The Small Hells of Life (Sharaku)

The pain would continue to rain upon him, his thoughts becoming more murky and black as each blow landed. He could feel his other side taking over and for once in his life, he didn’t resist it. He would let that darkness take over and let it rip the things that hurt him so much apart. Would he regret it later? No…not this time. He would just walk with it.

The assault continued, but the Nightmare was beginning to ignore the pain as red began to mix with the gold of his eyes. He was on the edge of gathering his strength, pushing through the pain, and unleashing every sort of pain he could inflict upon these creatures. Sure he couldn’t kill them, but he had ways to make them want death more than anything regardless. Yes this was suitable punishment for this type; however, it would seem that fate had other plans.

Just before he could act, another reeking with negativity entered the fray. Instead of coming to attack him it looked like this one was after the lizards. His entrance certainly stopped the pain as the lizards in the group turned their focus on the one that had one of their members hostage. The lower ranks would look uncertain, but wouldn’t move as their leader looked the other up and down.

With a smirk the reptile would flex his wings. “You think I care about death or pain? How presumptuous,” he would say in a accented voice suggesting this was no ordinary street thug, but one of perhaps the upper class. That aside, he would speak to his fellow members in a foreign, taking comfort in numbers and not caring if there was a gun involved. After all, he would reach behind his back and pull out a gun of his own and level it with the intruder.

Feeling even more confident and not afraid to lose a member apparently, four of the six would join their leader to face off the intruder each pulling out weapons ranging from knives to brass knuckle to chains to metal pipes. They were gonna take this chum out for sure.

Meanwhile the last one of the group would hang onto Rika, who for the moment hung limply in his grasp. The guard would laugh and cheer his fellows on not even thinking for a second that perhaps he was in danger too.

As for the beaten Nightmare, he would watch it all from behind the locks of messed up hair. Counting…counting.

“If I was in that position, I wouldn’t be paralyzed with fear to begin with,” the winged one said his weapon remaining leveled with the other as his strange red eyes kept alert for anything funny. When the gun was put away by the other, his smirk would widen as the others around him began to chuckle. Clearly they saw this as a sign of backing off or something because their confidence only grew.

“Ha! They know the rules. If they can’t hold their own weight, then I don’t need them. Is that not that right boys?” the leader would say, getting nods and hoots from the all around. The only one that didn’t seem to be in agreement with this was the one being held. His….or rather her tail would twitch nervously brushing against her capturer's clothing. She didn’t want to die here. Not like this and certainly not for a bastard who she had all wrong. She wanted nothing more than to escape, but could she at this point?

The thought would cross her mind, but not for long as a loud bang! resonated in the area. The captive would open her mouth in a silent scream as her violet eyes would go wide with both shock and pain as blood began to pour from the wound in her chest.
Her body was thick enough that the bullet didn’t go through to hit the one behind her. Her eyes remained locked on the leader…her lover who had shot her and didn’t have a single bit of remorse on his face. No pain. Nothing. Why? Why?

Perhaps she would never know the answer. Only time would tell at this point as her body began to become dead weight in her capturer’s grasp. It all happened in a flash and then time caught up and chaos began as the four armed lizards sprung into action as their leader took a step back. Apparently they were eager to show they could hold their weight.

The first lizard armed with a knife would move off to the left side of the man before coming in for a stab towards the tall man’s side. The second lizard armed with the chain would move towards the right and hop back as it tried to sling the chain about in an effort to entangle the man and the body if he still had it within those metally links. The third lizard armed with a pole would leap high into the air and try to come down upon the man’s head with a strike.

As for the last one armed with brass knuckles, he would stay back for now waiting for an opening as their leader remained even further back watching the battle with a smirk.

As for the lizard that had Rika, he had quite the view of a good show. He was itching to see that pretty boy get taken out after all.

Rika himself? Well he was certainly eerily quiet and calm, despite the pain riddling him as he continued to watch with eyes gold and red spirals.

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Lizard Tracker:

Lizard with Knife: Active
Lizard with Chain: Active
Lizard with Pole: Active
Lizard with Brass Knuckles: Active
Lizard Guard (Rika): Active
Lizard Leader: Active
Lizard Prisoner (female): Shot and down. Unknown if dead.

