Chapter one
The room was dimly lit with a faint red light, casting weary shadows onto the expertly crafted stone walls. In the middle of the room, suspended in a small restraint chamber, sat a boy. He was eighteen, long silver hair, silver furred wolf ears, ripped and blood splattered blue jeans, and a white t-shirt. His eyes had been scanning the room for what seemed like hours now, there were no distictions of the area, save for the small bloodstone that set in front of the doorway, illuminating the room. The walls hadn't been cleaned in decades, the blood of possibly fifty men still lay dried upon it. The room the child had been placed in was reserved for his kind of lycan, the half lycans. He finally eased his muscles when the door burst open, it seemed as if they wanted to scare the poor fellow. A young female guard who looked about three years older than him took a step up to the glass, "You alright in there?" The woman had honey colored hair with deep green eyes, a fuzzy blue cap, a grey military uniform, black combat boots, with a huntling's sword hung on her left shoulder. He thrashed at her just to see her walk away, but the woman was sitting there shaking her head. "Won't work, dog boy," she said in a slightly sing-song voice. This agitated him to no end, a mere human girl was calling him "Dog boy," he was a wolf, proud and strong, and calling him that in sing-song no less! He finally accepted that she was going to pester him to death so he sat like a pup and looked at her. She said his name several times, but he didn't respond, he was cold as ice now, or, so he thought. "Still aren't going to talk to me? After six years, the poor puppy has forgotten his toy?" she asked while she did a little swiping motion with her left hand, keeping her right curled into a paw on her cheek. The boy nearly collapsed in the small space, "C-Claire!" He tried keeping his voice controlled when he yelled, but that was his childhood friend and she sparked an old love of nekans within the depths of his torture hardened heart. "That's right, Alex!" she squealed as her arms uncontrolably wrapped around his still restrained neck, the door was open. Alex thought he could jump out of the doorway while Claire was in her happy fit, but he couldn't do that; as bad as people thought he was, he couldn't hurt someone in this emotional state, because he was feeling it too. He put his arms around her and hugged her tight, he was almost in tears. "God! I missed you so much Clairevoyance!"
"I missed you too, Alex!"
He almost forgot to ask, "What are you doing here?" The happiness stayed for a moment and faded, "I heard you were in jail, puppy, I came to spring you!" the girl chirped with pride. Alex laughed at her hope, he had given up on being "springed" long ago. He shook his head and gave her a harsh look, "Claire, there is no escape. I tried multiple times before they put me in here." Her lips gave way to a coy smile, "Why do you think they let me in here all willy nilly?" she inquired as she gave him a swift kiss to his nose. He leaned to the side and saw a guard, battered bloody and beaten, lying on the floor, D-E-A-D. He gagged a bit at the bodies, Claire went all out. The woman stood up and took off her cap, revealing two poofy furred cat ears resting on her golden hair, and slowly took off the guard uniform, leaving her in only a bra and thong. "Clairevoyance! What are you doing?!" Alex cried out as he hid his eyes in embarrassment. She reached into her backpack and pulled out a long leather skin tight suit. "I'm getting dressed to get you out of here, puppy," she snicked as she slipped into the Tomb-Raider like outfit. Alex could hardly control himself, it was the mating season for the half lycans, and there stood the perfect specimen. Claire let her cat tail poke out of the hole in the suit, it was fluffed up and curled. She tried to zip it up but the zipper got stuck as it reached her breasts. "It'll be fine like this, I'll give those boys something to gawk at," she laughed as she put her hands behind her head and swung her hips seductively. Alex heaved a loud sigh and rose off the floor, "I don't even have a weapon, and the next half moon is not for three more nights." The nekan girl giggled and put her hand behind her back, "Hold out your hand and close your eyes," she told him in a seductive tone. He did what she told him and felt nervous. He felt something warm touch the palm of his hand and almost panicked, but he opened his eyes and saw a pitch black hunting knife in his hand, "Where were you keeping this?" Claire giggled and pointed to her chest, which made Alex blush intensely. "So, how do we get out of here. There are too many guards," he told her. That devilish grin crossed her ruby red lips once more, she had an evil plan in the works for all he knew. He glanced back at the guard, noting that she had used her tail to beat the living hell out of him. He trailed his hand up her arm to her cheek, "Claire, I want you to know, I trust you with my life." Her cheeks turned a deep shade of red as she hid her face with her hands, her heart nearly burst out of her chest as he dared to to utter those words to a nekan like herself. Not very many Lycans-- or half Lycans for that matter-- had ever lived after they trusted a nekan with their lives. Alex still never understood his friend Clairevoyance Silverton, she had a quick, cheerful attitude whenever they were just talking, but when he mentioned something that even sounded like a confession of love, she would blush and hide her eyes. Ever since that car crash a boundary went up between them, one that almost proved that Lycans and Nekans could not co-exist... almost. He looked into her eyes, she did the same, everything seemed perfect, save the fact they were in a blood covered prison. The gaze broke after a deafening silence, while a guard slipped to the doorway, armed with an M-14 tactical assault rifle. The man's voice was raspy and war torn, possibly from years of working in the dirt filled dungeon. "Alright, I want you two to get down immediately," he ordered as he motioned his assualt rifle towards the ground. Alex rushed and spin kicked the guard hard in his teeth, sending him toppling backwards. Alex jumped up and grabbed Claire's wrist, rushing off into the seemingly infinite corridors of the prison.
