"Well, not really surprised to see a skyscraper chunk sticking out of a lake here. I knew I had to expect some weirdness in New Meridian."
I was currently on my way to New Meridian. My train was just a few miles away from the New Meridian station, or a few minutes away from a new beginning for me.
But I guess I forgot to introduce myself. The name's Alexander Lonewolf, I previously used to live in Canopolis, but there were a few…Difficulties that forced me to move out of that city. I won't really be getting into details, and will just tell about myself. In fact, I'm pretty much an average 17-year old guy who wants to make the most out of his given time. As for my looks… Well, let's say genetics went for 50-50 – On the negative side, I'm not having too much muscle mass and not too well trained physically… But on the positive side of things, I had quite good overall looks. For the more neutral description – thin frame, short gray hair, and a more or less alright face – not too ugly, but not too pretty either. As for my clothes, currently I wore a plain black shirt, dark blue denim jacket, light green jeans, and green sneakers.
At the moment, the train just arrived to the New Meridian station. I sighed, took my cases, and exited the train. The view was pretty generic for a big city train station – people running around, loaders carrying around cases and bags of varying sizes, all that kind of stuff. Just when I was looking around, my cell phone ringed. It was no doubt that it was Lance calling me. Long story short, Lance is my older brother. He is 20 years old, to be exact, and looks like me if I was 20 years old, obviously. My descriptive vocabulary isn't too great anyway.
I picked up the phone and answered: "Yes?"
"Well, did you arrive safely? There weren't any earthquakes or falling skyscrapers?" – He asked jokingly. I laughed and replied: "Why, the train was almost squashed by a falling skyscraper chunk and there was an earthquake when we were going through a tunnel! Ha-hah. Of course I'm just kidding; the trip was boring as hell." Lance changed the subject almost immediately: "Anyway, I've got you covered with the housing problem – I was able to get you an apartment in The Central District. You still remember Hunter?"
"You mean that guy from a certain cargo delivery service?" – I replied, after which Lance answered: "Yep, that's exactly him. Long story short, he is one of your neighbors. His apartment is…" – I stopped listening from this part because I saw a rather attractive dagonian girl running through the station. I was watching her run past me and disappear somewhere in the distance later. When she was completely out of my field of vision, after a few seconds I was snapped out of it by Lance, who said: "Were you even listening or some random girl got your attention again?"
"Well..." – I was unable to reply due to Lance interrupting me and saying: "If it was due to some cutie that you weren't listening to what I said, then you don't need to apologize. Well, I suggest you leave all your things in your new apartment first, and only afterwards follow after her."
"Sometimes I feel like you're practically reading my thoughts, bro. I'll call you later once I'll be finished with all the necessary business." – With that said, I hung up the phone and went for the Central District. It didn't take me much time to find that apartment building, get to my apartment, and check what I've got. Lance certainly wasn't being too greedy when he chose that apartment – one bedroom with a double bed, one guest room, a well-sized living room, perfect dining room and kitchen, and even a more or less average bathroom. After I left all my things where they belonged, I called Lance and asked: "A double bed? Really?"
"Hey, I'm fairly certain you're going to be breaking it with some cutie sooner or later, heheh. Was that all you called me for?"
"With all honesty…Yes, that was all I called you for. Sorry for disturbing you." – I immediately hung up the cell phone, exited the apartment, took the elevator down to the first floor and exited the building. Just when I exited the building, Lance called me once again and said: "By the way, Mustang is in the parking lot. I made sure Hunter gets your motorcycle here safely."
With all honesty, I didn't expect Lance to actually bother with Mustang. And yet when I checked the parking lot, I almost immediately found my Mustang chained to a signpost. Safety, damn it.
Mustang was pretty much a typical motorcycle, with a rather cool-looking silver paint job and an outright overpowered engine. Anyway, once I unchained Mustang and started the engine up, I almost immediately drove to the Little Innsmouth district - as I had known, it was the district inhabited primarily by dagonians, so it was no doubt that fishgirl was heading there. As I arrived to the deeper part of the district - by that time, a few hours or so passed, I heard some girl screaming, her voice coming from one of the "dead end" streets.
"Nobody's going to hear you here! Riccardo, shut the damn thing up and help me get her to the car!" – A rough male voice shouted from the same dead end. I drove my motorcycle away a bit, and looked around – there was only one car standing there. Soon enough, two bandits emerged from that dead end, holding captive that dagonian girl from before. I knew I had to act quickly. As soon as those thugs entered the car and started the engine up, I got ready to set Mustang's engines off.
