Prologue
Cooro remembered staying in a home with Husky, Senri, and Nana– he had no memories of how he got there or what happened after Fly and Blanca fell to their deaths. Those memories were lies. They were a hallucination. Cooro's arms and legs were trapped in red gems. Fly wasn't dead, he was standing in front of Cooro and writing stuff down in his black cover book. Someone who was vindicated with Cooro brought him here.
Cooro could see his friends in the same way he was now. They were trapped in red gems and wearing green masks over their mouths. They were sleeping...not in a good way. Their faces were bluish pale, but their stomachs were expanding meaning they weren't dead. Cooro was more scared for them then he was for himself. Who did this to them?
The room had a way into the dungeon but their seemed to be no way out. Suddenly, Fly approached Cooro. There was a sad look in his eye. The moment he looked like he was dying he wasn't this sad. He wiped that small trickle from his chin.
" I'm sorry, Cooro," he said. " I never wanted this to happen to you. I wanted to help you. I wanted to have your wings but I never wanted to be responsible for this. You have to understand this is important to me, and you have helped me. I want to tell you what's happening but you have to listen to me."
" That's enough." Fly was undeterred by the tough voice of a man lingering in the shadows. He remained to be unseen. All that was seen from him was his grotesque green hand with four nails and one cut in half. This man was clearly an anima, but what kind of anima he was stumped Cooro. " Why you are here is not important. It's where you are going. You are engulfed with great scientific DNA."
Cooro couldn't speak. His thyroid gland was damaged in some way. Some powerful weapon broke it. Without his thyroid he couldn't speak. Fly attached a mask to his mouth. The effects of the mask put Cooro in a deep dream sequence faster than Cooro could see the man in the shadows stand. Fly was doing repetitive work for a man with a sick mind.
Fly had no idea why he was doing these things.
One thing he did understand from this hollow man was he was taking these four anima forward. Not to someplace but to some destination. His lunacy was caused by his egotistical nature and his drunkenness with power. He believed that in the future anima's would still be around and they would still be hated, but they wouldn't be recognized.
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Present
The Red Rum Strip Club. A portentous club, one could be awestruck by the woman willingly chafing against poles sticking out platforms, bars sticking up, and
dipsos themselves ogling the woman as they englut.
Charlie O'Connel. She has bright sky blue eyes, very lean, and muscular build. She was wearing a private school-style uniform, white shirt, and blue jeans. Her
hair was cropped blonde, cut to her shoulders and so messy that someone would think she just got out of bed and decided to shame herself.
She was a girl starving for exertion to help her mother.
Unfortunately, Charlie was left gratifying the likes of drunken workers. All workers, wearing plain white shirts, blond-brown-black, ogling Charlie, and grinned with wide teeth. A group of three, raising their glasses up high, intoxicated, they were gawping too Charlie.
" Hey there, cutie," One of the drunks called too Charlie. " How about a beer?"
" I just gave you a beer," Charlie said.
" Oh…" The man outstretched his right hand, tipped his beer glass upside down, and let the liquids spill out. " It appears… its empty."
" I've had just about enough of this," Charlie thought. " He better not…"
Charlie leaned closer to the drunken man—taken completely by surprised—one of the man rubbed her rear end. " Damn these perverts! I should just knock the snot
out of them; I would lose my job in the process. Here's your drinks, boy's. Youdumb bastards."
Charlie walked away from the two men.
Charlie entered backstage, an array of beautiful strippers wearing nothing but low-cut bras and panties, she walked closer to the right, and meet with her
mother. A smooth skinned forty year old woman, wearing a blue bra and panties, long black hair, and amber eyes reflected through her mirror . Charlie's mother
was using a brush and brushing her hair.
" How's my little angel doing, Charlie?" Charlie's mother asked, she kept brushing her hair with her comb.
" … Terrible," Charlie murmured, her face looking at the ground. " I hate this job, mommy. This job's not fair!" Charlie shaked her head side by side, blatant, and flailing her arms. " It's not fair! It's not fair! It's not fair!"
" I know," Charlie's mother atoned, she put her comb down and looked too her daughter. " But this is something we'll have to overcome. Remember, we need the
money." Charlie's mother pat Charlie on her right cheek. Charlie flustered her cheeks red, she was embarrassed. "Soon, my darling, things will get better. Just
you wait and see."
