"did you just call me a bitch" Sarah accused, Finn, gave her a look that said really "you focus on that!?" he shocks his head before telling her the price of the information.
"A BILLION CREDITS!!!" information has never cost her that much.
"it not that the information rare" Finn began to explain, "it the risk factor in giving you this information to hunt him" Sarah instantly explained that she wasn't hunting him," the price has dropped to at least 200,00 credits". she could pay that still pricy though, "okay what is the info?"
"for the record, this info is at least three to four years old," after Sarah noded Finn snapped his finger changing the entire atmosphere of the shop, the lights when out replaced by the lighting of candles throughout the shop, "Do not repeat this knowledge to another mortal soul this boy is neither kind nor mean, his justice is blind, his blade unhesitating, is soul is dark then the blood on his hands, he stays in mortal flesh to be entertained, he is a master od the shadows, he is kind of the bump in the night, he is human in appearance alone.
"well, that was... I got nothing I don't know!" it wasn't the first time she got information from him but it was never like this." so what you're saying that he is incredibly dangerous unpredictably but everyone is equal in his eyes, he not really a human male, he kills with no hesitant have I got that right"
"yeah, I'm guessing you don't know what the rest of it meant," Sarah make a not a clue motion, " okay so why are you after information of that bump in the night?"
"he's entered the SBWFL and I'm his first opponent"
"I will visit you in the hospital!" she flipped him off.
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" someone talking about" sam mumbled as he rubbed his nose, "anyway back to you," Sam said to the man pinned under his foot. lifting the foot sam brought it down with enough force to knock the breath out of him." you attacked that girl for a reason that pisses me off greatly." he ended the sentence with another stomp to the man's chest.
"now what should I do before the police arrive, I have many ways to make you scream," kneeling down sam placed his hand over the man's heart," GAH! AAAHHHHHH!"
"ssshhh, you're gonna attract attention," sam gave a dark smile before the demon core pulsed once again tearing more screams from the man's lips. his screams filled the alley up until the police arrived to catch sam's shadow on the rooftops. 'my lord I suggest you head north northeast to deal with lust on the edge of gaining the beast's attention," sam nodded before turning that way as mana flowed through his legs.
the bottom of his feet smarted as he slid to a stop on a tiled roof, sam looked over the edge to see a man in his thirties taking a smoke break. a second was all he needed to decide his path of action, stepping over the edge Sam let gravity take him right onto the shoulders of the man, unconcerned by the snapping sound sam quickly began to drain the man's lust while he called up an ambulance.
then he hurt a reverse snapping sound, "regeneration" sam realized before he leaped clear of the man landing ready to fight.
"man what a pain kid", standing up he glared at sam before lighting another smoke." now what do you want you faceless punk?" sam didn't even conder answering before bursting int motion. staying low to the ground sam removed his tie channeling mana through it, making git a makeshift dagger." you're fucking brutal going for my heel first" the man cursed as he dodged the attacks.
pulling out what looked like a revolver, the man aimed backpedaling away from the faceless suit-wearing person before pulling the trigger. leaning out the way of the projectile sam recognized it as a nerve disrupture, one of the few kinds of bullets police could legally use.
'i hate nerve disrupture,' sam thought as he avoids (barely) another shot, pulling his arm make he threw his makeshift blade at the gun forcing the maybe cop to dodge or lose his weapon, rushing mana to his legs sam blurred out of sight reappearing midair next to the cop.
with a show of core strength, sam kicks the gun free of the man's hands followed by another to his face breaking his nose in a movement. At the same moment one of his feet touched the ground sam drove a knee into his opponent's stomach followed by sam climbing onto the man and putting him into a headlock.
they two guys struggled for a couple of minutes before sam let go that, "get laid more often" sam then disappeared, the cop rushed out to the street where he got the feeling his attacker went only to find no trace of them, "how the hell did they disappear like that?" he mumbled to himself before taking a drag of his cigarette.
'years of practice', sam thought to himself as he watched the cop pull out his phone from where he was leaning at the mouth of the alleyway. pushing off the wall sam pulled up the hood of his hoodie before he started walking away from the scene of the crime with a little hop in his step, that fight was satisfying well not the combat it was lacking in his opinion but what was satisfying was the accomplishment of drain the man's lust from a distance.
"I need to work on the speed of it but it worked even though I didn't pay a lot of attention to it." moving through the foot traffic sam tried to resist scratching himself, "bloody hell these mutations feels likeIi got attacked by a poison and itching powder army. he's been feeling like this since he woke up.
eventual sam found himself at his original destination, the edge of the island. walking closer to the cliff edge sam pocked his ghost core.' one.. three... six total', sam sighed as he reached the edge of the suicide spot. letting the power of the core flow out of his body sam calling four the souls that have died in the area.
the raven felt his eye burn seeing the six souls, none of them older than forty years old. closing his eyes sam molded the energy flowing out of his body for one of his least favorite skills. his hair faded to white blown by a nonexistence breeze as he opened his now pure white misty eyes, the faintly glowing tear that fell from the cosmic lord's eye was known as the spiritual cleansing and as far as sam knew they were only useful for cleansing/healing a spirit or soul.
