Memories

[Samson K. Banks]

New York City a breeding ground for the violently insane and cowardly. This city had become a thing of anguish taking innocent lives and twisting them into something dark and foreign. The devil had came to America, and he lived in New York.

Enter Samson K. Banks

A freak of nature to say the least, standing at an imposing six feet and five inches. He was the most physically imposing young man one would ever meet. He wore a black hoodie, black pants, and black sneakers. Samson was a product of this city an angry young man who's life was torn to shreds by his own misdeeds and the demons that plague this city. The man walked the streets alone, looking searching for something anything that could lead him to his sister.

Samson continued walking through the night, he strolled in the most dangerous part of the city, the same place where he grew up. He stopped infront of his old apartment. He remembered fighting a gang off by himself as they drugged his sister away from him. How she screamed for help, the tears in her eyes, and the knife they took to his flesh.

what a pain in the ass you are....

"I tried...."

we gave up on you along time ago.....but Sidney...you bastard.. its all your fucking fault.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"


Samson lifted a trash can high above his head slamming it into a nearby car. Anger drives some others it is regret. That fuel keeps them warm in their coldest moments, but it also burns them alive

[Kazumi O'Connor]

The smell of the city was an insult to her senses at this point. Yet another night of roaming the darker, more depraved sections of New York in search of something, anything, that would lead her to where those people had taken Patrick. If only he was like her brother in that she could feel his presence and tell where he was, even if it was only a general location. She would tear that area up until she found him, but as it stood, all she could sense was that he no longer felt anything toward her or their daughter. Instead, he felt a strong love, if you could even call it that, toward another person, a woman based on what that oaf had told her at school.

Dressed in a pair of light denim jeans, a white tank top and a black hoodie, with the hood pulled up over her head...she made her way down the lonely, deserted street. Her hands tucked into the pockets of her jacket, she would softly nudge the toe of her boot against the cracked cement of the sidewalk. Though her head was down, eyes were focused upward, along her designated path, ears tuned in and listening to the sounds around her, always aware of the dangers that lurked for a girl her size in a place like this.

So far, she had managed to make it through the night without spilling any blood, but that was because the common street thugs were getting wise to her, a rumor circulating among them about a small girl with razor sharp fangs that would rip your throat out if you crossed her. So now, all it took was a flash of her fangs once they came at her, and most would piss their pants and readily tell her anything she wanted to know.

Problem was, none of them knew anything, and to be honest it was starting to wear on her nerves. A little sigh escaping her as she turned the corner, hearing a very distinct yell coming from somewhere up ahead. Raising her head, she was better able to take in the sight of the man as he hoisted the trash can and hurled it into a nearby car, close enough to her that she was forced to take a step to her left to avoid being nailed with flying trash debris that escaped its confines.

A tilt of her head given as she came to a stop, making sure to keep a good five foot distance between herself and the trashcan hurling male in front of her. His size? It really did not phase her. She came from a family of giant, though you would not know that to look at her, given her tiny stature, and she had faced off twice with one bigger than this. Still, he seemed unstable, and if there was one thing that Nyx knew better than anyone, it was how down right dangerous an unstable person could truly be.

[Samson K. Banks]

you can't just help yourself sometimes.....

Samson clenched his fists, he glared at the woman who suddenly appeared. His orange eye glinted in the street lights. He took a moment to study the woman before him. She did not say anything or do anything...she just stood there in silence. Something inside Samson told him to run to get away, that this woman would tear him apart.

But

He stood still watching her watch him. If anyone was watching they didn't say anything. The world suddenly shrunk, there where only two beings in existence at the moment. An one eyed giant, and a dark silhouette of a woman.

"MY CAR!"

A man rushed out of a nearby building, and to the garbage covered car, but Samson kept his focus on the woman before him. The man stood in between them looking back at the woman and then back at Samson.

"You two going to eye fuck each other all night or is someone going to tell me what the hell happend?"

