Ambush

[Narin Carter]

Narakuyama was a god awful place, damn scary too. The creatures which dwelled within only welcomed one kind of creature, family. Those infected with the Neo Spore Virus are welcomed here. They have a special connection with the creatures within the hell hole of Narakuyama, and unless they showed hostility, the majority of those mutated animals would welcome them as bretherin.

For those who were not infected with the virus, wandering through the hell of Narakuyama was pure madness, and one would seriously need a death wish to want to enter into its depths. The place was dark and relatively silent. The only things that could be heard in the specific district of Narakuyama which Narin had wandered into would be the faint pats of feet, and the howlings of the horrid creatures in the distance. This was truly a deserted sector of Narakuyama.

Narin had slipped into the reaches of Narakuyama through a fresh hole in the solid wall, away from the police barricades. He wandered silently, his hands in his pockets, head tilted down towards the floor, lost in thought, yet ever cautious of his surroundings. He would be wearing his snady coloured cloak, the hood up and his face covered in the shadows. Only the old street lights and the shining of the moon gave him sight, and even then it was minimal. Then!

"Grrrrr...."

The boy would suddenly be ambushed by several large dog like creatures. All of them would bear their teeth, growling before they began to howl and bark viciously. Circling the boy, he would come to a stop, and as they dashed at him, his cloak would fly up into the air, and his metalic left arm would be revealed from underneath.

He'd manage to punch one or tow away, dodging the others, yet he was in trouble here and they themselves had several tricks up their sleeves. From the dimly lit streets, a bright red glow would explode into the air, and the boy would fall to the floor from the force.

Yeah, these bastards somehow had Lotus Souls in them.

[Gene]

New to Japan and completely lost, he decided to look for the shittiest, slummiest, most violent area he could get his hands on. And of course, the area that was walled off and any possible entrance covered in cops was damn sure to be just the place Gene was looking for. Walking around the perimeter with his hands behind his head, he simply wandered along side the wall, walking straight past the Japanese cops. They called to him occasionally, though he hardly understood a word of it, and simply kept walking. He wasn't doing any thing so they let him be as he strolled past. Nearest he could tell from some old anime they were saying something about it being dangerous. Like he cared.

With a small smile on his face, Gene kept right on walking until he found a nice hole in the big ass wall. He halted very animatedly as he walked past it, a single leg in the air as he leaned back to check the hole. Doubling back he looked around before squeezing through. "Holy shit, this place is a fucking mess." He said quite plainly, walking along. Various growls and roars and howls could be heard in the distance "Fuck, what the hell do they have cooped up in this shit hole?" As he looked around, hands now at his sides.

Yelps could be heard along with roaring barks that echoed dully. Claw scrapes and clangs and thuds. Gene started to jog over, peering around the corner before planting his back against a wall, out of sight. Looking around, he found a half destroyed fire escape and started climbing. He was on the roof of a three story apartment building, looking down on the scene as a guy with a metal arm was getting jumped by some dog looking fuckers.

Running full blast toward the edge, he grunted as he jumped. "WOOOOHOOO!!!!" He boomed, dropping a double fisted smash onto the skull of one of the dogs, dropping it like a sack of bricks. "Need some help, guy?" He said with a huge grin. It didn't matter what he said, he was in the fight now and he charged right for one of the other dogs that was back away from the action and blasted it in the face with a rising kick that launched it up and back before he turned toward the rest and waited for the next one to come. "Now this is what I'm talking about." He said to himself, thoroughly excited.

[Narin Carter]

Narin would hear the loud yell of what he could only make out to be human, it caught his attention to the point where he turned his head to look, only catching the guy leaping off of the building and down onto the floor. Such a feat alone told Narin that this guy must have been able to use soul energy, which made him feel a whole load safer. His head would turn back, as a dog leaped for him. He would duck and rolls, hitting the floor harshly. He let out a yell as he came to a stand.

"I'd appreciate it." Narin would respond in his full British accent, looking for the next dog that came for him. It would leap, opening its mouth as it came at him through the air. Narin would merely feed his metal fist into the things mouth, shoving his arm up through and into its stomach he would clench down on whatever he could, before ripping it out and slamming it onto the ground. He would pull his arm free with a splatter of blood and stomach acid, before turning to the next dog, which he would dismiss with a hammer punch to the things skull, cracking the things head into the ground as he did so.

Things looked good, but one of the remaining dogs would sit down onto its hind legs, raising its head up before letting out an eerie howl, signalling for backup from its companions. Narin would back away slightly as flutters and shadows moved around them.

"This doesn't look good buddy." he would say to his new found ally, yet without emotion in his voice. He was still calm and cool headed.