"Ok, Claire, where is Ignosha and Delphina?" Alex asked as he turned a corner, he was reffering to his two half human, half pixie friends who were very fond of him. "Alexander Thorn," a woman's voice echoed behind him, it was child-like but had a slight lust laid thinly over it. His head only pivoted slightly as he glaced back and spotted a woman with curly short blue-green hair, pink eyes, green lips, wearing a "The Offspring" t-shirt, black pants and a wrapped skull bandana. Alex leapt over a couple of bodies strwen out over the floor and stopped at a fork in the path, "Nice to see you Delphina, are you still lusting for me?" He thought he saw a blush, he did actually. She may have been half pixie, but that did not stop her from being a woman. God, why can't that boy see how much I care for him? she pondered to herself as she wiped her eyes clear of rose-red tears without Claire or Alex seeing her. Another woman with pink hair, blue-green eyes, and blue lips wearing a white sleeveless top, checkered white and blue slacks and golden sneakers twirled up to them in a cute ballet. "Alexander the Great! Alex is back!" she sang as she twirled over and embraced him tightly. Alex felt his legs give way underneath him as they toppled to the floor, "Ignosha, why am I not surprised?" The girl looked hurt but she swiftly lurched forward and delivered a quick kiss, one that could quite possibly arouse any creature. "Ignosha! Quit kissing my Alex!" Delphina screamed as she tore Ignosha off of him. Oh no, they are fighting over Alex again, why can't I... Claire thought slowly as she split the fighting twins apart. Alex slowly slid off the ground, his eyes transfixed on Claire, The perfect mating specimen... NO! I have to resist, Clairevoyance is my best friend, he screamed at himself. Ignosha and Delphina finally turned away from each other, mumbling that they hated one another. It was a usual ritual for those two, especially when it came to Jake. "Alright, anybody know where Roland is?" Alex asked, he was referring to his dark skinned vampire ally. Everything went dead silent, that kind of silence when you know something is wrong. "Roland is... dead. He's been dead dead for two years," Ignosha explained as she turned and hugged her sister. Claire hid her eyes as a few tears streaked down her cheeks, Alex wasn't showing any emotion at all. "Let's get going, we can weap for our good friend Roland later," Jake ordered emotinlessly as he started walking off. This drove Claire over the edge, it felt like he had just plunged a knife into all of their hearts and she could hardly control her own rage as she stomped up to him, whirled him around and delivered a hard slap right to his left cheek, "How could you!? He was one of our best friends and you are saying we should worry about it later?! How the hell could you be so heartless?!?!" This hit Alexander like a diesel engine, she just slapped him. "I mean when we aren't in mortal danger damn it! I think we all agree we can save the grief for later, when we aren't about to get caught by some of the most ruthless guards on this god damn planet!" he yelled back as he grabbed her wrists. Everything was drowned out after this arguement by a silence almost as deep as the endless boughs of hell itself. "Ok, I think that's enough for now. Alex, let's go," Ignosha said as she broke the deafening silence, pulling the two apart. Alex just looked away as he leapt off towards the exit, remembering that over the last few times they had argued, he never laid a finger on her. Delphina and Ignosha just stood there as they contemplated what could've just happened that caused their two friends to fight like that. They finally followed after him as they escaped Hell's Own Prison.