"Now or never." – I said to myself. When the car went off, I immediately drove right after it. It wasn't long before those two idiots noticed me and one of them shouted: "Hey, looks like we've got some unnecessary company here!"
"Then get him off our tail, you idiot!" – The other one said, after which those two immediately made a sharp turn. I just barely had time to react and turn right after them. The chase was pretty much going on highest speeds possible – so much that when both their car and my motorcycle zoomed right past a police car, the random officer in the car didn't hesitate and followed after us. Woops. That cop leaned out of the car, with a megaphone in one hand and holding the steering wheel in the other and shouted: "Stop right there! All of you will be arrested for overspeeding!" I immediately leaned over and shouted: "Officer, those two criminals are escaping with a kidnapped girl! I was just following after them and trying to rescue her!"
The cop – as I found later, his name was Officer Stark – was somewhat confused at first, but immediately replied: "If so, then I demand you get out of the way right now, as I'll try to get a few clear shots on their car's tires!"
I nodded and veered a bit off to the side, allowing Stark to get a clear shot. He did miss a few times, but the moment the car tires popped, I knew that things were so going to Oblivion for those thugs. Just before the car crashed, I saw that dagonian girl from before open the door and jump out. Officer Stark stopped his police car, exited it and looked in the direction of the car crash. That girl was still lying on the road, so I approached her, untied her and helped her get up.
As for Officer Stark…He was pretty much your generic police officer – muscular, more or less tall, black hair and mustache, and…Hey, I was never too damn great at descriptions.
"Well, looks like those criminals are still alive. I'll be taking them to the police department to ask a few questions. As for you, kid – if anything, I owe you one."
"Thanks, officer. While you deal with the thugs, I'll go and get this girl back home."
While Stark ran off to deal with those two bandits, I removed that makeshift gag from that girl's mouth, after which she replied: "Umm…Thank you for saving me. If it wasn't for you, they would have taken me away again…"
"Eh, no problem." - I stopped for a moment, looking in the direction of the car crash. Those two criminals, even though unconscious, already had their hands cuffed, so Stark was carrying them away at the moment. I turned back to face that girl and continued: "Perhaps I might help you get back home safely?"
"Oh, you don't really need to…" – The girl replied, blushing.
"Don't worry – I don't have much important things to deal with at the moment." – I insisted that I'll try to get her home safely. – "By the way, I still haven't asked you…What is your name?"
"Minette…My name is Minette." – The dagonian girl answered.
"Hmm…That's one beautiful name you have, lady. And my name is Alex, pleased to make your acquaintance." – After I complimented Minette, she blushed even more and replied: "Anyway…My apartment is in the Central District. I didn't really like living in the Little Innsmouth district, so I decided to get an apartment somewhere else. As such, I've got a modest apartment in that one building not too far away from Madman's Café." – Minette kept talking all the way until we arrived to the Central District, but I wasn't paying much attention to what she said – instead, I was closely admiring her. To say the least, she had quite the body – modest B-cup breasts, wide hips, and, as I noticed when she tripped and accidentally bent over, she also had a rather tight and firm ass. As for her less human features, her "hair" was…Well, instead of hair her head was covered in some sort of scales, with a long tadpole tail that was apparently growing out of the back of her head as well as two smaller tails on the front which strongly resembled bangs of some sort. Oh, and she also had scales on her arms, as well as some sort of fins on both of them. Her clothes were more or less modest – a dark blue undershirt, white stockings, middle-length black miniskirt, white apron, and, as I once again found out due to her tripping on something, black panties.
"Well, thank you for helping me get home. How about we meet tomorrow at that one restaurant in the Little Innsmouth district? I'm actually working there as a waitress."
"Sounds alright to me. Well, I got to go now. See you tomorrow, Minette!" – With that said, Minette and I went in the opposite directions. Before I decided to go home, I noticed that my Mustang was back in the parking lot, chained to a signpost again. When I approached Mustang, I noticed a note attached to it, which said: "Be careful next time, I don't want to bother carrying it all the way from the Little Innsmouth district again."
The note wasn't signed, so I didn't really have any idea who wrote it and who bothered to actually take my motorcycle and carry it all the way back to the Central District. I shrugged it off, threw the note away into a trash bin, and then went back to the apartment building. When I got back to my apartment, I checked everything again to make sure I had already unpacked everything I needed. Luckily, nothing was missing, so I just got back to my typical routine, so the rest of the day wasn't particularly interesting.