Running. It seemed like she was always running. The rain was beating down on her, unrelenting and freezing her to the bone. She stopped at the downs, her breathing labrored and her eyes beginning to close. She couldn't keep running, she was so tired. She found a tree, and leaned against it her eyes closing. She was so tired, so very tired.

Blood was still seeping from the wound, a wound caused by a bullet that had been shot by Zach. She scowled. The jerk still had her knife. At the moment, she didn't even care. She was so tired, but she still had work to do. Another knife was taken from her pocket, one of the many she had hidden in on her person. Taking off her hooded sweatshirt, she squinted at the wound. The bullet was still inside. She had to get it out. She made the wound larger, as she stuck her knife inside. She found the metal bullet, and dug it out. By the time, she was finished, tears were streaming down her cheeks but she halted them with a few deep breaths. Could this night get any worse?

Caught in the headlights of a truck
The toxicity of our city...

Headlights sliced through the fog that drifted along the road and filtered through the dense stand of trees. The area was eerie, terrifying, littered with carcasses of ritual killings, and of trash, and of gang graffiti. The skeletons of deer and dog, all without their heads, were strewn along the sides of the road and cast carelessly in the surounding trees. The Slough was not a place to come to by yourself, and especially not at night, and without a gun.

The lights bounced along, growing brighter until they fell upon Hunter. The engine of the vehicle revved high, and mud flung wildly as the tires tried and scraped for traction on the soggy road. When it seemed the truck would be bogged down, it suddenly spun to the side and lurched forward, coming up out of a rut. Then the engine went quite, and the doors opened. Out stepped the three teens from the bridge. Zach with his wounded arm, Conner still quite paled and shaky from his bullet injury, and Samantha still pissed as hell about being cuffed and pinned down by Officer Sohmers. Damn him, they'd get that arrogant pig sooner or later.

"Look what the cat dragged in for us! Ah, now it looks like Ryan didn't take very good care of you, Sweety. Zach commented with wry sarcasm, flashing looks to his two younger comrades to see their giggling at his words. "I have to admit, you're one tough girl. Almost tough enough... to joing our gang." Saying this, Zach leaned against a tree a few feet from Hunter, as he gave her a long side-look from the corner of his eye. "The offer's out there, if you're interested."

Samantha scoffed at the idea, "We should just shoot her now and be done with it. She's just..."

"Shut it, Sam." Zach said impatiently, rolling his eyes at her jealously before speaking to Hunter again. "The offer's out there, and it's a one-time deal. Take it or leave it."

...Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub
How do you own disorder?

She felt lights on her, and then voices. Then, he was there. I just want to be left alone. She whispered softly. Blood was staining the ground all around her, but she didn't seem to notice. Her eyes opened, and in them was something worse then anger. Worse then fear. It was terror, and it was rage. I don't want to be in a gang. I don't want the cops chasing me anymore then they already do. I don't want people looking at me with fear, nor with disgust and anger. She would have gone on, but there was a voice inside of her that she couldn't ignore. But you have no where else to go.... It hissed. And she had a feeling they knew it to. No where to go, no where left to hide. She wouldn't cry in front of them. She ran a hand through her rain slicked hair, looking down at the ground as she began to walk away, but it was only a few feet before she turned around again. She lifted her eyes to Zachs, and now there was no life left inside of them. As if her very soul had been sucked out. How do I get in? Emotionless. Flat. Dead. Then her eyes drifted to Sammy, and she gave the girl a sneer. Shes just what, huh? Tell me, what am I to you? You think I want your precious little boyfriend? She looked Conner up and down, then gave the other girl a deadly smile. Actually, your right. I Do what your boyfriend, hes kinda cute. A Lie, she didn't want any guy in her life right now. But she was pushing Sam, wanted to keep pushing her and pushing her until she made a mistake. A Knife was jammed up her hoodie sleeve, Hidden from their eyes and her feet were set in a fighting stance. Hit me. Her eyes seemed to say to the other girl. You know you want to.

It was more than enough to spur the overly-jealous Sam into fight-mode. "You whore!" She raged at the top of her lungs, plunging suddenly at Hunter. If not for Zach, she would have either decked the other teen or gotten herself hurt. But before Sam ever got far, Zach stepped between the two. With a sharp stare, he stopped the freckle-faced kid in her tracks. "You two can play later, but right now it's my turn."

