Even in Cardiff ,,,(open)

[patrickwinter]

Pat’s attention seemed to not on his newly hired mechanic, but at the small wall near by. Ironically there was nothing there that was to the naked eye anyway. His gaze was locked onto what he knew to be a gremlin, the one he had seen before on entering the town. This Gremlin itself had the usual features of its kind, and ape like body with claws and a demonic face. The thing that was odd about this one it was fatter then most, that and seemingly more pissed off then your usual Gremlin from the past. Usually they where docile creatures, this one looked like it was prowling?

Pat had to think quickly, he could come back for his bike, that or it could be repaired later. A human life such as Alex the Mechanic was not so easy to fix as a scooter, so he needed to get away from her with the fatty in pursuit. Pulling out what appeared to be a tazer from his pockets, his gaze never left the gaze of that spot on the wall. Pat hated being rude but this was probably for the best anyway “Listen lady” he said in a convincing lie “Its not about the bike, I thought you where a whore” he falsely admitted in a piggish fashion. Hopefully this would anger her enough to make her leave that or not follow him. Usually women hated being called whores, and reacted in blind rage.

Backing away from the scooter and the wall, his eyes had still not made contact with her. It would seem that his attentions where stuck in a staring match with another person, if another person was there at the time. Raising his hand held tazer in the air he let it crackle and glow, and glow and crackle it did, some would say he had that tazer modded. With that Pat Jolted round the corner tazer still on. The Gremlin followed its bait, leaping off the wall. It was still practically invisible due to the naked humans eye, but to the trained eye on tits leap it did shove a lot of rubble and dust off the wall. Running past the scooter its ape like tail nudged the scooter. Not that it cared, it wanted the sweet static of the moded tazer, with that it continued its pursuit of ‘beer guy’

[alex]

"So yeah," Alex continued, still examining the poor scooter, "Definitely going to need to bring it back to the shop. Can get rid of some of this rust, too," she hinted. Cleaned up and repainted, the scooter might not be too bad--old, but presentable. Would be a fun project for the afternoon. She was looking forward to it, even. And then, out of nowhere, came Beer Guy's abrupt admission. Well that was unexpected. Not entirely welcome, either. Come to think of it, it pissed Alex off almost as much as it confused her. Ever so slowly, she stood up and turned to face him. Oh, he was dead now. Surreptitiously, she turned up the intensity of her laser pointer. He deserved a few burns for his trouble. "Excuse me?" she asked, tone and expression clearly showing her opinion. Great, he wasn't even looking at her. She blinked, looking down at his hand. Was that a taser? Seriously, what the hell? Was it legal to have those? Granted, she had a few herself, but legality wasn't her biggest concern. Besides, the plutonium would probably cause more of a stir. Still, normal people didn't carry tasers, or lead single women out into parking lots with them...

A minute later, as Beer Guy brandished his taser at the wall, she came to a sensible conclusion: he was crazy. Delusional. He ran behind the corner, and the woman was half-tempted to follow and bitch at him. Even nutters needed to get yelled at, sometimes. Out of the corner of her eye, Alex saw the bike wobble. That was...weird. No cause that she could see. Although...she looked around, puzzled. There had been something in the corner of her eye a second ago. Great, now she was seeing things too. The parking lot was obviously empty, though there was this weird feeling. Anger, probably. Well, she needed an apology then. He did call her a whore. "Hey!" she called out, ducking down the alley after Pat, "Beer Guy! Anything you wanna say?"

[patrickwinter]

By the time Alex had met her ‘insulter’ in the ally, he was in a rather odd situation. Practically chocking, and yet at the same time levitating off the wall. Logic would of dictated that he was being lifted, this evidence was supported by the chocking sounds he made. Yes he was being choked and lifted, and not in the pleasurable senses either. With a croak like choke he trusted the tazer into what seemed like thin air and very thin air.

There was an almighty screech, half mixed between a bird and mythical movie monster in sound as Pat hit the ground with a thud. The bright red claw marks still visible on his neck he looked at Alex, his look showed a mixed reaction to her being there. “Electric” the man croaked grasping for air “Over charge the bastard” he ordered knowing he sounded insane right now. With that he went back to focusing on his own breathing, he knew Alex was a civilian in his war, but she was capable from what he could tell. If not she would die and so might. Until he could get full air in his lungs back, there was not much else he could do.

[alex]

Alex might have been a bit oblivious to the world, but she was far from stupid. Her common sense, however, was still a little faulty. This was nothing new--she did have a small fusion generator next to her bed. And though her common sense was able to figure out that Beer Guy was being choked by something invisible, it neglected to tell her that she should probably listen to what he had to say. Not that she really had a choice, anyway. Her taser, arc welder and tesla coil were all in the shop. Beer Guy's modified taser might have done the trick, but she suspected the invisible thing was between her and him. On the other hand, she had a laser welder in her hand. She had created it as a tool and curiosity, but was fairly certain it would make a decent weapon. None of the nice noises, though. She'd have to add something that sounded cool. Gunshot noises, or the 'pew pew pew!' that movie lasers made? Decisions. Decisions to be made at a later time.

