Cross-Over...

[Jacob]

The neck snapped, blood spurted from the Orkhid' mouth as it flopped to the ground. Lance smirked, watching as the creatures companions took aim, their weapons locked on his torso.

Lance: "Don't expect me to go easily...heh."

The guns sounded and the bullets rushed through the air, hitting Lance' stomach. The ripples travelled around his body, making the black nothingness move like a pond that had just been disturbed by a stone. The dark Sarraphin screamed and flew his head up high...his eyes glowing, his wings spread and his arms open he slowly fell backwards. The dried-soily dirt being his cushion. He hit it hard, dispersing into small whisps of shadow. Leaving no trace of his being on the ground.

Soldier: "Heh, heh, heh. Cocky little f*ck. Call base and tell them to come and pick up RJ."

He nodded to the corpse on the ground and cocked his gun. It was a black shotgun...pump action, extremely powerful. Capable of taking down 3 Scrabs with one shot. He turned and brought the cigarette, from behind his ear, to his mouth, meeting it with a lighter. He took a drag and blew it out through his nose, sighing happily. Hearing his companion on the radio he turned to give him the co-ordinates, upon turning he was met with the murderer who had supposedly being executed.

Soldier: "YOU!?"

He pointed his shotgun at Lance and fired, and as he pulled the trigger Lance dispersed himself again. To show the back of the other Orkhid who was on the radio. The hard shelled bullets entering the creatures back and then exploding whilst inside. Forcing the Orkhid' intestines out of its stomach and shattering all bones. Infact...the whole inside of the Orkhid was decemated...burnt out and destroyed. It dropped lifelessly to the ground, its arms and legs twitching gently. Black blood quenching the soils thirst.

Lance: "Stupid, stupid...now what will your leaders say, eh?"

Soldier: "Where are you...who are you!? What do you want!?"

He was startled and angry...he had lost two of his best friends in under 5 mins. And one died by his own hand. Spinning around he tried to find were his attacker was...but nothing. He stopped turning around and stared at his best friend whom he had just murdered. Taking one last drag of his cigarette he smirked and pulled out a grenade.

Soldier: "Taking on me was the worst thing you could have done, mate."

And as he said this a cloud of black shadow formed around him, closed in on his face and sank into his eyes. Destroying his conciousness and soul...yet keeping his body intact.

Lance: "Be blessed...your shell is now mine."

The body of the Orkhid dropped to the ground, the cigarette cut in half by the Orkhid' clenched teeth and the eyeballs slowly whitening. The hand twitched gently, allowing the Grenade to roll freely out of reach...and slowly but surely the creature was possessed.

~End~