A/N: Okay, I'm not getting that much feedback as last time. I think i need to change the name again. XD! But i hope i regain all of my readers back. I really do. If not, i'm going to have to resort to doing nothing all summer. XD! Well other than going on vacation to the Philippines and drowning myself in the musical arts and getting fit. XD! But, i actually prefer writing more. XD! I think I'm really good at it and i hope you guys agree. LOL! I hope you guys do!

Subway Tunnels Under New York
After Randy was hit

It was still night time. Cody was under New York, or to be more exact, in the subway tunnels. He almost run over some civilian guy while following this little booger, but he was trained to overcome obstacles. Although, he did think that the guy was pretty sexy. His glasses looked pretty cute on him too.

Cody had no idea why this kid doesn't just go home. It's not like there was anything dangerous back there. But, as usual, John had told him that this kid was special. And when John meant special, Cody knew he meant abnormal. Yup, abnormal. That would be the correct term for the organisms that he was trained to capture, bag, and keep safe from the cruelty of what "normal" people call a society.

Abnormals are organism that society categorizes as….well…abnormal. Hence the name. Anything weird, out of place, or mythological was considered as an abnormal. But more will be explained later. Like they always say, "Don't count your chickens before all of the eggs hatch."

Cody quietly stepped through the railings of the train tracks, trying to make the least amount of sound he can. His skin tight cat man suit kept him silent, invisible in the shadows, and mostly, warm. The subway tunnels at night were not the most suitable place for a young adult like him to be in, but this was part of his job. He'd been through worse conditions. Ever since his one mission to Siberia, he'll never say its cold in New York ever again.

He turned around the corner and flicked his gun side to side searching for a target. Clear…again. "Where did that kid go?" Cody muttered. He quickly stepped down the tunnel and turned again. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps caught his ears. The sound was coming from a tunnel up ahead.

"Gotcha!" Cody whispered and walked even faster down the tunnel. He turned off to the right and there he was, walking down the tracks by a train stop. Cody watched from the shadows as the kid got up on the platform. He was about to move from his hiding spot when he heard a train roaring down the tracks. The headlights flashed in Cody's face causing him to hesitate for a second.

Cody instantly flattened himself against the wall, the train only inches away from his chest. The trains lights illuminated the passage way. The air rushed into his Dashing face, making him shut his eyes. The screeching of metal rolling on metal engrossed his ears. The intensity of this stunt paled to what he's done in the past.

The train finally passed by, causing an echo to trail behind the tunnels it passed through. Cody took a breathe, instantly raising his gun again and pointing it at the platform. He jumped onto the tiled floors and scanned the area. The kid was gone. Cody groaned, kicking a pop can across the floor. This was going to be a long night.

At the Sanctuary.

"Ah, Randy, Welcome to the Sanctuary" John welcomed. He held his hand out and Randy shook it. "Please, come in, come in." Randy stepped into the mansion. Randy was in complete awe. The inside was just as stunning as the outside. It had a New Corinthian design on the walls mixed with Roman Church architecture.

Randy finally opened his mouth. "Wow, this place is…"

"Extraordinary." John interrupted. Randy nodded and grinned. John had a stoic, intelligent, yet serious expression on his face. Usually people treated him like he was an IRS employee because of his looks but, this time, the situation was very different. Then Randy remembered why he was here. John saw reality hit Randy and he grinned, then reformed back to his suttle expression.

"What made you change your mind?" John asked. Randy was still looking around. They were standing in the main corridor. It was tiled with gray/brown granite flooring, and polished oak staircases and walls. The wallpaper was plain and tan. It was like he was in a seminary in the Middle Ages, but with a modern day touch to it. The building gave off a safe feeling, but Randy felt that this place kept secrets. A lot of secrets.

"Oh, yeah, you said something about pursuing the boy." Randy said. He saw something move out of the corner of his eye. Something, big. He brushed it off his mind immediately focusing on his conversation with John.

"Yes." John nodded.

"Why?" Randy implied.

"I presume you already know why." John assessed. Randy's mind quickly looked for a reasonable answer and nothing conclusive came to. He gave up.

"Uhh, no, honestly. I don't know why." Randy said.

"Ahhhh," John continued, "Then today will be a very exuberant day." John smiled and started walking away, hands behind his back, being professional, and to Randy's mind, stunning. Randy followed behind.

Outside of the Sanctuary, a man was watching as Randy walked into the Sanctuary. He was had short black hair, and a face that looked like it should belong to a wrestler. He was wearing a long black sleeveless trench coat that showed his thick ink covered arms. His tattoos were very prominent in the moonlight. He chuckled at how easily this guy had walked into the Sanctuary.