The room was dimly lit with a faint red light, casting weary shadows onto the expertly crafted stone walls. In the middle of the room, suspended in a small restraint chamber, sat a boy. He was eighteen, long silver hair, silver furred wolf ears, ripped and blood splattered blue jeans, and a white t-shirt. His eyes had been scanning the room for what seemed like hours now, there were no distictions of the area, save for the small bloodstone that set in front of the doorway, illuminating the room. The walls hadn't been cleaned in decades, the blood of possibly fifty men still lay dried upon it. The room the child had been placed in was reserved for his kind of lycan, the half lycans. He finally eased his muscles when the door burst open, it seemed as if they wanted to scare the poor fellow. A young female guard who looked about three years older than him took a step up to the glass, "You alright in there?" The woman had honey colored hair with deep green eyes, a fuzzy blue cap, a grey military uniform, black combat boots, with a huntling's sword hung on her left shoulder. He thrashed at her just to see her walk away, but the woman was sitting there shaking her head. "Won't work, dog boy," she said in a slightly sing-song voice. This agitated him to no end, a mere human girl was calling him "Dog boy," he was a wolf, proud and strong, and calling him that in sing-song no less! He finally accepted that she was going to pester him to death so he sat like a pup and looked at her. She said his name several times, but he didn't respond, he was cold as ice now, or, so he thought. "Still aren't going to talk to me? After six years, the poor puppy has forgotten his toy?" she asked while she did a little swiping motion with her left hand, keeping her right curled into a paw on her cheek. The boy nearly collapsed in the small space, "C-Claire!" He tried keeping his voice controlled when he yelled, but that was his childhood friend and she sparked an old love of nekans within the depths of his torture hardened heart. "That's right, Alex!" she squealed as her arms uncontrolably wrapped around his still restrained neck, the door was open. Alex thought he could jump out of the doorway while Claire was in her happy fit, but he couldn't do that; as bad as people thought he was, he couldn't hurt someone in this emotional state, because he was feeling it too. He put his arms around her and hugged her tight, he was almost in tears. "God! I missed you so much Clairevoyance!"
"I missed you too, Alex!"
He almost forgot to ask, "What are you doing here?" The happiness stayed for a moment and faded, "I heard you were in jail, puppy, I came to spring you!" the girl chirped with pride. Alex laughed at her hope, he had given up on being "springed" long ago. He shook his head and gave her a harsh look, "Claire, there is no escape. I tried multiple times before they put me in here." Her lips gave way to a coy smile, "Why do you think they let me in here all willy nilly?" she inquired as she gave him a swift kiss to his nose. He leaned to the side and saw a guard, battered bloody and beaten, lying on the floor, D-E-A-D. He gagged a bit at the bodies, Claire went all out. The woman stood up and took off her cap, revealing two poofy furred cat ears resting on her golden hair, and slowly took off the guard uniform, leaving her in only a bra and thong. "Clairevoyance! What are you doing?!" Alex cried out as he hid his eyes in embarrassment. She reached into her backpack and pulled out a long leather skin tight suit. "I'm getting dressed to get you out of here, puppy," she snicked as she slipped into the Tomb-Raider like outfit. Alex could hardly control himself, it was the mating season for the half lycans, and there stood the perfect specimen. Claire let her cat tail poke out of the hole in the suit, it was fluffed up and curled. She tried to zip it up but the zipper got stuck as it reached her breasts. "It'll be fine like this, I'll give those boys something to gawk at," she laughed as she put her hands behind her head and swung her hips seductively. Alex heaved a loud sigh and rose off the floor, "I don't even have a weapon, and the next half moon is not for three more nights." The nekan girl giggled and put her hand behind her back, "Hold out your hand and close your eyes," she told him in a seductive tone. He did what she told him and felt nervous. He felt something warm touch the palm of his hand and almost panicked, but he opened his eyes and saw a pitch black hunting knife in his hand, "Where were you keeping this?" Claire giggled and pointed to her chest, which made Alex blush intensely. "So, how do we get out of here. There are too many guards," he told her. That devilish grin crossed her ruby red lips once more, she had an evil plan in the works for all he knew. He glanced back at the guard, noting that she had used her tail to beat the living hell out of him. He trailed his hand up her arm to her cheek, "Claire, I want you to know, I trust you with my life." Her cheeks turned a deep shade of red as she hid her face with her hands, her heart nearly burst out of her chest as he dared to to utter those words to a nekan like herself. Not very many Lycans-- or half Lycans for that matter-- had ever lived after they trusted a nekan with their lives. Alex still never understood his friend Clairevoyance Silverton, she had a quick, cheerful attitude whenever they were just talking, but when he mentioned something that even sounded like a confession of love, she would blush and hide her eyes. Ever since that car crash a boundary went up between them, one that almost proved that Lycans and Nekans could not co-exist... almost. He looked into her eyes, she did the same, everything seemed perfect, save the fact they were in a blood covered prison. The gaze broke after a deafening silence, while a guard slipped to the doorway, armed with an M-14 tactical assault rifle. The man's voice was raspy and war torn, possibly from years of working in the dirt filled dungeon. "Alright, I want you two to get down immediately," he ordered as he motioned his assualt rifle towards the ground. Alex rushed and spin kicked the guard hard in his teeth, sending him toppling backwards. Alex jumped up and grabbed Claire's wrist, rushing off into the seemingly infinite corridors of the prison.
