309TH PAGE OF THE COMPLETE ANATOMICAL AND CULTURAL ANALYSIS OF NON-HUMAN SENTIENT ENTITIES BY DOCTOR PARADINIGHT-

"... It's believed that Elves exist alongside other creatures such as "Orcs", "Goblins" and even Vampires however these are classified as Mythical creatures, meaning their existence is not confirmed nor disproven; In my experience with fellow Hunters (specifically archeologists) they have found ancient remains belonging to possible elves and other Mythical creatures however these date back centuries ago giving me a new theory: These races could have been extinct thanks to human expansion. In the years I spent making this book, I've have not found a living member of these creatures"

"If anything I've developed a little hobby in archaeology after spending so long searching from clues on these ancient species of non-humans, however my efforts were not in vain as I alongside a group of young archaeologists called the dwellers did find the bones of what we believe is a entire family of Elves that might emigrated from the United Kingdom seeing as their remains are wearing what we presume is ancient medieval attires like the example of "Arthur" or the largest male Elf skeleton we've found, who's wearing a thick and heavy set suit of armor. How do I surmise this is an elf?, the answer was wrapped around his skeletal hand: A Bear shaped medallion that reacted to the presence of even the faintest source of magic, humming if it was taken near pockets of magic or even living people who used magic. Hopefully I'll cover more of this if I have enough pages left or on the next book."

FRACTION OF THE 417TH PAGE, A LATE ADDITION TO THE ORIGINAL-

"There's something I discovered as the last pages were getting written down, There's a place in range of Japan called Kanari island that has a lot of magic energy and Non-humans. there's such large concentration of magic that it's creating rifts and even "Portals to other worlds" but as far as the Hunter Association's research, these rifts seem to be one way, into our world-"

HEADLINE FROM A NEWSPAPER FROM JAPAN A FEW YEARS-

"Mystical safe haven for Non-Humans wins Civil Rights battle!": Representatives of multiple non-human communities rejoice as a long and fought civil right battle was won earlier today by a 113 votes against 80 of countries of the United Nations, allowing the 18,208 square kilometer island northwest of The Power Hole Touristic Port in Japan [365.17 km (226.90 mi)] and southeast of the "Golden Sands" Beach in Russia [Approximately 433.23 km (269.20 mi)] to rule itself with it's own government and laws; The CPC, CCG and other agencies are outraged, these agencies are those who hunted down creatures such as the Ghouls and the extraterrestrial creatures called Parazytes and even those like the destructive Chimera Ants. What awaits this new country?, we'll keep you informed as the story develops.

(CHAPTER 4) THE LIVES WE CHOOSE.

It was around eleven at night, the air was cold and wet after six hours of light raining with winds, the curfew for the industrial district was up and the curfew for Skjall was lifted for people to hangout, party and enjoy the evening which benefitted all shops that sold alcohol or had some type of hangout vide to them; For the Kanashiro Café that was the case just because it was build around a massive Fatum Tree, a beautiful tree that only sprouts on magically infused dirt in very specific circumstances. The tree itself stood around 13 feet high while its roots were tied around the building in awe inspiring fashion where it turned the café into home to mystical plants and magical herbs (Which the café used for their brews and pastries). At night Will o' Wisps, Fairies and fireflies would dance, sing and play around it as it gave them freedom even if it was for a few hours.

Malcom and Marcella sat on a cubicle in the third floor, silently watching as around them the fireflies flew around the fairies that rarely showed themselves to the "Human World" they were so beautiful, so peaceful and in harmony with the world, a small amount of jealousy grew in Malcom's heart knowing he would never find peace till he found his sister; Marcella sipped on some tea, her form was the same however she now wore a thick hooded jacket to hide her face and her eerily glowing amber eyes:

Marcella: Are your eyes... Umm, Doing aright? -she sounded concern but also like she wanted to say something else-

Malcom: I'm a Abomination, a aberration to humanity I barely cling on?... Is that what you wish to say, as you stare at me with disgust, doubt and fear?... These eyes... -his eyes had near hallucinogenic levels of rainbow swirls, odd shapes, scribbles and waves floating around in a solid black orb that was once dark chocolate irises sitting upon a white sclera-... As I walked alongside you I witnessed many people who wished death upon others, who had a vile greed, who wanted to take another person by force for their own pleasure... -he then trails off as he looks at the street outside-

Marcella: Ostia wey... -she says to his words-... So not only you can see the true form of people but you can also see their true feelings and thoughts, That sounds horrible.