He slowly walked right up to the main gate, grinning that his target was so very close by. He stared at Sanctuary with hate and vengeance coursing through his veins. He raised his arms in the air, above his head. Suddenly, He disappeared. There was the sound of a vacuum and red lights appeared out of nowhere. The sounds and lights only stayed there for a second and faded away.

Then all of a sudden, the same man came flying out of thin air. He landed on his back and skidded onto the side walk. He coughed and looked back up at what stopped him from teleporting. Right in front of him, there was an orange colored field surround the entirety of the property. He laughed again.

"Very clever John. Very clever, but, you of all people know that I won't stop." He sputtered, and he teleported away.

Santuary
A Few Minutes Later

Back inside the Sanctuary, Randy had followed John through one of the building's rooms to sit in and talk. "Would you like some tea Mr. Orton…." but John saw that Randy was exhausted, "Or something stronger? Perhaps coffee?"

Randy rubbed his eyes, "Oh, no thank you, I'm okay." Randy affirmed sticking his hands in his pockets.

John nodded, "No doubt you have some questions."

Randy chuckled, "Just one. Where's the organ music?" John chuckled too. He didn't know Randy had a sense of humor. He was gonna enjoy having Randy here. Perhaps he could bring some life into this old mansion like building of his.

"I'm glad you maintain a healthy sense of humor." John smirked.

Randy shrugged slightly smirking, "It helps me from going insane from all of the murder cases I put up with."

John grinned knowing what Randy was talking about. "Keeping high spirits is definitely a good thing to have in certain situations." The younger man shrugged again agreeing with John's philosophy. He just assumed that John was very similar to him and knows exactly what he has to go through everyday.

"So the boy?" Randy asked.

"Yes, the boy." John paused, "He is…very special. Well, not the boy per say. Or so says the very reliable source I have my received my information from." John stated.

Randy gave an "Oh, I see" face. He looked at John with his stormy blue eyes with great seriousness. "Either way, if the boy did kill those men, and you have knowledge of this, I need to know." Randy explained. John looked at Randy as if he were a reporter who wanted to find a scandalous story then sell it to the highest bidder.

"What if my answers bring even more question to the surface? What then?" John asked. John made a turn and started walking down a long dark hallway, with suttle lights that didn't hurt the eyes. The floors were a magenta colored carpet and white pine walls.

"I'm willing to take that chance." Randy assured. John found this troubling. Was he really going to reveal his secret?

"Are you sure?" John asked. Randy groaned, he was sick of these games, he needed answers. NOW!

"You know what? If you wanted company, you shouldn't have given your business card to a stranger in the middle of the street." Randy advised. John angrily spun on the heel of his foot and faced Randy.

"Mr. Orton, I expect to have the boy under my custody by this time tomorrow. Until then, he is innocent until proven guilty. I will not tolerate any ignorance of those beyond these walls." John stated firmly. He was NOT going to allow this boy to be treated unfairly by the government.

Randy bit his inner cheek in frustration, "You expect to find him?"

"I do." John confirmed, "And when I do, I am going to need your help."

"Really," Randy sarcastically responded, "For what? You call this place a sanctuary, for whom?"

A smile spread across John's face, "Or what." Then he went back its usual serious face. Randy was thinking "What the Fuck is this guy talking about?" he chuckled and shook his head, not believing a word that was coming out of this guy's mouth. NO matter how adorably handsome he is.

"Huh, you know what? I knew this was a bad idea." Randy scoffed. He clasped his hands together and sarcastically apologized, "Look, John, right?" Randy began wondering if he got the name right. John nodded. "I'm sorry for being a waste of your time, but, I'm even sorrier that you wasted mine." Randy smirked and started walking down the hallway that they were walking down.

Only 7 footsteps echoed off the wall before John started speaking again. "Your 'sixth sense' or instincts, told you that the boy is anything but normal. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here." Randy stopped in mid-step; this guy was reading him like a book. That was a first. Usually he was the one 'reading' people. Another first is that he is unable to 'read' John at all. Slowly, he turned around and looked over his shoulder.

John continued, "Inside these walls are creatures that make the boy seem normal in comparison." Randy blinked, what was this place?

"Sanctuary for all, Randy." John wittily answered again like he was reading Randy's mind. Suddenly, thoughts of the impossible started to form in Randy's subconscious. "It's called that for a reason you know."

Subway Tunnels
10 miles south of Grand Central Station
New York City, New York

Back down under, in the subway tunnels, two police men, one black and one white, were making their rounds. They were talking about how they hated working here, but they had to accept they needed to do it anyways. They were laughing at a joke they had just shared when they heard a clanging sound.

