Chapter 11 Beastmens Pub Part 3

"Nathan! Nathan!"

Someone is still shouting my name.

"Nathan."

It was a man's voice.

It's Dale's voice.

"Good you are okay, you must have been extremely tired."

Dale said, patting my back.

"What the hell happened?"

I asked.

"You took a long nap, for a good six hours. You even slept through the time I' took your kid home, he attempted to draw something on your face but I stopped him."

Dale said, chuckling.

"Right now I'm here for business. I've been following these leads or any sort of clues between me and Sanders."

Dale says while parking his truck.

He pulls the key out of the ignition, putting it in his pocket.

"So far we have got nothing, so I'm going to ask those guys who wander the streets for information."

Dale said.

"What type of information?"

I asked, rubbing my head.

"I need a lead. What happened last night isn't going to slip from my mind, parasites occupying the residence, a mad scientist in the basement experimenting."

Dale said.

"So you know people who might have an idea who is behind that shit show back there?"

I asked him.

Dale straightens up his tie and coat.

He steps out of the truck.

Stepping out of the truck I followed him.

"There are a lot of people who may know Nathan, but I trust these guys. I trust them that the men in there are called Vijot. It's possible they are descendants of men who had dragon blood flowing through their veins. Wielding very powerful magic, they were created in a lab under experiments. Similar to the one we saw last night. They are called Zephyrs."

Dale said.

Me and Dale walked through the dirty parking lot.

We approach the pub and the smells become more apparent.

Catching a collection of strong scents.

I can picture it.

Blood, liquor and vomit.

In front of the bar is a busted sign with a bright red R on top of the door.

We walk into the bar, men are roaring and shouting.

Two giant lizard beasts collide in the caged ring.

The cage is big enough to hold them, they tear at each other's flesh.

"Dale, it's nice to see you again, it's been a long time."

A man with a flashy purple suit and yellow tie greeted Dale.

His hair is gray, short and wavy.

"Nathan Axel, runs this fight club where beast men from all over this region visit whenever they can to place bets on their best warriors to fight here."

Dale said.

"Nice to meet you Nathan."

Axel shook my hand.

Looking at his eye's they resemble that of a reptilian.

"Yeah you too." I looked behind him and I saw a young man sitting in the booth.

"Who is that kid?"

Dale asks.

"He is an associate, why don't you come sit down and we can talk." We walked towards the booth where the kid, Axel, sat down next to him.

"So what can I do for you? Is Nathan here to fight for you?" Axel says, relaxing.

Dale chuckles.

"No, we aren't here for that. I'm looking for information on a certain organization. I have a clue, let me just show you."

Dale said, reaching into his coat.

A fire spreads around the caged ring.

Everyone is shouting confused and angry.

Hooded figure's leap in the crowd.

The hooded figure threw a dagger towards the young man sitting next to us.

At lighting speed, the dagger is deflected.

By an invisible wall, leaving a rippling effect.

It looks similar.

I've seen this somewhere before.

"Hey kid, what are you doing here exactly?"

I asked.

"That isn't any of your business boy."

Axel said turning to me.

The men in the crowd begin to attempt to attack the hooded figure.

"Take him down already they are just children!"

Axel shouts.

But another hooded figure appears.

Kicking a man down, he would fall.

"Everyone wait!"

Dale shouts.

Getting everyone's attention.

Dale rushed out of his seat.

Axel tries to stop him but it's too late.

Dale approaches them, slowly.

"Listen kid, we can work something out, it doesn't have to be this-"

Dale was interrupted.

The figure impaled him with a scythe.

My eyes widened.

"Dale!"

I shouted, running towards him.

The figure would retreat and pull the scythe out of his side.

A dagger is thrown at me, it slashes my forearm as I block trying to avoid it.

The men roar enraged before turning into their beast forms while in transition from man to beast.

The hooded figures take the opportunity to slay them before they become a threat.

They slash the men's heads off while targeting several of their limbs.

Blood splatters everywhere, I hold Dale's hand.

Staying by his side to protect him from the battle.

The hooded figures eventually clear a path.

Making their escape, they leave.

"Go after them! We won't get a chance like this again."

Dale said, groaning in pain.

I stood up and ran outside.

Tailing the two individuals.

I caught up to them, there were three of them.

They look like kids.

All three of them stand over a corpse.

Rain poured down onto the streets.

"There you are!"

I shouted..

"You shouldn't have followed us."

One of them said,

"He was one of you wasn't he?"

I asked, as the other two turned around on guard.

"I told you, Faron, he was just stalling but it's too late."

The one hooded figure with the scythe sprints towards me.

Swinging the scythe, catching the scythe.

I pulled the figure towards me and punched him as hard as I could.

Knocking him unconscious.

"Catherine!"

One of them shouts.

Catherine?

Pulling off the hood on the individual, her long orange hair.

Blood leaks from her nose.

One of them sprints towards me, he pulls out several daggers between his fingers.

Throwing the girl to my right side.

The kid on the left tosses 5 daggers at me.

Covering my face, the daggers stack on my forearm.

He pulls out two more daggers, dashing at me.

I pulled a dagger out of my arm.

We both clash.

Blocking his attacks, he continues to slash at my neck.

He would duck, stabbing me in the knee.

"Argh!"

I screamed in pain.

Unable to react.

He snatches the dagger out of my hand.

Lunging at me with a thrust.

I stop an incoming thrust by holding my hand out.

He shoves the dagger through my hand.

"Grahhh!!"

"Damnit kid that hurt!"

Gripping around the dagger tightly.

I pulled him closer, punching him with my free arm.

Knocking him back.

Pushing our distance away.

I could see a sinister smile underneath his hood.

"Eric!"

The other figure shouts as he sprints towards me.

I pulled the dagger out of my knee..

The second figure sprints at me, kicking my healing leg.

Falling on the injured knee.

He then kicks me in the face.

Raising his sword above me.

He slashes with his sword.

Blocking with my other forearm.

The blade stops at the bone.

He applies pressure, blood gushes out from my forearm.

"Graaa!!"

Screaming in agony.

He would stomp on my stomach.

My vision is clouded when I hear a small bomb go off.

It's smoke, or some type of particle I can't smell or see anything.

The three figures vanish.

My wounds heal in my forearm and legs.

Walking back to the Pub.

Dale stands outside waiting.

He holds his hip.

"Man, that hurts, I'm getting old."

Dale said.

I frowned, holding one of the daggers, handing it to Dale.

Dale causally inspects it.

"Don't worry Nate, I think I have an idea of who they are now."

Dale said, while pulling out his phone.

"I'm calling Sanders to see what he has found."

Dale said.