Malcom: It's a Great!... -he says simultaneously as her last words with a very cheery voice-... I'll find sister now, Zac- I mean Marcella. I'm sorry I hid the reason for, The thing earlier -he says in a hushed voice-... and my sister, These are hard things for the speak... you know?

Marcella: Y-yeah I get you, Being a shifter makes it so people don't trust you so speaking our abilities out to others is Dificil y estresante. -She adds then drinks from her tea, Malcom staring at her with such eerie gaze that made a chill climb up her back-... Okay, Oye hermano no me mires directamente por favor... -She says to him quickly laying her cup down with a annoyed pout and twitching eyebrow-... Seriously it's freaking me out with disco fever dancefloor eye headass... -she says in such a fast pace that another person would not have understood but seeing as Malcom has being hearing her talk for years this was normal-

Malcom: -A large sweat drop would form on the back of his head and he would slightly lower his head as a embarrassed shadow grew over his face-... I'm sorry I just founded fascinating how your head works... -he immediately realized what he said but it was too late before Marcella swung a good ol' lefty directly at his right bicep-... OWWW!

Marcella: Stop snooping around my mind, Dick... -she says with a puff of angry steam, she finishes the cup of tea then looks away from him letting her hood block view of her face then she places her hand upon her face to seemingly wipe away tears to pinch the bridge of her nose-... You know that I hate when people stare at me like if I had dick glued on my forehead! -she says with a growl without looking at him-

He looks away but not before seeing a strange shroud of red energy in the shape a wolf swallow her body and slowly become an outline around her form; He felt a change in her body language and even felt her heartbeat change, hell even felt her thoughts change to something more primal and more hostile towards the world, cautious and attentive. She had changed her appearance in such a seemless manner when she placed her hands upon her face, he felt a voice in the back of his head whisper something in some unknown language, something he had never in his life but it felt familiar after he heard the whisper again he tried emulating the words in his thoughts; Upon doing it he felt a sharp pang of ice cold pain race upon his spine then he saw the world turn dark around him, the lights and other sources of light seemed to dim greatly while all the darkness around became clearer...

His sight felt like looking through a fisheye lens camera but then he looked at Marcella and was startled to see symbols and words flying out of her body, these symbols were alien to him something that he never seen before; She then turned to look at him but nearly jumped back when she locked eyes with him, he saw and felt her pain, fears, her regrets, he felt sadness but above all else he felt a heavy baggage fall upon his shoulder, like dumbbells had been dropped upon his head, neck and shoulders.

Marcella: Malcom!... Oh dios mio!... -she jumped over the table and grabbed him, looking at him with deeply concern look in her eyes-... Malcom talk to me!... Malcom!

Malcom search his mind for the word that he spoke in his mind, he then began shouting the word in his thoughts until the world came back to normal and he looked around scared unexpectedly, with no reason at all he felt a massive wave of terror swallow his very soul, his breath was ragged and sweat was pouring down his skin, heart was racing. He hugged her tight then looked back at her realizing that his hunch was correct: she had shapeshifted into a wolven woman, a wolfkind humanimal.

Malcom: What happened t-to me? -he asked in this strange sense of fear that took over his body and skin-

Marcella: You were pale like a ghost, your veins were blackened... -she says with a shaky voice-... your eyes were solid black with a small white dot and there was a freezing aura around your body like when some is dying by dark magic!... what happened to you?... tell me, I was so scared! -she hugged him tight, voice shaky and unnerved-

Malcom: I-I... I... I don't know... -he says to her as he sat there hugging her, comforted in her heat, letting her fur's warmth was away his fears in tender and gentle heat-

SOMEWHERE IN THE HIGH END RESIDENTIAL AREA OF SCION-

Nick and Ava had taken a liking to each other, Nick had even taken the opportunity to vent over the issues he has specially his love for Mini, whom was taken by an Alpha who wasn't going to treat her right and how she deserved. Nick hated Drál with a deep passion, hated him since High School where Drál bullied Nick relentlessly for his once very diminutive looking kagune and his sickly nature; He vented how Mini was always there, talking, hanging out, fighting and helping since they first met but when Drál showed in Mini's life, she was taken from him... she was forced to be with Drál because of genetics, because he was too weak to have her, a coward and a weakling compared to that asshole.