Shooting hateful glares to Hunter, Samantha sulked back to Conner, draping herself against him dramatically. Conner himself was a bit taken aback by it all, but could only figure that Hunted's words were meant to spur Sam.

"Good that you've taken an interest. With your attitude, you wouldn't have lasted long otherwise." The older teen commented, with that arrogant, wry smile of his. "To join us, you've got to prove yourself. There's a lot of ways to go about it..." Zach trailed off slightly, giving a knowing look to Conner and Sam, who each had to do some daring task for the initiation. "The more daring the task, the higher rank you'll have amongst us. Stealing, vandalising... murder. Choose wisely."

His last words hit her, and she took a step back, something coming across her face.

You nearly killed him Hunter. The office again. He came after me and you know it. Cold, calm. Don't let your fear show. You stole his wallet. Twinge of guilt. I needed the money. We have no food. Those eyes. She hated his eyes. Thats no excuse to stab someone. Yes it is. She thought. He shouldn't have followed me. Smooth, calm. Hunter, your record goes on and on. Stealing, Vandalizing, attempted murder, aggravated assault. If you keep this up, no one will want you. A pain tearing at her heart. No one wants me as it is.....

She shook her head. I can't do it. Eyes flat, cold, emotionless. Unless you looked deeper, and you could see that pain. No...Forget it. Just...Just leave me alone, alright? I never did anything to you guys. Except stab one and threaten the other two but hey, whose to be the judge, right? She leaned back against a tree, sinking down to the soaking wet ground. She was covered in mud, soaked to the bone with rain and blood. It was beginning to lighten up, but just barely. Would this bad night never end?

The grin on Zach's gaunt face too on a sinister shade as he shifted around to stand directly in front of her. "Did you hear that? 'Leave me alone'?" Zach tipped his head back as he boasted a sneering laugh, "No one takes a swing at the CrypticSilvers without due punishment. You're either with us, or against us. There's no middle ground. So now... you pay the price." A quick look was given to Sam and Conner. Then the older teen sprung...

Like a raving pack of dogs, the other two closed in, with Samantha seemed to be the most delighted in it. Together, the mob began to aim punches and kicks at Hunter, trying to beat her to the ground. This was something they were well use to doing. Tourists, strangers, the 'goodie-two-shoes', kids that didn't joing their gang, Greg, well, pretty much anyone that wasn't one of them got beat if they weren't careful. Heck, even members of their own gang got beat now and then, if they did something wrong. It was mostly kids like Conner that got it, but now... now it was Hunter who would take the abuse.

If Hunter was unable to fend them off, the gang would continue to beat her until she was near-death. But not quite dead... they just wanted to give her a 'little' warning, that's all.

The white haired demon walked down the cold streets in the waking breath of night. Cold yellow orbs searching as if for something important. Something that would leave the world a waking letter. Beware. But the warnings would come to late.

With a wolf in tow, and possibly another following behind, he searched for his prey like a hungry beast. No one was out? or where they all tucked away in their homes. He knew there would be some stragglers, someone who thought they were tough enough to roam at night.

At last he found a victim, make that about four victims that is. He smiled and watched, slowly approaching them on the opposing sidewalk. Eyes glancing at them with interest as they beat the little girl on the ground. Punishment? Maybe. It would end soon though, so very soon. He thought and looked for marks, calculating moves and open spots while a finger began to caress the barrel of a Walther P99. His cynical smile suppressed as he continued a casual walk past them.

She knew it was coming, how could she not? Her hands balled into fists, and she listened intently. With as much force as she could, she swung her arm around at Conner, aiming for his injured arm, then took a good swing at Zach. They were the most dangerous, but then she had to deal with Sammy. Go crawl back into the pit you came from. She growled at them. Punches, kicks. She got hit more then once, she hated admitting it. Then her eyes lifted to see another, but she only spared him a glance for Sammys fist was flying at her. Hunter ducked, only to catch a kick in her stomach from Zach. The girl hit her knees, but she was attempting to get back up again. She would never be broken, not by some gang bangers.

Faute paused for a brief moment at the group of teens. A low growl was given, and then he halted. With all his weight, he threw himself at the end of his lead, jaws snapping with a sharp click. He wanted them between his jaws, wanted to feel their life flowing from them. He struggled harder now, just to attack. A bark was given, loud and mighty to the teens. Their only warning. Siren could only hold him for so long, right?

