Hello, dogs. My name is Cass, a great world-class doctor. I have an M.M.S in medicine and operation. Today was going to be the day I walked into work and took the seat of that fat geezer as the president of Greenvest. Today was supposed to be the FUCKING DAY SHE BECAME PRESIDENT OF GREENVEST!
But…right now she was inside a skyscraper with a plate on the entrance saying: Infowebs, (what the fuck did that mean?) And surrounded by weirdos. She had only followed them because the man who hurt her sister was followed by these fucks.
"THE MAIN CHARACTER? THE FUCK IS YOU TALKING ABOOUT FAT BASTARD!" She yelled at an obese man, tight fitted in what occurred to be a blue toga with green embers digitally entangled in his clothes. "SHUT UP!" The fat man babbled and then sprayed her with the water from his water bottle.
She sidestepped out of the way of the childish attack but some water still drenched her.
(But what the fuck is wrong with these shits? Are they fucking insane?) They didn't even have decent cosplay on them.
"IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU, YOU WILL GET OUT OF THE WAY OF THE FUTURE RULE-" tried to say one of the younger people in the group, before he was tackled by one of the more handsome man-children.
The adolescent man who was pushed to the floor was donning a guise, colored with what appeared to be a slab of purple snot on his face and bracers with a long dress of the same pitch-black color. The kid was probably one of those lads hired by the costume house a few blocks from this damned place.
(By the looks of it...maybe all of them.)
MOTHER FUCKER GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" The man in the costume screeched, as he punched the handsome man square in the mug but the sturdy man could have cared less, as he clenched the windpipe of the boy.
Dressed up in a leaden sweater and ebony pants, with a veil covering his face, the sturdy man gripped the throat of the boy tighter."I KNEW IT. YOU ARE A VILLAIN! FUCKING, NERD FUCK!" The man howled, yanking the mask off and smashing the young man's face against the ground. Blood leaked to the ground. If the man had not already collapsed the boy's windpipe then the slam had killed the boy.
(I will fucking smash your face in!)
She was ready to jump him but then the dick head moaned to the top of his lungs and took out a small pocket ass knife.
"LISTEN UP NUMBSKULLS! I WILL KILL HIM. WHOEVER DOES NOT LIKE THAT I WILL RIP THEIR HEADS OFF AND STUFF IT IN THEIR ASS! YOU HEAR ME!?"
(Fucking, screaming, little, shitty cunt! Liek helllll would she let the dog do whatever he wants.)
She eyed the silvery pocket knife and decided to grab the beeping scanner next to her.
*Beep, beep, beeep beep*
"Drop the damned knife insane scum!" She slammed the wall with the scanner to grab the group's attention. Roughly 20 people glared at her but took a step back with a hand in their mouths. Standing still in visible shock.
"Mmmmm? WIMPS!...?" She swung the scanner to startle them, but she was stunned when they did nothing. At that moment she knew no one was staring at her as they were glancing at something beside her.
She glanced down at her side with wide eyes and was frozen in terror, as she finally realized what was next to her.
Sitting in the corner. Clothed in a black leather jacket over what seemed to be an office shirt with an indigo tie, and cyan pants...was a man eating in silence. What caught her interest the most was his hand, it was at least twice as large as a typical one with long crimson claws, and a complex network of veins stretching out through the available skin space. Just by gazing at him she wanted to fall to the floor, and cuddle into a ball.
A woman at the back vomited, and the awful odor of her vomit brought out a few gags of the group. "Holy shit!" The man with the leaden sweater cried out, and she could not say otherwise, after all… She was next to a man who was slowly eating the side of his hand.
Chunks of muscle and bone along with rubbery veins were being pulled out of his hand in sickening squelches. His gaze was entirely bloodshot as he gawked at them. She could see that there was nothing but wrath in those eyes.
The creature emptied its maw. Chunks of flesh tumbled to the floor to reveal pointed teeth. Its silhouette rose menacingly but surprisingly he seized the chance to flee and slipped below her arm. With a sharp twist, she swerved towards him. Her speed dragged her arms to slam his rear with the club-like scanner.
The man didn't stumble but rather borrowed the propulsion of the blow to shift direction to the left. As if on beat, the people inside the building ran towards the door but failed to discern at what direction the creature had fled. Several of them believed it had fled all the way straight like a dumbhead. In a way, it was thanks to the hefty scanner and the number of people that filled the streets that the thing fled, but she knew better.