After he poured his heart to Ava she took a deep breath and pressed both hands together then pointed them towards him with a poker face and a confident glint on her eye:

Ava: Show them both that you're strong, If this Mini is attracted to strength then prove to her that you're much stronger and braver and thoughtful than this "Drál" will ever be, tell her how you feel also... that works too, take her on a date somewhere special then lick her tasty sweat up, specially behind her ears and her neck. -she says with a blush and her eyes in the shapes of big, plumpy and squishy hearts-

Nick: I don't think I'll be able to lick her behind the ears and then look at her the same way... -he joked-... By the way, I never asked but... -he pointed at her with a weirded out look on his eyes-... Why are you naked? -he says with a blush, moving his gaze away from her back and forth-

Ava: Then lick her pussy!~ -she says nonchalantly with a very happy and innocent look on her face, completely ignoring his question-

Blood spurted from Nick's nose before he felt back onto rooftiles, Ava stared at him confused as he shook lightly with two wide blood trails running down his nostrils.

Nick: L-Lewd~...S-S-so Lewd... -he says weakly from where he's laying-

Ava: Did I say something bad?... -she grew pale and jumped on top of him-... Oh my Sire, do you need Mouth to mouth?! -she leans down to his face slowly-

Nick snaps back to reality before moving her off him with rapidly waving and waggling hands, trying to protect his lips and save them for Mini; he shot up to his feet but before he could speak a floor tile slipped from where he was standing then he stumbled down the rooftop down to the ground below, clenching his eyes close tight expecting death however it never came; He opened them only to see he was inches from the ground and he felt a slippery and warm thing holding him by his left leg, he looks up only to see Ava's wet and sticky tongue tied firmly around him and keeping him from dying from Blunt Head Trauma.

Ava: Ywhou Owhay?! -she struggles to speaks as her monster tongue is nearly completely out of her mouth-

Nick: Holy Shit!... Thanks Ava!... -he took a sigh of relief before noticing that all the contents of his pockets had spilled out of his pockets, including from his jacket and his shirt breast pocket; among all the goods was around six dollars, A burner flip phone, three cigarettes, sixteen penny sized cookies of questionable ingredients and his best friend's Dog Tags-... Ava could you like... let me go... -before he could finish his sentence Ava's tongue let go and dropped him flat on his ass upon the tough driveway concrete-... Gen-tly... owww~

Ava: I'm sorry! -she yelled to him-

Suddenly a window opened and a grumpy looking teenager poke his out with massive bags under his eyes, a cup of coffee that has "If you see this towards you, F*ck U I'm busy" written on it's pearly white clay upon his hand and on his other hand he had bottle of liquid medicine which he promptly poured into his coffee mug:

Dean: SHUT. THE. FUCK STU!... YOU LOUD 166 POUND LUMP OF BURNING DOGSHIT! -He shouted towards the red house next door with a passion filled, exhausted rant that scared all the birds in the vicinity and spooked the dogs in the neighborhood into howling and barking-

Ava took this Opportunity to find her chosen man, then used her tongue like rappelling rope to lower herself and dropkick Dean out of the way and roll onto her feet like a scene straight out of a overbudgeted Michael bay action flick, she turned to see the young man laying flat on the ground with whited out eyes and mouth agape open from the surprise, she stands up and looks down at him:

Ava: I'm sorry mister but I'm looking for someone and I'm waiting for him anymore! -she says to him before running upstairs like a bullet and towards every room in search for Tatsusmi-

As he lays upon his expensive wooden floors with serum and coffee all over his body, a new bruise slowly forming around his left cheek in the shape of petite foot he began thinking of what he saw: "A milk tan skinned, Dark Brunette haired, Angel forged by the very best gods of Lust and love from the eternal pantheons of debauchery worship..."... Then the memory plays slowly in his mind as her enchantress-like face and eyes come through his wind, her perfect feet smashing into her face then her plump yet strong thighs dragging across his face, her godly behind inches below his chin and her blessed womanhood obscured by her previously mentioned thighs; Her chiseled body flying by his face, the last thing he saw before landing with a concussive, splintering impact on his mahogany kitchen floor was of two mounds of tender flesh perking up as they flew though the air, said air worshiping and curving against her radiant beauty. He lays there, concussed, upon a pool of his blood seeping in spurts from his nose and with the biggest smile on his face.