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Our hero, a normal 16 year old boy, was asleep at his school desk and snoring soundly. The boy had short shaggy silver hair, bright sky blue eyes, very lean,
and muscular build. He was wearing an old teared gray jacket, tattered blue jeans, black sneakers. He also kept a pair of sunglasses on his forehead, and
there was a small ring made of tinfoil on his right hand.
The classroom was small, filled with small desks, students sitting on them, and glass windows on the right.
The boy's teacher was no great joy. He was a pale skinny man with a big mess of brown hair and glasses, and we wore a blue velvet suit. The boy could go through
his other school classrooms, however, he couldn't stand the boring lectures of Mr. Greenberg. Most teachers write on chalkboards, others use Powerpoint
presentations, Mr. Greenberg would babble on and on about History for hours on end.
" So, as we've studied in recent chapters, On June 3rd, 1942, Japanese forces invaded and occupied Attu and Kiska, two islands which were part of the state of
Alaska. However, these islands had little value, very bad conditions and proved little of a threat to the United States. Many resulting casualties were not
caused by gunfire, but booby traps, the weather and friendly fire..
" God, when am I going into a deep sleep?" The boy pondered in his sleep, he didn't have the chance to get a good night's sleep. " Why, of all the actually cool teacher's, why am I stuck with him?"
" So, in conclusion. The war ended in Europe with the unconditional surrender by Germany on May 7,1945 and then the German surrender to the Soviets on May 8,
1945. Germany was defeated by the British and Americans in the south and west and by the Russians in the east. Japan also unconditionally surrendered to the
U.S. on September 2,1945 after two atomic bombs were dropped by the U.S.A. on Nagasaki and Hiroshima in Japan in August 1945.. Remember, we'll be having a
test on everything you've been studying this Friday."
" Crap. I am so buste—" the boy was rubbed on his right shoulder by one of his classmates/friends. She had long chocolate brown hair tied into a side braid (to
the left). Wide black eyes that the boy found to gaze into your very soul, not muscular and somewhat thin, pale cream skin. She wore black long sleeved
sweetheart neckline, short white pants, rainbow-colored sneakers. Also a magneta jacket that keeps open or tied into her waist. " Oh, it's just you, Savira? How
was class today?"
" Much better, now that you're awake, Charlie O'Connel," Savira said.
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The male Charlie O'Connel and his friend Savira roamed the halls of their school. There were lockers on the sides, students horsing around; they blew spitballs and paper airplanes, with trash all over the ground.
Charlie had a watch out, but replaced the dials and replaced it with a picture of a gray wolf, and he ogled the wolf picture up close. Savira meanwhile stared angrily at Charlie.
" What is you and you obsession of wolves, you mook?" Savira said, her voice filled with noticeable skepticism.
" What can I say?" Charlie gloated, nodded his head. " They're just so extraordinary. Did you know, that a wolf can live for up to 30 years, whereas a dog can only live for 14-15 years?"
" Yes!" Savira replied, she didn't hesitate to say. " You've told me this at least—"
Charlie interrupted Savira of her chatter. " Wolves hunt in packs. Wolves are bigger and stronger than dogs. And wolves have more wisdom and use more tactics for hunting than a dog."
" Dude, I don't care," Savira said. " Now why don't you—" Savira accidentally bumped into a student passing by.
The student lost the papers she was carrying, they fell to the ground, Charlie got a good look at her. Long black hair that reached their waist, calm pale green eyes, somewhat muscular, and tanned skin. She wore a brown long sleeved turtle-neck, dark green skirt that reached a bit below knee and has a ribbon tied at the waist, a cobalt scarf tied from her neck, dark purple boots.
" Whoops. Sorry."
" No no, it's not your fault," The girl assured, she wasn't even looking at them, she was crawled on the ground, and looking to find any papers which may've been hers. " I should have payed closer attention to what was around me."
" Wow, she's so pretty," Charlie thought, as his eyes wouldn't stop ogling the girl. " Here, let me help you."
Charlie kneeled down and picked a few papers off the ground. The girl had all hers she could find in her hands—Charlie gave her what remained of her papers.
He noticed her bright green eyes, he was aroused, he was low on breath, and his cheeks burned red.
" Thanks, Charlie," The girl thanked, she squeezed the papers with her arms. She turned around and waved her right arm. " See ya!"
