Demon of the Basement

The Blood Begins To Spill...

        Life was never the same when the creature of the HHF basement was let loose. It terrorized the citizens of new york city with no sign of ever stopping. It took the collective strengths of Joe Andrew and kelsey to end it's terrible hunger, but before that time many lives were taken.

        Karl Galvan, a man of ill repute, was the eccentric partier  who never passed up a night of dancing. He was a knife wielding jester of a man who knew how to have a good time and make a lot of friend, but it was also this trait that ultimately cost him his life by the creature. On one particularly long friday night, Karl faked a sickness to go home early. It was his plan to go out to a dance hall and lose himself in the ecstasy of the night.

        He was envied by the others for his stamina. His energy infused his character, but he was also absent minded. He had not intended on meeting the creature that night, and thusly had not been prepared for its ultimate betrayal. Karl found himself alone in an alley, lights flickering all around him when the creature attacked from the shadows. It sliced open Karl's stomach spilling the poor employee's innards on the ground. As Karl lay their dying he smelled the familiar sent of the creature, and knew he had been bested by a useless wreck.  The creature licked its lips, covered  with the blood of Karl, with delight.

        Though a powerhouse, and a hero among men Sami Chaura was next to go. He fought bravely against the creature, and even managed to wound it, but in the end even the mighty warrior fell victim to the slim's back stabbing nature. He did however, manage to wound it, forcing the creature to hibernate for some time. It had lost and arm and its left eye, and swore revenge on the crew of the HHF.

        Irwin and Tim managed to last the longest once word was out that the creature was out for revenge. Both were sharpshooting assassin's and managed to almost kill the creature, but it slithered away in the darkness, and attacked the two in a blind rage from behind, ripping their spines out, and drinking their blood.

        Andy and Mike were attacked without any chance of survival. Andy managed to escape for a time, running as far as his legs would take him, but in the end the creature was faster. It croaked an evil laugh and continued its path of murderous rage.

        Tempted by the knowledge that it was almost done with its task the creature grew cocky and attacked one of the last remaining senior officers of the HHF in broad day light. Jeremy was ready and waiting. Wielding a sword in both hands Jeremy approached the creature with tempered patience. The blades were an extension of his arms with the intent to kill the monster before it did any more harm. He sliced it thrice but the creature barely felt it, laughing off the pain, as it continued to circle around the swordsman.