Dean: Mom a-and... Dad were... right... -he struggles to say with his clouded mind-... There i-is... a... a god~... and it has bi-big anime ti-tiddies~... -he says before passing out of blood loss, happily embracing sleep hopping to wake holding the mystery Goddess's warm body in his small, fragile mortal hands-

Meanwhile Dean is passing Ava identifies her chosen man's scent in the air before following till she looks up to entrance of the attic, as she looks up to it she hears footsteps approach:

Tatsumi: -yawn-... Dean, you alright man?... did you lose another tourney, that's why you're breaking shit? -he says as he sleepily approaches the trap door of the attic, he looks down the ladder and sees a nude form of a woman looking back at him a Lustful wolfish grin fill with hunger, he stops dead in his tracks as the blood drains from his face and his heart plunges into the deepest pit of his body: It's the Akaname from last night-

Ava: Playing Hide and Seek huh?~... lucky for me I've never lost the game, now for my price~... -she whips her tongue out as it hangs by her thigh like a sickle on a chain-

She explodes off the ground with a lunge towards him, her tongue aiming at his neck but before she could grab Tatsumi, he deep in a panic throws the attic door down as hard as he could, smashing her on the head that broke a massive hole through the door with such a bloodcurdling noise. He runs to the other side of the room and starts frantically searching for a weapon around the mess that is his best friends' attic; He grabs the first thing he could find which ends up being a prop War of Warcraft Lich King Sword and a shitty replica of Old Man Kratos' shield, he shakes violently as he sees the door explode off it's hinges and then her nude frame climb up in all fours up to the attic, her tongue coming out in downwards angle the up to the right and up over her hair like a scorpion's tail. In his eyes this is a demon seeking three things: His Body, His soul and his seed, possibly his life... if he was lucky.

She charges at him using her tongue to Tarzan style swing from spot to spot as she approached Tatsumi's waterfall like sweating-ass, She manages to tackle him through a bunch of boxes causing three things to happen simultaneously: First she pulverized his makeshift weaponry, second they accidently started up Dean's old radio which now played a Johnathan Young Cover of "Livin' La Vida Loca" at full blast and finally It allowed her wrap her tongue around his throat, torso (Through his shirt), pants and finishing it journey upon his right ankle. He wiggled and kicked till the tongue suddenly shot back into her mouth like a measuring tape, he stood up in a limp and ran towards the ladder heading downstairs, by the time he got there she tackled him downstairs, both landing with a thud on the ground below, Him on top of her with his hand accidentally planted upon her breasts, causing her moan and lick his hands as he's frozen in shock.

Ava: Yes~... be as rough as you like, pound me till he submit to your cock~ -she says as she ties her bare legs around his waist-

He screams before standing up and managing to muscle her off him then yeeting her into Dean's sisters room, ploughing through the door. He tries to limp down the stairs but is grabbed on his throat by her tongue and pulled back like a fisherman reeling back a wild fish from choppy waters; He tries biting down on her tongue but she blocks his mouth and prevents it from moving. As he is being dragged back a man runs up the stairs and Tatsumi sees hope of escape however instead of a helping hand he sees Savage Strike from the man's fist hit him square in the nose... Tatsumi then blacked out, Death had claimed him in it's eternal jaws...

IN THE SKJALL MARKEPLACE-

Alú was walking back to her house with her Chinese Take-out for Mika, Vhjil and herself, she looks around and sees the usual things that can be found a these times: Partygoers, Hookers, groups of humanimals hanging around somewhere with the moon overlooking them and even the late night poster placers from the Publishing agency that works only at night. She also felt the presence of someone stalking her, their footsteps were quiet however Alú could still hear them at the rooftops so she acted like she didn't know so she looked around and headed into an alley; The person following her dropped down into the alley and started to actively following behind of the Ghoul then she saw a bend, looked back and saw the stalker so she dashed by the bend but ducked behind it. When the Stalker bends the corner Alú swipes him in the face with a knife, then curbstomps him on the ground before tossing the guy into a trash bin then cleans her hands with hand sanitizer then throws her canvas shoes

Alú: Why do they even bother?... Doesn't people know the Kanari Golden Rule?... -she chuckles as she takes a eggroll out of the bag and starts eating it slowly-... "Stalk someone you can cap or get clapped"... -she says softly to herself-

She continues to head towards Vhjil's house barefooted, not minding it at all seeing as she spent years homeless and penniless; Yrdén was buzzing with the sounds of party and people enjoying a good time as well the sounds of debauchery which Alú hated and had no love for.

She heads through the Rosé La Fluer restaurant then took the small path that leads through the wall paintings that Vhjil drew along while ago then she went down the stairs and followed the path towards the Hotel. she takes a beer from unsuspecting Electrician working on the Lamp post of the entrance then continues till she arrives at Vhjil's house.