Reluctantly at first, Voa followed along after Siren and his brother. This human had began to intrigue him more an more, though Atticus would not admit to such a thing. The hybrid only grew more excited when he picked up on the subtle intentions of the human leader. Hunting for prey. Better yet, if Atticus was reading the man right, it appeared that humans were on the prey list. Maybe this Siren fellow was someone Atticus could actually like? Well, like was a strong word for him...

Conner yowled when a fist connected with with his previously wounded arm. For a moment, he was out of the battle until he regained himself over the pain. Then he was back in, dealing out kicks and punches in a flurry. Zach was able to parry most of the swings taken at him, though a few landed. Samantha was not so skilled in fighting, and took her fair share of hits. Eventually, she resorted to the classic girl tactic- she reached for Hunter's hair and tried to pull her to the ground.

While the three continued to assault Hunter for all they were worth, Atticus sized them up. He knew these guys and.... wait, he knew that girl too. She's the one who allowed him to escape. A growl began to grow, rising into snarl before Atticus stalked forward. Slowly, he began to circle around the group, furious eyes sizing up the gang members. He was ready to exact revenge, but he was very cautious... and for good reason.

Seconds turned to minutes in the mind of the hunter. As Faute pulled at the end of his rope, he felt his arm yank but there was no pain. Instead, by the second surge of power, Siren let the wolf go with a deadly snicker. The hand that had been fingering the Walther soon moved toward the SIG and hoisted it up and out of his pocket. All the while his eyes trembling though the prey looking for an opening. Conner, The boy backed out long enough for Siren's arm to twitch up and take aim, the boy's mid-thigh. With a shot, bang muffled by the silencer, the bullet was sent flying toward its mark. 9 out of 10 of Siren's bullets hit directly where he aimed. Robotic indeed. If the boy didn't fumble out of pre-recorded play, the bullet may hit the major artery that ran along the limb.

All the while, he watched as the wolves did exactly what was intended. To attack the humans. He gave them no command to hault, no command to cease their rage. It was pure entertainment, pure sport. Hunting...

Shit! Hunter shouted as she felt herself pulled to the ground. She hit hard, landing on her back. She turned in Sammys grasp, and out slid her ever present knife. She moved quickly, and aimed for Sammys leg. If she hit down, she would slide the knife down the other teens leg to cause more damage. If she didn't, she would strike again.

Zypher felt the release of Siren. He launched forward, but he had already sized them up. He didn't need to circle them, as he had with Siren. They were not unsuspecting, but they had nothing to gain and everything to lose. Powerful hind quarters bunched, and he leapt hard aiming to tackle Zach to the ground. With one hundred and twenty pounds of flying muscle and fury, he had a hellion on him.

Continuing to tug at the other's hair while kicking at Hunter, Sam screamed in an ear-piercingly shrill tone as the knife dug into her leg. She fell back, grasping her wounded limb with one hand while throwing a wild punch at Hunter's head.

Conner, completely focused on Hunter, didn't even notice that Siren had arrived. Not until the gun sounded, at least. And by then, it was too late; firey pain ripped through his leg, sending the teen to the ground with a pained cry.

Zach was just about to deliever a kick to Hunter's side when something plowed into him. With an 'oooofgh', he toppled heavily to the ground, mud splashing up from where he landed. Reacting quickly, the older teen rolled to the side sharply while drawing out his gun and firing without a second thought...

Atticus set his sights on Zach, but Faute had gone for the kid first. A flash of a blade discouraged him from getting near Hunter and Sam for the moment, so the next likely victim was the already crippled Conner. Ready to vent his previous rage, Atticus struck like a snake, deadly jaws seizing the young kid's throat. Blood bubbled and gurgled out from between the hybrid's jaws as he crushed the windpipe. The same crimson liqued sputtered from Conner's nose and mouth, but only for a few seconds before he lay still.

As Zach rolled, the male leapt backwards. Then he saw the gun. Knowing all to well, the male dodged side ways, just as the bullet landed where he had once been. With a snarl, he stepped backwards, but still did not run. Indeed, he was antagonizing Zach, trying to get him to shoot off the rest of his bullets.