[Gene]

Cracking his knuckles, Gene only smiled. "I don't know what you're talking about, guy. This is where it gets better." Clearly an American accent, with this guy clearly British. Couple of foreigners in the middle of some random hell hole in the middle of Japan. Awesome. And to make it all better, wolves. And a shit load of them by the looks of the yellow and green eyes approaching in the darkness. Walking up on the wolf doing the howling, Gene picked up speed to his limited sprint at the last second and grabbed it by the throat with his right hand. He wasn't strong enough to lift the over-sized dog with one hand, but he was plenty strong to crush its throat with it on the ground. It writhed and thrashed on the ground, breathing what it could before it stopped squirming and lay flat on the ground, not quite dead yet, but close enough.

The distant eyes were approaching quickly as Gene cracked his neck and wiped his hand on his pants, getting the dog drool off. "Ya know, I never was a dog person." He said, looking over at the brit with the metal arm. He looked back toward the advancing pack. They were visible silhouettes now, and in a few seconds, they'd be on top of the two. A quick count of the eyes and a little math. Ten. Five each, that was easy, especially with that metal arm on their side. They'd already fucked up that many in the last minute.

Quick enough, a wolf was jumping at gene, fangs bared. Gene stomped in with his left foot and swung his right in a huge hay-maker as a flash of light set off and Genes bracer burst off, one of the metal pieces clipping another wolf in the head, killing it. The wolf gene was punching went flying as the God Hand made impact with its throat. He looked at his hand for a moment before looking up at the other guy. "Ya know, I REALLY love the timing on this thing sometimes...." With a giant smirk, he ran off, straight for another wolf. A laughing shout and he bashed the wolf on top of the head with the God Hand, knocking it out, Another wolf jumped at him and tackled him down. Holding it by the throat, with his glowing right arm, Gene bashed it in the chest with his left. Just as strong as his right, and with crushing force on the throat, the wolf fell aside dead.

Launching himself off his shoulders, he looked around for the other guy and the rest of the wolves. He was starting to like this place.

[Narin Carter]

"Ya know, I never was a dog person."

Narin's head would turn to face his newfound ally as he spoke. Narin would smirk at his comment before turning back to face the new arrivals. More fun? Possibly. One thing that was for sure, was that this guy right here seemed to enjoy a fight, and seeing as he had soul energy he was likely one of these elemental users that Narin had seen a little of. That, or he was infected with the Neo Spore virus, but he didn't quite know and he had yet to see any powers.

"Ya know, I REALLY love the timing on this thing sometimes...."

Narin would dash forward, gripping one of the wolf dog things by the neck as it leapt for him, he would spin and jump before slamming the dog down into one of its bretherin with quite a lot of force. He didn't have any soul energy, but the physical strength that his Neo Angelic arm gave him was a good advantage, and he hadn't even activated the Overdrive boost in the arm.

"I really need some new god damn parts for this thing." Narin would state as he slammed his fist down into the ribs of the two dogs, one after the other, before moving onto his next target. Two down, three to go.

He would dash forward, lifting into the air with a straight forward soccer kick into the mouth of another dog, bother lowering to his knee's with an elbow to the things head. Another would come, and Narin would dispose of it. The last dog would use some better tactics, positioned behind Narin, it would send another flame shot right into his back, which exploded, sending Narin a good distance away and onto the floor.

"Argh..." he would mutter as he fell, to which the dog would move to take him down again. Carelessness, it was a bitch.

[Gene]

"What the fuck? They have animal souls too? Damn...." He said, starting to run toward the last wolf. He wasn't fast enough to get to the brit before the wolf reached him, but he started thinking. Doing the math.... There'd be ten pairs of eyes, he was sure of that.... And he just took out four from the new batch, he was sure of that too. As near as he could figure, the wolf he was heading for was the British guy's fifth.... Now of course....That brought up the question, where the fuck did the tenth go? A flaming claw shot in an uppercut and launched Gene into the air and flying to his left.

He yelled as he flew and grunted when he hit the ground and rolled back to his feet. "Hey, guy..." He called to the one preoccupied with the other wolf. "Hurry the fuck up with that one...." He was looking dead at what hit him, the right side of his shirt smoldering. Otherwise he was unhurt, no cut from the claws, the God Hand prevented that. But next time he probably wouldn't be so lucky as what looked like an A-typical werewolf was standing where Gene had just been. And A was right. Alpha-male...most likely.

Sighing a bit, Gene shot off at his limited speed, the God Hand only lasted for so long before he'd be fucked for quite a while.

[Narin Carter]

"Hurry the fuck up with that one...."

His clothes and body still smoldering from the fire attack, he would roll onto his front as the last of the dog creatures ran towards him. It lunged with its teeth open, and Narin would catch his metal hand in its mouth, before allowing his normal hand to join it, appyling force he would pull, until a sick popping sound echoed through the silent and broken streets. The dog would yell in severe pain, gargling with saliva and blood before dropping lifelessly to the ground.