She opens the door and places her hooded jacket on the clothes rack, stops and takes a deep breath before taking off her mask, letting herself be free of it within the safe haven that is Vhjil's house; Afterwards she heads to her room (Not before placing the take out on the kitchen counter), closes the door behind her and lays down on the bed letting it's softness comfort her, she takes a deep breath and smells the scent of exotic flowers and vanilla scented candles. She tosses her only pair of jeans off, lays on her stomach and uses the remote control to turn on the TV.

She looked over the soap operas, the anime channel, the Global Gaming rankings channel and even passed over a channel where the only thing it plays was a live feed of the space station watching over Earth at a 24/7 schedule. Alú did notice that there's six locked channels and seven private channels before landing on a clearly premium Hardcore Championship Wrestling channel with a fully interactive menu on it's own.

"I never thought Firefly was a fan of type of shit..." she thought before letting the remote down and uncaringly watching the show. She hears the sounds of footsteps, clearly Mika's by the weight of them followed by the take-out bag being rustled open and most likely taken away to the Game Room upstairs; She sat up and crossed her arms over her chest to conserve some modesty even though she is still wearing her shirt. After some commercial for some European vacation cruise in Italy it returns to the latest fight in the current show. Alú quickly surmised that the fight was two teams of three people trying reach an comically oversized and bedazzled belt using their agility, wits and flimsy looking ladders that were as sturdy as a Paper mache Eifel tower in a windstorm.

There's the voices of three different commentators calling every single painstaking detail of this brawl with different levels of admiration, praise, biased displeasure and trash talking, the occasional groan worthy joke and weird terms that Alú felt like she was meant to know the meaning of said words. She was about to change the channel when a woman with scales on her skin that was watching the chaos from outside the stage ran in and pushed the ladder off from underneath a pointy ear man with a mohawk, sending him flying violently through the desk the commentators used.

Alú: Holy fuck!... He's dead... -she says as the commentators are shouting for medical personnel to help the man-... wow, what a bitch.

Commentator #1: Oh my god, Jen Bombshelle has just ruined the chances for the champs to retain their titles!... -he shouts in surprise, that sounded forced-... Dex is climbing up a the ladder, he's so close to the titles he can smell his opponents' yesterday sweat on them. -the man called Dex grabs the set of belts and starts undoing them from the metal hook till they fall into his hands, he raises them up and shouts in joy as some music starts blasting in the arena-... The Lawbreakers win!... they have stolen the tag titles thanks to the despicable act from the Bombshelle!

Not realizing it till later, Alú shouted at the screen some curses at the winners because they cheated to win; After that match she was going to change the channel but saw that the next match was going to be between a Catgirl Humanimal apparently called "Setzua the Space Warrior Queen" and mean, more savvy looking woman called Tessa, which she promptly watched alongside six more matches till the end of the show. When it ended a voice spooked Alú off the bed and tumbling to the ground, she looks up to see Vhjil offering a hand to get up, Alú felt heat race across her face as her close friend was wearing very tight gym shorts, a Diving suit like tank top and nothing else, letting her ant body free from the normal clothes that she uses to hide it from the outside world.

Vhjil: You alright Alú-chan? -she asked as she helped the girl up to her feet-... I heard you cheering and I came to see what were you watching and to my surprise you're watching the only legal combat sport in the whole island. -she says with a bit of astonishment-... I thought you weren't into stuff like that.

Alú: well it was the only thing I found that was not garbage... -she responds as she keeps her eyes away from anywhere but Vhjil's face-... It was... um... entertaining, kinda fucked when they whack each other in the heads with metal chairs like if they were trying to kill each other.

Vhjil: These people are very tough, most of them train a lot to stay safe while they fight each other... -Alú looks confused-... Yes, It's confusing when you start off but you'll get it in a few weeks however you should know who's who. -she says before sitting down next Alú, this caused the ghoul to blush madly as the ant sat close to her and tied her arm around in a friendly manner as she pointed at the screen-... here, let's watch La Diabla vs Skeletrax in a Caged Deathmatch.

