Okay, this is my first fic here, so, forgive me if this doesn't turn out perfectly.

Chapter 1: Perfect Insanity

On Corneria, things may seem peaceful, but things are not always as they seem

On Corneria, things may seem peaceful, but things are not always as they seem. Some may think things are just perfect and could not get any better, but nothing could be further from the truth. To some, things aren't that hard, to others, they get bad, but to the rest, things are hell. And that…is where the story begins.

"Shit!" thought the black-furred wolf to himself as he dove behind a dumpster in an alley, "These guys are persistent."

"He went this way," yelled a Cornerian police officer, leading four other officers down the alley, all five running right past the wolf.

"Yes," the wolf shouted in his mind, quietly getting up and running out the alley in the opposite direction as the police, completely losing them.

It was currently midnight in Corneria, so he blended in quite well in the dark, the only thing that would give him away was his hair, which was a deep red. Now that he was out in the open, he was quite visible, it seemed as if everything was against the wolf tonight, at very least, the police and light definitely was. If the police got back on this street, the streetlights could do very little else to help, he couldn't do a better job than they even if he screamed 'I'm right here.'

"That was too fucking close," he muttered, "You'd think they'd have forgotten about me by now…guess that thousand credits they charged me for littering is still a sore subject."

"There he is," a voice shouted from behind him, "Stop right there!"

"Fuck," the wolf shouted, taking off like a bullet down the street. The officer didn't even hesitate to pull out his pistol and fire.

The bullet soared through the air at a speed that made the wolf look like he was crawling. The bullet flew right past his head, missing him by just an inch. The wolf finally found the building he was looking for, and old warehouse. He figured if he had the cops on his tail, he might as well lose 'em. He ran right through the two large doors that were barely open. Within, it was almost too dark to see, the only light visible being from the streetlights pouring in from the doors.

The five officers stopped just outside, four of them drawing their pistols. They entered the warehouse one-by-one. It took them a moment before their eyes adjusted to the dark building. The officer leading the group felt around the wall for a minute before finding a switch. He flipped it up and the lights came on. It wasn't really bright, but enough was bright enough to light up the inside of the warehouse.

The place was full of crates made of steel and wood. The only problem presented to them was the fact that the building was fairly large and they had no idea where the wolf had hidden, which made things extremely dangerous for them.

"Alright, let's split up, chances are we'll never find him if we stick together," the group leader said, "Though it's risky, we haven't got much of a choice."

None objected, so they split up. Things couldn't have gone much better for the wolf. It wasn't long before one officer walked past the wolf. The dark-furred wolf had taken his scythe off his back and gotten ready for a fight. He quickly positioned himself behind the police officer, brought the blade around in front of his neck, and pulled back, slicing his head clean off, his body dropping to its knees before falling forward and creating a puddle of blood.

"One down," the wolf whispered. He looked at the severed head for a moment before moving on. It wasn't long before an officer spotted him. The wolf quickly noticed and got behind a crate, narrowly avoiding a bullet. The cop quickly ran to the wolf's location, a fatal mistake. The wolf did the same thing he did before, but instead of removing the officer's head, he severed his left leg.

The officer dropped his gun and began screaming in pain, looking down at his leg, sheer horror on his face. The wolf drove the opposite end of the scythe, which was a spike, into the officer's chest, driving the spike through his heart and ending his life.

"Two," the wolf growled as he ripped the scythe from the body. He narrowed his eyes at the body before he moved on.

It wasn't long before the wolf found a third officer. This one didn't notice him, which worked to the wolf's advantage. He snuck up behind him and swung his blade with more strength than he had with the other two, completely severing off the guard's arm which he held the pistol in. The guard screamed in pain and grabbed his shoulder with his left arm. Before he could do anything else, the wolf quickly sliced him in half.

