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Kedan remained seated for a moment, trying to analyze his options. Just leaving Sigma Corp would anger his overseers so much that they would probably try to hunt him down. He had seen it happen before, with other operatives. Sigma did bad things to them, things similar to what the doctor had done to...

Kedan examined over his headset, silently, and then fitted it back onto his head. Pressing the power button, he watched as the world lit up brighter and clearer than it had ever done before. Sigma Corp wouldn't like it; he was supposed to earn what he had. The eyepeice was what they controlled him b...

Name: Kedan Sorva Age: 21 Race: Wolf/coyote hybrid Eyes: Brownish gold Hair: Fur is black and tan everywhere except his ears, which are white from a genetic abnormality. The fur on his arms and legs appears slightly darker than the rest. Height: 6'3" Clothing: Kedan wears a gray combat fatigue ...

FACTIONS: (I was thinking maybe corporations could have a major role in controlling the crime.) ... Sigma Corporation: A major, multi-billion dollar corporation that is created by a group of ex-politicians in order to restore control of the city into the government. While they are mostly focused on ...

The scene before me erupts into a chaotic situation. There is blood, and then silence. Almost as quickly as the woman appeared, she is dead. Damn. She may have been my only hope of escaping this place, but it seems that the werewolves trust me enough right now to keep me alive. I want it to stay tha...

Ahead, Zan could see a faint light that seemed to be glowing incandescent red. The darkness of the tunnel was beginning to get to him; the idea of riding through a pit of corpses wasn't his idea of a good time. How long had it been since he last talked to Colt? Nine...no...ten minutes maybe. They ha...

Again, the young werewolf approaches me, fearlessly, but this time attempts to spread its curse. It licks me and then claims it has turned me into one of its own. No! Have I been wounded anywhere near where it has tried infecting me? Please no! Wait. I can't feel any cuts on my face. The incident fr...

Zan listened to the train car's wheels as they scraped along the metal tracks, seemingly deafening at times. The tunnel itself seemed to be ancient and full of history that was long ago forgotten by humanity. A lot of people had died in the tunnels, probably from suffocation or starvation, and nobod...

For a moment, the world rings in an almost melodic tone. Then the sound begins to fade; in its place are voices from some unknown direction, like angels in an eternal sea of blackness. Have I died? Within seconds, an image begins forming in front of me, a place of unfamiliarity. Trees, shrubs, and d...

Quickly, I lift my gun from the holster on my belt. I don't trust the new stranger. Chances are that he works for the feds and has been following us since the city security arrived at the courtyard outside. Why else would he be hiding? "Yeah," I respond to his statement. "Living in a ...

Zan watched as his friends boarded the train, but remained silent. Whatever had been speaking to him had imprinted horrifying images in his mind, images of death, of destruction; the images resembled Bloodoak in so many ways. The people in the images were people he knew. Traitors. They killed the to...

For a moment, I wait for Leon's response but quickly realize he doesn't wish to tell me what I've asked about. I smirk. "Not too talkative, I see. That's fine, I suppose. It's probably better that way. If one of us is captured, it won't matter," I speak, moving through the station's securi...

Zan moved back through the room's exit, towards the stationary train. He could hear voices all around him even though the platform was mostly empty. Suddenly there was a flash that blinded him for a moment. He blinked, watching as the mostly desolate train station came to life with crowds of people....

"Yeah, I'm fine," he replied to Enir's question. Trying to stay out of sight, Zan made his way out of the room, onto the station platform, and seated himself on a ledge beside the tracks. A strange sensation was beginning to fill him, one that he didn't want to feel. A feeling of skepticis...

For a moment, Zan was quiet, watching as Fang went to bury his sister. It was a relief that nobody was going to die, but it was clear that tensions were growing in the group. Very rarely were werewolves and humans so close together, and if they were it was usually during conflict. All it would take ...

The one known as Leon acts as if he doesn't trust me, as if he is afraid of me giving something away, exposing him to something. Then again, he doesn't want to be found any more than I do, so I suppose it's fair game. Within seconds, I am standing once more, and then make my way to the ticket booth....

Slowly, I enter into the well lit hallway-like interior of the metro station's entrance. There isn't anybody around, it seems, which is good. Most people in this part of town usually return home around five-ish. The only ones that are ever seen after six are the business owners or overworked employe...

Zan watched as the scene before him erupted into a mess of events. The group was collapsing, or seemed to be, when they were so close to ending one of the world's problems. He would need to act fast. With hesitation, he began making his way towards the angered Fang, signaling for Sasha's guards to s...

I make my way into the warehouse and seat myself at the the table in the main room's corner. I can't risk going back to town, not now. If they find me, they'll make me suffer. I didn't follow through with my half of the deal. The creatures, those specific creatures, were different from the rest. The...

A faint noise catches the approaching guard by surprise. He quickly turns around and begins running towards the noise as if he has seen something. Strange. The timing of the distraction is almost perfect. Whatever is doing this is definately trying to help us, or at least I want to think it is. &quo...

I begin taking my leave when I notice the sound of voices. One of them is the same voice I heard over the phone. The "cleanup" crew has arrived. Damn. Swiftly, I place my back against the wall and look around the corner. Five men, two of which are dressed in some sort of full body armor. A...

I watch as a person emerges from the shadows, completely fearless of my gun, and at the same time intimidating. I really didn't expect this to happen. Most leave when put to gunpoint, or at least stay hidden. I was hoping this person would be like them, would run. At the same time, it's funny, thoug...

For a moment, I wait for a reply, but nothing responds. It's my imagination; it has to be. Years of being underground do these things to a person, even when there are fifty thousand other people with him. It isn't the same as being on the surface with the sun and sky. Sometimes the things of one's i...

Besides the payphone, the alleyway is relatively abandoned. I can see a few neon signs lighting up the opposite entrance, but besides that there is nothing. Honestly, I'm surprised the city police force hasn't come to investigate the gunshot. People in these parts tend to be the worried type, the ki...

For a moment, the noise seems to stop, almost as quickly as it began. Obviously whoever is causing trouble doesn't want me to find them. Then theres a bang as something hits the metal dumpster nearby. Typical. It's probably a group of vandals protesting Ribo-Corp's practices, and honestly I don't ca...