?Your Going Down?
A Song by Sick Puppies
Define your meaning of war
To me it's what we do when we're bored
I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop
And it makes me want it more
Because I'm hyped up out of control
If it's a fight, I'm ready to go
I wouldn't put my money on the other guy
If you know what I know that I know
It's been a long time coming
And the table's turned around
'Cause one of us is going
One of us is going down
I'm not running,
It's a little different now
'Cause one of us is going
One of us is going down
Define your meaning of fun
To me it's when we're getting it done
I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop
So get ready for another one
Let's take a trip down memory lane
(Do you remember me?)
The words circling in my brain
(And what you did to me)
You can treat this like another all the same
But don't cry like a bitch when you feel the pain
It's been a long time coming
And the table's turned around
'Cause one of us is going
One of us is going down
I'm not running,
It's a little different now
'Cause one of us is going
One of us is going down
This is hardly worth fighting for
But it's the little petty shit that I can't ignore
When my fist hits your face and your face hits the floor
It'll be a long time coming
But you got the message now
'Cause I was never going
Yeah, you're the one that's going down
One of us is going down
I'm not running,
It's a little different now
'Cause one of us is going
One of us is going down
One of us is going down
Sully had quite the reputation in Rhy?Din, though it was far from reputable. He was known as the Dockside Snatcher, a serial killer that had plagued and terrorized the cobblestone streets of the city for almost a decade. Sully?s favorite prey were children and his demented need for murder and torture was the unknown solution to many of the mysterious disappearances of the innocents over the last few years. Tonight Sully was the one that was being hunted.
Sully stopped in the dark alley, behind the Red Dragon Inn, hoping he had lost what was chasing him. He was panting hard. He doubled over painfully and grabbed the back of his legs. As he felt the blood rush to his face, he tried to stretch out the throbbing muscles in his calves. He had been relentlessly stalked by a creature for almost twenty minutes now. At first he thought it had been a feral dog, but as he tried to catch his breath he now wasn?t so sure. If it was but a mere dog that had been chasing him, then it was the biggest damn dog he had ever seen.
The black dire wolf came out of the shadows of the alley from nowhere, its eyes were glowing an eerie emerald green. It leapt impossibly high. Before Sully could get out of the way or even scream, the wolf?s fangs closed down on his neck sending the Dockside Snatcher sprawling to the hard cobblestones. Sully landed on his side with such an impact the wind was knocked out of his body. Sully was dazed and before he could even think about defending himself, his neck was ripped asunder, his larynx torn from the soft flesh of his neck.
After some time, the dire wolf lifted its muzzle slowly from its prey?s throat. The wolf?s bloody canines glistened as they caught the moonlight. The wolf had been starving and Sully?s warm blood was invigorating, quenching its thirst. With its belly full of warm blood and its hunger sated, the black wolf simply turned back down the alley, leaving Sully?s corpse to rot. Silent and concealed by the darkness of the mid-summer night the dire wolf raced toward the West-End.
Minutes later in the West-End, the dire wolf leapt easily through the open downstairs window of a newly renovated brownstone. The interior of the brownstone?s ground floor was spacious but fairly empty with the exception of few pieces of furniture. Open cardboard boxes and small wooden crates were strewn here and there, for the new owner was in the process of unpacking and just settling in. The wolf silently padded across the wooden floor and upon reaching the staircase, it ascended the stairs a few steps at a time. The dire wolf knew exactly where it was going and silently traipsed down the hallway until it finally arrived at the master bedroom. With a single bound the wolf landed lightly on the large comfortable bed.
The woman sleeping in the bed stirred momentarily but soon the wolf could hear her breathing slow as she once again returned to her restful slumber. The wolf stood in the bed beside her, its emerald green eyes sweeping over her naked form. Moonlight filtered in through the louvers of a shuttered window and danced over her delicate curves. She was gorgeous, a goddess, in the wolf?s eyes. As it watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest, desire stirred in its blood. She looked so peaceful and content. For a moment the wolf thought it should let her sleep, but the wolf had been completely invigorated from the kill in the alley and the yearning for her touch soon outweighed any traces of guilt it might be feeling.
The wolf nuzzled its maw gently into her neck, taking in the familiar aroma of jasmine. Her scent was an addiction to him, a drug testing his self control whenever she was near. A subconscious thought triggered something deep within him at the cellular level. The shift was instantaneous, the cellular manipulation of the wolf's form happening in the blink of an eye. The nuzzling of the wolf?s maw at her neck had been replaced with the gentle warmth of Zan?s lips, though still a bit bloody from his deadly encounter with Sully. As he lay beside her, his strong hand delicately traced a gentle caress over her upper thigh. His teasing touch was warm, an after effect of the recent feeding. Zan?s lips slowly and seductively traced the curve of her neck, the blood from his kiss leaving an aqueous crimson trail across her pale skin. He smiled as her back arched at his touch. A soft moan escaped her lips as Zan's kiss paused at the edge of her collarbone. He whispered again her bare skin, his tone barely audible.
