Collaborative Writing Project: Red Bat



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The inspiration for our first tale, “Red Bat,” comes from the mind of acclaimed manga artist and author Takashi Okazaki (Afro Samurai)! Hiroaki Ikegami and Masao Maruyama (Ninja Scroll, Trigun) are executive producers.

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THE WORLD
It’s the year 2020 in New York City. Humans and vampires coexist. But due to “hygienic concerns,” vampires have stopped sucking live human blood and started receiving vaccinations in order to consume artificially engineered blood. As such, vampires are not treated as “monsters,” but as a “new species.” In fact, their physical abilities are no different from humans.

Red Bat is a monster corporation that provides artificially engineered blood for vampires throughout the world. Their drink comes in blood type flavors (A+, B+, etc.). Only vampires can taste the difference – to humans, it’s all “water that stinks of iron.”

“Vanarchists” are an extremist radical party based in America that advocates the doctrine of human supremacy. The Black Bats Party (BBP) is a vampire vigilante corps formed to protect vampires from Vanarchists.

THE CHARACTERS

 * The Vanarchist. Male, 20 years old, A vampire/werewolf who is also a graffiti artist, rapper, and skateboarder. Although he is a vampire, he bombs Vanarchist signs. He does not associate himself with any groups, but the Vanarchists now have a bounty on him.
 * The Girl. Female, 20 years old. A human and a pro BMX rider. While working as a pro-rider for Red Bat, she also participates in Vanarchist activities.
 * The Rival. Male, 22 years old. A vampire and a pro-boarder participating in Vanarchist activities. When donning a mask, he works as a member of BBP.
 * The CEO. Male, age unknown. Vampire and corporate executive. He is the president of the global enterprise Red Bat and the leading figure in business.
 * The Commander. Male, age unknown. The mysterious and charismatic leader of the Vanarchists, who has placed a bounty on the Vanarchist's heas. Main antagonist.

Introduction
The pool of blood spread slowly across the floor. "This isn't going to clean itself up," the CEO shouted, and flung a half-empty can across the room. His assistant rushed in, head down, to mop up the mess. But it wasn't blood at all. It was Red Bat, the artificially engineered beverage that his company produced for a very specific target market… the vampires, like him, who had come to prefer the manufactured drink over actual human blood. The CEO stood at the window of his corner office, contemplating the latest attack by the vanarchists. --Brian 17:21, September 3, 2013 (UTC)

The Vanarchist stood proudly at the defaced statue. His latest work was clearly his best yet. But it still needed something, something that would make it stand out. "Wait," thought the Vanarchist, "I have an idea." He took out red graffiti and made the statue's butt red, and with that, the work was finished. "It's the best representation of that jackass yet," said the Vanarchist with pride, "Governor Redwater is going to have a tantrum when he hears about this." --ScorpionTail (talk) 18:31, September 3, 2013 (UTC)

The Rival watched the Vanarchist as he defaced the statue. He felt inside his pocket to his mask. It was powerful. Like it was drawing him in. But he knew what would happen if he donned the mask and he hated it. So he walked up to the Vanarchist. --Mujie (talk) 20:24, September 3, 2013 (UTC)

The Vanarchist catches the Rivals approach out of the corner of his eye. He prepares a retort as the Rival prepares his insult when they are suddenly both interrupted by a call from above. Out on the overpass is the Girl straddling her bike as she points out in the other direction. Red and blue lights form on the horizon and the sirens get louder and louder as the police draw nearer. The Girl takes off, the Vanarchist and Rival follow suit heading off in different directions. The lights reflect on the CEO's office window as he peers down on the scene.--DoomBot (talk) 20:43, September 3, 2013 (UTC)

"That should keep them occupied for now," the CEO snarles into the windowpane, his wrinkled fingers fumbling at the metallic tab of another can of Red Bat. "There's always a revolution to be had, isn't there Plasma?" The CEO walks to the corner of his office, where Plasma, a vamp-pomeranian, is attentively eyeing the open can of Red Bat, his tail slapping against his little bed like a metronome. "There are always fools who can't see the big picture." He tilts the can of Red Bat over Plasma's water bowl, filling it halfway, and as Plasma furiously laps at the bright red substance, the CEO returns to the window to watch the sun disappear behind the city's skyline. Mhadick (talk) 21:39, September 3, 2013 (UTC)

Vanarchist Blues
The Vanarchist managed to evade the authorities for now, though it looked like they'd probably try looking for him again, so he had to move fast. He could remember how his problems started, how his father, a werewolf, was beaten within an inch of his life and shot with a silver bullet by bigoted vampires as he and his vampire mother watched. So many biased laws against werewolves were in place now that vampires had more control over the government and commerce. This moment shaped his entire life. --ScorpionTail (talk) 21:43, September 3, 2013 (UTC)