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Nyx wasn't about to be the one to break the silence, her eyes taking in the features of the man in front of her and her head tilting just slightly. She noted the golden reflection off his eye, the only eye he apparently had. Interesting....Though it was the fact that he didn't move, that he just stood there watching her after having thrown such a rage fit that got her attention.

She knew he was unstable, but she also knew that she was not one to back down and run away just because a person seemed to be bigger and more imposing than herself. If she did that, she would never find out anything on her husband or his whereabouts. No, she just stood her ground and continued to watch him, even after she heard the sound of another man screaming out about his car.

The sudden appearance of another figure between them drawing just the slightest flick of her amethyst eyes toward him, ready to dismiss him and return her focus back to the giant. Yet, no sooner had her eyes turned toward the giant once more than the little guy would open his mouth and say something that would undoubtedly seal his fate in this moment. "No..Much rather watch you die."

A twisted little grin curling upon her features before she shot forward, grabbing the man by the back of the head and slamming him face first into the hood of his oh so precious car. The distinct sound of his nose breaking upon impact muffled almost by the sound of his scream. Her fingers curling into his hair as she raised his head, only to slam it down into the car once more before turning her hips and slamming her foot into the lower portion of his leg. The angle and the strength she possessed easily snapping the bone and drawing forth another, horrified and panicked scream from the man. Though from Nyx all he would get was a small chuckle as she jerked him upward by his hair once more and then tossed him onto the ground between herself and the giant once more.

Those dark eyes of her's still hidden within the shadows of her hood, turning back to the figure she had initially been looking at, and her hands returning to the confines of her pockets. No attention paid to the man who lay groaning and bleeding upon the sidewalk. She wasn't done with him, not by a long shot, but for now she had just wanted to get him out of her way, something she had succeeded in doing.

[Samson K. Banks]

Samson watched as the man was crushed by the woman. He was being thrown around like he was a rag doll. Cracking bones and blood grueling screams were sounds Samson was use to. The man now on the ground reached out a shaking hand grabbing Samsons pant leg.

"He....help.."

He did take pity on the man, for how he would have know what today could have been like. He could have had a family..a wife...or even a kid.They could be watching this right now. Seeing their father beaten, destroyed by some demon.

avenge

Anger surged through his body, the memories of the moment Sidney was taken flooded his mind. The dark laughter of the men who sliced his body, the blood and screams. They all melded into one deep and dark voice that echoed throughout Samson's head.


KILL HER


Samson lunged forward, he grabbed the trash can , and hurled it at the woman.

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Nyx was waiting for it, knowing that somewhere in the giant's mind there were wheels turning and thoughts processing that would either bring about her doom or bring about his rambling off of something pointless and stupid. Either way, she was ready, her feet spread evenly apart with her shoulders, ensuring that she had the best balance possible should he decide to attack.

Would he take pity on the man in front of them? She wasn't sure, and she honestly didn't care. Nyx had no sympathy for anyone, nor did she have any shred of compassion or feelings. She cared about Ruth, and she thought of her husband as property that she damn well wanted returned to her...nothing more.

She knew that emotions bred weakness, and for that she was thankful to be able to shut them off so fully. It was the one gift that she got from her Mother, the one thing that the two of them had in common...or at least, that was the case when she was in this state of mind. As Kazumi she cared too much, about everyone and everything.

Though no sooner had the thoughts crossed her mind than the giant would lunge forward, picking up the trashcan and swinging it at her. A little tsking of her tongue at the very instant she ducked down to avoid the blow, springing back up and slamming her elbow as hard as she could into his lower abdomen. She knew the dangers of staying in such a close vicinity to him, but she also knew that if she tried to move away right now, it would likely result in coming into contact, face first, with that trash can.