?Wake up, love.?
A Song by Sick Puppies
Define your meaning of war
To me it's what we do when we're bored
I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop
And it makes me want it more
Because I'm hyped up out of control
If it's a fight, I'm ready to go
I wouldn't put my money on the other guy
If you know what I know that I know
It's been a long time coming
And the table's turned around
'Cause one of us is going
One of us is going down
I'm not running,
It's a little different now
'Cause one of us is going
One of us is going down
Define your meaning of fun
To me it's when we're getting it done
I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop
So get ready for another one
Let's take a trip down memory lane
(Do you remember me?)
The words circling in my brain
(And what you did to me)
You can treat this like another all the same
But don't cry like a bitch when you feel the pain
It's been a long time coming
And the table's turned around
'Cause one of us is going
One of us is going down
I'm not running,
It's a little different now
'Cause one of us is going
One of us is going down
This is hardly worth fighting for
But it's the little petty shit that I can't ignore
When my fist hits your face and your face hits the floor
It'll be a long time coming
But you got the message now
'Cause I was never going
Yeah, you're the one that's going down
One of us is going down
I'm not running,
It's a little different now
'Cause one of us is going
One of us is going down
One of us is going down
Sully had quite the reputation in Rhy?Din, though it was far from reputable. He was known as the Dockside Snatcher, a serial killer that had plagued and terrorized the cobblestone streets of the city for almost a decade. Sully?s favorite prey were children and his demented need for murder and torture was the unknown solution to many of the mysterious disappearances of the innocents over the last few years. Tonight Sully was the one that was being hunted.
Sully stopped in the dark alley, behind the Red Dragon Inn, hoping he had lost what was chasing him. He was panting hard. He doubled over painfully and grabbed the back of his legs. As he felt the blood rush to his face, he tried to stretch out the throbbing muscles in his calves. He had been relentlessly stalked by a creature for almost twenty minutes now. At first he thought it had been a feral dog, but as he tried to catch his breath he now wasn?t so sure. If it was but a mere dog that had been chasing him, then it was the biggest damn dog he had ever seen.
The black dire wolf came out of the shadows of the alley from nowhere, its eyes were glowing an eerie emerald green. It leapt impossibly high. Before Sully could get out of the way or even scream, the wolf?s fangs closed down on his neck sending the Dockside Snatcher sprawling to the hard cobblestones. Sully landed on his side with such an impact the wind was knocked out of his body. Sully was dazed and before he could even think about defending himself, his neck was ripped asunder, his larynx torn from the soft flesh of his neck.
After some time, the dire wolf lifted its muzzle slowly from its prey?s throat. The wolf?s bloody canines glistened as they caught the moonlight. The wolf had been starving and Sully?s warm blood was invigorating, quenching its thirst. With its belly full of warm blood and its hunger sated, the black wolf simply turned back down the alley, leaving Sully?s corpse to rot. Silent and concealed by the darkness of the mid-summer night the dire wolf raced toward the West-End.
Minutes later in the West-End, the dire wolf leapt easily through the open downstairs window of a newly renovated brownstone. The interior of the brownstone?s ground floor was spacious but fairly empty with the exception of few pieces of furniture. Open cardboard boxes and small wooden crates were strewn here and there, for the new owner was in the process of unpacking and just settling in. The wolf silently padded across the wooden floor and upon reaching the staircase, it ascended the stairs a few steps at a time. The dire wolf knew exactly where it was going and silently traipsed down the hallway until it finally arrived at the master bedroom. With a single bound the wolf landed lightly on the large comfortable bed.
The woman sleeping in the bed stirred momentarily but soon the wolf could hear her breathing slow as she once again returned to her restful slumber. The wolf stood in the bed beside her, its emerald green eyes sweeping over her naked form. Moonlight filtered in through the louvers of a shuttered window and danced over her delicate curves. She was gorgeous, a goddess, in the wolf?s eyes. As it watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest, desire stirred in its blood. She looked so peaceful and content. For a moment the wolf thought it should let her sleep, but the wolf had been completely invigorated from the kill in the alley and the yearning for her touch soon outweighed any traces of guilt it might be feeling.
The wolf nuzzled its maw gently into her neck, taking in the familiar aroma of jasmine. Her scent was an addiction to him, a drug testing his self control whenever she was near. A subconscious thought triggered something deep within him at the cellular level. The shift was instantaneous, the cellular manipulation of the wolf's form happening in the blink of an eye. The nuzzling of the wolf?s maw at her neck had been replaced with the gentle warmth of Zan?s lips, though still a bit bloody from his deadly encounter with Sully. As he lay beside her, his strong hand delicately traced a gentle caress over her upper thigh. His teasing touch was warm, an after effect of the recent feeding. Zan?s lips slowly and seductively traced the curve of her neck, the blood from his kiss leaving an aqueous crimson trail across her pale skin. He smiled as her back arched at his touch. A soft moan escaped her lips as Zan's kiss paused at the edge of her collarbone. He whispered again her bare skin, his tone barely audible.
?Wake up, love.?