One wouldn't expect to find a Vanarchist base in the run-down "graffiti district" of New Jersey, but there it was: in an abandoned building, which had once stood tall and proud before a deadly hurricane had swept through the region, they talked and plotted. One could have mistaken it for an innocent social gathering until The Commander, their unofficial leader, entered the room. He stood on the top floor and looked down at the lobby where the other Vanarchists had gathered, raising a can of Red Bat into the air. "To the fall of the vampires," he toasted before flinging the can to the ground far below. "The fall of the vampires!" cheered the crowd. "And may their blood fill the streets once we are finished!" More cheers echoed from the crowd, and the Commander laughed menacingly. Do you believe in dragons? ;D D 22:13, September 3, 2013 (UTC)

"Commander!" A foot soldier stormed into the base late. "We've gotten intel on that guy people give our name to, the Vanarchist!" "That freak of nature; the hybrid werewolf and vampire? He never belonged anywhere, neither should he be allowed to run around with our name given to him. Especially since he always makes us look like idiots." The commander gave the order for a bounty on the Vanarchist, whomever kills him and shows proof, shall be rewarded as one of the commander's aides, something the Girl wanted more than anything.--Zeromaro (talk) 23:06, September 3, 2013 (UTC)

Word spread through out the different factions of Vanarchist on the bounty eventually reaching the group in which THE Vanarchist resided. His faction was one of the few outside of the influence of the Commander, so he wasn't too worried about the members of his crew. Also his own influence as an underground rapper had gain a rather strong fan-base within the Vanarchist. He didn't have to worry about a group lynching, but individual attacks were cause for conscern and he contemplated this while cruising on his skateboard in the crew's makeshift skate park in an abandoned warehouse. A few other members were skating as well, some gathered supplies for the next raid, and other prepared to distribute the Vanarchist new single on the web and on the streets.--DoomBot (talk) 00:12, September 4, 2013 (UTC)

Donning The Mask
While the others in his Vanarchist group where gathering supplies for the upcoming raid,The Rival had wondered off with his own agenda. After he slipped away from the group he headed down town to the BBP offices thinking about the Vanarchists and what he should warn of. Disappointed that he was in an off beat division and not as close to the Commander as he wanted he knew that as long as he was near The Vanarchist himself, he in time would get closer. Throwing on his black combat gear he'd turn the corner covering his thoughts with the mask preparing for the task ahead. --Rexking596 (talk) 20:06, September 3, 2013 (UTC)

The "Vanarchist" approached a nightclub at the edge of the city called "The Solar Eclipse". The thumping music, the lights, and the crowd were all he needed to blend right in. Besides, a friend of his ran the place, so he got permission to go in for free without any condition. "Yo, Gabriel!" yelled a familiar voice, "how's my man of the hour faring?" Gabriel turned to see a slick-looking man in a suit come over and pat him on the back. "What's been going on, Julius?" asked Gabriel, taking off his red hood. --ScorpionTail (talk) 01:11, September 4, 2013 (UTC)

Meanwhile, at Red Bat headquarters, the CEO picked up the phone and dialed the BBP. "Can I get the man known as the Rival?" "Yes, sir," came the reply, "but not for several hours." The man sighed. "Very well, if you can find him, tell him that a large mob of Vanarchists have gathered around my corporate headquarters." There was a pause. "I think he knows." The BBP contact hung up and the CEO sighed. The sound of shouts and screams from the melè below carried up all the way to the top floor. "I can't stand much more of this." He turned and headed for a hidden door in the wall. "A-positive," he said, and the door swung open. Six other vampires were gathered around the table. The CEO nodded and sat down at the head of the table. "Gentlemen, we need options. And we need them before the Vanarchists start a war."

Do you believe in dragons? ;D D 01:18, September 4, 2013 (UTC)

Standing right behind the Commander, as always, and quite content to do just that, seeing as many not so willing he had seen perish for their ambition stood a man by the name of the Scholar. It was important to use nicknames in this organization, any real name could be traced, any person when traced was then vulnerable. He planned on no statues or names in the history books at the end of this, all such credit, as well as the lion's share of risk would go to the Commander. To be honest, he thought to himself with a loud yawn shifting his walking stick, this little mob was simply a distraction. A lure. The real goal was a massacre, by which to attain more recruits, brighter recruits. As long as the leadership of the movement did not falter, was not decapitated, the body could regrow stronger parts- more calloused and toughened. Not only would their numbers swell if the "Leeches", one of the many names they used to dehumanize the vampires, over-reacted, but the general movement would become toughened. Yes, Idealists would be needed to swell the ranks in the movement's infancy, but ultimately what was needed was people made strong and resolute by seeing their friends parish. Of course, only the top leaders could know this, the common people were too easily wrapped up by trends or notions of superficial morality created in part by the corporations and vamps themselves. Let them see, he chuckled, let them see their friends' heads blown off, chunks of brains between their fingers, let them see the true nature of the Leeches, and their elite backers right in front of their eyes. From such ranks would come Hardened Revolutionaries, not mere idealists engaging in activism, but people ready to spill and shed blood for the cause. One thing he knew for certain, once they lost their own comrades, they would be ready to start making their own kills, and once they made their first kills- they were his. One can't walk back after one has killed for a cause, because then what is one? A common criminal? A murderer? Who could ever admit that? He watched the mob press forward, and with casual grace stepped back among the throng of onlookers- just another person among the bystanders. Men like him, trained, read, educated in strategy and tactics, were worth a hundred, a thousand of those within the mob he would sacrifice on this glorious evening. The Leeches would today find that Red Bat was not completely so composed of Artificial Blood as one might think, the stains drenching the concrete would prove it. Zukomones (talk) 01:51, September 4, 2013 (UTC)

