8 Miles Motel

[Hector]

"We're in a hotel," Hector replied.
"Perhaps we can visit the kitchen and pick something up. I'm sure no one will mind," Hector said laughing.

Or at least they won't want to mind...

[Gladious Nightsorrow]

"Hmmpt..." Gladious let out a low grunt.

What does he know? I'd like to see him trying to be happy after been dropped out of a portal at some random place, then get beaten up by a demon...Although, I am quite hungry...*Stomach Rumbles* food would be a good idea right now...

"Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's head to the kitchen."

[Hector]

"Shall we Joey, or would you prefer us to do the honest thing and simply go to a restaurant?" Hector asked, hoping not to make Joey think that he had simply gotten himself into a lawless gang.

[Joey Risk]

Joey's eye softened lightly. His mouth was dry, never before had he been circled by demons and it wasn't going to end up in a battle. "No, we shall go to the kitchean though i am sure that the owners are long dead but alas i guess in this town they'll probably come back as zombies, it wouldnt really surprise me." He placed everything back in his bag and swung it heavily over his shoulder. "Oh, try and not make it seem i just joined a lawless gang." He chuckled lightly at the sudden joke.

[Hector]

Hector smiled.

"Very well then," he replied.
"To the kitchen!"

Hector began walking in a random direction that he assumed would lead them to the kitchen.

[Joey Risk]

Joey stopped at a fork in the hall, his hand point forward, the complete oppisite dereaction Hector was going. "It's this way Hector." He stopped and smiled as he headed down the hall, suddenly a crash was heard and a howl. Joey's eyes turnned and faced the door at the end of the hallway, the way they had entered. "Hector! We got problems!" He drew his gun from his bag, his finger twisting down around the trigger, hugging it. "We got lycans!" He shouted, the door basiclly screaming as the pounding of the lycans increased. "What the hell are they doing here!" He unloaded the solar flare bulets with liquid silver bullets, his hand moving swiftly as the door began to quiver. "Hecvtor surport the door, wind power thingy, i going to set some traps as we get food, It should hold them off."

[Hector]

Hector was actually surprised to hear Lycans trying to break into the hotel. Why would they do that!?!

"On it," he said calmly and confidently. With one hand he closed the door, but they weren't dumb. They smashed through the window beside it instead. There were three.

"Gladious, you handle one, I'll take the other. We can play with the third for a bit, just for fun."

Hector was beginning to like Joey. Thinking of food in a time like this...

[Joey Risk]

He smiled lightly, his hand spinning a long metal object. He stood at the doorway into the kitchen. "Dinner's ready." He smiled, his eyes glowing happily. He pumped what was a sonofabitch shotgun, as a old friend called it, the click echoped across the hallway. "Every in the kitchen, the dinner does want to be cool." He nodded lightly at Hector. "I starting to enjoy hanging with you Hector!" He laughed as one Lycan, the one they said to play with, desided to attack Joey. He turnned and lifted his knee into the stomach of the beast, it yelped and rolled into the kitchen. He fellowed it, he started to unleash his toy, he was only playing it missing by a few inches at the side of the head. "Lycans, i heard you loved the taste of silver as a night-kap." the beast jumped and slammed into Joey, his shoulders pressed into the wall making deep marks. It's eyes glared at Joey's. "Two words." Joey whispered, his hands pointing the shotgun at its nads. "Tic-Tac." He pulled the trigger, the shells shot straight in through into the testicals of the werewolf, it roared in agony. Joey grabbed his own pair lightly. "Damn, i felt that." He laughed and shouted out to Hector. "I just got to nudder a Lycan!"

[Hector]

Hector sidestepped and brushed the werewolf's attack with his scythe, and turned to prepare for it's counter attack. He couldn't help but laugh at the things that Joey said, and the werewolf managed to get get behind his weapon, knocking him to the ground. Hector raised himself up faster than he fell using wind, and then blew the werewolf off course as he charged again. The werewolf was inadvertantly intecepted by the other werewolf.

"Get a hotel... No wait," Hector said to the werewolves.

[Joey Risk]

"That was a terrible pun!" Joey shouted from the other room. He grabbed the head of the lycan and held it firmly over the stove, his hand pouring a lilter of brandy, mixed with oil. He smiled at the thought of this. "And for the desert Hector..." He turnned the stove on, on queae a massive charge of flame and explosion come from the kitchen, the fire system kicked into action water began to pour down onto them. "Flamed Lycan." He shouted finally, his eyes watching the lycan burn, it began to pound it's furry head onto the brick wall, repetedly. "Now Hector, Would you like a bit of Wolf steak?" Dropping down a huge meat cleaver onto the back of the lycan, now stuck between bone. "Well, we seemed to be having difficulty." The Lycan howled in anger and pain, his body trimbling with Fear.

[Gladious Nightsorrow]

Right...why are there so many wolves in this town?!...and I thought I've enough today, oh hell...

Gladious let out a long sign, and then answered, "Yeah...ok" with that, he drew out Vengeance from his back, but did not bother to block... Instead, he stepped back once, then stood there. The beast's strike landed on nothing but thin air.

"Stop trying, after all, you can't hit me." Gladious gave the best a cold stare, but it doesn't seem to get the hint and charged at Gladious again. *Sign* "I warned you..." Stepping forward again, Gladious is now behind the lycan's back before it even started to thrust its claw at him, and Vengeance is now slicing its way through the air towards it.

With a flash, Gladious took out one of the lycan's arm, the beast fell backwards, and howled out in pain. Before the poor thing realised what has happened, Gladious' huge blade has already struck home and is now comfortably tucked inside its spinal cord and there it remained until the little wolf stopped moving.

"Right...now that was boring. How are you people do..." Gladious stopped at the sight of exploding lycan genitals.

Ouch!!!... Why is everyone here crazy?
*Stomach rumbles*
But food is food afterall...

"I want mine medium... and lots of sauce..."

[Hector]

"It is fortunate that these werewolves weren't very tough at all. In fact they were fighting completely under animal instinct. I pressume that they had only just become werewolves for the first time... Oh well," Hector analysed.

"Well considering you just blew up the whole kitchen, we don't have much other choice do we?" Hector replied to Joey.

He sighed. "Ok, I'll have a leg then."
I never thought I'd ever be eating off werewolf...

[Joey Risk]

He grabbed the now dead lycan, it's body well cooked. He threw some out to the others. "Well, you should eat up quick, their tagged, more are coming." He sighed and bite onto an apple. "Lets have some fun, wanna torture?"

[Austin]

((Guys, stop this stupidness please, I will not have werewolves godmodded like this, for a start hitting a lycan with your knee would break your freaking knee, you are not going to deal with three of them that easily.

for second, a scythe is NO GOOD IN CLOSE QUARTERS, they're damn near six feet long ffs.

thirdly, no, you can't eat a werewolf, it would be cannibalism - once you kill weres they turn back to their human form.))

[Vincent Lémartes]

The door to the room opened and in walked Vincent causually, like he owned the place. Which was good because he did. He walked in and looked around the chaos, a look of disgust on his face.
"Gentlemen, stop this destruction now" he ordered, as if he was incharge of them.