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It is a dark autumn night in Drake City. The sun has just set and the industrial city is coming alive. The city natives are out to mingle, some headed to work, others stirring up trouble. In a cold dark alley connected to the main street, you hear tussling and a dog yelping out in pain. A gang of guys are jumping on an overgrown wolf-like creature, a Lycan. A creature who stands primarily on its hind legs. It is small to be fully mature, a little muscular but a runt really. Its fur is black and a dirty brown but that is obscured by it being soaked in its own blood. The thing has been beaten to hell, has several broken bones and is bleeding from its mouth, nose, and ears. The leader of the gang has pinned the Lycan against a trash can and begins choking the life out of him.
The leader whispers to the Lycan in a cocky tone of voice, “We’re going to make an example out of you, you over grown mutt.” The leader pulls a Bowie knife from his belt and holds it against the neck of the bloodied Lycan. The Lycan, with a lifeless expression, eyes the lips of the pale man with his blurry vision. The leader of the gang yells, “This is Drake city, you diseased bottom-feeding overgrown rats are not welcome here!” The rest of the gang continues to observe behind the leader while cheering him on, obscuring the view of many civilian bystanders passing on curious about the situation.
“I am going to cut you up into tiny kibbles and bits and mail your furry ass back to puppy land where your own species will eat you without thinking. Mindless mammals you all are!” The leader exclaims with a sick sadistic smile on his face. The Lycan looks in the shining eyes of the leader and without hesitation spits his own blood in the leader’s face and sternly says, “Do your worst... parasite!” The leader, disrespected, rears back his hand wielding the Bowie knife, punches and breaks the Lycan’s jaw. The Lycan falls to the ground writhing in pain. Knowing it would only hurt more to move, he stays as limp as possible. The gang’s leader wipes the blood off his face and tastes it. With a disgusted snarl and glare he then begins giving the Lycan another vicious beating. It tries to scream and whimper but moving its jaw was too much pain to handle.
“Dirty canine, your blood’s no good, I’ve tasted better pig’s blood!” He yells mockingly while his gang continues to laugh and cheer. “Blood Pack! Remember that in the afterlife you worm!” The Leader of the gang yells as he stops kicking the Lycan in its tender ribs and readies to sever its spine. He raises the Bowie knife in the air while laughing evilly and shouts, “Good bye Lassie, It was fun!”
In a flash of light, the Gang leader’s hand bearing the Bowie knife hits ground in front of the Blood Packs grunt members but it is no longer attached to their leader. The Blood Pack’s members freak out, yelling as the area begins to be quickly surrounded by a thick fog. The rest of Blood Pack’s scared members peer through the fog and see two men coming towards them. The first one lunges at them like he has been thrown. It is their leader, he lands on the under-boss in shock and clutching the wrist where his hand once resided. The rest of the gang looks on at the second, ominous man in the fog.
The man’s eyes begin to glow a deep purple and a voice echoes from the fog angrily, “Take your leader and go, if you don’t want to end up like him.” With swiftness they grab their leader and pull him out the alley and make their way up the main street frightened, knocking pedestrians over. The beaten Lycan hears the commotion, peeks over seeing a blur of a shadow man in the thick of the fog. The man walks towards the Lycan out of the fog but before it could see his face it blacks out.
A few days later a man wakes up in a small dark tent, lying on a small cot. He hears crickets chirping. He hears the crackling, burning lumber and smells it. He lays there gathering his thoughts, he feels lost, light-headed and starved. He then sits up and immediately feels a sharp pain in his ribs and remembers the beating he took from the Vampyr gang. The man gently lays a hand on his abdomen anticipating pain and feels some type of cloth. After examining the cloth closely he realizes it is bandaged. He feels his legs, they as well are bandaged, and as for the rest of him he was naked. He had returned to his tiny, more frail, human form. Wondering where he got the bandages from, he remembers the man in the fog and begins to hear the crunch of light footsteps on foliage covered grass. He finds the opening to the tent and peeks through it. He sees the dark woods being lit up by a tiny camp fire while a tall shadowy figure feeds it with more wood. After placing the wood in the fire the tall man sits down on a stump in front of the fire, hangs his head down and lets out a sigh of relief. The man then quickly looks up at the tent. The Lycan-man inside becomes nervous, the hair on his tail and the back of his neck stands up as if he was shocked and he freezes up, hoping the tall man forgets about the tent but he doesn’t. The tall man grabs something next to him, stands up and slowly walks around the fire. The Lycan, becoming fearful of what might happen, quickly jumps out of the tent, totally disregarding his injuries and tries to confront the man.