As her knife connected, Hunter stood quickly. Sams punch hit her directly in the chest, but she moved quickly and was backing away from Zypher and Voa. Then her eyes landed on Sirens. Run. It was her first instinct, and she was going to as well, but when she took a step back, her left leg crumpled beneath her and she fell. She had tripped over one of the skeletons. She nearly snarled, and when she went to stand, she realized that she couldn't. She just had no more strength within her. Between her blood loss, all the physical excersise and the beatings she had taken, she just couldn't go on any more. She laid on her back, her breathing labrored. If your going to kill me, do it quickly. She thought she said it aloud, but she only thought it as she slipped into unconsciousness.

Not noticing her boyfriend was dead, Samantha unleashed all of her rage on the downed Hunter. With her freckled face contorted into a savage display of anger and hatred, she began to kick and stomp violently at Hunter.

Zach hoisted himself up quickly, being light on his feet and generally good with reactions. He had heard a gunshot and a scream from Conner, but he couldn't afford to take his eyes from Faute at the moment. "Sam- SAM!" He shouted, "Deal with the other kid; who ever the hell is shooting at us!" After giving out his orders, he brought his gun around, aiming it at Faute's head before pulling the trigger....

Samantha was to preocupide with Hunter to heed Zach's command. She went on dealing out punishment to Hunter.

Atticus delighted in the taste of blood and sweet, sweet revenge. Even when the human ceased to struggle, the hybrid bit his teeth harder and thrashed his head. I'll show you who's more powerful! He thought smuggly to himself. When his fun was over, Atticus flashed a look to Siren, curious to see the other's reaction.

An idea began to form into the hybrids head, and he turned to give a canine smile. There was a mischeivious look in his eyes, a look that he knew exactly what he was doing, even if he had to throw away his pride for the moment.

When Zach pulled the trigger once more, Zypher leapt backwards. He gave a pathetic little whine, his snarls stopped but to his brother he said Atticus. Leave him, hes dead. I'm going to distract this one, I want you to get behind him and strike. Do not let him see you. His tail became tucked beneath him (and trust me, that had him choking back rage) and he whimpered again. Hopefully Zach wasn't good at reading canine eyes, for his were filled with deadly intent. He came a few steps closer, always wary of the gun. Then he lay down and crawled forward, just another foot and exposed his stomach to the teen. He thought he was going to gag. Take him out, Atticus. He hissed to his brother. He was ready for the bullet to hit him, ready to spring into action.

Hunter lay still as Sam continued her beating, unable to fend the other off.

Zach huffed, "Yeah, that's what I thought, mutt." Slowly, he raised the gun, a sinister and heartless smirk drawn out on his gaunt face. "Say goodbye..."

Having had his fun with Conner, Atticus turned his bloodied muzzle back to see Faute, bellied on the ground. For a second, he thought his brother had been shot; but then he saw the eyes. Ah, just a trick. Atticus was going to have his fun with Zach, but the damned human spoiled it by raising the gun. With no time to waste, Atticus plunged into the air, sailing high with a powerful thrust of his hind legs. Wounded or not, he was still a force to be reckoned with, considering who his parents were.

Just before Zach pulled the trigger, something tore into his upper back. He hurtled forward, the gun going off at random before he face-planted into the mud. Atticus bite savagely into the shoulder blade, ripping at tearing at flesh savagely. Foregoing a quick kill, he wanting this bastard to suffer. He wasn't about to let Zach get away with catching and beating him!

Samantha was too blind with rage to know or care what was going on around her. She continued to pummel Hunter.

As the gun was raised, Atticus leapt saving Faute from a bullet. The male leapt as Zach was going down, aiming for the teens throat. He'd give the kid a mercy killing, yes he would. Save him from Atticus's fangs...Then he saw another beating a girl. Now, he may be just a dumb dog but when one was unconscious and could not fight back, there was nothing left to do but kill them. This girl just seemed out to release her rage. He left Atticus and Zach, his brother could handle it. But the dog moved silently behind Samantha. With no warning, he leapt, his jaws aiming for the back of her neck....

Progression was underway as the wolves took out one human and were taking down the other two. A good team- he observed as he they both tackled down the lead male. They were more than willing, this was a good sign, though later they would have to be trained on when and when not to kill... but what interested him more, they did not attack the younger girl that lay unconscious on the ground.

"Time to end this." He though allowed and brought the SIG up, taking aim he shot at Zach's skull. Well enough to hit brain but far enough to leave the wolven muzzles out of range. At most they would feel the heat of the bullet as they passed just inches from their jaws.

Just as quickly as he shot the male, he went for little Samantha. Same aim, same velocity. His gun also pointed down to the unconscious one, but he paused as the though of neither wolves attacked her. If they knew her and he were to kill her, they would turn on him.

