The great campaign

Davil watched from behind a chimney on a house downwards as the Striders were in the streets looking for him. They were on their horses, Winchester rifles in hand, and ready to kill. All of them wore light blue suits, with Golden lapels that shone in the darkness of the night. "Damnit, a whole month on the hunt for that thing and he still escaped!" One of them said. "We would've had him too," another responded, "if that gigantic beast hadn't come in between us." "Yeah," the first replied discapointed. "what even was that boss? Was it magical?" The boss named Harry was the only one amongst them who wore a hat. The conversation between his two followers didn't catch his attention, as he was still convinced that he could find it. He looked deep into the streets, then he watched the rooftops. When he saw a shadow move slightly he immediately got from his horse, then jumped all the way above the houses to get a clear view. At first he thought he saw nothing, until he looked behind a chimney. He saw a trail of fluid that shimmered in the Moonlight... blood. The boss landed, and got on top of his horse again. "Did you see something?" The first Strider asked. "No," Harry replied, he waited a minute, looking like he was in deep thought, then said. "Oh and yes, that second creature, I've seen it before, on the battlefields years ago, it's one of Grofields experiments." The second strider replied flabbergasted, "Grofield! That mad scientist? how did one of his abomination's get so deep in the Highlands. Isn't that a national threat?" "Maybe, but that's something that the higher ups have to discuss. All I know for sure is that there is a new thing on our kill list." The boss put his horse at a gallop. "That bloedzuiger, he couldn't have gotten far either. Let's try to find him." While he said all that, the boss showed some coded language with his hands. Both of the followers gave the Boss a "ayay." Davil let himself fall into a alley earlier, then waited anxiously while listening to the knocking off horses hooves to go farther away. 100 meters, 300 meters, then eventually 655 meters, they were finally out of range. For the first time that night he finally relaxed, then leaned onto a trashcan with a sigh of relief. Davil was hurt all over: he was shot multiple times on his chest and back area, he was stabbed once, and his right shoulder was completely burnt, to the point his skin was black and crispy. But that didn't matter to him, all that mattered was that he was hungry. He didn't care what it was: a mouse, a rabbit, a deer, or even... He sniffed the air a couple of times. "a human." He said softly, then took a deep snif again as if he was smelling some turkey in the oven on Thanksgiving. They were fairly close, and he was not about to let them go. Davil got out of the alley, and walked with a limp towards them. His mind was in a haze, as if he was drunk; everything around him was moving in unnatural ways, the houses were growing and shrinking to scary sizes, the street lamps seemed to be looking at him. One thing was not strange though, that person. Davil took a right at a crossroad, then there she was. A lovely woman coming from work he guessed. She was wearing a cap with a feather on it, a shirtwaist, and a red wrapped skirt. Though he could sense a weapon on her, Davil was sure he could easily take her, he was going to make it fast so she didn't even know what was happening, at least that was the plan. He collapsed under a streetlamp before he could do anything. The woman concerned for the stranger infront of her, hurried towards him, and asked if he was alright. She was still holding on to her gun and stayed at a distance, but still tried to do her best. Davil ignored this, and whispered to himself while sweating buckets, "Your better than this Jardin, don't do this, were not like the rest, so don't do this." A spirit on his left shoulder argued, "f**k it, just eat." While the another on his right pleaded, "you are better than this Jardin, you are." Davil his blood was dripping to the floor for a while now, and when a small pool of it was created, the woman cast aside her gun and asked, "how did you end up in a state like this mister?" Davil didn't answer, she put her hands on his back after hearing him heavily wheeze for air. "Someone, get a doctor!" She yelled, "Or the guards, anything will help please!" "Don't!" Davil interupted, he was now directly looking at her, causing her to get a clear view of his face. She saw something that horrified her so much that she ran away screaming. Her wails were those of woman that that wanted someone to protect her. She was wearing high heels, but those didn't concern her, even though her ankles would bend with almost every step. What she saw that day she would never in her life forget, it would haunt her for the rest of her life. Ankles were the least of her problems "Don't let her get away now Davil, it would be bad rep for your kind." A voice that came from above made Davil immediately stand up. It was Harry, with his two followers hiding behind the curvature of the roofs. Their guns were pointed at him. Davil cursed at himself for the fact that he was dumb enough to be fooled like that. Maybe the horses left, but they didn't. "She is still within your distance, if you try she is yours. Come on! Show us what kind of beast that you are." Harry continued. He was challenging Davil, knowing exactly in what kind of state he was. He wanted Davil to be something that wasn't human, to prove him right. The two gunmen beside him were waiting to see, they just needed a reason, a command. Davil his mouth was watering as his eyes constantly flicked to the running woman. Then he grabbed his forehead like he had a headache. "No I will not." He yelled, "I am not like that Harry." "We will see about that." Harry wispered to himself. "Shoot him boys!" Two shots got fired at