Narin would take a stand, brushing his clothes free of dirt and fire. His blue eyes would scan around, looking for the larger and stronger wolf. Time for a little overdrive no?

Narin would rush forward at the creature, moving along side his ally. Coming closer to the thing, he would spin and jump, before slamming his fist down towards it, and into the ground. The force would easily shatter the ground, creating a crater of sorts and sending a shock wave of dust and rubble up around the creature. That was his overdrive working, double strength and a whole load of kick ass.

He was done, so he would take a step back and let the American guy take his turn.

[Gene]

Gene was already coming close to the werewolf as the Brit made his assault. He too jumped into the air with less speed, but more height. Of course Gene was thinking to himself that the guy should have used that strength on the wolf. He probably would have killed it in one shot. The God Hand shone brightly in the darkness as the man soared for the half blinded wolf. He could see Metal Boy out of the corner of his eye sitting it out. Fine by Gene, one hard cheap shot was all he'd need to even off the wolfs power with his.

As much as Gene loved fighting, he wasn't the most honerable combatant. Particularly when the prick had already given him the same. "DIE!" Gene boomed, the god hand dropping a massive hay-maker dead on the wolfs skull, cracking it, but not killing it. Hitting the ground running, Gene moved in on the wolf as it stumbled back and fired full force punches dead into its furry stomach. Blood and spit flew from the wolfs mouth as The God Hand crashed into it with blow after blow. It was now that Gene decided to get flashy.

And where he screwed up. With a shout, he ceased punching and ran up the wolfs front, aiming to do a flipping kick into its jaw. It leaned back and blasted a hard right flaming fist into Genes stomach, sending him flying with a spurt of blood flying from his mouth. Gene hit the ground just beyond the crater the brit had made, crunching up onto his shoulders before launching off them, back onto his feet in a wide kip-up. "Fucker, I liked this shirt...." The wolf stayed where it was however, welcoming the repreive from a god hand beating. At this rate, Gene was in no rush either, he'd only used up half the time that the God Hand usually gave him, there was plenty of golden fisted ass kicking to go around yet.

[Narin Carter]

Still not down?

The other guy hadn't managed to finish the thing off, and Narin was getting pretty darn annoyed with the wolf thing now. They'd been making a good deal of noise, and they were pretty close to the city limits, so the cops could have jumped in at any time and he wasn't about spending the night in a cell. His own eyes would be focused on the fight and as soon as Gene had cracked the wolf's skull into the floor, Narin would once again step in.

From the crater, his two arms would come to unite in lifting a large and overly heavy chunk of road. It was a struggle, as could be told from his voice. He would lift it, before throwing it up and onto the top of the wolf's head with force, and he hoped to hell that the thing was dead.

The dust would settle, and for a moment Narin would simply stand there in the silence of the moment. It would be a couple of seconds before he stepped forward to check the creature.

"Is the thing dead or do I have to give it another crack in the face?" Narin would ask as he turned to look at the american fighter.

[Gene]

The wolf dropped, hard. The rock pressing its face into the pavement. Patting down his chest and stomach slightly with the God Hand, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the glove on his left. Stomping on the rock and walking onto the wolfs back, Gene shouted and crashed The God Hand into the spine of the wolf, pushing a crater into the back of its neck. "Even if its not, it ain't gonna be moving any time soon." He answered, patting his hands together. The glowing right arm of his shone just as bright as ever as he stepped down from the back of the wolf, dead or alive.

"Probably should get out of here, huh?" He said plainly and started walking back in the general direction of the hole he'd come through. "Now then, if you don't mind I have... quite a few questions...." He said looking where he was going and not at the Brit. "One, who are you? Two, what were you doing in here? Three.... Where the fuck are we any way? And four, what the fuck was up with those wolves?"

The last question he looked back at the brit before turning his head toward an alley, making sure there were no more 'surprises' around the corners. Not only were they sitting ducks, primarily, but he also happened to have a big fat glow rod sticking out of his right shoulder.... So naturally he was a bit wary. That was his main problem with the God Hand. He could use its power all he wanted when it was active, but he could never get it to go on when he wanted. Let alone shutting it the fuck off.... Ah well.

[Narin Carter]

As the American inspected the body, Narin would begin to button his long sleeve up, clipping it onto his leather glove, his metal arm would once again be completely covered from sight, and he would follow by retrieving his cloak from a nearby street sign. He would slip it on, yet keep the hood down was he made his way over towards his ally, hands in his pockets. His eyes would be focused on the path in front of him as the man asked his questions.

"One, who are you? Two, what were you doing in here? Three.... Where the fuck are we any way? And four, what the fuck was up with those wolves?"

Narin would come to a complete halt, and his eyes would scan over to that arm of the strangers.

