Hell has literally, broken out into the modern world. no gun, rocket or modern weapon can stop them, only those touched by darkness, wielding powerful ancient weapons can stop them. David Strome is one of these people. he is an ex-cop he had his soul taken from him by an unknown demon and has since sought revenge on the demon. he wields two katana blades with the most excellent of skill. these r not enough in battle however, but fortunately, he has powers of which are still unknown to his new "companions." his personality is wild, unpredictable and dangerous. he answered the preachers(abbs) call against the forces of Hell to find the "thing" that scarred him for life and to pay him back.

(Hellbreakers? Strome?)

Preacher Smith strolled up the street. He checked his guns and then proceeded down the road.

"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

Jessica yawned and dragged her fingers through her tousled red hair, sitting up on her bed. She tugged at the blinds and peered out at the street below. Something was coming. She could feel it. The atmosphere of her home city was strange of late, it sweltered under unatural heat and the air was thick and stank of car fumes and a slight tang of blood...That, probably was due to the current 'troubles' the world was facing. Jessica didn't care. As long as she still got her...various pleasures, she didn't care...
A noise made her look out of the window again, then she flopped back down on the bed. Just one of those dumb preachers....if he wanted to be that close to god he should come up and ask me to help....Jessica thought wryly and began to play with one of her knives.

Preacher Smith could sense a troubled soul but continued down the road.

'watch it, jack ass.' came a voice by Smiths feet. there was a man with long, straight black hair and an equaly long black jacket on the floor. Smith was standing on his fingers.

Jessica glowered as a commotion drifted through her wndow. She thrust her head out of the window and saw the preacher guy in some sort of altracation with a man in a dark coat. "HEY! Shut the **** up you ****s!" Jessica snapped and slammed the window shut. "Now...where did I put my sais?"

Preacher Smith pointed a gun at the stranger's head.
"What are you doing here?"

from the sewers, sprung out several slimy creatures. David pulled at his two katanas as one charged at him but the blades were knocked out of his hands by the attack. he flipped backwards, grabbed hold of a lampost behind him, sung around and smashed the monster in the face, knocking him back, hard, into a wall. he then collected one of his blades and finished it off with a swift blow to the head. then, he picked up his other katana, that was implanted in the ground a few metres away.

(heck, hell ain't gonna wait for u. plus abbs, what's puzzling u about the names. oh, forget it)

Jessica was now sat cross legged on her window sill, watching in interest and eating a bag of prawn crackers. "Need any help there blue eyes?"

he remained quiet but looked strenly at her. he didn't feel like speaking to some wannabe nobody, looking for a few bad cracks to make about him. instead, he ignored her and returned to kill more of the monsters. Preacher Smith was too busy yakking to everyone about, "the end" and for them to repent, that he hadn't noticed them, though everyone else had.

Jessica gave an irritataed tut as the man looked away after giving her the once over. "Okay, so you have green eyes. Do you want my help or not?" Jessica queired, pulling her own katana into view. She balanced it carefully on the tip of one finger and looked intently at Strome.

"well...., if the old preacher ain't gunna move his butt, u may as well. u look pumped for it. just stay outta my way...," David said, almost cruely.

"If thats the way you like it.." Jessica said, a slightly crazy gleam in her eyes. She stood and jumped all in one swift movement and set about at a monster, killing it, but not in a very clean way...

The Preacher started shooting.
"Praise ye the Lord. Sing unto the Lord a new song, and his praise in the congregation of saints." The beast screamed.
"Let Israel rejoice in him that made him: let the children of Zion be joyful in their King. Let them praise his name in the dance: let them sing praises unto him with the timbrel and harp." It screamed again.
"For the Lord taketh pleasure in his people: he will beautify the meek with salvation." THe creature was dead.

'jerk' siad the man, brushing himself off. his face was covered by a pair of thick black glasses.
he paced to Smith and pushed him.

"Ooooh! That is soo impressive!" Jessica said with a sarcastic laugh. "What're you gonna do next? Paint his nails?"

'tart.' he shrugged, and walked back to where he was prevoisly sitting.

"Jam or custard?" Jessica asked with a sly grin, turning her attention back to one of the monsters, gutting it. "Hmm...thi gunk'd better come off..." Jessica said, inspecting her short dark red dress.

The man sat back on the dusty floor and started fiddeling with a knife.

"Y'know, there are a few more of these tings to deal with. It would be nice if you helped!" Jessica yelled, her back to the scuffle. A monster lunged, so without turning, she flicked her sword up, driving it straight through the creatures heart.

'fine' his hands blurred with speed as he flung several small daggers across the pavement and each burroed into one of the creatures necks.
'err. could someone pass me those back. there kind of expencive.

Jessica bent down and yanked the knives out of the credatures necks. "You want them? Say please and come and get them.." Jessica said, playing with one, whle sticking the others in her belt.

he got up and walked slowly towards her. he was quite tall and he towered over her. befour anyone could move, he whipped a white stick from his sleave and tripped he over, grabbing the knives befour she fell.

"Well that wasn't very nice...still, I got you to come over.." Jessica smirked. "Now, if thats going to be all, I left my stereo on..."

he was alreadly padding back to his sit down spot.

Jessica yawned and sprang up the fire escape, diving in through her window.

'bloody deamons have scared off all the hot dog salesmen.'

Jessica leaned out of her window. "You wanna hotdog? I have hotdogs! I can make you one if you want!" she yelled so that the whole street could hear. "ow about you blue eyes? Oh, and Mr Preacher man, you hungry?"

'where is your front door?' Said the man.

"Number twenty three!" Jessica yelled. "Or you could come up the fire escape!"

"I'll have a hot dog, if it'll pass the ime but could you tell me what you're doing here?"

"I live here," Jessica said, making large hand gestures. "What're you doing here? Oh, excuse me a moment..." she said, and went into her bedroom to change into an equally short, black dress.

'the number of the house.. yea, real helpfull.' he muttered. he got up and stumbeled towards Smiths voice.
'im hungry. where are the dogs?.'

"It's the building three doors down, take the stairs to the second floor and its the apartment with the green door!" Jessica yelled, still half changed.

'green door... great'

"Hell, I didn't paint it. You comin or not? They're almost ready.."

'excuse me. black glasses, white cane.. what part of that dont you get?'

"Listen, I gave you directions..oh. OK, wait willya..." Jessica grrumbled and went back out of the fire escape, then led the guy up the stairs, with the otes not looking as if they were about ready to follow. "Say, you fight pretty well for a blind man..how is that?"

'i can hear pretty well. ' he grumbeled.

"The Lord helps the helpless through others." The Preacher was starting to grate.