[Samson K. Banks]

A slight shortness of breath, and a sharp pain in his stomach. The tsk tsk did not help either his anger either.

you cant stop now....push through this darkness..and.. chase your sunset

All he could think of was the face of the man as he looked up at him. The confusion. The pain. The sadness in his eyes. He released the trash from his grip letting it roll off his back. The woman was in close, close enough for him to grab her.He took a quick step forward trying to keep the distance between them close as possible. He shot out his right hand aiming for the woman's neck. If he caught what he was aiming for he would lift her off her feet and slam her into the black asphalt.

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She wasn't stupid, way too many people had moved to grab her in fights just like this. So when she felt him moving in to do just that she spun around at the last second, bringing herself to face him as he wrapped his giant meat hook around her and hoisted her up off the ground.

Though no sooner would he do this than her teeth, complete with four razor sharp fangs (two on top and two on bottom) would sink into his chest, or stomach, or wherever she was capable of landing a solid bite. Then, as he moved to slam her down into the pavement, she would allow for such, knowing that if he jerked her away from his body she would tear a part of his flesh away in the process. She didn't play fair, and she didn't pretend to do so either.

A little grunt of pain given as she was slammed into the sidewalk, feeling the distinct sensation of one of her ribs cracking under the pressure, though she didn't let it phase her. Her foot coming up and attempting to slam into that area between his legs, wanting nothing more than to bring him down to a more even level with herself.

[Samson K. Banks]

He felt her fangs sink into his chest. He knew was was going to happen. If he continued with the choke slam she was going to tear a little piece out of him. Fine. If that meant slamming the demon back to hell he would gladly give her his other eye to do it again.

She seemed at ease which seemed quite strange to Samson. This was were she was most comfortable. She was tough ,he knew when he first saw her. No one just stares down a giant in the middle of the night unless they knew how to take one down.

Blood gushed from his newly formed wound on his chest, but he paid no attention to the pain. Pain was like love ,like compassion! It is a thing only for lesser men. What was pain to Samson?

The kick to his groin was expected, Samson grabbed her ankle and used his strength to toss her into the windshield of the car.

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Grabbed about the ankle it was no surprise to her that she was hurled elsewhere, her back slamming into the windshield of the car and cracking another rib or two in the process. Though as she rolled out of the hole created by her body, down the hood of the car, she would shake her head a bit to regain her senses. By the time her feet hit the ground, she would push herself up off the hood and bring herself to stand once more, her hand coming up to use the back of such to wipe away a bit of blood that now trickled down from her mouth and over her chin.

A little grin given as she locked those darkened eyes upon him, her hood having fallen away to expose her rather angelic features, a very heavy contrast to the demonic bitch that she was. Long, dark locks spilled freely about her face and shoulders, bits of them cascading down across her eyes, though she left them there, not wishing to waste time in removing them when she knew they would only fall there once more.

Slowly she would tilt her head from side to side, a shiver running down her spine as the muscle stretched and the vertebrae popped into place once more. All the while sizing him up and debating on just what she wanted to do with him. The whole time, the man she had broken and slammed into the car lay whimpering and sniveling upon the ground. "You feel sorry for him?" A few deliberate steps forward, not toward him but toward the male that laid there, ever watchful to make sure the giant wasn't going to lunge at her again.

"How cute.." No sooner would she reach the other man than she would shoot her hand down, jerking him up by the hair, hands positioning themselves about his head and then in one swift and harsh jerk she would snap his neck, allowing his lifeless body to collapse to the ground. "There...Now you have a reason to pity his worthless ass." As for the giant? Well, that was easy...She waited. Nyx was too good at pushing buttons, sure that he would either attack again, or walk away...More than ready for either though hoping against hope for the latter.

[Samson K. Banks]

Somehow our devils are never quite what we expect when we meet them face to face.

He finally saw the full face of the woman, something he did not expect. A beautiful girl taken control by her darkest emotions. Normally when he hurled someone into a car windshield they would stay there, but the demon arose. She smiled at him and took a few steps forward, but not to him but to the man on the ground.

are you afraid...


