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When; Thursday night, Nov. 8th
Rating; PG13 for language and violence
Characters; Sands

blind_shot and Richard

teh_alpha_male
Summary; Sands has decided to kill someone every hour until Crane agrees to go to dinner with him. He's already pissed Richard off by making Anita cry and the agent choses a bad time to be on the street.
Log;
A man walks avoiding the street lights illuminating the sidewalks outside the busier part of town. Not that many people are out. It's becoming late and with the recent curse making everyone's home as entertaining as any movie theater can be most are holed up inside tonight. The figure is dressed in black, material fluttering around his legs as he walks briskly. A priest. His gray beard covers the white collar at his neck and his sunglasses seem out of place.

Sands is walking quickly away from the screaming and chaos he left behind him twenty minutes ago. Once he's far enough away he ducks into an alley, tearing off the black robes, wiping the blood splatter off his cheek and throwing all of it in the trash. He secures his fake arm into the sleeve of his suit jacket, holding his real arm close to his body as he exits the alley, turning quickly to a side street. Sands knows his way around town. Or at least this part of it. Topside where he spends most of his time. Here he can get by without his cane. He weaves in and out of streets thinking about a cup of coffee before finding his next victim. Maybe he'll shoot the register monkey. If only this place had a Starbucks.
The agent hums 'Hard Knock Life' under his breath as he lights a cigarette and starts to stroll after a woman walking home from work.

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The instant Richard had heard about some blind man shooting up the town every hour, he had set out to look for the guy. This had to be the guy that Anita was talking about last night, how many blind gunmen could there be, anyways? Once he had been to the scenes of the first two murders the scent was easy to pick up, and it was a scent he recognized from being on Anita last night too. Definitely the man in the cafe.

It was evening by the time Richard finally got close to the man, having heard about the killings rather late in the day. This had gone beyond personal though, as the man was obviously a sociopath or spree killer of some sort. The idea of tearing off an arm and beating the man with it was sounding better and better. Besides, hospitals of the future could probably repair a lot of wounds.

Richard came upon the man as he was walking around in the middle of the street, seemingly without a worry in the world. Well, Richard was about to make sure he had a lot to worry about soon. Crouching low and shifting the weight to the balls of his feet, Richard made his was forward.

"And here I thought I might have some trouble finding you," Richard growled, loud enough for the man to hear while he was still a ways away. "You've made this really easy though."

[ooc: Forgot to mention Richard can't control his shift anymore, so he can't turn into a werewolf. So he won't get furry or anything, but he's still super humanly fast and strong with quick healing. Also, since he can't shift, no risk of Sands getting furry infected.]

Sands can't be sure the man growling is doing so at him but he assumes that since he's the only person shooting people, he's done pissed someone off. Not even the one he meant to either. Jack said Crane looked like them. That's not his voice by any stretch of the imagination. The woman he was trailing turns around just as he lifts the gun in his left hand to her face. She screams as Sands pulls the trigger, sending a spray of blood, teeth, and brain out behind her.
The agent decides to run for it, shooting wildly in the direction of Richard's voice as he goes. Three shoots fired he turns and starts booking it.

Running has never been his strong suit. Running blindly isn't a great idea. he searches for a door, trying to get into a building before he's caught up with. He throws his weight inside the door, shoving people to the side, not knowing what building he's in but happy it carries bodies to throw in the way.

Richard watched in horror as the blind man pulled out a gun and show a woman nearly point blank in the head. It was so completely unexpected that he can't even move, frozen in place for a moment. It isn't until a bullet slams into his shoulder and spins him around that he's brought out of his shock. Two other shots were fired but Richard was already moving by that time, rushing up to the woman who was shot.

It didn't take him long to realize that she was gone. There was nothing Richard could do to save her. The pure cruelty of the act enraged him and the smell of blood brought his beast to the surface. It was still too far away from the full moon for him to shift at all, but the hunter instincts of the wolf kicked in and took over.

With a snarl he lunges forward, the pain in his shoulder already forgotten as his body already starts to expel the bullet and heal the wound. He follows closely on the blind man's heals. Where the thinner man pushes people aside, Richard just pushes through them, those who don't move aside because of the angry expression on his face and blood on his clothes fall over like pins before a bowling ball.

"I was just going to hurt you for what you said to my wife," Richard snarled as he reached out and grabbed the collar of the man's shirt in preparation to throw him against a wall. "But now you're going to pay for killing all those people."

It's called a distraction, Richard. And a great one if Sands could see well enough to get away faster. He would have been caught up with anyway... Sands just dosen't know that until he's clued into who it is is after him. Where is the world is that adorable sissy cop when he needs one?