that Davil, both of opened holes in a cloud of black smoke. Then like a swarm of bats the smoke moved and surrounded the left shooter, and circled the man. The Shooter panicked, you could see it on his face as he shot all around him but mostly to the air, and let out roars of anger but mostly fear. Those roars soon turned into sounds of couching and moments later to choking as the clouds started moving into every orifice that the man had. The Shooter was now flailing his arms wildly, trying to get the cloud away from him. Though it only came closer to him. His face was turning red as he was holding to his neck with both hands, until he reached out to the other two men for help. The first Shooter wanted to, but didn't dare to fire his rifle, scared to hit his partner. He was gritting his teeth, watching as his comrade fall to the earth with his eyes rolled to the sky . "Sir, please do something!" He begged, "He's gonna kill Bill!" Harry stayed calm and watched with a cool smirk on his face. He then put one arm besides him, pulled back, then pushed towards the cloud of smoke. Instantly a gust of wind blew the smoke of the now unconscious man. The smoke took a curve back towards the men and landed above the sleeping shooter were Davil now materialized. The right Shooter that was behind Harry immediately fired as many shots at Davil as he possibly could, but Davil reacted quick. He took the unconscious man by the hair, peeled his from the roof, and used him as a bullet shield. The dead man got shot more than once, and when he was filled with bullets Davil threw the body to the side. The first shooter cried, while reloading his gun, "Bill! You killed Bill!" There was genuine pain and hatred in his voice. Harry seemed stayed quiet as he got into his battle stance and pulled out his sword. A fight with harry was something Davil wanted avoided at all cost, certainly in his state. When he was done reloading the shooter readied himself to fire again, looking down the crosshairs to fire the perfect shot at Davil head. Davil his mouth was leaking with spit, his eyes looking at Harry and the shooter behind him like a cornered animal does. He wanted to go to the shooter and kill him already, but that meant facing off with Harry. He had no choice, so he pulled his sword out of the sheath then put it beside his head, now he was standing in the lightning style. Which was a style that is supposed to wait for an opening in the opponents guard and finish the battle in one speedy strike. But Davil saw what everyone would see if they could use a sword, there were no openings in Harry's form. Harry put one eyebrow up then his face turned one of pity. "You know damn well that the lighting style won't work on me anymore," then he shifted his sword style to one where his shoulder was open to attack. "But I'll guess I'll throw you a bone Davil. Specially since today we will end our quarrel." "I remember when you weren't as bold with your words Harrison." Davil snarled. "That was before I knew you were killable." Harry turned to the shooter behind him and advised, "When I strike him down make and he falls, shoot him a couple of times to make sure he's dead." He then faced Davil again. Both of them stood still, questioning whether to attack or defend, as both of them knew, a wrong move could mean death. Davil inched forward, then stopped, took in a deep breath, and in a blink of an eye was a few steps infront of Harry. At that second all of Harry's openings closed and he slashed towards the incoming Davil. He hit nothing, as Davil sidestepped past Harry towards the shooter. The shooter was clueless to what even was happening as this all happened in a blink of an eye, so he didn't notice when the tip of Davils blade went through his eye and then the back of his head. Davil then quickly snatched with his empty hand the rifle that was in the hands of the shooter, took it by the shoulder stock, turned back to Harry who was still moving away, then fired three shots toward him. One at where he was, the others at where Davil expected him to go. One of them hit Harry in the back, and with the speeds at what he was moving got carried of by his momentum from the roof. He crashed through a window and you could hear the rubble fall. Davil knew he wouldn't be a problem for a while, So he relaxed for a second and fell to his knees. He was panting for his life, and the spit was drooling out of his mouth. He already was exhausted, but after that standoff he was close to passing out. One thing that was still strong were his senses for smell and taste. The smell of blood took him by nose nose and dragged his attention to the body beside him. The blood already started leaking out of the hole in the head. Now, every part of Davil just said "f**k it." And he crawled to the body, and took a bite. He was drinking for a good while and felt every wound on his body heal up again. When he was sober once more, with the blood on his lips making a trail to his chin, Davil had a mental breakdowns. Questioning what he had done and if he even could control himself when he was weak. "Am I actually nothing more than a beast, like Harry said I was. A monster cosplaying as a human. Do I look at other people like potential friends... or food. I don't know... No, i actually do. Maybe I have to accept what I've been for these last decades. Maybe, this so called day I wil confront Lotvie, has been a lie I convinced myself. I keep abandoning the ones I love in their times of need. So is this actually the cowards way I have been taking like they say." Him questions to himself got interupted by the sounds of footsteps. They are still far away, but they're definitely coming this way. The other soldiers were coming to help Harry, he couldn't be there when they did. So he fled, into the night, away from that city, into the woods. It would be months before he would step into another city.