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It was a busy day at the manor of Darian Noctalis.  The week before had been much the same.  There was a buzz among the servants and staff for the honored guest that would be arriving that day.  Kalia had been woken early once again, given her weekly bathing, and put into a far nicer maid’s uniform than she was used to.  A slave wasn’t usually given the nicest clothes. The guest was a young, but very high ranking member of the Ironblood family, one of the most influential demon families in the world.  Specifically, it was the daughter of the family’s patriarch, a Miss Carnivas Ironblood.  She was set to be here any minute,

We sprint through downtown DC; over ruins, through collapsed buildings and subways.  The muties are making a push and our brothers and sisters need backup.  I check my laser rifle to make sure it's working okay and then look to the other members of my squad.  They all nod to show that they're ready to go.  There are bullets and lasers flying everywhere when we arrive, the other squad doesn't have much time.  I spot the first of the ugly mother fuckers and aim for his head, a few shots and he's down for good, that's another one finished.  But that one's just a grunt.  The br

Reckoning Chapter 7 An Omega with a Sword He watched the Captain still lying on the ground in his coma.  Mirage had been the one that had put the Captain into this state, and He was curious to see whether the Captain would be able to wake up, or would simply die in that state.  He remembered Brother Jester calling him Sanders.  An interesting name.  The Captain had proved to be a very innovative man since he entered Mirage's territory.  Being put up against a horde of Pawns using only two knives without being bitten even once and when he had lost both of his weapons and was put up against a Soldier, the Captain had made sure to have a weapo

I fire my gun, through the cold snowy night, At the enemy now, still locked in the fight, Then I hear a tune, one that I know, Where does it come from, where does it go, Then out of nowhere, the firing stops, Now that I know, my gun barrel drops, I know where it is, it's coming from them, All of us cherish this night as a gem, I realize the date, that ended the fight, The song they are singing, it is Silent Night, We all leave our posts, and weapons behind, Fighting is now in the back of our mind, We shake hands and sing, no one shoots a gun, We exchange gifts and tales, everyone having fun, I meet a young man, from the other si

Patient #: 7-85 Patient Alias: Teran Tuula Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Age: 61 Height: 6'9 Weight: 210 Birth date: June, 21, 1949 Reason for admission: self admitted for the protection of family. Location: Block E, Cell 203 Anomalies: In human form, he has a large mustache, which covers his mouth, always wears sunglasses, and has sharp teeth.  When hunger becomes too great the patient transforms into a giant white tarantula, then attacks anything that moves.  Has all abilities of a normal tarantula except he can jump up to 80 meters, can climb up walls and on ceiling, and carries a very potent venom in his fangs.  But threat l

Ryan Sanders I was there.  I was there when it all started.  I've already told you this story, but not all of it.  Not the beginning.  It didn't just creep in slowly and quietly.  It started as a city wide epidemic.  Neighbors trying to kill each other for no known reason.  In the end, the army came in with protective gear, and tear gas, they were able to subdue them.  It took the military days to get it under control.  Even then the facility that they built wasn't enough.  It was suppose to be a maximum security facility.  They weren't supposed to be able to get out.  But they all broke loose, killing almost everyone at the facility.  In fa

"Marty's place was the best, no question.  It was the kind of place that could be filled to the brim with drunken idiots ready to start a war, but it would still have the same warm atmosphere, here everyone was family, so when they said family matters should stay in the family, they usually meant in Marty's place.  Instead lasting hours and all involved getting kicked out and going to jail, a bar fight at Marty's usually lasted five minutes and ended with everyone involved having a round of beers on the house with each other.  This place couldn't be violent if there was a terrorist in it.  That wasn't t

 Miara took off at a run towards the hill as the creatures descended.  Her hand crafted leather armor moved along with her as though it were simply a second skin.  She called Void to her hand as felt a little more confident with the familiar feel of its hilt in her hand.  She brought the long sword up and created an arrow of shadow resting on the back of her and like a crossbow bolt.  She conjured two more and began to quickly take in details.  The creatures were smaller than the lesser fiends, which made them minion majors at the most, not able to speak properly, but still able to talk in man

Alan watched as they transport moved into the docking bay.  The doors slid open and the first scene was immediately visible.  He waited for the different teams to exit, thinking to himself.  Elaine kissed him on the cheek. "What's wrong?  And don't brush me off like you usually do, you're pale."  Alan sighed still stuck on the dream.  He looked to his wife smiling a fake smile. "Well, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous about this whole thing.  With all the incidents that have happened I keep expecting something to jump out and kill me any second.  It's a very unsettling feeling."  Elaine rubbed her arms as if trying to ward off the col

Kelly looked through the clipboard sheets, one by one, as she walked, going through a mental checklist along with the physical one on the first sheet.  Since the incident with Convict, several changes had occurred very rapidly.  She'd gone through an unheard of amount of promotions in the past couple months, to the point where she was taking her orders straight from the director. As of right now, her goal was still the one her boss had given her; rising through END's ranks as much as possible.  So far she thought she was doing a fine job, especially now that she was the liaison for the Traitor Unit.  Her boss had agreed. Now she was checking