Murdering Every Bit of a Monster [Part 3]

    Amazed, the audience had expected to see a duel between the two vampires.  But instead of a bloody show between two ancient beings what they witnessed was Vernon make a simple gesture with his hand and Cutter go ridged.  To all but the 6 who came to slay the beast, this seemed proof of Vernon's God like status.

    "I don't want to be the only one lucky enough to get their hands dirty this evening"  Vernon said with a smile to the onlooking horde, as he paced slowly around the struggling Justicar.  "We have a few special guests with us this evening and I want you all to show them your new power.  An example must be made for those who would dare to stand against us" .  Just then four spot lights flickered to life and began scanning the interior of the theater in harsh white light, coming to rest on Roec, Rick, Oliver and Darren.  Uproarious, the mob of freshly second generation vampires turned towards the direction of the four lights.  

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    Oliver did what he always did in tense situations, he gambled.  Banking on his insanity to see him through he repeatedly reached into the magic bag of Focus Delirium while waving his rifle around wildly trying to threaten any who came close.  His results were less than stellar, and if his choices were fight or flight, his mind was leaning hard on the latter.  

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    "Hold on now, you've got the wrong guy" Rick said on the other side of the balcony in a similar situation.  Rick's two pistols were drawn, but against a whole host of heavily armed vampires loyal to Vernon, he was hopelessly outmatched.  Narrowly avoiding being struck in the face by a theater seat ripped out of the floor by a raging Brujah, Rick did the only thing he could think of to save his unlife.  Backing up and firing wildly, He jumped down the fifty feet onto the crowds below.  

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    Front and center two huge monitors fizzed to life, illuminating  the flanks of the colossal room in blueish light.  What they displayed were three columns of soul fire jetting upwards in sixty foot geysers in three distinct parts of the city.  Showcasing to his followers Vernon’s ultimate might.  

    "I want you all to see this!" Vernon shouted over the gunfire and roars of those before him.  "Not only will we be forever freed from our oppressors"  He raised his clenched fist at this, and as he did so the immobilized Cutter began to violently shake and scream, "but we will be rid of every soul and shadow of their existence." There was a crunch sound as Vernon’s fist reached its apex.  Cutter’s spinal chord dangled in mid air 4 feet above the rest of him, having been ripped out with a brutal display of Movement of the Mind.  Gracefully Vernon swept up the insubstantial sword that had now fallen on the floor and regarded it.  The burning blue light from the flanking monitors flickered along its glass like edges.  It was a true work of art, and one that Vernon took pleasure in shattering at his feet.    

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    Thankfully for Roec the lofty area in front of the proscenium provided enough space to get airborne   From this vantage point he not only could stay one step ahead of the swinging spotlight, but view his comrades in peril.  Oliver and Rick seemed hopelessly outgunned,  and although Darren was holding his own there were far too many opponents for him to last much longer.   "Such inferior beings" he thought to himself as he pulled one of his homemade explosives out of the black duffel bag that hung on his side and attached it to one end of the track light fixtures on the ceiling   "Those that don't make it out of this situation alive don't deserve to."  With the detonator in hand he swooped towards the rear exit they had come in.  

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    Tony and Giuseppe watched from the relative safety of the stage hall as Roec fastened one of his biggest bombs to the ceiling of the theater.   

    "We need to stop those soul fires Giuseppe, and getting bogged down in a fight here will probably be the death of us"  Tony said poking his head out briefly from the doorway he was hiding behind.  "Looks to me like there's only three, central park, the lower east side and one more towards the west side"

    Giuseppe frowned as he glanced out, "Looks like Oliver is making his way back to the door.  Crazy son of a bitch’s leading half of the theater with him too.  But I don't think Rick saw the bomb.  I'll have to grab him"

    Amid the screams, guns, and raging monsters the 6 rushed towards the exit, Rick slung over Giuseppe's shoulder.  It would seem that they would have to split up if they had any hope of stopping the fires before all of the souls Vernon collected were destroyed.