Quickly, the black one flashed his light at the source of the sounds. He relaxed, it was just a kid. The boy was inside an opening in the wall. He was shocked, they were here earlier and nobody was living here. He was aggravated; he didn't like getting in trouble for those who weren't where they were supposed to be.

"What the hell are you doin' down here kid?" The black officer commanded. The kid was speechless. He was scared as shit. The officer sighed and put a little sympathy into his voice, "Listen kid, wherever you're from, this place is worse. Come with us." The kid shook his head. His face was covered in grime and his hair was matted. "It wasn't a request kid." The officer ordered again.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A dashing voice in the shadows advised. Both officers flashed their lights at the person, but they were too slow. Cody jumped up and kicked the black officer's flashlight and gun out of his hands. He landed and swung his arm for a punch directly at the officer's face, making him fall back, unconscious.

The white officer charged at Cody, but he completely missed, and Cody caught him by the shoulder, punched him in the face. Then he caught the officer's head and smashed it on the sharp of his knee. And to finish things off, Cody put him in an arm lock. The air slowly dissipated from his lungs and he passed out.

Cody released him and sighed. He needed that. Cody looked back at the empty hole where kid was perched. "He must have disappeared while I was kicking ass!" Cody murmured.

"Damnit!" Cody complained. He brought out his gun and flashlight, and continued his search.

Back at the Sanctuary

The moonlight shimmered off the still wet tiles of the Sanctuary roof. It felt morbid, but peaceful in a creepy kind of way. A person of normal sanity would never step a foot near this place with purpose. They would simply by pass the property and ignore everything about it. That is why no one asks any questions.

Randy had followed John into some kind of old fashioned elevator. It was made of titanium and layered with copper plating to keep electricity from shocking its passengers. There was a metal grate covering the back of the elevator with gears on the other side. John pulled the lever while Randy watched as the gears started moving, and they began their descent. Randy was impressed. There was bound to be more in store for him.

"Sooooo, you're a doctor?" Randy began. John nodded. Randy raised an eyebrow, "A doctor of what exactly." John smirked; he had been waiting for this question. He took a deep breathe and further explained who he was. John doesn't tell many people what his exact occupation was, but he was always prepared.

"Well, I have no exact discipline. My work favors specifically to the patient or situation." John explained. He kept his eyes forward, not wanting to make eye contact with Randy, hoping to not frighten the inexperienced man. The younger man chuckled at how vague John was being.

"Do you have some kind of chronic insomnia or mental disease?" Randy joked, but John didn't answer. Randy saw as the last floor passed by and the elevator windows were covered with darkness, the only light source coming from the fluorescent lights above . John still kept his eyes forward, preparing himself to expose Randy to his world.

"Fair warning, Dr. Orton, you are about to leave the world you knew behind." John warned.

"I'll take that question as a no then." Randy admitted as the mechanical door opened. John smiled and walked through the door, "This way," John encouraged. Randy was timid, his body language was apparently frantic. He was nervous, scared, and most of all, ready for whatever was thrown at him.

John waited for randy to be by his side. They walked together down the dark hallway that led to whatever John wanted to show Randy. John decided to answer Randy's first question in the elevator.

"I specialize is cryptozoology and xenobiology, teratology when I need to rise to the occasion." John explained with the up most seriousness. Randy was confused he knew that cryptozoology was the research of fantasy like creatures or creatures that are yet to be discovered, and that xenobiology was the study of alien biology. But he didn't know what teratology was.

"Teratology? What the hell is that?" Randy asked, but John stopped. Randy stopped too and saw what was in front of him. His face suddenly fell, and showed that he was shocked, flabbergasted mostly.

"No way! No fucking way!"

John just smiled at Randy's reaction. He never got tired of it. "Welcome to THE Sanctuary." Randy looked up again. The Sanctuary, or the main lab room, was huge! It was 125ft tall, and had a 50 foot radius from the center. It was tremendous! The wall was covered with titanium and was illuminated by giant solar powered lights on the sides towards the top. Hovering overhead was a ring of mechanical arms that looked liked they belonged 15 years in the future. (A/N Look up a pic. I described it as well as I could.)

Randy wandered inside bellow the ring of mechanical arms and took in the view. He was amazed... no, dumbfounded, no! Flummoxed. Yes, flummoxed. He heard birds chirp from one of the many habitats built into the walls. He turned around twice in a full circle to fully comprehend that this was all real.

John stepped forward closed Randy's still open jaw. Then he gestured for Randy to follow him again. He followed John to the first habitat. It replicated the coral reefs of the ocean. Inside were multiple exotic fish in a variety of colors bright as the sun. Suddenly, Randy saw something swimming towards the window. It had a humanoid shape and Randy knew what it was.