And so Alex did what she could, and set her laser pointer as strong as it would go, all the way to 'melt titanium'. This was where her common sense failed her. She couldn't see what she was targeting, and everything else in the alley was a good deal less durable than titanium. Not that it really mattered--her main goal was to avoid getting killed, not to avoid a lawsuit. Alex fired the pen in a wide arc, watching the little red dot dance along the wall, melting brick in its wake. Then it stopped midair, and she grinned. Usually she'd be upset when Science didn't work properly, but here she was pretty sure that was a good thing. Alex moved the pointer in small circles as she backed away, hoping to maximize damage. What was that thing?

[patrickwinter]

The target area of that Alex hit seemed to have no effect that was until the attack hit. Then the sound came, it was technically a scream. Be it an inhuman scream that could closely be described as a mix of many human voices merged together like a monster from a bad B list horror movie. Be it cheesy or not it was there in reality, Patrick covered his ears expecting this ear splitting sound to come, he just hoped the gadget tooting Lassy could watch and follow suit.

Knowing he felt like he was going to pass from his attack, he was frankly impressed with her attack. From what he could see the gremlin was bleeding pretty badly, now all at was left was to finish the lil bugger off. Not that Pat was one in favour of meaningless culling, nor did he relish in giving pain to things. But at times a guy had to do what a guy had to do, and finishing this thing off seemed to be the humane thing to do. For one thing it was dying in pain, and two it was still a threat. Using the limited amount of air he had acquired during the girl’s attack and the limited will he was holding on to stay conscience from the attack he got up, as he got up slowly he picked up a conveniently placed rust piece of lead piping left in the ally.

Looking down at the large fat and green creature, his face showed little emotion spare in his eyes. If the truth be told his eyes were looking into the Gremlins eyes, they where confused, scared and confused. “Sorry, but this is for your own good” Pat stated seemingly to thin air. Raising his newly found pipe into the air he drew it down hitting something with above the ground. After a shorter louder scream the monstrous screaming stopped all together. Pat knew what would happen next, it was not ideal nor did he feel he had the energy or will power to cushion the poor girl from it. Instead he opped for the cleanest looking wall, and stumbled there leaning on it breaking heavily feeling like non permanent harm had been done by the attack. Not that he usually minded affixation, but some parts of the neck was not meant for those amounts of pressure nor lifting.

“Names Pat,” He between breath “Try not to freak out and DON’T call the cops” he added sternly before passing out, thankfully he passed out back on the wall in a planned manner and not on the dusty ground. Then it happened, with the life force of the gremlin gone, so was its natural ability to cloak itself psionicly from most humans. Appearing to arrive into existence in much a manner one would be expected of a chameleon fading back into colour there it was, standing at 7ft, obese and yet muscled, green fur and skin, sharp teeth and claws and a vile Stench. The Bleeding and burnt creature lay on the ground dead, its blood now clear on the floor. Pat had seen this kind of thing before, and would of usually cleaned the mess up before a civilian saw it, with him passed out though he didn’t have the ability nor the option.

[alex]

The scream that tore out of nowhere made Alex shiver, but she kept her pointer directed at that weird point of the air. She didn't know if the thing was wounded or just angry. Hopefully wounded. If she'd just annoyed it, well, she'd be next on the invisible-choking list. That wasn't really her first choice, but she tried not to think about it. Shoot first, ask later. If she started asking now, she'd be a gibbering mess. She was so wrapped up in it that she didn't notice Beer Guy until his pipe connected with the air. Oh good, he wasn't dead.

There was another scream, followed by a shimmer in the air. It solidified into a...well, Alex still didn't know what the hell it was. Alex hurriedly turned her laser pointer off as it crumpled--no point in melting more of the bricks. For a long moment that was the extent of her action, and she just stared at the beast. There was a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach that wasn't entirely due to the smell of charred flesh. There was something profoundly wrong about the creature in front of her. It was also bigger than she expected--the laser burn was low on its torso. The hole should have been wider and deeper, too, considering what she'd blasted him with. What the hell was that thing?

Beer Guy's words broke Alex out of her reverie. Right, no panicking. That was a perfectly reasonable request. She nodded mutely, and gave Pat a long look. He didn't look so good, but she figured 'no cops' meant 'no ambulances' as well. She knelt down next to him, checking to make sure he was breathing. There was blood, too, and that worried her. Damn, why had she slept through that first aid class? Alex moved him into a more comfortable position, and turned her attention to the monster-thing. Her jaw clenched. Even visible, it was frightening--big, muscled, and wielding a nasty set of claws. She needed to get it out of here--people would be coming, with the noise it had made. Needed to get Pat somewhere safe, too. Should have driven here; she had no way to carry the bodies. Her eyes strayed to the alley's dumpster. Well, that would work. Would at least keep the Thing hidden for a few hours, enough for them to get away.