She lifted the man off the ground as she spoke to him. He did not answer but listened waiting. He did pity the man, but he would not save him. It was not his mission. Saving this man would set him back from his goal. The man could have had a family or he could have been a drug dealer, a murderer. He was from the bad neighborhood his potential goodness was over shadowed by his potential evil. He did pity the man, for he did not know what direction his life would take him. Dead in a street, another nameless death.

He thought about speaking, saying something to the demon. Something smart, something meaningful, but he watched the man hit the ground. He took a step forward, he could feel himself approaching hell. He unzipped his hoodie letting it drop to the ground, revealing his battle scared body. This woman was sent to test him he thought. The devil was curious if Samson had the resolve to dive into hell ,and bring his sister back.

"I am not afraid."

He took a quick step forward sending a quick left jab aiming for the girls chin.

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She honestly wasn't sure what it was that he was thinking, nor did she really care. As she used her foot to kick away the dead body now at her feet, she kept those amethyst eyes focused solely upon his one good one. Her tongue softly tracing over her lips, she did not speak another word just watched him cautiously, ever aware of the fact that he was likely to attack her at any moment.

As he approached, removing his jacket, she would take note of the battle scarred body he had. Her head tilting slightly, though she showed no real sign of being disturbed or put off by it. If anything, she seemed to not care that much. Not that she didn't recognize the scars for what they were, but because she had seen worse and she knew that if anything it just made for a stronger fighter. Or a more insane one.

As he came forward again, she would cast her eyes back up to him, tongue slowly tracing her fangs within her mouth as she heard him speak, that grin once again curling upon her lips. Though she did not have time to respond as he shot forward and threw that fist toward her chin, dodging to the right, feeling the blow whip past her. Just then she would shift her weight back to the left, raising upward as she did so and slamming her right elbow into own jawline.

[Samson K. Banks]

His fist just missed her, and he was left hanging wide open. Nothing he could do as he watched her slam her elbow into his jaw. His head snapped back and sent him staggering. She was strong, stronger then he was at least.He rubbed the bottom of his jaw, as he gave her another one over. There had to be something he could use, maybe something she was afraid of...or did not like at least. She liked to dance around and give heavy strikes to him with her elbows, and her teeth....damn those teeth.

If he had a nail filer her would, shave those sharp ass teeth off. Strong, fast ,tough and all around more dangerous then Samson. He had his work cut out for him.

work smarter....not harder

Going full force on her was not a smart option. She already demonstrated that she could take whatever he dished out. If he could get around behind her ,and choke her out if he could take being eaten by her. Ground and pound....If he could get on top of her and beat that pretty evil face in...he could walk out of this in at least three pieces. Keep it fast and nasty.

you know she is going to tear you apart...

Samson lunged forward throwing all caution to the wind. He kept low and tried grabbing her legs to flip her on her back. He left himself exposed to anything she wanted to do too him.

[Kazumi O'Connor]

This was actually turning into a bit of fun. A little giggle escaping her as she bounced back and forth waiting on him to come at her again, tongue slowly tracing her neck as she kept her eyes on that dead body. She didn't really want to drink dead guy blood, but as long as it was still warm she could use it to heal if she got too fucked up.

Not that she foresaw that as being an issue, especially when he ducked down low to come at her, this time trying to grab her legs to take them out from under her. A little shake of her head given before she would reach out, grabbing the back of his head as he ducked down and jerking down as she slammed her knee up and into his face two time. Her fingers lacing through and gripping his hair, so that if for some reason he was still able to grab her legs, she wasn't going to be easily thrown away this time. Not without putting on a world of hurt to him first.

[Samson K. Banks]

The first strike broke his nose, the second only made him that more determined to bring her to the ground. Letting out an angry yell he griped the back of her thighs pushing her backward. With any luck he was strong enough to have her on her back.

If it worked, he would try to scramble on top of her torso, and try to deliver quick overhead strikes to that pretty face.