****((So with the start of this, I guess correct me if something is screwed up? First time I've done anything on fanfiction so tell me how I'm doing. I'm not a big writter, or wasn't until recently I've wante to write this for a while, this character has been with me for 3 years and still growing I still play him. Constructive critisim is welcome, please review I would like to know what you all think. My insperation comes from fans so, the more I know I have the more I write it seems. I hope you all enjoy!))****
Lavitz Nori:
Life as a CatWalker
Chapter 1:
My Past
My name is Lavitz Nori and this half destroyed city I live in, is Midian. Don't ask me why I'm writing this if someone else is actually reading this, I guess I just wanted to keep something in sake of my past, don't know if I crave to leave my life as a legacy or for kids If I have some someday. Midian City is a run down piece of shit city taken over by gangs and anarchy and I love every bit of it. I've been here since I was about 22, I'm 26 now, and I escaped Sigma 6 at the age of 16. My past was brutal but I guess I could fill you in.
Our kind were beat, Whipped and forced to do many things we never wanted to do. We were 'animals' to them, most places we still are. My mistress use to whip me, lashing marks on my back will prove that to you. She forced me to do many things that pretty much scarred me at that age, sexual scenes, manual labor that pushed my body over its limits, and fights. We never had freedoms it was a dark time for all of us. My brother Duke from what we had come to be, blood or not grew up together under the same roof both abused. The mistress had no favorite.
When the wars started Sigma 6 was set aflame, and my mistress released us from our chains only to allow me to run for my life. I lost Duke when we fled through burning rubble, explosions, guns heard from all around us, and the cries of many of the civilians in the city. I got out of the city alive just barely, only to wake up in a tent filled with a few screaming soldiers. Their armor was black as night, some heavily geared others lightly, for mobility I had guessed at the time. I sat up slowly trying to figure out what was going on, the explosions I saw from the tent would be left burnt images in my head for as long as I can remember. Sigma 6 was there, and then it was gone a few seconds later. I couldn't hear well over all the commotion in this tent, I had come to my senses realizing it was a medical tent.
A few of the men that were lightly armored and working on the soldiers in the tent looked up at the explosion for a second and then back down. One of the more heavily armored ones stood there watching everything that was going on. I found out soon as one of the lightly armored men turned, they were medics. The symbol on their arm would soon be mine. A man with a cigar walked into the tent shortly after a young medic entered.
"Here he is sir." He would say in a nervous tone, he seemed to be a bit nervous near this higher figure.
"Very well." The rather tall and well-built figure let out taking his cigar from his mouth and letting out a puff of smoke. He waved the young medic on to continue working on injured soldiers.
"Can you walk?" He said to me in demanding tone, as if I better be able to.
"Yeah, I believe so." I let out after a cough and a slight movement of my legs to make sure they could move.
He gave me a slight nod and a wave of his hand to follow him as he walked out of the tent. I got out of the bed to only stumble slightly before catching myself. A wind was still blowing from the city's explosion it seemed. I found my way to the corner outside the tent the man was two tents down already, waiting for me to see him so I would know where to go. He walked into the tent and I made my way there soon enough after a slow groggy walk.
I entered the tent confused, still not sure what the hell was going on.
"Sorry bout your city kid, we just had a large some of money handed to us to level that place. Nothing a large amount of strategically placed explosives can't handle." He gave a light laugh while I still stood there confused.
"What is going on?" I let out clearly in need of a drink; my voice was rasp from a dry throat. Another large puff of smoke left his mouth in a silent breath.
"You may want to sit down." He let out in a sigh nodding toward a seat across the table he was sitting at. I took my seat quickly as he started to speak. "You see kid, it wasn't my choice to bring you to our camp here, but one of our hybrid soldiers demanded it at least for a short while. We are Delta of the Black Star. A Mercenary Organization if you wish to bluntly put it. We fight for whoever pays the most."
Looking out of the cracks of the tent for a moment to my once called 'Home'. I didn't know what to do, or where to go if I was to just walk away. He said to me in a fairly serious voice now, not taking another puff of his cigar. "We could use your kind." There was a slight pause. "Nekos (Half Cat Half Human) are fast, agile, cunning, and whether some like to admit it or not, Stronger then us humans. You, Okamis (Half Wolf Half Human), Kitsune (Half Fox Half Human), and other hybrids make me jealous. The only way others can control you are with weapons and chains from a young age. If weapons didn't exist I can damn tell you, you wouldn't be some slave in a city like that ever. So, what do you say kid. You want to fight for some good money?"
I didn't have much else of a choice at this point. What would I do if I said no? "Sure, I'll do it." I said to him, you could tell by my voice I had no other option I would die alone from starvation or something else if I tried to make my own way. General Retalo as I would soon know him to be, chuckled lightly at me with a large smile on his face standing up and reaching his arm out to shake my hand.
"Welcome to Black Star Delta recruit." He said in a booming proud voice as I shook his hand.
A few weeks passed, I had completed basic training, I chose to become a medic, but not like the ones that sat at base all day. I was a combat medic on the front lines with the soldiers. I was one of them. My abilities to sufficiently patch a wounded soldier on the field with basic equipment was far above what many of them have ever seen. This was a basic job for me; I was also a skilled marksman and at times was sent out with a Sniper to take care of one target. This was all good for them but I seemed to be used for one of my darker skills, I did not choose to be good at it but naturally I was.
Inside a dark damp room with normally only one light was were a lot of my time seemed to be spent. A long table with many tools and a man or woman at times sitting in an old wooden chair right under the light, tied to that chair many people cried out for mercy from me. I was a torturer, my skills of putting people together only taught me the most painful way to slowly take them apart. My mind became damp from emotion after a long while, I had no care for the feelings of others and was only living to serve the group that saved me. No one else mattered to me. That was before the mission that would change me forever.