Sands isn't an imposing figure at all. He has a delicate face and is skinny enough to look unhealthy. Richard being much taller, a hell of a lot wider at the shoulders, and covered in blood looks like a mad man in his rage. It won't be the first time Sands uses his innocent looks to his advantage. The moment he's grabbed he starts screaming at the crowed to call the police and help him. He dosen't get much of it out before being silenced by wall. His last thought before the shock of concrete slapping him in the head is that he told Anita Richard would come after him if he shot her. How stupid does he look?
Plenty stupid when he bounces off the wall.

"Ughhh... Mommy?"
Sands lays still on his side. His sunglasses lay a foot away, hair a veil over his face as he plays dead and hopes the big bear of a man loses interest in him.

The people nearby screamed as Richard tossed the man at the wall, most of them scattering. He almost laughed when the blind man started screaming for the police. How long had he been in the City? There was no police force here, at most there was an impotent Warden who had prosecuted one entire case in his entire tenure.

Normally, Richard would have stopped the fight at this point. He was not, by nature, a violent man. His beast, by nature, is though. The smell of the woman's blood and his own has excited and aroused the animal in him.

"You shouldn't have shot the woman, or me," he said, his voice a deep growl. "I don't get really violent unless there's blood around. I guess that's a lesson for next time though."

Reaching down, Richard grabbed the man's arm and yanked as hard as he could. He was morbidly curious about what it would be like to beat a man with his own arm. The appendage came off surprisingly easy. So much so that Richard stumbled back a few steps. He gave a puzzled look as he studied the limb, noticing a significant lack of blood. Or of a flesh like scent. Did the man have a fake arm?

"What the hell is this?"

Last Sands was here there were no cops at all. Crane has hinted there was law enforcement and anyway he was trying to scare Richard away with he threat or at least get some brave citizen to step in believing the smaller man was being mugged or something. Not a great plan but when someone is throwing you into a wall it always seems like a good idea to call for help. He's not surprised at all when no sirens sound on the street.

At least things are looking up.
"A great punch line if my head didn't hurt so badly."
His real arm, folded close to his body, comes out with a much bigger gun pointed right at Richard. The bullets are still frustratingly not silver but they are 'cop killers' that spread on impact. Causing a hell of a bigger hole. Sands fires over and over again straight at Richard until the clip is done. Figuring this is going to take longer to get up from, the agent goes about making the biggest headway he can before meeting up with the werewolf.

It's not as fast a getaway as he'd hoped for. Sands is hurt and confused from the meeting with Mr. Wall. He has trouble with what direction he's supposed to head for, ultimately going the wrong way. Four blocks later he knows for a fact he's lost and leaving a scent behind him. Fuck. That guy is going to be so pissed when he catches up too.... Maybe he should have just said he was sorry.
Sands ducks into alleys looking for a dumpster to hide in. He finds a collection of trash cans. Not nearly as good and he really didn't want to do this but in a last ditch effort to throw Richard off his scent Sands rubs himself down with rotten food. Nose wrinkling at the smell of himself, he lights a cigarette and keeps going hoping to find his way back to his building.

Richard glanced up just in time to see the other man pull a gun. There wasn't enough time to dodge but he already had his arms up so he hugged them closed to his chest and jumped to the side as much as he could. He didn't dodge nearly as many as he had hoped to.

With a snarl of pain he felt the bullets tear into his arms and torso. Another of the shots clipped the side of his head and took off the upper half of his ear. Literally howling in pain, Richard writhed on the floor as his temperature spiked, his body's reaction to the massive healing it needed to do. He wasn't sure long he had to lay there, panting and bleeding out on the floor. In reality it was probably only a few minutes but it felt like an eternity.

Eventually though, he was well enough to push himself up off the ground with a groan of pain. Not 100% but definitely well enough to go after the bastard again. Taking a deep breath Richard ran off in the direction the blind man went. When he came to an alley full of garbage he almost lost the scent... until he noticed some of the garbage smell was actually moving away. Damn, this guy was good.

Moving at a steady jog Richard eventually caught up to the blind man again. This time he would be more wary of things like fake limbs and other guns. He didn't want to take anymore rounds to the chest if it could be avoided.

"Would it be too cliche if I told you it was useless to try and run?" Richard called out as he neared the man again. "All I'm going to do is beat you around a bit, drop you off at the hospital, and then go home. Hell, you may get lucky. It's the future, maybe they can fix your eyesight."