“Ouch! Oh hell that sucks!” The Lycan-man falls to his knees writhing in pain. The dark shadowy man quickly walks forward towards the Lycan. The Lycan, not knowing his intentions, takes a swing at the man and collapses. The man springs backwards and the Lycan-man yells, “Damn it”, in continuous pain. “At least your jaw is back to normal. You need to rest! You haven’t healed all the way yet.” the mysterious man says bending down to assist the Lycan. The Lycan hears the concern in the man’s voice and it angers him he stands up trying to see past the shadows and realizes what happened before he blacked out and yells at the mysterious man, “Why did you do it?” The man, confused replies, “What?” “Why did you interfere?” The Lycan screams while growling. The man thinks for a moment and then gives a tiny chuckle and states, “Because you was getting your ass beat!?” The Lycan-man’s golden skin tone quickly sprouts fur, his face forms into muzzle, and his limbs grow out as he transforms into his Lycan form and shouts loudly at the mysterious shadow man, “I did not ask for your help I can handle my own!” The shadowy man paused for a moment turns his head in confusion and replies, “They were going... to Kill you!” The Lycan responds, “What’s it to YOU!?” as he is too weak to fully transform and recedes back to his man form.
There is an uncomfortable silence for a few moments, even the crickets had stop chirping due to all the yelling until the mysterious man begins shaking in anger. He then breaks the silence. “You ungrateful shit bag!” He yells balling his fists. “I had more important things to do than saving your nutty ass and nursing you back to health.” He yells, “My only family is in jeopardy and I take the time to help you and it turns out you’re just a waste of time and flesh.” He says to himself turning his back on the suffering Lycan. He throws the things he had prepared for the Lycan on the ground and runs off disappearing into the thick of the woods.
The Lycan, after cooling off thinks about what the mysterious man said and ponders it. Being hard-headed, he totally dismisses the man’s words. While still in pain, the Lycan realizes how cold it was in the woods and walks towards the fire to keep warm. He then steps on the thing the man had thrown to the ground. He picks it up curious about what it was, continuing his path towards the fire. He sits on a hollowed out log next to the fire feeling around for what might be in the bag. He feels something mushy and warm; he smells blood and tastes it as well. There’s no mistake, he pulls it out and it’s a fresh slab of cow meat.
The Lycan-man immediately devours the meat from a freshly butchered cow while huddling around the fire as closely as possible. Even though he is close to the fire the autumn breeze still gives him uncomfortable shivers and goose bumps. He is still too weak to turn Lycan and use his fur to keep him warm. He then sets his sights back on the bag and sees that it still had things in it. He grabs it and digs back into the bag and pulls something else out. It is also a bag closed tightly with draw strings. He loosed them and looks inside. It contains clothes, an old leather coat that belonged to a member of the blood pack judging by its insignia on the back, a newer pair of sweat pants, and beach slippers from about a century ago. He quickly puts these things on, and while putting on the sweats he realizes that it even has a hole for his tail. It makes him think about the mysterious man. Then he begins to think about his past and how in the last several years no one, has cared about him enough to salvage anything for him. He began to think of the loneliness he endured all these years and suddenly regretted the things he said to the mysterious man.
Later on that night, back in Drake city, the recovering Lycan, in wolf form, stalks the mysterious man who seemed to be searching for something high and low causing disruption in the area. The man has asked around to some of the more friendly locals and even interrogated some of the low life city gangs member grunts. The Lycan follows from roof top to roof top, from basement to basement nonstop catching only darkened glimpses of the mysterious man’s face waiting for the perfect moment to reveal himself. The mysterious man shows no signs of slowing until one building where he stops on the roof to scope out a very popular Blood-pack hangout below, on the outskirts of the city. That is when the Lycan has chosen to reveal himself but before he can, the mysterious man calls him out of hiding.
“Had a funny feeling I was being followed.” The man says out loud while watching the Vampyr grunts below party and dance to the loud catchy music. The Lycan man steps into the light surprised and asks, “How did you know?” The mysterious man replies, “Your foot steps are kind of heavy, you have not fully healed.”
The Mysterious man then slightly turns his head over his shoulder and asks, “Why are you following me?” The Lycan man looks at the man sternly and responds, “I’m not a waste of flesh, asshole.” The mysterious man chuckles and redirects his attention towards the Vampyr’s below. “And I’ve come to help make up for some lost time I caused you.” The Lycan continues. The man yells back, “I do not need your help!”
The Lycan man frustrated quickly replies, “Really? Is that why you’ve been running around incoherently searching everywhere? Interrogating everyone with no real leads, no clues, because you don’t need help? If I was you, I’d take all the help I could get. This is a big city and I bet you haven’t covered 10% of it.” The mysterious man hangs his head ashamed of his progress and responds, “You’re one to talk about ‘help’. So what do you want for your help?” He chuckles, “For me to end you?”