The Rival had already infiltrated the Red Bat building and set up some traps for the Vanarchists for when they enter. He set himself behind a ceiling tile ready for an attack. He took out his mask wondering about the consequences of what might happen after he uses it. But he lost the time to think as the Vanarchists set off some of traps like sleep gas or a paralyzing aroma. Taking a peek through the ceiling tile he saw one of the commander's aides. Realizing the traps he set up would not be enough to take out an experienced lieutenant who would see through them, the Rival put on the mask and dived down taking out several Vanarchists. "Vanarchists, feel the power of the D Mask."--Zeromaro (talk) 01:37, September 4, 2013 (UTC)

Meanwhile we see a Character codenamed "Visionary" leading an elite team of Vanarchists into a Red Bat Production facility. This being the true objective behind the riots the team gets into position to take the building. --Rexking596 (talk) 01:56, September 4, 2013 (UTC)

Gabriel and Julius sat on the sofas in what looked like the lounge area of the nightclub. A blonde woman who appeared to be a stripper working at the nightclub approached and sat next to Gabriel as he and Julius discussed business. "You hear the news?" asked the blonde woman, "A werewolf corpse was dropped by the theater last night." "What is causing all of these murders?" asked Gabriel, "And who are you?" "That's Bethany," answered Julius, "She's been wanting to meet you for awhile, dude." --ScorpionTail (talk) 02:07, September 4, 2013 (UTC)

Rioting at the Red Bat Building
"Who can help us, besides BBT and the werewolves of course?" inquired James, head of the marketing department. The CEO laughed. "Werewolves? If they even exist, they won't be much help. Crescent moon, you notice." The others nodded. "I doubt that BBT alone will be able to end the riots," Arnold, head of research, added, "the movement is strong. Even if every Vanarchist dies tomorrow, there will still be those who call us Leeches and despise Homo vampiricus. They fear that which is different." James nodded. "After all, think how long it took blacks to get accepted, and they're fully human." Vlad, head of advertising, turned to look at the CEO. "The fact that Red Bat has grown into such a massive company despite being run by and catering towards vampires is astounding. We're all proud of what has been accomplished, and this building represents the future for our race. But there are people who fear what this building symbolizes. Once this riot comes to an end, it won't be over. There will be more riots until we have accepted or hunted down and driven into extinction." It was a sobering thought, indeed, and the table fell silent. "Then I propose we take the first option," said the CEO, breaking the silence, "gain acceptance. For our image, the best course of action would be to do nothing. Make the Vanarchists look bad by continuing to improve our image. We need to seek compassion. Vlad, I'd like you to dream up a commercial, a plea to the people, if you will. Everybody else, this meeting is adjourned." They nodded and stood, and soon a flock of bats vanished into the night sky. But the CEO stayed behind, and he sat at his desk and sighed, staring forlornly at a picture of Vanessa. "Oh darling," he muttered to the picture, "if only…"

Unfortunately, some of the Vanarchists were armed. The leader of the gathering mob, "Big Dog", stood in front of the crowd, almost half again as tall as any other man, and "built like steel" as his comrades put it, he looked plenty intimidating too with his green mohawk. Nobody doubted his sincerity or courage, just last month he took a baton to the face and did not lift a finger. He understood when passive resistance was needed, in his mind, this was ancient history. "Look here, Scholar gave us some heavy arsenal to shut these bloodsuckers down once and for all. The time for talk is over, actions speak louder then words." He shouted and hoisted his assault rifle into the air. "I say it is time we stand up to them. Who is with me!? STAND UP TO THEM!" He lead by example and ripped open on one of the security guards, unloading an entire magazine, the blue uniforn turning into red splotches and then getting cut down to half its height as more rounds tore open large sections of the glass door and large windows dotting the skyscraper's front. Another Vanarchist tossed a grenade, and at least a dozen more began firing their weapons. "Holy mother f---!" one unlooker shouted as the rest ran away in a panic.

Do you believe in dragons? ;D D 02:27, September 4, 2013 (UTC)

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