“Hmph. Can’t watch the show if I am up close now can I?” the winged lizard would remark back, his smirk remaining on his face as he watched the taller man with a combination of disgust and arrogance. He hated these sort that thought they knew everything. He thought he was spewing words because he was at a safe distance? Pah! This guy clearly didn’t know how he worked nor would he ever since he was going to soon be dead anyway. As for that laundry comment. “It’s called being a leader and supporting them in ways your punny little mind couldn’t possibly comprehend,” he would spit before letting the chaos of what came next unfold.

As the female lizard became dead weight and was shoved towards the one with the chain, the chain did indeed wrap around the body and get ensnared causing the owner of the weapon to snarl as he had to then go over there and get his weapon loose. He tried to put on a tough, pissed off act alright, but upon approaching that body he could not tell was dead or alive, he seem to hesitate as he looked at the other. His expression was unreadable for two seconds before he was leaning down to get the chain untangled. That bastard…he was gonna pay. And no he wasn’t talking about the one who shot her, but rather the one that had held her prisoner. It was his fault she ended up shot in the first place.

In any case, while he was busy the others were having problems of their own. First to Mr. Knife. He honestly wasn’t expecting the guy to turn around and take a blow to the gut. Was he daff or what? The thought would only cross his mind briefly though since he was kind of being pushed back. Having no choice, but run in a fashion backwards to keep from falling, the pair barely being missed by the lizard with the pole that struck the ground with a loud clang and crack as the concrete broke a bit from sheer force. There was curse from the one who missed his target and kind of bent his weapon. Hmm...welp. Moving along.

When Mr. Knife was grabbed by the throat and threatened by fangs, the lizard at first was a bit too shock to respond, but then getting his bearings he’d give a fangy grin as he gripped the knife tighter and tried to pull the knife to the left to make the wound larger. He was hoping more pain and more of a threat would cause the other to let go. As for an answer, he wouldn’t give one. Couldn’t really. That would be revealing a painful truth. No…he couldn’t let that come up here. No…he would live.

“These blokes never do anything right,” the lizard with brass knuckles would mutter with an a shake of his head before shifting from his spot to go after the man that had his mate. Maybe if he could get him from behind, he’d have that advantage.

As for the leader he continued to watch the scene as he folded his arms and rested the gun against the side of his face as he watched how his men fared against this single threat. Surely they could take him out right?

As for the guard, he was beginning to feel rather drowsy as something in his mind called him to sleep. But he didn’t want to sleep. He wanted to watch the fight. Yet that voice that called him. So sweet. Could he resist it? Perhaps, but then again perhaps not. His grip would begin to loosen on the Nightmare as his posture began to droop a bit and his eyes become a challenge to keep open.
No one would notice though. All too busy watching or participating in the show. All except one. Rika who was calmly weaving the lullaby the guard heard in his head. Weaving his master piece, but what would it turn out to be in the end? Peaceful bliss, terror, pain, betrayal? The possibilities were endless when it came to this Nightmare’s sort of art.
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Lizard Tracker:

Lizard with Knife: Active. In a bit of pickle, but determined to live.
Lizard with Chain: Active. Bitter and vengeful as he is recovering the chain.
Lizard with Pole: Active. Contemplating the bent pole for the moment. Perhaps he is mourning the damage he has done to a dear friend. Not sure why he must do this, but he does so anyway.
Lizard with Brass Knuckles: Active, moving in for an attack.
Lizard Guard (Rika): Active. He is becoming sleepy. So sleepy.
Lizard Leader: Active. Trying to watch the show and look beautiful too. You know, the usual "boss" thing to do for his class.
Lizard Prisoner (female): Shot and down. Unknown if dead.

“I told you before if they can’t hold their weight, they aren’t worth much in this family. It is mercy versus letting something so weak and pathetic live. I am doing the world and the family a service by weeding out the weak.” Was the cocky response given back. In the head of this winged lizard only the strong survived in the world and if you weren’t strong you were best erased. It was as simple as that. The lovely darling there he just shot? Oh she was good for some things, but in the end wasn’t worth a spot next to him. She couldn’t even get herself out of a jam and not get shot. Guess she wasn’t his queen after all. Oh well there was always some other bitch out there he could try and see if she was worthy of him. So while, Mr. Boss over here focused on his next sick fantasy, his goons would find themselves working a bit harder than expected.

For Mr. Knife, he was trying to put on a brave front. Somewhere deep inside, he knew he was up Shit Creek without a paddle, boat, or life jacket for that matter. He knew something was off when he first stabbed the guy and his suspicion only grew more when he saw the fangs bared and heard the comment given when he tried to move the knife. The fangy grin would falter as he looked at the other, trying to wiggle or maneuver the blade to make this dude let go, but he wasn’t letting go. If a knife couldn’t kill him, then what could? A stake to the heart? He wasn’t sure and honestly didn’t have time go further on thoughts of action as the next response from the one who had him was to bite him in the neck!