Charlie was still entranced by the girls actions, she was leaving to go too her next class. Savira noticed Charlie's face, she had an enraged look on her face, smacked Charlie behind his head.
" Ow!" Charlie whined over his bickerment. " Jesus, what was that for?!"
" You know damn well what's what!" Savira yelled. " I can't believe you. You act like she's the only pretty girl in school."
" There's another one?!" Charlie asked. " WHERE?!"
Savira smacked Charlie behind his head, he fell face first on the ground, she walked past him too her next class, grunted, "…Jackass."
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Female Charlie O'Connel was infuriated, working at different tables, the sound of horny drunards kept ogling her, she was standing besides the bar section of Red Rum Strip Club. A young and attractive girl was cleaning glass's, wearing nothing but a tube top. Long silver hair tied into a twin-tail with black ribbons. Grey eyes. Skin is very light brown and is quite scrawny.
" Edna, I need a five minute break," the girl pleaded.
" Okay," Edna said while polishing the glasses, she made sure they were spotless. " You do deserve a break; I too want a way to hide from lechers."
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Female Charlie O'Connel was leaning against a wall, a hot cup of cocoa in a mug in her arms, and a moopy expression. Charlie put the mug down—as she couldn't
stand the itchiness of her wig. Female Charlie took the wig off, Male Charlie was seen, as his short hair blew in the breeze.
" Here's to a lousy life," The male Charlie said, raising his cup up and took a sip from it. " I can hear the ladies: ' hey, I hear you're that underachieving high school student, who cross-dresses as a girl to work as a waitress in a strip club, and work for your mom, one that's the queen of whores. I bet all the other girls are looking for you?' Piuzzzzzzzzt!"
Charlie put the cup down and banged his head against the wall. However; his moment was interrupted. Charlie heard growling noises, right beside him, his heart skipped a beat; he was happy, saw the animal he longed to see: A wolf, red fur on top, white fur in its underbelly, and crimson eyes.
" A wolf!" Charlie awed, his voice filled with happiness.
A wolf was right in front of Charlie. The wolf ran away, Charlie was so excited—he followed the wolf close behind.
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The wolf reached the road.
Charlie followed the wolf—he finally caught up with it.
" Come to me, boy!" Charlie begged, his voice in a high pitch squeal. " I won't hurt you!"
The wolf didn't' pay much attention to Charlie—as he didn't have any reason too—he was attracting the attention of nearby pedestrians driving their cars and walking on the road.
" AHHHH! A WOLF!" A feminine voice screamed.
" HOLY F-C!" Another feminine voice was heard, Charlie recognized the screamer as a male.
" KILL IT!" A rougher yet strong voice yelled.
Meanwhile, a drunk driver was speeding down the road. The man was 18, short wavy silver hair and crimson eyes. Has light brown skin and is thin. He is also tall for his age. Clothing: Long sleeved shirt with tie and a pair of black jeans. Black boots and dark blue vest.. Beer cans were on the dashboard of his car, another can of beer in his right hand; he drived with his left, he just didn't care about anyone but himself.
As Charlie walked closer to the wolf—he couldn't help but notice the wolf showing no restraint—even when multiple guns were pointed at the two of them.
" It's okay," Charlie told the wolf, he was moving up to it. " I'm here for you. I won't let anything bad happen to you."
The wolf may've been an animal, however, it still maintained feelings. It was fond of Charlie. It wasn't afraid of him or how close he was to him.
Even when the drunken man's car drove closer, moving up too Charlie and about to move right into the wolf and Charlie—Charlie couldn't hear anything, he was too fascinated with the wolf.
" LOOK OUT!" One of the pedestrians voices shrieked.
" You're gonna get KO'D!" A teenagers voice shrieked.
" Wolfy…" Charlie said. He turned around and noticed the car coming, gawped. " WOLFY!"
Charlie jumped up and pushed the wolf out of the way—he was distracted by the moment and meet his fate—he was rammed by the front of the car.
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Not too far away from the crash site, on the tip of a tree, staring at where Charlie was striked, and smirking snidely. Short orange hair, average build, blue eyes, peach skin. He wears a plain white t-shirt underneath a black jacket, with a white and red design going down the sides of the arms, he wears white gloves with black skeleton hand designs, green baggy cargo pants, black shoes.
" So, it appears someone else has awakened?" The man laughed. " Things might just get… interesting."