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Clark Kent ([info]boy_scout) wrote in [info]colligo_threads,
@ 2010-05-26 07:57:00

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Entry tags:!@event, clark kent, savannah curtis, stephen hart

Who: Clark Kent, NPC!Vampires, Savannah Curtis, Stephen Hart
When: Night
Where: Streets
What: Trying to save people
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
Warnings: Violence, language, character death


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Clark had been quite busy. Evil was supposed to have an end. Good was supposed to eventually triumph. He wasn't naive, he knew that sometimes bad things still happened to people. Even he couldn't be everywhere at the same time.. not even back home. But when there was a credible threat taking place near him and if he could do something about it, chances were that he'd have stopped evil in its tracks. Whether it be crime, a natural disaster, or random accident, or even something like an otherworldly threat coming to his town. But he considered this his home as well even if it wasn't exactly Earth. He had been all over. He'd been through the woods a few times. Standing on rooftops. Running downtown. Investigating any kind of deaths that seemed unusual. He had noticed a good number of vampires. And he had been managing to deal with it, yes... but it wasn't easy. They were like a hive of hornets. Stop a few and they'd be replaced the next night. Or maybe even within another few hours. This chaos was relentless. He knew that some people were staying indoors, but he couldn't do that. It wasn't in his nature. The Apocalypse was here and he couldn't just stand idly by and do nothing. So he had spent his time out here. He hadn't found out much about the main threat, but there was plenty of minor ones, or at least minor to one like him. People were still dying. And he still had to do what he was sent from Krypton to do and that was to help others in any way he could.

So he stood once again near the business district. His eyes were scanning the area, his ears listening for any signs. Then.. he found it after a while of walking around. A block away, in an alley. There were two men. He rounded the corner and slowly walked in. Seemed to just be a couple regular young men, in normal clothes. But then he stared at them for a long moment. It was clear to him. Small hearts, no blood in their nerves, absent pulse. And fangs. They were definitely undead. And clearly up to no good as they had been talking about robbing a nursery, walking into a mall, and possibly some other insidious crime. He kept walking and stopped when he faced them. "Sorry, guys. Afraid I'm going to have to stop you."

"Yeah?" One of the huffed, snickering. "You and what army?" They started to approach then, walking to him in a swagger type motion. They weren't too worried. Just one regular guy who made the mistake of interfering, right? Had to be. The hero must have been dumb or crazy. Maybe both.

Clark simply stared. "Just me." For now, anyway. He didn't doubt that there would be others around doing things to help, or trying to. He caught their sneering faces and the laughs of disbelief. And he saw their faces suddenly change. Definitely no doubt about what they were, though he already knew it beforehand. "And just fair warning... unless you want to visit your dentist, it's a really bad idea to try and bite me."

It would appear that his warning fell on deaf ears. Because no sooner had he spoke then the second vampire drew a knife and thrust toward his abdomen. "What the..." He was shocked as it was almost like hitting a wall with it. So he tried to slash at the throat while grabbing his arm. Instead of blood, the knife scraped. Clark reacted by swiftly taking the knife from him and squeezing in his hand... which led to the blade crumpling like paper. He unclenched his fist and the knife crumpled like so many little pieces of metal falling on the ground. He did have to admit that these vampires were strong. He had a bit of a challenge the first time and it had drawn out longer than it should have then; he would have to work fast in order to move on to other threats. He had heard that there were some that may travel in packs. Could be anywhere from five to twenty. He had to find them. Regardless of how hard such a fight would be far him, no matter how dangerous, this is what he was. He didn't know any other way to be. Though knowing his luck, it would probably end up the other way around... they would probably find him.

This caused a shocked reaction, the vampire having noticed weapons had little to no effect on the meddling young man. Clark then grabbed the fiend by his shirt and gave a tossing motion. The brute was then flying back into the alley, landing against the dumpster with a thud as he fell to the ground afterward. He then glanced at the secondary creature. It had decided to run to survive for another night of fighting. But... Clark didn't think that was a good idea. The monster could just terrorize someone else in the city. Feed on someone who didn't get inside the apartments in time. Or it could kill off a few of the 'natives' of the city. The former farmboy occasionally had doubts about what kind of people they were. But they were still people, they were still humans in his eyes.