“Argh!” it was a strange sound, something between being choked and a yelp that escaped Mr.Knife. Forgetting the knife, the lizard would move his hands to begin trying to pull at the guy’s hair to get him off of him as sharp teeth sunk into him.

“What the fuck? Oi!” the guy with brass knuckles would say quite disturbed that something like this occurred. What the hell was this guy that he bit like that? That wasn’t normal. It was almost animal like and he didn’t like that. Forgetting about putting up a front, the reason this one began to move quicker was to actually help the one being bitten. Not because of some odd ass reason the gang imposed upon, but simply because that was his brother and he wasn’t about to let some jack ass kill him even if they did start the fight. Approaching from behind, the lizard with brass knuckles would try to wrap his arms around the biter’s neck and pull back trying to choke and pull the crazy off his brother.

Meanwhile Mr. Chains would look up to see the chaos at hand and cursing under his breath he would begin to move to help with the biting issue. Though what the hell he was suppose to do was beyond him, but quite frankly he didn’t want another going down in a bad way. As for Mr. Bent Pole. Well, he wasn’t staring at the pole anymore as he scratched his head with his free hand and simply watched from his spot the situation at hand. He could’ve gotten involve, but there were already two taking care of it so this was alright…right? He really wasn’t sure so choose to stay and watch versus get involve just yet.

The boss would continue to look at the show as behind him the guard that had Rika would begin to sway as his eyes began to close. The song he heard too strong to resist. He would begin to fall mentally into the web of music the Nightmare weaved for him, intrigued and never knowing what rested at the end of that sweet melody….

The grip would slip off of Rika allowing him to slip to the ground in a sitting position for the moment.
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Lizard Tracker:
Lizard with Knife: Active. Being bitten. Halp!
Lizard with Chain: Active. Has his chain back, but now gotta go help his teammates with a biter. On his way.
Lizard with Pole: Active. He is just watching unsure what to do at the moment.
Lizard with Brass Knuckles: Active. Trying to get the biter off his bro!
Lizard Guard (Rika): Sleeping on his feet.
Lizard Leader: Active. Still being an ass and watching.
Lizard Prisoner (female): Shot and down. Unknown if dead.

The winged lizard’s lip would curl back into the first amused smile he had worn all day. “Oh you are welcomed to try, poppet.” He would taunt the other, finding the guy’s attitude amusing. Did he really think he had a chance against him? Such gall. Although he could respect that in a way. That and the fact that maybe this one understood where he was coming from…even if their view on such a philosophy may be different in some areas. Of course, he would never admit this as he secretly wished the other to hurry up and beat the others so he could test for himself just how powerful this guy was. Watching with an almost impatient air, he would begin to tap his foot as the show went on.

And well the show was kind of odd to be frank. See Mr. Knife over there was doing the logical thing in his mind by trying to pull the biter off, but that in turn made him forget the potential danger of letting go of the knife. He didn’t think anything of the matter as every fiber in his body told him to get this nut off of him immediately. Why was he was so desperate to get the guy off? Well that was actually quite simple. This nutcase was draining him of his blood. Fucking vampire! He wasn’t up to fighting one of those! He was panicking and in his panic doing what he could to get this one let go…though as time ticked on and more of his blood got drained, he was finding getting away harder and harder as his strength began to leave him.

As for Mr. Brass Knuckles well, he most certainly wasn’t expecting that knife and so when the other swung back with the blade, it would meet the guy’s stomach, causing him to yelp in pain as he let go and stumbled back. Well that was one way to get rid of a pest. However, as soon as he staggered Mr. Bent Pole got the brilliant idea to try to straighten out his pole a bit before taking aim at the biter. Waiting until Mr. Brass Knuckles stumbled to the side, the lizard would throw his pole like a spear trying to impale the biter through the stomach or back area…though how smart that was one would have to wonder. He didn't take into consideration what might happen if he was actually successful...

Seeing the pole go flying, Mr. Chain would stop in his track and back off a bit to watch how this played out. No reason to add a chain into this nonsense. How annoying. Was it even worth putting up a fight at this point. Seriously, what were they doing here outside of trying to get a nutcase off of another? He had to wonder.

