Humanity's Finest: Chapt 1

Humanity's Finest

Chapter 1

The crowd had literally lost their cool when they saw Dempsey kick the cheetah to the floor with his boot. Someone within the crowd screamed when Dempsey rapidly fired his CZ 75 at the guards around him' with fifteen rounds in the chamber many of them fell to the ground with holes in their back, head and stomach. The one he spared, was the one he kicked to the floor. With a cold and emotionless smile Dempsey watched as the cheetah tried to crawl away from him.

"Aw did I scare the furball?" Dempsey mocked as he holstered his pistol. He turned his gaze to three dragons who were now approching him, he could see the suspition and uncertainty in their eyes. But they were also cautious, seeing that little display he put on had put the dragons on edge. The crowd that was behind were following the dragons but at a safe distance, the cheetah quickly got on his feet and ran behind the dragons for safety.

"Frickin' coward, your not so tough now are ya', you bastard!" Dempsey spat in disgust.

Dempsey's brow arched in surprise when the dragons stopped in front of the cage, and began to sniff him as if they were looking for something. They actually were trying to discover if he was the same person a few months ago. Dempsey merely observed the dragons in front of him; they seemed familar yet at the same time they didn't.

"Dempsey? Is that you?" The blue dragon asked in a curious yet hopeful voice.

That voice was enough to make Dempsey recognise the dragon, Cyril! But if he was in front of the cage, then the other guardians were... "Oh shit..." He cursed his gaze turning to the large green dragon. "Terrador? Please tell me you're not gonna try and crush me as a boulder?" Dempsey asked backing away from the guardians out of fear. His right hand hovering over the grip on his pistol, getting himself ready to fight if he needed too.

Terrador lowered his head so he and Dempsey were able to talk face to face. "No, not unless you do something that makes me however."

Dempsey stood in his cage with a dumbfounded look on his face. He took a minute to stare at the corpses around him, and in disbelief he rubbed his nose. Were these dragons blind and stupid? "Dude, I just shot and killed moles and cheetahs around my 'cage' that should make you do something!"

"Yes, it is true that you have killed." Cyril started with a grim voice. "But you must have had a good reason for it?"

"Hmm, lets see. Kidnapping me, giving me next to nothing to eat, and showing me as a curiosity to this city of yours. Yeah, I concider those as 'good reasons' to kill 'em." Dempsey answered with a growl. "Not to mention that they attacked me and the others shortly after we accidentally came here." He further added in distaste.

Terrador arched his brows in surprise, there were more with him? "Others?" He asked. "How many others?"

"About three more, the same dudes that you encountered in the temple." Dempsey answered' he looked around in the cage he was in, and looked at the crowd behind the guardians. "Not nice people if you piss 'em off."

"I have a question if you don't mind Dempsey." Volteer spoke quickly.

"Er... Ok?" Dempsey gave the yellow dragon an awkward look.

"You seemed to have aged rather drastically in a short time, how did this happen?" Volteer asked eagerly, wanting to learn what caused this.

"Well, remember that building Terrador and the other earth dragons collasped?" The dragons nodded. "Well one of them managed to get a lucky hit on the machine we were in. It malfunctioned, throwing us into the past and aging us at the same time." Dempsey shuddered before glaring at Terrador. "Thank's for that, you and you're dragons just took about three years out of me."

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The valley of Avalar had seen its fair share of battle during the war against Malefor. And when the planet was breaking apart it left some areas of the valley impassible; villages went missing or were destroyed by Malefor's army of grublins and trolls. But now the valley was about to be met with some new arrivals. Three to be exact.

"Well thank's to Takeo, Dempsey vas captured."

Doctor Edward Richtofen, who is also known as "The Doc" and "The Butcher" walked through the forest with Takeo Masaki and Nikolai Belinski who were standing five metres away from him. From the effects of the teleporter that had been damaged the three had aged, but the one who had aged the most was Takeo. Now he has a mustache and a few wrinkles under his eyes. But the rest of his appearence is fairly the same, his Katana still hung loosely in his sheath that was strapped to his waist. His canteens and pouches were on several places of his body, mainly on his belt.

Nikolai had put on a few pounds though, but nothing else on him looked different. Save for a band-aid on his left arm when he teleported into the past. Somehow, his sack that contained bottles of vodka remained. His clothing consists of a standard Red Army uniform, with the addition of a cloth tied over his head like a bonnet.

Richtofen looked the same before the teleporter malfunctioned, the only thing that's changed is the dirt and grime on him. Plus there was a dark shade of grey on his face. Adjusting his visor cap so the sun wouldn't get in his eyes Richtofen slung his MP40 on his back and sat on a stump.

"Resting comrade?" Richtofen didn't bother looking up. His feet were killing him, and he had little patence for just about anything. But Nikolai? He could spare some of his time for that drunk.

"Ja, my feet are KILLING me." Richtofen replied, saying the word "killing" in a high pitched voice. "My feet must rest."