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one by one the tear fell to the once below where the body of the spirts laid, unblinking as literal waterfalls of tear fell from his face sam watched the wounds of the spirts heal, their color return to the point they were see-through but human-looking.
'she here!' sam thought as he felt a familiar presence come up behind him. but he kept his tear-filled eyes forward knowing exactly what he would see if he turned around and he was not in the mood for that today. "you're still doing this kind of thing after all this time'" their smooth sensitive but chilling voice spoke behind him.
"why would I not?" he responded like he did every time they asked this question.
"I still don't understand why you haven't grown tired of healing these poor souls,"
sam huffed as he ignored the rattling of chains, "I understand the desire to end it all, I also know what will happen to souls like this if they are not healed."
"you are a strange being sat-" the chains halted as the raven cut them off.
"THAT IS NO LONGER MY NAME" sam creamed almost turning around to look at the entity behind him.
" you still show me no fear" dark grey chains wrapped around the hands of the soul before the teen
"Why should I fear you, you are an inevitable death" and with that, the entity was gone along with souls. Sam let out a long breath just before falling back on to his ass tired in all kinds of ways.
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" Welcome back to our channel, the results for the poll is driving. we are going to see how much truth there is to what sam spouts to his driving skill." daniel said as he spun around in his chair sipping on a caffeine drink, sam sitting next to his snapped to his friend, "what I spout do you think I'm lying?"
"lying no exaggerating maybe causes you do say some pretty outrages things some times, like fisting fighting god and getting a rocking chair from his son." in response to this grumbling about how God wouldn't stop smiling like a fond parent. "any lets had off to the track?"
"so time I forget how rich your family is!" twenty minutes later sam commented as he zipped up the race suit in the locker room the race track daniel had rented out, the entire thing for the whole day." if I had known that you rented a track I would have called my mortal ride."
"mortal ride? know what you can explain it later," daniel told sam as they left the dressing room heading for the garage, "so which do you want?"
"no thanks I got my own" sam then proceed to whistle a horror movie tune while he drew three sixes in the air, confusing Danila and their viewers until the ground cracked open silently a foul-smelling smoke coming up from it. daniel will never deni how amazed he was to see the smoke condensed around his friend forming a sleek as hell racecar.
"what you think?" asked after rolling down the car's driver's window. daniel walked around the car taking in the pitch black, from what he knew about cars it was GT(grand touring) type. the metal was oddly cold as daniel ran his hand on the hood,'this boy will never run out of surprises will he'.
"so what kind of horsepower does this thing have?" sam shrugs at the question before telling his friend that he never really check," plus this is the first time I'm going to drive this thing."
"what?!"
"I have two other cars, this one that resided in hell and the mortal one in a garage in South Africa" commented offhandedly as he tried to figure out the controls.
"what do you mean resides in hell" daniel slowly moved his hand away from the hood.
"it alive, doest say much thought" now skinner one was stepping away from the alive car. It was a few minutes later that sam was able to start the car. the engine roared as firey light seeped through the cracks in the car sam whistled impressed, he did have much experience with this thing but he could feel the power coming from the engine in more than one way.
daniel quickly join his friend in the car, smirking sam gently set the car to drive and pressed the gas having to stomp on the brack a moment later when the car soared forward stopping an inch from the garage door. daniel felt his stomach sinking seeing the smile on his face is was savage like a beast catching a whiff of there prey.' oh god' Daniel mentally moaned as the garage door opened clearing the way to the track.
"take it SLLLOOOOOWWWWW!!!" the vehicle shot forward pressing the tens into there seats saw only laughing in contrast to daniel screams. turning on to the track sam straightened out the wheel ignoring the squeal of the tires. the first lap toke nothing more than two and a half minutes, which meant they were going near 180 mph. not that either of them cared at the moment as sam was getting familiar with the controls as daniel got familiar with his last meal.
after more than a dozen laps sam spun the car to a stop at the starting line," there I understand the control," he said to his friend who currently had his upper body out the window gagging. wincing in guilt sam exited the car moving around it to rub his best friend's back, it was a few minutes before daniel felt well enough to climb out the car flopping on to the track the floating camera following.
"well-he turned to face the camera when his stomach settled-it seem that sam's driving skills are legit,uuuggghhh I wish I didn't get in that car with him it felt like a hyper roller coaster on steroids." at this point sam decided to take over for a bit by telling their viewer how they could get an iron stomach whether he meant it figuratively or was up in the air.
by the time he was done a whole 3/4 an hour later daniel stood up brushing himself off, sam turned to his friend with a wide smile and mischief in his eye" ready to go again" the flat look he got caused laughter to bubble out of his chest.