Alú was really straightforward, serious and strong however things involving romance wasn't her strong suit, hell she had one night stands in the past but true romance or the matters of the heart she was very uncoordinated, shy and pathetic in her own words; At this moment Alú was trying to concentrate on Vhjil's words and on the TV however she had the Miraimera ant's ample chest pressed against her arm however the match and Vhjil's words managed to slowly forget about the quote-on-quote embarrassing spot she was in. After six minutes of brutal fighting, both women break out of the cage and tumble through the skinny barricade next to the ring rendering them both incapacitated however La Diabla lays her arm across the spooky skeleton woman's chest getting the win.

The ant stopped the match from continuing, climbed up from the bed then walked towards the door then went to pick up her food afterwards she returns and stands at the doorframe eating orange chicken with noodles with a fork. After eating three bites of her food she looks at Alú with cute but excited smile:

Vhjil: It's funny that you watch this but I'm so happy that you're opening up to me, It's been a while since we met and not once you spoke about things you enjoy doing... -she says to Alú-... It makes really happy knowing that I'm making you feel comfortable here in my home, hanging out with me... -she smiles warmly-... I love you Alú, You're the sister I never had... let me know if you wish to hang out today or in the week. -she left the room after taking three more bites-

The ghoul was frozen by the thoughtful words of her dearest friend, words that came directly from the Ant's massive heart with honesty and respect. Alú felt a warmth rise up her belly and into her heart then to her face, soon a lone tear of happiness formed only to wipe it away gently. She turned to look over her shoulder to see that her Kagune had sprouted out of her spine: From the base of her neck two blood red crystalline wings, arching downwards towards her shoulder blades. The "Feathers" of these wings looked like Sickles and scythes curving away from her, their tips were a dark red like black color. She snapped out of her trance when she heard Vhjil's voice upstairs and felt the kagune start to encase her skull in itself, she used her hands to tear at it but ended up taking her knife and attacking the plated kagune till she forced it to dissipate; she coughed and wheeze as her veins went back to normal after she took a deep breath and then long exhale, soon she lays down and tries to sleep the strain away...

SOMEWHERE IN SCION, OVERLOOKING THE CITY AND THE SUNSET-

"O' Mirror, Mirror, how the face you show disgust me..." a cold and enchantress like voice says as it stares down to the city below, It's evil and hollow eyes darting around as it searches for something, It's hunched in all fours figure obscured by a black robe untouched by the wind nor sun. "Find me a child who's youth my heart is hungry ~" The creature's eyes stop upon a sharply dressed man with a warm glow of purity over him, a small girl held on to his hand as he walked and sang a soothing tune to calm her sadness... " Your vanity will eventually lead to your own demise; Humanity- A profanity, under your watchful eyes... ~" She growled the last part angrily, bearing her massive fangs and razor sharp claws, underneath the robes was nothing but bandages and pale, cold flesh.

She leaps from the Scion recreational center's radio antenna down towards the nearest rooftop to her left, she sprints wildly down the rooftops till she in a full-blown run on all fours, laughing and growling to herself as she gets closer and closer to her objective, to her prize; She reaches a low roof of a Flowery then scans the now emerging darkness for her newest drops of blood that seep from her damaged lips, she wipes them off the floor then licks her bloodied fingers, 'No blood to spare' she muses before slipping to ground level, hot on the heels of the sharply dressed man and little girl, the scared little girl... the scared, plump little girl.

The man arrives at bus stop and sits down, sitting the girl upon his lap before untying his tie and taking off his gloves:

Sharply Dressed man: I'm sorry the play didn't work out like you wanted Miss Morgan, I know how much it meant for you to win.

Morgan: Don't worry Mr. Masako, The play was not enough but I'll get it next time... I'm just afraid of what Jean's brother said... Of the ghosts that hunt the city. -she says with weepy eyes as she looks around-... I wish my big brother was here with us.

Mr. Masako: I know you do Miss Morgan, He's out working to make the city a safer place even if the governor says that the CCG is not allowed in the Island. -he sees the bus coming up, right on time-... How about we have some ice cream and watch your favorite shows when we get to the house?... you get to stay up late this time.

Morgan: You promise?! -she beams at him with a delighted smile-

Mr. Masako: Indeed, your brother wouldn't mind if you get to enjoy your last day in Scion before we move in with him.

They both enter the bus, unaware of the woman who follows them into the bus with fur up to her forearm and claws like cleavers hidden underneath a black robe. The bus door shuts behind her then drives away to it's final destination, A few hours later the same bus would be found destroyed and stashed in thick vegetation in the City of Eden, covered in blood and viscera... no sign of any occupants and the words "VANITY VANITY VANITY" carved into the metal of the bus's floor.

TO BE CONTINUED...