Why do you hesitate Sin? His mind began to ring as the familiar demonic voice bit at the back of his mind. WHY DO YOU HESITATE. He snarled under his lips but shook his head. He had not gone under the psychotic thrill ride he did when others trembled. Thus his mind was still of... normal sanity.

Finally, a scream was issued from Zach as he was hit by both hybrids and brought down. As Faute left off and headed for Samantha, Zach attempted to twirl to his side and throw Atticus off. But before he could do this, Siren acted. In the blink of an eye, the older teen dropped limp to the ground. Dark crimson pooled steadily around his head, attesting to the other's skills with a gun.

Atticus snarled sharply as the bullet wizzed by, jumping and almost falling over in start. But he collected himself and looked with surprise at Siren. This human was good. Lookin back to the lifeless Zach, Atticus took a moment to inspect the damage done to the head. Human weapons amazed him to no end.

Samantha was too busy waling on Hunter to notice the double threats heading her way. Tauntung yells quickly turned to a piercing screech when fangs embeded in the back of her neck. Just as she was being dragged down, a second shot rang out. And just like Zach, she fell like so much dead weight against the ground.

As Samantha dropped dead, the male let go. He turned to Siren, and seemed to give a wolfish grin before turning to the seemingly lifeless girl on the ground. Turning to Atticus, he said softly You know her? Hunters face was beginning to bruise, turning shades of black and purple. Her arm had finally stopped bleeding, so that was a start at least. Faute came closer, his eyes hard and cold. Should he kill her, or no?

Atticus sauntered towards the fallen girl, trying his best to hide his limp. "Yeah, sort of. She uhh... freed me." He explained gruffly, as if embarrassed that he needed the help of some two-legger to save him. "She invaded their pack's territory; I think that's why she got attacked." He explained, referring to Zach and the others as a pack. He had lived with them long enough to know how 'territorial' they were about their grounds, and how fight-prone they were.

Siren lowered the gun so that the barrel would cool before clicking the safety and placing it back into his pocket. He knew it wouldn't be long before someone would call the cops and they would have a few 'popo's' on their tail. He twitched uneasily though excitedly about shooting up police but for now, the wolves were injured and he had to take them back to rest up. and what about this girl they seemed to know?

He moved across the street slowly, fluid like without hesitation to cut across and walk over the dead to see. Moving near the wolves to see her, he growled to the two. "You know this chick or somethin'?" His hisses seeped from him as he stared at the wolves. If they did not concent to keep her, there was no point in letting her live, knowing she had seen his face.

Hunters eyes opened for a moment, her vision blurred. Then her lids drifted closed with a soft moan of agony, and she was out cold again.

Faute continued to stare at the girl, his eyes cold and emotionless. Let her live, or watch her die? He asked softly. He wanted her alive, personally. She seemed like him and Atticus. Angry at the whole damn world and going to let everyone around them know it. No, it wasn't fair if one was already out cold then to kill them. He turned and walked away, a few feet from the girl and Siren. He was still wary of humans, but 'his' human, still had a gun, perfectly capable of killing him if he ran.

Hackles raised slightly when Siren approached, but like Faute, he respected the deadly accuracy of this man and his weapons. Besides, he let him kill a human without punishment! Returning to his brother's question, Atticus gave a grunt, "I don't care." Yet like him, he felt a sort of connection with Hunter. "Oh hell, lets just let her live." He said in exasperation a second later.

His eyes rolled as neither of them attempted to make an attack on the girl. Atticus seemed especially close compared to the wondering Faute. "You only get one pet, Hope you chose wisely 'cause if she leaves to rat on me, her life will be ended." Yes, he was speaking to the wolves, calling Hunter their pet.

Deep thoughts were soon scouped to reality as a low wailing of police sirens were heard in the distance. Normal humans around couldn't hear the cries, Siren could hear them better than most humans but what could be distinct to a wolf would have been just a whisper to the killer. All the same, he knew that familiar sound and scouped up the child. There was no gentleness to the wounded, heaving her over his shoulder to concerve energy on the way back to the cave.

Without words, he whistled to the wolves. If any of them were to stay longer, the police would find and arrest them. Soon he vanished in the veil of shadows in which he came. Finding his way back to the cave. Faute still had the leash and collar around his neck, but Siren made no attempt to grab it.