The officer's upper body landed on his back, his legs falling backwards as well. The officer died relatively quickly there on the floor, a pool of blood surrounding both halves of his body. "Three." The wolf stepped right through the puddle on his way to find another officer, deciding to lead him into a trap. He quickly found a fourth and made a noise to attract his attention before moving a little bit away from the area.

The officer quickly noticed the trail. "No," he whispered, quickly becoming angry. He followed the footsteps before reaching the end, only to be greeted by the scythe the wolf had. The scythe had found its way into his chest, carving its way right through to the other side, but not before it ripped his heart up. The policeman had no time to react and his world quickly darkened around him.

The wolf had dispatched of all officers but one. He quickly began searching the warehouse for him. In the end, it wasn't he who found the officer, but the officer who found him. "Been a long time since we've last met, 'Scythe," the officer said, holding his pistol right up against the wolf's head.

"And it shall be the last time we meet," the wolf, obviously called 'Scythe' said.

"Pity it had to end this way," the officer said, "We used to be friends…what happened?"

"Long story short, you decided to join the police force, lackeys of the politicians, who are nothing more than individuals who are corrupt and power-hungry," Scythe replied.

"Some may be that way, but not all are," the officer said.

"Pity that the 'some' are most, if not all," the wolf replied.

"You surely can't believe that," the officer said in disbelief.

"You'd be amazed at what I believe," the wolf said, his grip on the scythe tightening, obviously going unnoticed by the officer.

"Enlighten me," the officer said, "I d-"

Without warning, Scythe quickly swung his weapon up and severed the officer's hand. The officer screamed in agony and fell to his knees, his left hand gripping his right wrist.

"You bastard," the officer howled, tears building up in his eyes.

"Call me whatever you want," the wolf growled, walking behind the officer and kicking him forward, stepping around to his right side and placing his left foot on his back, "Because you're going to die tonight, I don't give a fuck how close we used to be, the individual you used to know is gone, he died a long time ago."

"Son of a bitch," the officer growled, the tears escaping.

"Better get it all out now," Scythe said, sliding the blade of his weapon under the officer and beginning to slowly drive the tip into his chest.

"Wait, please, don't," the officer pleaded with the wolf, tears now flowing like a river, fear obviously taking hold of him.

"It's too late for begging," the wolf said as the tip of his scythe broke the skin.

"I'll do anything, anything," the officer cried, trying everything he could to save himself.

"Then shut the fuck up," Scythe yelled, taking his foot off the officer's back and pulling the scythe away.

"Thank you," the officer said standing up, "Thank you."

"Time to die!" Scythe swung his weapon around and removed the officer's head.

Before his body dropped to the ground, the wolf buried the scythe in its stomach and lifted it over his head and stopping once he had it on the other side of his body, effectively tossing it to the ground on the opposite side of himself. The wolf looked at the severed head for a moment before giving it a kick, sending it flying. Having disposed of all officers, the wolf left the warehouse, only being greeted by a darkness that engulfed all light.

He awoke in his own bed, on the carrier he had lived on for the past five years. Scythe sat up and shook his head. A dream, nothing more. Scythe shook his head, the dream fresh in his mind. "Similar," he said, his mind turning to what really happened. In reality, the officer had never gotten a chance to point a gun at Scythe before losing his hand, though the rest was real, and despite the fact it had happened over five years ago, the memory was still fresh in his mind.

"They had it coming," he said quietly, an evil grin making itself visible on his face, "They made their choice when they decided to side with the government, and whether they, and the rest of the police know it or not, they will have to accept the outcome, no matter how horrible it might be."

Scythe sat on his bed in silence, the grin still visible on his face, his mind focused on that one memory.

After a short time, he swung his legs over his bed and stood up. He looked down at himself. From what he could see, he was wearing nothing more than his pants, leaving the rest of his body exposed. He let out a sigh and began to make his way towards the bathroom, intending to take a shower before starting the day. He and the others could be offered a job, and he figured he'd be better off clean than not. "Gonna be a long day."