FEEDER: A deserted subway station
From Create Your Own Story
The platform is empty, the lights flickering over FEEDER's head. He sniffs the air, nothing around here for him. He roams the corridors until he finds an exit.
The exterior world is different. The part of the city where he emerges has been prey to violent fires and with no fire department to stop them they have ravaged various city blocks before extinguishing by themselves when they got out of fuel. Feeder doesn't like it. The smell of the burnt buildings tend to hide the scent he's looking for.
A few yards away in the shadows of one of the buildings, hides a masculine figure, clearly a vampire by the scent of it.
FUCKER: Let me take over please, FEEDER can't do a thing with that but I can. Let me fuck it please. I'm all horny.
BINDER: For that matters you're always horny you little fuck. Now shush...
FEEDER follows the figure. Either it hasn't noticed him or it doesn't care. The figure moves away from the fire area into an area of small shops and one story high buildings.
FEEDER hears gunshots. That is good, he thinks, gunshots mean humans, vampire wouldn't use guns, vampires don't need guns. Humans do, humans are full of blood, humans are food...
FEEDER jumps on the back of the figure. He pulls its head from its torso. FEEDER doesn't like to share.
He follows the gun`powder scent all the way a small barricaded weapons store. The place is under siege by a dozen creatures of the night. By the scent of it, FEEDER estimates that there are at least 20 people hiding inside. All Latino. Five or six gangers, a few teenagers, a couple of old people and some children.
FEEDER wants them all. The vampires don't stand a chance. Quickly FEEDER takes them all out.
A New voice has emerged. It's TRICKSTER.
TRICKSTER: FEEDER let me take over, I'll get you in without a shot. You know what that means no shots? It means that everybody keeps it's precious blood for us to feast upon. Do you like that FEEDER?
CRYER: Bouhouhouhou, sob, snif...
FEEDER: Er...
FEEDER doesn't seem to be willing to let go but you must say that the argument is appealing.
Will you support TRICKSTER's idea
or will you let him go back to the shadows he came from?