Silent as a cat, she swerved out of the skyscraper. Down the stairs and pursued after the man. Not a soul caught a glimpse of her, as the group stormed the throng of oblivious folk lining the square. "TOWARDS THE HORIZON!" The hefty man in the leaded sweater announced candidly and rode in the front as the commander of the muck. She facepalmed out of embarrassment.
"Cringy bastards."
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(Fucking coward.)
He heard a new voice make its home in his head and continually stab it as he jogged through the masses.
Thinking back, it kinda startled him that a gorgeous woman was the one to find his hiding spot. Apparently, the fact that the woman found him first convinced everyone else not to murder him the second they found him.
The rest was history.
The masses eyed him in obvious awe and it irked him. Something was not right here. He decided it was safer to take a detour to a different part of the sector.
(Were their expressions of surprise, or something else?)
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He was now near the edge of the commercial region and brushing against the housing region. The area here was less stuffed but still ample just like the square. The skyscrapers were starting to get smaller as well as less numerous, and the shops were beginning to be replaced by older versions.
Less floating advertisements of people trying on clothes and more smart tv's. On the positive side, houses were beginning to appear and there were fewer people.
Hastily like a flash, he hid his hideous hand in his pocket and within a moment, he was lost inside a throng of people.
He made an effort to stroll through the housing district slowly, and as naturally as possible, but the people around him kept furrowing their eyes as he passed them. He couldn't help but look at himself. There was nothing odd about him. His hand was inside his pouch, even if it had ballooned up to the volume of a ball...(what do people think it is? A bowling ball?
(Perhaps, a gun.) The voice in his head said and it was actually helpful.
(Possibly it was that?) But then he heard a murmur.
"Wolf?" A girl mumbled and then he heard something else in the louder voice of a man. "Is he an animal?" The voices kept getting wilder until somebody shrieked. "NO WAY! IT'S A DEMON IN THE DISGUISE OF A MAN!"
(Huh? What did that man just say?)
And just like that, like a water dam breaking; cries of horror burst in every direction, and the crowds encircling him withdrew. Wonder and fear scribbled all over their faces. "What's wrong!?" He asked the crowd in despair but whoever he reached for scurried off into the safety of the herd.
"He is worth 15 exp!" He heard beside him. A man clenching a stone swooped in from the side and swung the rock overhead. He skillfully leaned below the swing but that was not the end of it, as a few more people proceeded to hold him down.
(Assholes.) He preferred diving into the crowd than having to deal with these pricks. He jumped away. "AAAAAHHHHHHHH!" A group of girls shrieked, with their arms put up in fear as he pushed his way through them. "HOLD ONTO THAT ALIEN! DON'T LET IT SCAPE! The man with the rock shouted and people began throwing themselves at him.
The crowd was riled to action but still struggled to work jointly and could hardly wrestle him to the ground. Some tried to whack him coldly but they could hardly push him.
"STOP!" An old man whimpered and hopped on the back of a patrol officer working with the crowd. A few others tried to help him and fought for his freedom, but only with pure grit did he survive his way through the horde.
His legs could merely carry him faster but the further he ran, the further his core felt energized. Because, as tiring as the steady barrage of punches should have been...he strangely found surpluses of energy forming in himself. It was like he was a masochistic tank.
His pursuers still practically stepped on his heels as they pushed themselves to catch up to his jacket. "Ardagh hggg," he tried to speak but only a groan exited his lips. The closest people behind tripped over themselves but an ample bunch managed to strike him wherever they could.
(This was bad! This was really bad!!!) More than a few people had managed to jump on his back. With a huff, he jostled the people off of him and renewed his run in earnest.
A v-shaped bedrock apartment dividing the sector was almost upon him and he had to choose.
The district divides into two straight directions.
The right road passes through the heart of the housing district, (the original road he had already meticulously planned). He could lose the mob quickly if he walked to the left because of the cramped room the stairs to the train tracks provided.
He could probably bet on the hunch he was not on adrenaline, depending more on his accumulating energy and rush at full speed towards the housing district on the right. On the other hand...the rail tracks of the left would instantly help him lose the mob.
(Right...or left?)