and higher by the second. A light underhand toss had the bottle sailing outwards to hover in the middle of the room before it ground down into sand. Nothing was said as I pulled out the little stasis ball, I had captured the mutated vampire with, then threw it to the side well away from everyone. While I was doing that, Blade had made his way back down the stairs and into the room. He looked upwards and noticed the fool Chupa stuck to the ceiling, smoke slowly coming from his location. At closer inspection anyone could see the shifting sun and where it would go back and forth to graze his skin from reflections.

He was going to stay there for now and if he survived then I guess he would be going onto the next stage with the rest of us. They all watched my smooth transition from sitting to standing over the mutated vampire that tried to take a nice little bite out of my calf.

Taking half a step back, I brought my leg down hard on the vampire’s skull, making a point to twist my boot a little.

“Blake,” Blade called as he approached with such a stoic face, I would have thought him blank of emotions. “Why isn’t it dead?”