DISCLAIMER: Donavonn
Dingo used in this fic with permission from and is (c) MarinnaiRuby.
Try to steal him, and I will just let her have you as she is far more
dangerous than I. David "Cheshire" Mencken is
(c)Stormwarden 2005-2008.
NOTE: A shikome-zue is a five-foot
long staff, with a blade hidden in a hollow side of the staff. The
blade is released by either a push-button mechanism or a twist of the
staff.
David Mencken was heading home after another long day
at school. His smile was wide as he walked home. He had done well in
his grades and the report card had shown it.
Soon, however,
he lost his smile when he saw smoke coming from his home. He ran as
quickly as he could, only to find that a group of bigots had broken
in. He tried to get in, but the heat of the flames proved far too
much for him to deal with.
But he did locate a crowbar outside of the house, and picked it up.
After all, if he
was going to join his parents, he wanted to take as many with him as
possible. He headed to the front of the house and was greeted by
those who attacked his home.
"Ahhh, the
saved one greets the savior..."
This angered David. "Who
are you people? Why have you done this?!"
The leader
smiled. "Isn't it obvious? Why, we came here to save you from
the inferior dolts who held you. You, my friend, are a higher form
than they were. So, I am giving you a chance. Join us, help us kill
more of these beasts."
David thought about it a moment,
then a smile appeared on his face, followed by a chuckle. The leader
looked confused. "Well, what do you find so funny?"
David
then looked up, his violet eyes glaring at him. "So, what you
are saying is, I have to choose between my life or my soul. My life
if I don't join you, my soul if I do." With that, he struck at
one of the attackers, the resulting blow crushing the attacker's
neck, causing the thug to gasp before keeling over. "Well, then,
I choose to keep my soul. Kill me if you can."
With that,
more of them attacked. Armed only with a crowbar, David faced them,
knowing that the impending battle would most likely end his life. He
took out one, dodging his attack and sinking the hook of the crowbar
into the jugular.
But the crowbar snagged, and he was unable
to remove it in time to keep from being stabbed with a shikome-zue,
causing him to scream out in pain. But his cry of pain would not go
unheard.
~~~~
"SMEG IT!!"
Donavonn Dingo
couldn't believe it. He had made a wrong turn on his way to a task.
But he was shaken out of that thought by something else. A scream of
pain, almost despair. When he arrived, he saw a mob, and one lone
feline with his back against the wall, and more people there than he
could fight alone.
~~~
"So, you would deny yourself
salvation? You would spurn my generous offer? So be it. Arkham, take
him out. I have no wish to sully my hands with a mongrel." David
closed his eyes, knowing this could be it...
*hrrk*
*hrrk*
"What is wrong with you, Arkham? I said finish
him!!" Arkham collapsed in a heap, a slashing hole where flesh
and bone should have been on his neck.
Just then a new voice
was heard, as the figure behind him spoke. "Sorry, mates, but
his life isn't yours to take."
David, not sure what it
meant, pulled the shikome-zue out of his shoulder and swung awkwardly
with his left arm, striking the leader, before finding himself
side-by-side with a mysterious friend.
The Dingo wore a
woman's trenchcoat, pants, a man's shirt and wasn't much bigger than
David. He also wielded a machete, while David now wielded the
shikome-zue, forcing himself to take the pain so he could use it
properly. He muttered under his breath, "I don't know who you
are, but I owe you one."
The dingo answered back "Worry
about that after we get out of this."
David saw the
leader pick up a sword from one of his dead men. "You want
something done right, you gotta do it yourself. Kill the dingo, but
leave the mongrel to me!!"
Donavonn moved in a flurry of
action, his experience with the twin blades showing as he struck at
the thugs. David meanwhile engaged in combat with the leader, using
the shikome-zue he had pulled from his shoulder as his weapon, and
forcing his battered body to continue fighting.
Donavonn, for
his part, kept most of the remaining thugs off of him, while the two
fought, blood cascading around him as his blades found home in those
who had attacked the place, and he turned the walls into a canvas for
a Jackson Pollack painting.
David gritted his teeth, as the
leader smirked and taunted him. "You can barely stand, I
bet...too bad. I was looking forward to a challenge, mongrel-lover."
With that, the leader lunged. David parried, and then struck with a
glazing strike to the neck, right acrossed the jugular.
The
leader gasped as the blood made a low whistling sound as it spurted
from his neck. David glared at him in rage, and gave him four final
words.
"Off with your head." And with that, he did a
spinning strike that severed the head from the leader. Their leader
dead, and the police sirens wailing in the air, the remaining thugs
(3 in total) fled, as David fell to the ground, his wounds no longer
allowing him to stand. Donavonn caught him. "Hang on, mate, I
have got you." Donavonn saw tears, not of rage or of even pain,
but of sadness. An emotion Donavonn knew all too well. "We need
to get you out of here, and to a doctor."
David did not
reply, numb from his experience. He soon fell into unconscious from
his injuries.
~~~~~
(several hours later)
David awoke
with a shock. He was in a hospital, his wounds bandaged. The doctors
told him he was lucky to be alive after the incident. But David would
never forget the face of the one who saved him.
His parents were
missing, their bodies not having been found. And they would not
resurface for a very long time. David Mencken would be in for a hell
of a time.
END.