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Sunlight drenched the city like warm rain signaling the commence of a new day. The city was alive. Cold pain held on to Rick's ravaged body. He groaned as he stood, and with trouble, walked into the street from the alley where he took refuge.

He approached the crowd of people staring at the giant lit screened that filled the sides of buildings in the city square in an attempt to dissolve himself within the crowd, but alas it was to fail. His lack of clothing and cleanliness pointed him from the crowd.

Rubbing the back of his head he examined his arm. It was swollen and bleeding slowly. His entire left side from his body was covered with wet and blood dyed fur.

The fur on his body looked crimson with silver blotches on it. He felt like he didn't have anything to go for, or hide from so he walked like another person feeling the only warmth from the sunlight that filtered through the clouds high above.

As he walked in his wondering path, many looked at him in disgust, others with sorrow. He didn't care. As he walked within the multitude, he noticed they kept their distance from him. Something then caught his eye, a wanted ad in one of the screens above the city square.

His face was on a wanted ad. "That's just wonderful" he mumbled. A small collie pup come up to him and greeted him with such innocence. Never had someone shared such kindness with him during the time of his travels.

He looked at the pup and ask "Hello? Where's your mommy? You shouldn't run off without her you know."

"Hey mister, are you okay?" asked the pup.

"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Do you know where your mom is?" he replied squatting down to the child's eye level.

"Can I tell you a secret?" he asked Rick.

"Sure"

The pup leaned into Rick's ear and spoke, "You'll find who you are soon. Many are not who they seem. Your friends are soon to help you. Even when you are lost. Now run!"

Rick looked up surprised at the secret the pup had shared with him, without a trace the small pup had disappeared. He looked around, near him but didn't find a sign of him, as if he had vanished in to thin air.

"What was that about?" he wondered.

As he stood up from his squatting position, saw three cruisers from Militaria Defense pull out of a sharp corner heading right for him.

He casually started to walk the way he came. Instinctively he began to run into the crowds as an officer yelled at him to stop.

More blue and white cruisers then stopped in front of him, and out stepped 3 armed police units. They all had a silver uniform on that looked like a jump suit with blue and yellow reflective patches and a dark helmet with a shield along five bronze stars below it.

"Oh crud"

He broke into a sprint, his arm burning in pain. Rick ran into a small strip mall within the city center, dozens of armed officers on his tail. He ran into a clothing store and people started screaming and yelling in fear.

Regretting the choice, he backed out of the store instead. As he ran down a flight of stairs, the units started to fire tranquilizers at him. The tranquilizers where small red tailed feather darts that whistled as they flew through the air.

Each little feathered dart missing him by inches. Rick followed his path down a flight of stairs as a dart found his mark. The needle released it chemical and then he knew he had seconds to lose his tail or it would all be over. Turning a blind corner, he tackled by a unit in civilian clothing.

The hit knocked the wind out of him as he struggled to breath. His arm throbbed in sharp pain as he moaned from the unexpected end to his escape. The officer then flipped over Rick and applied his strap handcuffs.

At that moment, the drug in his system had taken affect as his body as the feeling of his arm and legs disappeared along with the pain. His eyes drooped and then shut. As he fell, it all went dark once more.

NOTE: Hey everyone that's still reading this story, I know some chapters are very short. I have many of them written so don't worry! Painstakingly I am rewriting them. This story is actually finished! The only hard part is editing all the errors and grammatical problems. If anyone is interested in helping out, shoot me a message. If you help out, I might even throw in a cameo of your own choosing into my story and join the world of Rick. Thanks again!