Jacob Matteo
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(1/10/05 9:52 am)
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Jacob Notes: Be Vary Kwiet...I'm Huntin' Bozwells
Cleo, Damien and I left Elysium quickly and headed to the airport. We were ushered in, although we were a bit surprised to find no one manning the headquarters...all the rangers must be working double duty escorting the precious visiting Princes around.
While Cleo changed out of her cat suit, I took the time to get to the garage and prep the car. Damien was no where to be seen...and with his recent breaks from reality, Jacob didn't think that was such a bad thing.
Arming himself with a series of non-lethal weapons (we were ordered to bring him back alive, after all), we took a car and headed into the woods, to the spot were Bozwell was headed after breeching the shield wall.
Parking the car, we stepped out and began to inspect the narrow, dirt road that winded through the Northern Virginia woods. Then, quite suddenly, Damien appeared and nearly got a crossbow bolt in his chest from Jacob's shaking hand.
"There. They're over there." He said, extending his pale index finger to a point deeper in the woods.
Jacob coked an eyebrow and squinted off into the murky distance, silently lamenting the loss of his goggles. "Who is over there, Damien?"
"Them. They. The ones." Damien mumbled, and then vanished.
"Dammit" Jacob spat, blood flushing through his veins and time slowing around him. That wasn't what was happening, of course; Jacob had merely activated a power shared among the Brujah, a power called Celerity, giving him speed and quickness that was beyond any humans, perhaps even any animals, ability.
He turned to Cleo, steadying himself so as not to appear as a blur to her eyes. "Vanish now, and wait here." He barked, catching himself as hi did and quickly softening his words. "I will go first, to make sure its safe...I will signal for you to follow."
Cleo nodded, and by the time her chin came back up, Jacob was a hundred yards away, ducking behind the stump of a decaying oak tree. He spotted an old cabin that appeared to be abandoned, save for a faint light emanating from a second story window.
Waving Cleo forward (or, more correctly, waving forward the bare patch of ground where he told Cleo to wait), Jacob waited for a few seconds and then announced that he was going in to investigate.
Assuming she had heard him, Jacob made his way to the front of the building. He heard some noises off in the woods behind him, but choose to ignore them...for now, anyway, and headed into the house.
It was pretty much a horror show from there on. In the kitchen there were piles of rended body parts strewn about for no particular reason, and Jacob had to choke back the bile that was forming in his throat. Pushing forward, he made it to a staircase and headed up to the next level.
Papers were scattered along the stairs; pages torn from a book, in order, and in a language he could not understand. He ignored them, thinking Cleo a better hand at determining what they were, and arrived at the top of the stairs.
A man and a woman sat here, bound and gagged, their eyes long ago pierced through with a thin, sharp blade that cut all the way to their brains. There was nothing Jacob could do for them. A few feet past their bodies lay the source of the illumination he had noticed earlier. A closet door, open but a crack, was emanating a soft, pale light.
It was also emanating the distinctive sounds of teeth tearing flesh from the bone.
Readying his weapons, Jacob slunk forward, resting the fingers of his left hand on the door handle and griping his crossbow in his right, and hurled open the door, leveling the silver-tipped bolt at...a child.
Shocked, Jacob turned the crossbow away quickly, and whispered a short prayer thanking God that he had not shot the kid. He tried talking to him, even using his Presence to try to reach the now feral child, but was largely unsuccessful.
Cleo appeared a moment later, right behind Jacob, scaring the shit out of him. She took the boy to her; he was willing if not eager to approach her, even calling her "mother," which caused Jacob to flinch. He was happy the boy was talking, of course, but he was sure that a vampire pretending to be the boy's mother would only cause more problems for him later.
Then Cleo quickly told Jacob what she had seen. There was a car parked out front, and a pair of men digging a deep hole a few hundred feet to the West of the cabin. As she spoke, a dim light could be seen through the dense underbrush moving toward the house.
Moving quickly, Jacob told Cleo to keep the boy here, upstairs, and rushed downstairs and out the front door just in time to catch the two before they got to the car. Unfortunately, in his hastes he alerted the pair to his presence, and by the time he could level his crossbow, only one remained. Cursing his bad luck, Jacob ripped the front tire off the car and turned to chase the one enemy he could see.
Jacob recognized him immediately; he was one of the skinhead punks he had threatened not long ago. Catching the fleeing boy quickly, Jacob tried to pump him for information, but got little in return. Using his Presence to influence the kid, Jacob gave his the key to his old condo and ordered his to go there...and wait for Jacob to call him. Then Jacob returned to the cabin and the piercing sound of a Harley's engine being turned over.
The scene that awaited him in the garage made Jacob pause, but only for a moment. Bozwell was there, one had wrapped around Cleo's throat, pinning her against a wall with her feet dangling several inches from the ground. Before he could react, however, Cleo's eyes flushed red and the room seemed to crackle with static energy, raising the hairs on the back of Jacob's neck.
Cleo moved her hands between herself and Bozwell, the bottom of each wrist pressed tightly to the other and her fingers splayed. Suddenly, there was a "whoomp" sound as the air in the room was sucked toward her, and a odd shimmering of air rocketed from her hands and hurled Bozwell a few feet back.
Not knowing what the hell Cleo had just done, and not really caring either, Jacob took the opportunity to attack, but caught his foot on a pile of rope and stumbled awkwardly as Bozwell easily avoided his clumsy thrust.
 They circled for a moment, each calling upon their blood to heighten their abilities. Bozwell even quaffed some soft of vicious, black potion that caused his physical being to distort in size and strength until he looked subhuman. His increased bulk belied his speed, however and he lunged forward...and clasped his left hand tightly around Jacob's blade.
As stunned as Jacob was to see his blade unable to cut Bozwell's flesh, he was even more taken aback by the thousands of tiny, black worms crawling just below the surface of his enemy's skin. Quickly adjusting his tactics, assuming that Bozwell would be immune to his physical attacks, Jacob released his hod of the weapon and grasped the big man's arm, seeking to tear it from his body.
Unfortunately, Bozwell's strength was indeed great, and he easily resisted Jacob attempts to wrap his arm painfully behind his back. He also struck out with the tip of Jacob's weapon, slashing a deep cut along the back of his armored trench coat.
Jacob was getting a bit concerned, now. He was unable to hurt this monster in any way, and if he did not move quickly, Bozwell would surely kill him, and Cleo as well. In desperation, Jacob took his hand from Bozwell's arm and thrust his thumb deep into his enemy's right eye. Blood shot from the wound, splashing down Jacob's arm, numbing his skin as it oozed down his wrist and across his forearm.
Time slowed as the creature that may have once been Bozwell staggered and then fell, its flesh pulling into itself for a moment...and then shattering into a thousand fragments, scattering itself far across the room.
Jacob stood there for a moment, stunned by the sudden violence of the explosion and horrified by the wet chunks of flesh that clung to every surface, including himself. He was ordered by the Justicar to bring his foe back alive and he had failed that task in every respect. He had no idea what to do now...
Edited by: Jacob Matteo at: 1/26/05 4:32 am
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