Post by lordtwinblade on Jan 29, 2009 10:49:48 GMT -6
This goes out to all the Magic: The Gathering fans in the house.
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The Crux: A Magic: The Gathering Fanfic
Alarms blared angrily, red lights flashing in the sterile darkness, throwing long shadows across the four bodies sprawled on the ground and into the corners of the open vault. As the heated edges of the door cooled, a man wearing a red oni mask and a brown leather jacket stepped out, a large blue duffel bag strapped across his back. The interloper took one last look around the room and nonchalantly strolled towards the glass double doors that led back to the lobby.
“Did you get the dough, boss?” Four men in nondescript black clothing carrying pistols met him, moving away from the cluster of terrified bank tellers and customers to flank their leader. All of them wore black ski masks, concealing their faces.
The demon-masked man nodded, his face turned towards the entrance. As they stepped through the gold-framed rotating doors, three police cars screeched to a stop just outside the door. Three officers jumped out, pointing shotguns at the robbers. “Drop the guns! Drop them!”
The four in black masks looked at their leader, who nodded. Four pistols clattered to the ground.
The officers glanced at each other in surprise, and as they did the red masked leader flicked his wrist, producing a matte black Zippo lighter with a golden star emblazoned on its casing. Red Mask passed his fingers through the flame, causing the skin of his hand to catch fire. Unintelligible words began to tumble from behind the demon head, and the flames spread up the man’s arm, licking hungrily at the sleeve of his jacket. Slowly and deliberately, Red Mask raised his enflamed limb and pointed it towards the officers.
The police opened fire, hurling slug after slug towards the man, but the bullets were swallowed by the inferno. As the policemen continued to attack, the flames began to take shape, transforming as they spread away from their instigator. The blaze took root in the ground and began to take on a humanoid shape, fire hardening into tough green flesh and jagged white tusks. In seconds the fire was gone, and Red Mask had fallen heavily against one of his cronies.
Between the summoner and the police towered a massive green pillar of muscle and rage.
Long batlike ears twitched atop the beast’s head. Four pistonlike limbs flexed, yellow talons gleaming in the light of the setting sun. The piggish face glared down at the humans below it, a snort escaping its nostrils.
The stunned officers backed up a step, useless weapons still clutched in their hands. Red Mask jerked his head. The monster let out a blood-curdling roar and charged.
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The Crux: A Magic: The Gathering Fanfic
Alarms blared angrily, red lights flashing in the sterile darkness, throwing long shadows across the four bodies sprawled on the ground and into the corners of the open vault. As the heated edges of the door cooled, a man wearing a red oni mask and a brown leather jacket stepped out, a large blue duffel bag strapped across his back. The interloper took one last look around the room and nonchalantly strolled towards the glass double doors that led back to the lobby.
“Did you get the dough, boss?” Four men in nondescript black clothing carrying pistols met him, moving away from the cluster of terrified bank tellers and customers to flank their leader. All of them wore black ski masks, concealing their faces.
The demon-masked man nodded, his face turned towards the entrance. As they stepped through the gold-framed rotating doors, three police cars screeched to a stop just outside the door. Three officers jumped out, pointing shotguns at the robbers. “Drop the guns! Drop them!”
The four in black masks looked at their leader, who nodded. Four pistols clattered to the ground.
The officers glanced at each other in surprise, and as they did the red masked leader flicked his wrist, producing a matte black Zippo lighter with a golden star emblazoned on its casing. Red Mask passed his fingers through the flame, causing the skin of his hand to catch fire. Unintelligible words began to tumble from behind the demon head, and the flames spread up the man’s arm, licking hungrily at the sleeve of his jacket. Slowly and deliberately, Red Mask raised his enflamed limb and pointed it towards the officers.
The police opened fire, hurling slug after slug towards the man, but the bullets were swallowed by the inferno. As the policemen continued to attack, the flames began to take shape, transforming as they spread away from their instigator. The blaze took root in the ground and began to take on a humanoid shape, fire hardening into tough green flesh and jagged white tusks. In seconds the fire was gone, and Red Mask had fallen heavily against one of his cronies.
Between the summoner and the police towered a massive green pillar of muscle and rage.
Long batlike ears twitched atop the beast’s head. Four pistonlike limbs flexed, yellow talons gleaming in the light of the setting sun. The piggish face glared down at the humans below it, a snort escaping its nostrils.
The stunned officers backed up a step, useless weapons still clutched in their hands. Red Mask jerked his head. The monster let out a blood-curdling roar and charged.