So he stared at the vampire's backside as it kept running out of the alley. It was definitely very fast. But then Clark's eyes took on a warmth, changing from blue to red. Twin beams of heat suddenly shot from his eyes, hitting the enemy in the back. The heat intensified as he continued to glare and then... the man caught on fire and as it flailed, yelled out as he suddenly turned to ashen dust on the cement. With a sigh, Clark Kent then turned and began to make his way to the remaining undead creature in the back of the alley. As he did so, his hearing picked up another pair of footsteps in the area. He was unsure of who it was at the moment. It could be an ally. A hunter, angel, or some other good type entirely. Or it could be yet another evil minion of the night, a vampire... or a demon. Or possibly just someone in the wrong place at the wrong time. Someone who would need help. In any case, he'd have to make sure that was taken care of before resuming his attention toward the remaining threat. People's safety would always come first.



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[info]boy_scout
2010-05-31 11:13 pm UTC (link)
"Well, it's good that you live on the first floor," Clark said with an understanding nod. It'd probably be more strenuous if Stephen had to go up some stairs now. He stood close beside the man as they walked. Just in case he might need him for support. It would be a challenging walk. Unless Stephen took him up on the offer of carrying him. He was curious as to what the man had seen him do, if anything. Probably hadn't seen much if he was seeing anything other than what really happened. Usually when Clark used his powers in front of people, mostly while saving them, they were shocked and wanting to know how he did it.

"I.. might have heard of her. What is she a doctor of? Would she be able to treat your injuries?" Clark was curious about that. He was trying to block out what happened earlier on this night. Didn't want to think about it right now. "That's a good knife, by the way."

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[info]ikickdinosaurs
2010-06-01 06:10 am UTC (link)
"Doctor of medicine," he murmured, "so, uh, yes."

It wasn't exactly the leg-wound that was the problem. It was really sore, yes, and the left leg of his jeans was soaked with his blood from the knee down, but that wasn't what was slowing him down the most. The spinning in his head was getting worse, never mind the pain, and he found it increasingly difficult to keep putting one foot in front of the other. Things were going quite fuzzy and grey around the edges when Clark mentioned something about a knife so he looked up from studying the ground in front of his feet and opened his mouth to reply.

Instead, the fuzzy greyness took over pretty much everything and Stephen slumped forward, completely unconscious.

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[info]boy_scout
2010-06-01 12:14 pm UTC (link)
"That's good," Clark said with relief. "She can probably help you with the wounds." He was human once. So he knew a great deal about pain, discomfort, and being hurt in several ways. He had even died once from a bullet. He looked to him then, to see what would be said about the knife. But then, suddenly, the man had fallen to the ground unconscious, and he had just barely slowed the fall. "Stephen, what..."

It would seem that he was very much out. Guess I'll need to carry him back after all, Clark thought to himself. Leaving him out here was never an option. He had to get him back quickly so he Stephen could rest more comfortably. And so, after making sure to set the knife in Hart's inner jacket pocket, he had scooped his arms under the other form and rose up to his feet. There was hardly much weight. He had lifted a farm tractor like it was nothing, after all. Had actually thrown one by accident. He could do this.

So he started to run. After his feet begun to move, he was a blur, appearing in front of the door with the 110D sign on it and used one hand to open it. Then he continued walking inside the room and set Stephen down on the couch. He seemed to vanish, and two seconds later, had stood over him with a pillow and carefully set it under his head. He then pulled out his PDA and typed a message directly to Claire Saunders.

[My name is Clark Kent. I found Stephen Hart while on patrol for any threats in the city. I've brought him back to his room just a few minutes ago, he's laying on the couch now. He needs help. I was able to bring him back here after a vampire attack. They didn't hurt him too seriously, but he did bang the back of his head from the wall and fire escape. He's resting now.]

He hit the Send button and stood beside the door, debating whether or not to go since he had already sent a message. He did need to go back out and try to save more people, defeat some more threats. But a person's safety and well-being would always come first, so he decided to just wait until Claire answered or showed up.

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