the Rouge Vampire

the rouge

Zackary's POV

Clunk, clunk, cluck

The quick sounds filled my sensitive ears. They sounded like work boots, and a lot of them. I listened even more closely to the sound that came a second to a half second after that; The swing of loose fitting clothes and weapons and ever soft pants leaving the street patrollers' mouths. I stopped walking and turned my head slightly to the side so I could see how many street patrollers there really were.

"Don't move!" One of the patrollers yelled as he cocked the pistol back with a click. The patroller must have been a rookie for the other patrollers had my name and face permanently engraved in their minds. I grinned and spun around. I had my hands up in the air where everyone could see them. My hands moved so fast that the patroller had no time to realize that he was weaponless. With the gun already cocked I had shot the rookie while he was still on the fact he was disarmed. deep red streaks quickly ran down his armor and dripped steadily to concrete. After a few seconds the man fell to the floor unconscious and soon to be dead.

"Don't put a gun in my face haven't you people learned by now that I don't like it and it only pisses me off even more? Street patrollers these days." I mused, while I cocked the gun back. The other street patrollers were a good distance away with their guns all aimed at me. I looked around and saw I was completely surrounded by street patrollers. I aimed the gun at one of the patrollers and pulled the trigger. The other patrollers watched as the bullet hit their leading officer. Once their leader was down they began unloading rounds on me. I quickly dodged the bullets and began snapping the necks. One by one I watched them fall. The two remaining street patrollers looked at each other. They thought for a second before they turned and began running away.

"Hey, don't run." I yelled under his breath as I ran after them. I cocked my gun back and shot it. Bang, the first one dropped and screamed in agony. I cocked the gun back again and shot the remaining runner. Bang, the second guy fell to the cold hard ground and die that instant with a bullet in the head. Knowing that the last guy was still alive I turned back and walked up to him. Fear filled his eyes.

"Street Patroller who gave you the orders to come after me?" I asked with a serious tone.

"Just kill me, and get it over with." He said as he held his wounded leg.

"What would be the fun in that?" I asked. "Now who authorized my capture?"

"You aren't getting anything from me." he panted

"I will eventually. Even if it takes breaking every bone in your feeble body I will find out." I threatened. I knew this patroller was no rookie, they wouldn't send a rookie on a mission like this unless they use him as bait.

"I will never tell you." The patroller said with defiant tone. With that I grabbed his upper arm and snapped the bone like a twig. He cried out in pain.

"Tell me who gave you the order?" I said as I moved down the guy's arm.

"I will never tell you." He cried out. I snapped one of the bones in his lower arm.

"I have all night, now I'll ask you again who the fuck gave you the order." I asked getting annoyed.

"never." He said. I snapped the other bone in his lower arm. Tears started rolling from his eyes. The pain must have been excruciating.

"Do you want to rethink that answer?" I asked as I gripped his broken arm hard. I began grabbing at his other arm. He screamed in agony.

"Sargent Bram Anthony." He cried out in total misery. I laughed and grabbed his neck.

"You have as good as signed the Sargent's death warrant, but I know you're already beating yourself up for your traitorous ways. I wouldn't want you to suffer..." I trailed off and watched as fear filled his eyes.

"No please I have a family..." he begged I laughed.

"Why do you lie?" I asked as I let out a humorless laugh. "Based on the code of all street patrollers, you forfeit the option of having a family and in order to have a family you are to retire from the patroller duty." With that said I crushed the liar's neck, not giving him the option to explain himself. Giving my handy work one last look I grabbed all the weapons off of the bodies of the dead street patrollers.

"Just another day in paradise." I laughed bitterly as I cocked the gun back with a click.