"A Mermaid? You gotta be kidding me" Randy exclaimed, lifting his glasses, rubbing his eyes making sure he wasn't seeing things. The mermaid was close to the glass. It's skin was blue and covered in scales that were different shades to blend in with the environment. Like a natural camouflage. Her hair was a seaweed green and looked like seaweed. It waved at them and John waved back.

Then John started again, "Teratology, from the Roman god, Teratos; meaning deformity; hideous creature; unknown being." John explained. Randy's jaw went slack again.

"How is this all possible?" Randy questioned. He should really stop asking the same question over and over again, but he couldn't. There were so many questions that used those same words. They started walking over to the next habitat. The mermaid smiled at Randy, did an underwater curtsy, and swam away while Randy and John observed the next creature.

The habitat was a desert like and had an artificial sun. Randy peered through the glass to see the biggest and most intimidating lizard thing he's ever seen. The lizard like humanoid, which was the Ghilla monster, hissed at Randy. It kept itself half hidden behind the rocks as Randy continued to look on. It had black scales and bright warm colors towards its neck and lower head. It's eyes were a piercing midnight black.

John saw this and told Randy that the creature is very shy around new people. Randy looked at him like he was crazy, "What is that?"

"It doesn't really matter the classification of this species. What matter's is that it exists." John explained and turned to Randy, "I discovered him after his natural habitat was destroyed after a South American Mining operation. He's been here ever since. For all we know, he could possibly be the last of his species." John had sympathy in his eyes.

Randy noticed this; he was starting to get a real picture of who John really was. "Wow," was all he could sputter. They walked past a few empty habitats. Randy stopped in mid step as one habitat caught his eye. It was filled with a black cloud that seemed to exert a flash of red flames every few seconds. Randy cupped his eyes on the window to get a better look. *BOOM* Instantly, the cloud bursted into flames.

He jumped back in shock and landed in John's arms. He heart was pounding so hard he thought he was having a heart attack. John laughed and lifted him back on his feet. "That my good sir is a fire elemental." Randy clutched his chest in fear, "But it still scared the shit out of me." Randy whined. John patted his back, "A lot of things have been scaring the shit out of you Randy."

John looked directly into Randy's stormy grey baby blue eyes, "The purpose of the Sanctuary is to provide a home for those who are of the less fortunate in this world. We save them or, we can't let roam free, for example." John explained referring to the elemental. Randy was…well he felt something he hadn't felt in a long time….a feeling of belonging.

They walked along until they came upon a room that looked like some kind of training observatory. They looked down at the obstacles and various equipment. Inside there was a kid. He looked about 14 years old and Mexican. He was dressed in S.W.A.T. team type of work out gear. Except his shirt and vest were sleeveless, and his pants were regular black cargo pants with combat boots. Plus he had two swords strapped to his back and a standard 16ml pistol in the holster on his hip.

He seemed to look older than he really did. His eyes appeared as if they had seen too much in his short life. He had spiky messy pitch black hair that was styled in a short faux hawk. His chest and shoulders were way to broad for his age. His exposed arms were covered in lean muscles and scars.

Randy was about to ask, but John answered ahead, "That's Adrian. Ade for short."

"But he looks so normal." Randy said. John chuckled and watched Ade begin his last round for training.

"Oh contraire Mr. Orton. Oh contraire." John said, and Randy watched too. A beep went off inside the room and suddenly 5 droids of different colors, appeared out of the wall, fully equipped with guns and swords of their own. Ade suddenly opened his eyes and looked around observing his opponents. The red and green ones approached first. The red one pulled out its sub machine gun and started firing while the green one sprinted at Ade with a sword in hand.

Adrian proceeded forward and raised both of his swords, one in each hand. He ran in front of the green droid, hiding behind the red droid's line of fire. The green droid lunged at Adrian, but he was too fast. Adrian parried and snatched the second gun out of the droid's hip, while simultaneously cutting off the green droid's head. Adrian span around and shot at the red droid's head with deadly accuracy.

"Two down, three to go." Adrian muttered catching his breathe. That was when he looked up and saw Randy and John. Ade got out of his stance and waved at them. John waved back but Randy pointed behind Adrian warning him about the next droid. Adrian turned around in time to get punched in the face by the yellow droid.

"Ouch!" John said, cringing as if he felt the pain, "He's gonna feel that in the morning."

Randy turned to John, "What happens if he gets hurt?" Randy was a little concerned for the kid.

"Then he'll just use his full power then." John laughed walking away, deeper into the bowels of the Sanctuary.

"What?" Randy asked raising an eyebrow, watching as Adrian kicked the yellow droid's clean off its metal shoulders.

John just laughed, "There's still more."

A/N: Okay, that was really fun to write! Yay! XP. REVIEW!