The Lycan steps forward, smiles and quickly replies, “I can smell someone from a mile away.” The mysterious man laughs as he jumps off the ledge of the roof, and lands in the middle of the crowd of Vampyr Gang members. The Lycan man runs over to the ledge and watches the mysterious man drop. Most of the Vampyr were too drunk to notice the mysterious man wearing combat gear and a hood over his face. He yells to get their attention but no one can hear him over the loud music. The mysterious man becomes aggravated and blasts the stereos with lighting from his hand. The music stops and all attention is directed to him. He sweeps back the hood revealing his face. He is a young deep dark brown male with a wide nose and thin lips. His hair is short and curly, which seems to wave in one direction with a charcoal color to it. He has a serious look in his coffee colored eyes, a look as if he was ready to kill or be killed.
“A woman went missing from Old District about 5 nights ago! I’ve asked around this city for answers and everyone seems to point their fingers at the infamous Blood Pack!” He yells as some of the drunker gang members respond with cheers at the young man’s somber speech. The young man grabs one of these gang members swiftly, shocks him severely and drops him.
“Anymore blood sucking ass holes want to interrupt me?” He yells surrounded by the crowd as they witness their peer unconscious, smoking on the ground. “Now all I need is a name and you all can go back to enjoying your miserable blood sucking lives!” the mysterious young man continues. “Not if you destroyed the tunes man!” one drunk and disgruntled gang member yells trying to be humorous.
The young man clinches his teeth grabs the gang member grunt by his collar and cocks backs his right hand and readies to give him a lightning charged punch to the face when the member quickly sobers up signaling no to the young man, frightened. “Blaine!” The grunt yells. “What about him?” the young man replies aggressively. “If anyone knows about taking humans from that village it’s him!” The Vampyr grunt quickly squeals out fearing for his life. The young man drops him and walks away from the party towards the least populated street. The Lycan jumps down and follows the young man.
After catching up the Lycan asks the young man, “You want my help or not.” The man looks at him smirking and replies, “Can you smell the name Blaine?” Trying to imply to the Lycan he was in useless in this situation but the Lycan responds, “No, but I can smell Blaine.”
The young man stops turns and looks at the Lycan, “You can smell Blaine?”
“Yes!” the Lycan responds, “How?” The young man asks, “Well...let’s see, well I’m a Lycan! Oh yeah and I am a Lycan.” The Lycan responds sarcastically. The young man says, “No I mean How? Like have you come in contact with Blaine?”
“Yes!” the Lycan answers. “How and when?” The young man asks quickly anxious to hear the answer. “Blaine is the guy you stopped from killing me.” The Lycan responds. The young man lunges back surprised and immediately becomes angry. He quickly charges up a lighting punch and punches the building they were beside cracking the concrete wall and injuring his hand in the process.
“Damn it!” He yells, “You have serious anger issues!” The Lycan says in a joking fashion. The young man turns to the Lycan, gives him an evil stare and begins walking toward the Lycan as if he was ready to hurt him. “Do you think this is a game?” He says while gritting his teeth. Eyeing the Lycan, he continues to advance aggressively. “No!” the Lycan man answers as he begins to step backwards cautiously. “It’s been 5 days. Five days since they came and took Marie.” the young man yells, “Three of which I wasted nursing YOU back to health! The others in which I’ve worked, all the way up until this point!” He continues while the Lycan man stops backing up cautiously and gets more of a hostile stance towards the young man. “If you’re going to help, then HELP! Last thing I need is funny little comments and remarks.” the young man says while yelling coming face to face with the Lycan man.
“Ok I’ll ask again! Do you want my help or not?!” The Lycan man asks sternly while looking the young man in his fired up eyes. The young man replies, “Yes! Now please lead me to him.”
“I can but I can’t.” the Lycan replies quickly. The young man ready to give the Lycan an ear-full swells up with anger but the Lycan stops him. “Hold on macho man, hear me out!” The Lycan begins his explanation, “Blaine is somewhere far on the other side of the city, due to the faint smell. We could run there but even then about the time we reach him, the sun would already be out.” The young man calms down a little after hearing this but is still anxious about the situation.
“So what do you want me to do? Wait until tomorrow?“ the young man asks while balling his bloody fist showing signs of his eagerness and anxiety. “Yes!” the Lycan answers in a way that put the young man at ease. “What you have in mind?!” The young man asks raising and eyebrow intrigued.
“I know the building where Blaine and his branch of Blood Pack sarcophagi are.” The Lycan says giving the young man a smile. The young man smiles back, but still shows some concern for his family member. “Look during the day we cannot get into the building because it’s bolted shut but the moment they leave you can capture Blaine and ask him whatever it is you need to ask him.” The Lycan continues.
The young man nods, “okay! Sounds like a plan!” The Lycan laughs and replies, “Does it?” “Yes it does.” The young man responds. “The Lycan man steps back in relief and says, “Good, because a second ago you looked like you wanted to bite my Head off.” “Well you’re the Lycan!” the young man replies comically while giving the Lycan a serious look.
" Ace.” the Lycan said revealing his name while sticking his hand out gesturing for a friendly hand shake. The young man accepts the hand shake and responds,“Anarchious.”
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