In any case, Mr. Boss kept watching as the guard that had Rika fell into an even deeper sleep on his feet still following that sweet melody in his head down a rabbit hole of mystery. As for Rika, he would watch taking notes through his pain and negativity as he remained on the ground.
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Lizard Tracker:
Lizard with Knife: Active. Being drained...
Lizard with Chain: Active. Has backed off the chaos for the moment, watching the madness.
Lizard with Pole: Active. I used mah pole as a spear! Aren't I brillant?!
Lizard with Brass Knuckles: Active. Stabbed and regretting life choices
Lizard Guard (Rika): Sleeping on his feet still.
Lizard Leader: Active. Still being an ass and watching.
Lizard Prisoner (female): Shot and down. Unknown if dead.

The time would tick down and the one being drained got weaker and weaker until his hands were slipping away from the other and his body was beginning to sag. His vision was going blurry and he felt the powerful urge to sleep hit him. Though the idea scared him. What if he went out and couldn’t wake up again? What if the vampire drained everything out of him? He was scared, but it wasn’t enough to keep his consciousness from fading.

Mr. Brass Knuckles was having a different sort of issue. With the knife in him, he wasn’t looking forward to jumping back into the fray as he backed off even more looking at his wound as his mind raced on what he should do. Half of him didn’t want to seem like the one abandoning the party. Only the Lord knew what would happen if he did, but he couldn’t leave the knife there could he? No…It had to come out, but if he did that….that opened a whole other problem. Staggering a bit from the pain, Mr. Brass Knuckles would go to the side towards the building not getting involved anymore. Now how to escape without being noticed?

As for Mr. Pole…well he threw the pole alright, but that is all he did. Seeing his plan fail to do anything at all, he would hum to himself and scratch his head as he looked at the situation as if it was some great puzzle. Naturally this would cause a sigh to escape from the boss who was about to yell at the other to do something; however, the words never came out of his mouth as unexpectedly a sword would jut out of his stomach?! Eh?

Stunned, he would look back at the one that was supposed to be holding their original target. This guy had stabbed him? How dare he! Despite all pain, the winged lizard would let out a hiss as he twisted in such a way that the sword was taken out of the other's hand. Leaving the sword embedded in him for now. The winged lizard would reach back and stab his clawed hand into the other’s neck before ripping a huge chunk of that soft area away. With a gurgle, the guard went down his eyes glazed over from more than just the wound that had been inflicted upon him.

Pissed more than ever now, the boss would glare over at the prisoner only to see him laying down on the ground and in turn useless to vent his anger on. So he did the next best thing as he flapped his wings and took to the air a bit. Rearing back his head, he’d open his mouth and charge up a ball of electricity before firing at the pretty boy biter and his own men. He didn’t care who the ball hit. He just wanted everyone to suffer.

Needless to say, Mr. Pole who wasn’t paying attention got smacked by the wild energy flying off the ball getting a nasty burn on his arm that had him howling about in pain. Mr. Stabbed could only hug the wall, keeping him just out of range of the whip like tendrils coming off the medium sized yet chaotic ball, and Mr. Chains?

Well, he dodge out of the way and then taking one last look at the madness left the scene quite through with the whole ordeal. He had things to consider and risking his life was something he wasn’t throwing in that boat. So with a heavy heart, he collected the down female and took off out of that area as fast as he could leaving the others to fend for themselves against their crazed boss and biter.

Meanwhile, Rika did lay on the ground, his body needing something solid to hold onto in the swirl of negativity he was in. However, despite being on the ground he still observed the scene and what was happening.

He watched as his puppet was slaughtered, but in turn forced the boss to show his true colors. He watched as one fled with a body. An injured one retreated to the side and another got injured thanks to their boss. He watched it all placing data points on each in his mind as he memorized certain details about these creatures and place….
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Lizard Tracker:
Lizard with Knife: Being drained and losing consciousness.
Lizard with Chain: Noped this shit and has fled the scene with the body.
Lizard with Pole: Burnt by electricity and too worried about his arm wound to bother doing much else, but backing off.
Lizard with Brass Knuckles: Active. Stabbed and hanging out near the building seeking a way to escape the madness.
Lizard Guard (Rika): Was temporarily controlled by a beautiful dream that lead him to his death. Literally.
Lizard Leader: Active. Stabbed and pissed off. He still has the sword in him and is armed with a gun. Fired off a medium size ball of electrical energy that is so wild it attacks anything within the fighting area- foe or not. If hit it does moderate burn and electrical damage.
Lizard Prisoner (female): Mr. Chains has taken her off the scene.