"Your infected with Neo spores, and its altered your body, allowing you to control fire. Yet, its new, you don't quite know how to control it and seeing that the infection was greatest in your arm, it gathers the spore energy in that location, heating your arm to the point that it glows." he would explain, his voice dull and monotone. Then his eyes would shift to the left, looking at the bodies behind him from the corner of his eyes.

"Humans weren't the only one's infected by the Spore Virus, animals and other creatures were to. After the war, Japan had no choice but to lock the creatures up. This is Narakuyama, the Night Hell and those creatures, were just like you." Narin would explain to the man, before he walked past him and towards the entry hole.

"Narin Carter, and curiosity." he would say simply as he continued to walk. Of course, the conversation, and the night wasn't quite over yet. They still had the task of sneaking out un-noticed, and there would probably be a few more things to talk about.

[Gene]

He turned, blinking at the Brit. He'd answered Gene's questions in almost total reverse... Strange. When he explained about Gene's God Hand, he stared at it and said "Fire huh?" under his breath. "I suppose it does heat up, doesn't it?" Gene looked back up as this Narin character finished answering Genes questions. "Well, I'm Gene, and I suppose I'm here for the same reason. Just looking for trouble, which I clearly found. And as for the God Hand, I know what it is...except for the fire bit.... Reason its my arm and only my arm is because I was shot. The bullet passed through a Soul Cop before it hit me in the arm, his blood infected me with the Neo Infection. I just didn't know it could infect animals.... Let alone make that big-ass mother fucker...." He said plainly, the smile beginning to return to his face.

"And as for new, I've had the God Hand for two years. It still doesn't wanna cooperate with me...." He held the God Hand up down an alley as a noise echoed out of it. Rats scurried away from the light and Gene moved on.

"So what's your story? What's up with that arm? Not alot of people have 'em where I'm from." He asked out right. "And that's another thing, you talk about me like you aren't a soul, I thought damn near every one in this country was a soul?"

[Narin Carter]

"So what's your story? What's up with that arm? Not alot of people have 'em where I'm from, and that's another thing, you talk about me like you aren't a soul, I thought damn near every one in this country was a soul?"

Narin would continue walking, remaining silent for a little while. His head would turn to the side and he would look down to the floor. His story was a little hard to talk about, and he didn't like to do so, especially not with strangers. Everytime someone asked him, he would fall silent, his words only escaping in stutters. This time was no different.

"I-I lost it. Lost my arm in an accident when I was 5." he would say, his voice adopting a tone of sadness and pain. He would quickly turn his head back to infront of him, and increase his pace towards the hole.

"I'm an Iron Soul user, I just don't have much soul energy. That's why my body can't do things like yours and other peoples. I'm like a normal person, I can't defy physics, run up buildings, all that crap like you can." he would explain as they finally hit the hole, both passing through. Narin would continue his journey towards the city center, Gene likely following.

[Gene]

Gene glanced back at Narin when he mentioned it. "Well at least you got it back, huh? Better than living without one." He turned back before looking down another alleyway. "Hell I'd take a metal arm over a real arm nine times out of ten. If I didn't have the God Hand any way." A nonchalant statement from the American as the hole came into sight. A thought crossed his mind. Soul Energy. So that was why he could do all the shit that he could do.... Even without being expressly strong, he was much more durable, more agile than he had been before he was shot.

He stared down at the God Hand just as it flashed bright before quickly fading, leaving the two of them in darkness. "Ya know, I REALLY hate the timing on this thing sometimes...." Brushing his now cool, bare arm as the sensation returned to it, he started breathing heavily. Ignoring it as usual, Gene kept walking, looking up and back occasionally.

What he was looking for was the bracer to the God Hand. It always returned after a while after the God Hand shut off. He didn't understand it. Hell, he didn't even remember where he'd gotten the fuckin' thing. Nearest he could tell, one day he was walking around with nothing on the arm what so ever, next day, he had a metal bracer like nothing had happened.

"Shitty ass memory...." He mumbled to himself looking for the bracer once again.

They approached the hole in the wall and Gene ducked his head to get through, wondering how the bracer would return to him if he was on the other side of the wall. Turning, he waited for the brit to come through as well.

[Narin Carter]

"Hell I'd take a metal arm over a real arm nine times out of ten. If I didn't have the God Hand any way."

Narin would grunt as he continued to walk, heading past the blockade and the group of Police, whom were too lazy to actually stop the two suspicious looking people. Narin's hands would slide up to his hood, and he would raise it over his head, covering his face.

"This arm of mine is nothing but a curse, thats what I think." He would say, continuing to walk. Roughly, he was heading for home, his crappy little hotel room in the city. He still had to figure out what the hell he was doing in life, back here in Japan. There was only one thing that was drawing him here, and it could very well have been a pointless path.

"Shitty ass memory...."

From within his dark hood, Narin's eyebrow would raise. "What about you, hit your head or something?" he would ask in response to Gene's comment.