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« on: July 31, 2014, 07:35:31 pm »
Part 1: Just another night
The night was young, and I just finished a kill. Another punk from the Runner Gang. Another fool who willingly died for a pointless cause. I stared down at his body, crimson blood smearing the surface of his fur. I messed him up pretty good. I stretched one of my paws out and walked away from the alley. Nothing else would be accomplished here. I looked around the street, making sure no cars would drive by, ramming me and smearing me on the pavement.
No cars.
]I continued walking across. As I reached the other side, I saw a shadow. Should I check it out? Would it be another Runner? Or just some loser looking for fortune? I cautiously approached, when I saw a familiar face through the shadows. It was Joca. She made a surprised squeak.
"Isaac!"
She jumped out of the shadows, revealing her bright and feline features. Her fur was like a golden color, while her eyes glowed an ocean blue. She rubbed her head against me. The crazy cat loved me for whatever reason. Even though i'm some dog, and she's a mountain cat. Mountain cat's come down to this city, expecting to own the place when they get here.
"What do you want, Joca?"
My tone may have came out as annoyed, but it had a reason to for it. I saved her sister from some Runners, and she felt that she needed to repay me by loving me. Can't exactly blame her.
"How are you doing, dear?"
She asked me in a friendly tone. With the same amount of sweetness a mother would have towards her sick child.
"Doing fine, babe."
I continued on my way, Joca giving me a friendly lick against my face. Joca, you shouldn't hang out with guys like me. You'll end up dead. End up like the other horror stories you hear about. I walked near a homeless man. He said something to me, and gave me a friendly pat between my ears.
Creatures in this city always complain about humans, calling them out on their ways. Some of them lost their homes, but they shouldn't blame humans. It isn't anybodies fault. The ones who complain about losing their homes are just stuck in the past. They are the people who can't move on after they lose something. A good example is the Runner Gang. The idea of the gang was founded on lost homes.
They punish other creatures, taking everything. Some hail them as heroes. They're no heroes in the city.
I passed by a cat with her kittens. The kittens were probably too young to even see yet. These are the targets the Runners love. They prey on the weak, and then brag about it, as if they took down a bear, who's claws are able to sever an entire tree. They hate people like me, who aren't willing to deal with their crap, and fight back. But i'm no patriot, or anything.
I continued down the side walk, until I bumped into three creatures. Two canines, and one feline. By the way they look at me, they are not doubt Runners.
"It's the bastard himself."
One of them tried his best to insult me. Words don't hurt me.
"You like killing Runners? Huh, Isaac? Showing no mercy to us, and cutting us down?"
I smirked. It was too easy.
"Only on weekends."
Nice one there, Isaac.
The canine roared out and charge at me. He began swinging his claws in an insane flurry. He didn't account for his defense. As he swung one towards my head, I ducked down and through a fast cut towards his belly. He let out a cry as he I made a deep cut in his belly.
The female canine charge for me, but I grabbed onto her neck with my teeth, and shook her around. I tossed her, hitting her against a wall. I don't know what gave me the strength to do that. Maybe it was adrenaline.
The feline charged at me, swiping at me, and clawing my face, probably leaving a good sized cut. I jumped at the feline, and began biting at his throat madly. He kicked me off, sending me onto the concrete. The three quickly limped away. I took several breaths. I began walking to find some water.
As I neared an alley way, something hits me quick enough for me not to be able to react, and sending me onto the floor. I could hear a voice.
"We got him. Let's take him to Duke."
Going straight to the devil himself. This ought to be fun.
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