Sitting down on a large log nearby Nikolai unslung his sack and placed it on the ground. After a few seconds of trying to open it, he took out the bags contents. A bunch of bottles that had clear liquid's inside them, five magazine rounds for his AK47, and lastly four M67 grenades. He checked his person for anything else he might be missing, and after finding a few canteens that were half empty he set them on the ground.

"Well, looks like my water supply is almost out." He grimly stated. Looking at the doctor and the Imperial who was leaning against a tree, he sighed. "What about you two? How well supplied are you?"

Rubbing his chin Richtofen checked his pouches and pockets and placed whatever he could get his hands on, onto the ground in front of him. Three magazines for his MP40, ten rounds for his duel wield CZ 75. Because for Richtofen, carrying one pistol is never enough. And two M67 grenades' plus he had two canteens that were almost empty as well.

"My vater supply as almost out as vell. We will need to fill them up!"

"Da, I agree. What about you Takeo?" Nikolai asked taking a swig of vodka.

Takeo merely stared at Nikolai before replying "I do not need to check my suppries." Nikolai gave him an irriated look and Richtofen merely sighed; rubbing the bridge of his nose to get rid of the headache that was building.

"I checked them hours ago..." Takeo continued as he looked away to admire the scenery around them. "My AK74u is armost out of ammunation. And my water suppry is row."

"Richtofen, why can't Takeo say 'L' in words? It is confusing." Nikolai whispered so Takeo couldn't hear.

"During my time in Japan, ze Japanese don't have the letter 'L' in their alphabet." Richtofen explained to the confused Soviet. "So, anything that has 'L' in it, vill be replaced by ze letter 'R' is zat good enough Russian?"

Itching the side of his nose Nikolai shrugged, but nodded none-the-less. "Da, I understand now. But it still confuses me."

Nikolai and Richtofen stared at Takeo when they heard him chuckle. The Imperial was staring at a deer that was staring at the group from a distance. Looking at the Nazi and Soviet Takeo unslung his AK74u. Without saying anything Nikolai and Richtofen gathered all their equipment and canteens and unslung their own weapons. They were going to get food, no matter the cost.

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A few minutes later...

Nikolai was cowering behind a stump with his head inbetween his legs, the deer when they went after it proved to be too much for the drunk. Takeo and Richtofen literally laughed their own heads off when they say him curl up into a ball for his own comfort. But the deer was killed and they made a campfire, with meat from the deer cooking from a peice of wood. When Nikolai refused to eat the food from the "demon animal" as he called it Takeo placed a large quantity of meat into a dry cloth covering it from all the dust and bugs that would be attracted to it. They needed food to keep going and they weren't going to forget about Dempsey; he needed food as much as they did.

"Vell, we should rest here." Richtofen said with a yawn. "Afterwards, we shall hunt down Dempsey, and those who captured him!" He added with a sadistic smile.

"I agree with Richtofen, resting first, finding the stupid American rater!" Takeo agreed with a laugh.

"If I wasn't forcing to work with that Japanese pig, his face would meet the end of my boot." Nikolai grumbled, his hatred for the Imperial growing.

Nikolai immeditally sat up when he heard something moving in a bush nearby. Grabbing his AK47 and taking off the safety Nikolai got on his feet and slowly approched the bush, his index finger planted firmly on the trigger.

"Nikolai? Vhat are you doing?" Richtofen called out.

Nikolai held up a hand silencing the German as he continued his approach. He ran the barrel of his assult rifle into the bush, forcing it open to see what was within. After a few intense moments Nikolai withdrew, sighing in relief. Takeo and Richtofen became less tense as they removed their caps to rub their foreheads.

"I swear I heard something inside that bush..." Nikolai said with uncertainty.

The next thing Nikolai knew, he fell to the ground face first and felt something bite down on his leg. Screaming in agony Nikolai looked over his shoulder as he felt himself getting dragged away. He heard Takeo and Richtofen shouting in alarm as they grabbed their weapons and began firing randomly what whomever was attacking Nikolai.

Nikolai felt the grip on his leg tighten. "Chyort! It's grip is tightening!!! Get it off you facists!!!" Nikolai shouted pain filling his voice.

Richtofen had gotton a lucky hit as he heard something whimper in surprise, and Nikolai getting back on his feet before limping towards them.

"Nikolai! Are you alright?" Richtofen asked his voice full of concern.

"Da, the piz'da got me by surprise." He whinced when he tried to pull some weight on his injured foot. "Chyort! I won't be able to fight like this!" He complained as he fell down on his butt.

Takeo who had grabbed Nikolai's weapon handed it to the Soviet. "Thank you very much,"

The three were on high alert now that they knew they weren't alone. Nikolai winced as he got down on one knee and scanned his surroundings. The other two had their backs turned to Nikolai and were scanning the area carefully for the intruder. Whoever was here wasn't friendly, and they weren't going to leave their camp without a fight.