The wind blew through his hair as he looked down at the uncharted lands of the planet, Earth. The lands stretched as far as the eye could see and were a mixture of hill country and thick forest. They laid to the West from the Human populated areas and were home to many monsters of all shapes and sizes. Many brave men attempted to explore the land and claim it as their own, but failed to do so. This child was different. He wasn't Human, but he wasn't a monster either. Instead he descended from an ancient race known only as the Immortals.
The Immortals were the first to explore the Earth. They lived longer then any other creature of the planet, making them wiser and well respected. They were even worshiped as gods among the Humans. It should have stayed this way, but on the night the harvest moon turned red it all changed. A new breed of monsters had quickly populated at an alarming rate and attacked the Humans in waves of thousands. The new breed of monsters were similar in appearance to the Humans and made battling them confusing at times. The Humans have named them, Anons, due to their unknown origin.
When the Anons attacked the Humans during the night, the Immortals stepped in to try to protect their loyal subjects. This, however, turned far more fatal then any could imagine. The Anons carried a deadly virus that effected only the Immortals almost wiping them out to the point of extension. In the end only this one small child survived the infection.
Location: West of Joren City - 200 Years Later
The man kicked a rock trying to forget the past. He was no longer a small weak child. He was a warrior. He had spent the past couple of hundred years training himself in the art of combat for one soul purpose, to wipe out the cursed Anons. That's why he was here. That's why he had come to this spot. His intuition told him that trouble would be heading this way. The lack of rain meant that all the monsters would be on the move. He must guard the the river and the Human city that had developed around it with his life.
He picked up the sound of marching on the wind. Squinting his eyes he could make out a blur of shapes moving in his direction. As they came closer he recognized a small band of Anons making their way towards him. He jumped off the ledge and slid down to level ground hellbent on reaching them before they had time to organize into a fighting formation. As the Anons came into clear view he saw that his haste was a mistake he should never have made. They had already broken formation and started to widen out forming a circle around him. The man stopped and unsheathed his sword. It was longer then most swords and glowed faintly as he held it tightly.
The leader of the group of Anons raised his hand and halted the advance. He then pointed at the man and spoke, "You are a fool to have challenged us, Human."
The man didn't flinch, he was accustomed to people mistaking him for a normal Human. He lifted his sword and pointed it at the leader and saying, "Its you who are the fool. I may look like a normal Human to you, but I can assure you that I am much more then meets the eye."
A small ripple of laughter broke out through the group of Anons and the leader simple grunted. The man shifted his body as he noticed the leader taking out his club and waving it at him saying, "Your taste in jokes our sour, but your flesh may just fill my empty stomach."
With that challenge the Anons charged him. The man changed the position of his sword so that it pointed behind him. He then closed his eyes and focused his thoughts. When he opened them again he was aware of a gust of wind encircling him, kicking up dirt and dried grass. With a battle cry he unleashed all his built up energy into his sword and swung it around him slicing the Anons in half. Blood sprayed out of the bodies, but the wind kept any from landing on him. When the attack stopped he saw that he had taken more then half the army. Changing his grip on the sword once again he charged the remaining Anons. His years of training were evident as he picked his way through the hoard and made his way to the leader.
The leader dropped his weapon and backed away as he saw the man take down his army before any of them could attempt to make any sort of an attack. When the man finally reached him the leader stuttered out, "W-w-what the hell are you?"
With one sweep of his sword, the leader's head was taken clean off his shoulders, rolling away from his body. The man looked up into the sky trying hard to catch his breath and calm his nerves. The leader's words echoed in his mind, just what was he? He walked over to where the head of the leader laid on the ground and looked down at it answering, "I am the last of my race. I am Anubite."
Location: Joren City - City Bank
The cop car screeched to a stop in front of the the city bank and Asuka stepped out of the car. She was an attractive, stubborn, dangerous woman who was sought after by every male in the city. Raised by a strict veteran war general she learned what discipline was at an early age. Trained in a verity of martial arts, weaponry, and battle strategy she quickly climbed the police ranks to be part of a specialized task force known only as Military Operation Devision, or MOD for short. MODs were highly respected through out the city and were the primary defense against any Anon raids. Asuka took her job as MOD extremely serious and often worked days without rest.
The passenger door opened and another police woman stepped out of the car. This one was a few years younger then Asuka and was still in training. Her name was Angel, and she showed great promise in being a future MOD. Angel was more laid back than Asuka, but admired her more than any other person on the task force. She blew a bubble as she walked around the car to come stand next to her boss.