"Ok, Claire, where is Ignosha and Delphina?" Alex asked as he turned a corner, he was reffering to his two half human, half pixie friends who were very fond of him. "Alexander Thorn," a woman's voice echoed behind him, it was child-like but had a slight lust laid thinly over it. His head only pivoted slightly as he glaced back and spotted a woman with curly short blue-green hair, pink eyes, green lips, wearing a "The Offspring" t-shirt, black pants and a wrapped skull bandana. Alex leapt over a couple of bodies strwen out over the floor and stopped at a fork in the path, "Nice to see you Delphina, are you still lusting for me?" He thought he saw a blush, he did actually. She may have been half pixie, but that did not stop her from being a woman. God, why can't that boy see how much I care for him? she pondered to herself as she wiped her eyes clear of rose-red tears without Claire or Alex seeing her. Another woman with pink hair, blue-green eyes, and blue lips wearing a white sleeveless top, checkered white and blue slacks and golden sneakers twirled up to them in a cute ballet. "Alexander the Great! Alex is back!" she sang as she twirled over and embraced him tightly. Alex felt his legs give way underneath him as they toppled to the floor, "Ignosha, why am I not surprised?" The girl looked hurt but she swiftly lurched forward and delivered a quick kiss, one that could quite possibly arouse any creature. "Ignosha! Quit kissing my Alex!" Delphina screamed as she tore Ignosha off of him. Oh no, they are fighting over Alex again, why can't I... Claire thought slowly as she split the fighting twins apart. Alex slowly slid off the ground, his eyes transfixed on Claire, The perfect mating specimen... NO! I have to resist, Clairevoyance is my best friend, he screamed at himself. Ignosha and Delphina finally turned away from each other, mumbling that they hated one another. It was a usual ritual for those two, especially when it came to Jake. "Alright, anybody know where Roland is?" Alex asked, he was referring to his dark skinned vampire ally. Everything went dead silent, that kind of silence when you know something is wrong. "Roland is... dead. He's been dead dead for two years," Ignosha explained as she turned and hugged her sister. Claire hid her eyes as a few tears streaked down her cheeks, Alex wasn't showing any emotion at all. "Let's get going, we can weap for our good friend Roland later," Jake ordered emotinlessly as he started walking off. This drove Claire over the edge, it felt like he had just plunged a knife into all of their hearts and she could hardly control her own rage as she stomped up to him, whirled him around and delivered a hard slap right to his left cheek, "How could you!? He was one of our best friends and you are saying we should worry about it later?! How the hell could you be so heartless?!?!" This hit Alexander like a diesel engine, she just slapped him. "I mean when we aren't in mortal danger damn it! I think we all agree we can save the grief for later, when we aren't about to get caught by some of the most ruthless guards on this god damn planet!" he yelled back as he grabbed her wrists. Everything was drowned out after this arguement by a silence almost as deep as the endless boughs of hell itself. "Ok, I think that's enough for now. Alex, let's go," Ignosha said as she broke the deafening silence, pulling the two apart. Alex just looked away as he leapt off towards the exit, remembering that over the last few times they had argued, he never laid a finger on her. Delphina and Ignosha just stood there as they contemplated what could've just happened that caused their two friends to fight like that. They finally followed after him as they escaped Hell's Own Prison.
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