With a sigh of disappointment, Sands stops walking away and leans against the wall while he smokes. He wants to get this last cigarette in before his pounding and have a rest in case he's going to run again. But Richard is right. Even if he did make it to his apartment the wolf man would just follow him and kick his ass there. Sands has no where to go. The only person in this place willing to protect him is Jack and Jack would be just another set of twigs to break if Richard didn't just decide to back slap him into nap time while he finished with Sands.

"Is that all? Gosh, I really regret the last three shots then. Golly, mister. Beat me real good, will you?"
If he had eyes he'd be rolling them. Though it does make him stop to think... the whole fixing his eyes thing. If Richard is so manipulative that he's making Sands consider this as a possibly beneficial thing to do then the man is good.
"Hey- what are the chances of me recruiting you for the red and white and blue instead of handing me my ass?"

Richard had hoped that the man would try and shoot him again. Or if he had pulled a knife that would have been better. As it was, it looked like he was going to have to beat a man who wasn't really going to fight back that much. If he hadn't been so far into his wolf nature he probably wouldn't have able to attack the man. As it as he was just going to beat him enough to make a point. Maybe just break a few bones and dislocate a few joints.

"I've already got a job," Richard said, advancing a bit more warily now. "I really like it, so I think we're just going to have to skip right to handing you your ass. Don't worry though, like I said, I'll drop you off at the hospital before I'm done."

[ooc: Didn't know if Sands had anything else up his sleeve or if I should just start with the beating.]

Sands is useless in a physical fight. He dosen't even like knives. You have to get too close to kill people with those. It's almost as bad as touching them. He can't out run Richard, loose him, or kill him. The agent is almost accepting of this. It wont be the fight beating he's ever been resigned to.
"That's nice of you. Just one last thing- were you happy when Anita was contaminated? I mean, she was too good to marry you when she was human. Your relationship was what exactly? The vampire hunter and Jo Jo the dog boy? Scratch behind the ears and a scooby snack when you sit like a good mutt? I bet you were so happy to have her along for your ride. And now you get to fight her fights. Never thought Blake would come crying the bad man hurt her widdle fweelings."

Sands speaks calmly, not even hearing himself but listening to Richard come closer. But his voice does cover the sound of goop from a tube in his pocket. He uses long fingers to squeeze out the last hit of IcyHot he found in the garbage onto the palm of his hand. Quickly now, because there's no mistaking that smell.
"Does she even know what you're gonna do to me? Someones gonna be in the dog house, Richie."
Sands goes for him, flinging the goop right into Richard's eyes and rubbing it in as well as he can before he's hit. He wants his attackers fighting him blind. They still wont be even but it'll make him feel better about it.

[ooc- I think that's all Sands has left in him. Commence beating.]

Richard gave a low laugh at the insults. If dog jokes were the best this guy could come up with it really was a sad instance. As for the doubts and fears he tried to cast on Richard, they were nothing compared the questions he asked himself every day concerning Anita's feelings for him. His wife had already hurt him more than this guy ever could in that regard.

"She just told me not to kill you," was Richard's only reply.

He smelled the IcyHot almost instantly but decided to ignore it in favor of watching out for some other sort of attack from the man. Apparently, that was it though as the thin man thrust his hands out rubbed it in Richard eyes. He gave a snarling yell of pain as he grabbed both of Sands' hand in a grip intended to crush bone.

"You don't know much about wolves, do you?" he mocked. "They navigate by smell and sound, I can "see" just as well without my eyes. And if you're trying to hurt me... you just shot me full of holes you idiot, you think this makes much of a difference?"

Truth be told, the IcyHot did hurt like hell, more so than the bullets in some way. But he was glad that it at least pissed him off enough that he didn't feel bad about the beating he was going to give the guy. With one hand he tried to wipe the cream off of his eyes as best he could, with the other he flung the much younger man out by his arm. Richard didn't let go of the hand though and felt an abrupt jerk as Sands' forward motion stopped. He hoped he had dislocated a shoulder in the process.

The entire beating didn't take long, really just the amount of time it had taken Richard to remove the IcyHot from his eyes so that he could drop the blind man off at the hospital. Still, it didn't take a man of Richard's size and strength long to leave someone with various broken bones and dislocated joints. He was none to gentle with the man on the trip to the hospital either, throwing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

When he finally got to the hospital, Richard merely dumped the man at the entrance without any explanation. Some sort of robot came out to collect the man and insisted that Richard needed medical attention as well, but he ignored it. He would heal up fine on his own, all he wanted to do now was get home to his wife.

[weeeeeeee! That was FUN. Thanks for playing with him.]

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