Embrace Freedom

Embracing Freedom

1778 Wilderness in south Massachusetts.

“Codwell, Take point” Sargent Randle ordered in a quiet voice.

Lathon Codwell a young man of 19 made his way ahead of the small five man scout group. They all wore the dark uniform of the Continental army. His Musket was loaded and he carried it in one hand. He had a knife in his belt and determination in his eyes. They been tracking a British squad that was moving to meet up with the British force in the area.

Laython looks over at Two Eagles a Indian Scout that was working with them. He had the trail. It was Laython's job to cover him. He lead them up a hill they looked down on a horrible scene a Burly man stood wearing black pants and no shirt he had a gun bandoleer crossed his chest. Laython had never seen anyone with so many muscles in his life. A sword hung at the mans side. Be hind him stood a man in black a sense of Palpable evil pouring off him.

Laython was a Brave man and had stood at Bunker hill. He seen death and the Horrors of war. This did not prepare him for what he saw here. Two Eagles looked over at him his eyes wide with fear. The third man with them was a woman at lest Laython thought she was a woman. She had a Bone Grafted to her like armor and long dangerous looking finger nails. The Bodies of the dead British solders scattered the ground and they looked pale and devoid of blood the woman was crafting the bones of the men into monstrous creatures

The Sargent moved up to Laython's position and spoke softly “What the hell?”

The Lagers man Head Jerked toward the sound of the soft whisper. Laython gave a signal that meant silence but it was to late the Large man spoke in a load booming voice. “Razor I heard a Voice out their going to check it out.

The woman smiled she knew that this was the group that was tracking this group of British solders. More bone for her creatures.

The man in Black began moving around to flank were the large one was going quickly fading from sight.

Laython was good at stealth and two eagles was even better so when the large man looked right at them it caught them both off guard. Bone creatures were coming right behind the large man. The large man Moved with Unnatural speed. The bone creatures followed him.

In a voice that inspire no confidence the Sargent yelled Fire and five Muskets went off their sound ripping though the night. The ball from Laython's gun caught the Juggernaut square in the chest as did two more of the other three no blood he did not even seem to notice

The large man reached them taking the sword and in a single swing the Sargent's head left his body. A fountain of Blood rained down on them all. Two eagles drove his Tomahawk into the large mans side breaking the skin. Lathon took his muskets and swung it at the large mans head. The wood of the stock splintered and the large man stagger back. Two eagals went for a seconded swing with the tomahawk and missed completely. As one the jumped on him and started to tear into him. The area began to fill with choking blackness and dark despair

The Large man raised his sword and began to swing it at Laython. Laython drove toward the large man the sword grazing him his blood began to spill out. Laython tackled the large man and they both tumbled down the hill. By the bottom of the hill the Lager man was in control and pinning him to the ground with more strength then he ever felt in his life.

“I am gonna enjoy this” he spoke with a thick German accent. His Fangs descended and he bit into laython the Fear of death melted away in the embrace of the kiss he should have been fighting but he could not life was fading as the Large Vampire drank.

He had fought for a new world. So many had gave their lives in prusit of this new world and now it was his turn. He faced his death with honor for that time was at hand.

As his life faded and death closed in a large sword cleaved though the back of the massive man. His back left his organs exposed to the night. And slumped over Laython's body.

Though weak eyes he Saw a large man with a thick maim of a beard black hair and woven leather armor he had been the one powering the great sword. He strained to look around he spotted a Orange and black tiger had jumped on the woman and began to tear her apart and man in Plat armor sword and shield made his way though the bone creatures destroying them as they were caught in their feeding frenzy. The Ugliest man he ever seen was in combat with the man in black and Laython was struck blind. Struggle as he could in his weakened stat he was trapped beneath the large man just as he felt that he was indeed doomed a voice spoak.

“Put him out of his Misery.” the voice was refined and smooth.

“Its a pity but that for the best” a woman spoke. “The Masquerade must be preserved.

“Did you see him fight the stood against Malcom a Brujah and did more then a mortal could of hoped for”

“Great anther Pet for Krom, The prince will not excepted this you know that. Best to put him down”

Their was a clang of steal on steal. “i will have him now just to piss you off Lincon. To hell with you”

“He Felt it again that pure bliss that filled him he longed now for death for a end to the pain he was in he had faced Death the best way he could. Suddenly blood flowed into his body as death grip tighten then released. A voice spoke

“Drink”