<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/hoodedtrenchcoat5.jpg)</div><br/><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Hideo Saitou</span></em></strong><br/>Football Field<br/>TAG: Nikki Drake, Sophia Thorn<br/><hr/><br/>Though a bit old and undoubtedly worn, the black converse high-tops on Hideo's feet carried him far, and brought him to an abrupt stop as the two ape-like creatures came into view. His eyes widened at the sight, and though he'd opened his mouth to speak Nikki had beat him to the punch with exactly what he had been fixing his mouth to say. Rusty, mace-like fists rested against the ground, supporting the rest of of the monstrous grey, grinning creatures. It was perhaps that grin that unsettled him most, but the fear he felt just imagining the damage those firsts and teeth could do was nothing to be underestimated.<br/><br/>His eyes remained locked on the creatures as he slowly began to back up, but when Nikki's head turned to express that look of contrition his eyes were drawn to the redhead. She was met with a look of mild confusion, though when she dashed off that look only escalated, and then morphed quickly in seconds. It only took him a short amount of time to piece together the situation then.  He'd been abandoned, left for dead, and, needless to say, he was pissed! More than that, however, he was fearful for his life. And for good reason.<br/><br/>He didn't even bother looking back at the creatures then. He only assumed that her sudden movements would've alerted them, and if that hadn't than her shouted warning certainly would've. Psshh. A lot of good that warning did him, especially after she'd put so much distance between herself and Hideo. Despite the urge to shout something obscene, he merely took off running, as she did. After all, what else could he do? He'd already began to sweat, his heart was pumping and adrenaline coursed though him. As fast as he'd started moving, however, it seemed like taking off was a fruitless endeavor for him. As his legs worked, he felt the ground rumbling behind him and under him. The creatures' strides shook the ground as they approached, closer and closer until...<br/><br/>End of the road. A large, cold, metal fist clasped his leg as it lifted from the ground, a crushing hold which threatened to shatter his Tibia and Fibula at any moment. He cried out as he was lifted up into the air, meeting eye to eye with one of the foul creatures. Their eyes were abyssal and empty, though these were details Hideo forwent as panic filled him. "Arrrggh...!" He flailed wildly in an attempt to escape, pulling his body up and trying to pry open the creature's hands, an act which brought forth laughter from the two creatures. In his desperation (and rage), however, Hideo pulled his arm back and sent a fierce right jab into the creatures eye. Needless to say, the laughter stopped, and the creature tossed him away like a rag doll, growling and roaring in pain as it reached to grab it's eye.<br/><br/>He got what he wanted, the creature had finally let him go, but at what cost? He hit the ground on his left side, a popping sound cutting through the air as his shoulder pushed forward out of it's socket, prompting a scream of pain from the battered young man. He bounced slightly, cutting the inside of his cheek as the impact caused him to bite down. Blood began to fill his mouth as he finally rolled to a stop. It was only the adrenaline pumping though him that gave him the strength to get up, and on one knee he looked towards the creatures, coughing and spitting the blood on the ground as he rose to his feet.<br/><br/><em>Hey, kid...</em>A voiced called to Hideo, smooth, calm, like his own but certainly belonging to someone else.<em>Wanna die?</em><br/><br/>Hideo didn't look around, his body hurt far too much, but he did look out of the corner of each eye. "N...No.." He replied quietly, blood running from the corner of his lips as the inside of his mouth bled further.<br/><br/><em>Good...Then quit fuckin' around.</em>A shadowy essence began to build up at his right shoulder, wisps of dark smoke or fog which began crawling down his arm in streams. It began to build up in the palm of his hand, and only after a few seconds could a shape vaguely be made out. Almost out of instinct, Hideo threw the arm out to his side, gripping the dark vapors, which took form quickly. He felt the smooth surface of lacquered wood beneath his grasp and brought the object to the front of him, staring at the weapon in disbelief. An M1 Garand, dark as the essence that formed it, with a lengthy sword-bayonet situated just below the muzzle. "...Holy shit."<br/><br/><em>I know, right? Now, let's do work. We've got this, You'll know what to do....Wait...what are you doing?!</em><br/><br/>Hideo raised the gun up with naught but his right hand, holding it by the neck of the stock, just behind the receiver. With accuracy summoned from what seemed like no where, he pulled the trigger, taking the recoil in a way that no rifleman could ever have. The white-hot "bullet" flew true, and just as the creature lowered it's hand from it's eye and began to charge, the eye was pierced. Nobody would know, however, as the bullet exploded on contact, blowing the ape-like monstrosities head clean off it's shoulders.<br/><br/><em>...With one hand?!...Okay, I'm Not really as surprised as I seem. I knew you could do it, I just didn't know you would</em><br/><br/>"Sure..."<br/><br/><em>I'm serious! I knew. And you know what to do next, right?</em><br/><br/>"Yeah..can't reload, though..." His left arm hung limp to his side. He could move it, sure, but with his shoulder dislocated it was far too painful.<br/><br/><em>Well, you've got a bayonet, too. Use it...</em><br/><br/>Without another word, Hideo was off, and the massive, gray creature began moving as well. Though he started off slow, he eventually found the strength to move more quickly. The creature began to speed up, as well, and when the two met the clash was a quick one. Hideo narrowly dodged the creatures punch, but in doing so took the opportunity to strike. The rusted fist fell from it's owner's wrist, sending the creature into a pain induced frenzy as it gripped it's arm. It's movements were halted by a second strike from Hideo's sword-bayonet, a slash which separated the creature's leg from his body. It fell onto it's back with a loud crash, thrashing and flailing in pain. Only when it's body grew still did Hideo lower his guard.<br/><br/><em>Congrats. You've just kicked ass. Alone. While wounded.</em><br/><br/>Hideo grinned weakly to himself, swallowing the blood that began building up again. "Yay..." He muttered with hushed enthusiasm, falling onto a knee. He wanted to give up then. The pain was becoming more and more apparent, and he didn't want to continue onward. Despite that desire to give in, however, he pushed himself back onto his feet and began to weakly walk back towards the stadium. With the pain increasing in his shoulder, he began to feel light headed and nauseous, but he continued on, hanging onto consciousness for as long as he could.<br/>