"I wish you would stop doing that." Asuka said to her as she studied the bank. "It makes you look so unprofessional. If you took this job a little more seriously you would be a MOD by now."
Angel spit out her gum and tried to look serious. It was just too hard. This was her first time at a bank robbery and there was so much excitement all around her.
A young police officer ran up to them and saluted. "Madam. We have surrounded the building and have already made contact with the robbers. Their leader is Oralom, the infamous thief who the Joren Police have been after for years. We called you since you've been studying his file ever since you became a MOD."
Asuka saluted back. "Thank you officer. Have they given you their demands for releasing the hostages?"
The police officer hesitated before answering, "They want three armored vans. All filled with a full tank of gas. They also want us to clear the road blocks."
Asuka took a minute to pounder the information. She looked at her surroundings. Three armored vans would mean that they would only use one and the other two would be a distraction. Clearing the road blocks would give them an advantage to split the vans up at a greater distance before the police could organize a chase. Where would they go. With an armored van they would stick out like a soar thumb. Even if they manage to make it to the next city.
Angel waited patiently as she watched her boss come up with a plan of action. She had full confidence that Asuka was looking at the problem from all angles and would soon form a plan that would not fail.
After thinking over the information that the police officer had given her she finally spoke, "Remove all road blocks and reposition them around the outskirts of the city. Order the three armored vans, but only fill them half way. Have our mechanics adjust the meters to make it look like they are full. Tell them we will leave the keys in the van, but we wont back away until the hostages are released."
The police officer saluted and ran off to relay the orders. Angel, watched him go and then asked, "You really going to give in to their demands with out any negotiation?"
Asuka smirked and started walking. Angel followed silently knowing that her boss had another plan in mind for the both of them. They walked to the alley that went behind the bank. Pulling out a pin from her hair, she picked the lock of the back door to the bank. Casting a warning glance at Angel she quietly opened the door and walked in. Angel pulled out her gun and silently followed her through the door.
Voices could be heard as the the two police women made their way from the back to the front of the bank where the hostages were being kept. Asuka signaled with her hands and both she and Angel hid in the shadows of the dark hall ways to wait. Soon the sound of hostages leaving the bank was heard and Asuka held her breath hoping her intuition was right. Sure enough in a few minutes the robber's leader, Oralom was making his way down the hall while putting on a backpack. Asuka moved out of the shadows blocking Oralom's exit to out the back door. Angel took her spot behind him and pointed her gun at the back of his head.
Oralom smiled as his eyes adjusted to the darkness and could make out who was blocking his escape route. "Why hello again beautiful." He spoke relaxed and calmly as if Asuka was an old friend. "Why is it that you always know what I'm planning?"
Asuka's face tightened and she quickly drew her gun and pointed it at Oralom. "Your under arrest for robbing the city bank. If you resist arrest then you leave me no choice, but to use absolute force."
Oralom just smiled and replied, "Always dedicated to your job. Why don't you quiet and come live with me. You know I can make you happy."
Asuka didn't flinch. She was used to his behavior and had been chasing him since she became a MOD. She wasn't going to give into his charm or his dreamy passionate eyes, or his perfect kissable lips... She quickly shook her head to clear her mind. That however was her mistake. Oralom took took that opportunity to grab the gun, spin around her and aim the gun at her head.
"Put your gun down and don't make any sudden movements." Oralom's voice had changed to an icy tone.
Angel looked at the face of her boss for an answer of what to do. Seeing Asuka shake her head she slowly lowered the gun and set it on the floor. Raising her hands up above her head, she slowly took a couple steps back and waited for the next instruction.
The sound of the armored vans starting back up broke the silence between the three of them and Oralom took this time to slowly back away from Angel, keeping Asuka close to him as a shield. When he reached the back door he shoved Asuka away and opened the door. Asuka spun around just in time to see him wink at her and head out the door. Furious she ran out the door after him.
Angel picked up her gun and quickly followed her boss out the door only to find Asuka standing in the alley alone. She looked around, but couldn't find any traces of Oralom anywhere. "What do we do now?" She asked.
Asuka clinched her fist and said, "Nothing. He's once again escaped. Lets return to headquarters for now and fill out our reports."
Oralom watched the two women walk back out of the alley from the top of the bank roof. He smiled to himself as he adjusted his backpack. Yet another escape made successful by his charm.
