Christopher Martin
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I walk over to join her at the window before looking up at the blood moon high in the sky. The thing is incredibly beautiful despite all the horror that comes with it. And I can’t help but feel even more attracted to it than the regular full moon, likely because I’m a blood lycan. “Scar?” the girl asks, surprising me with her use of the nickname Tar gave me before. And I think Belle has called me that a few times as well, but not often. “What’s up?” I ask, not taking my eyes away from the…-
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The kid actually doesn’t go to sleep this time and just keeps her eyes cracked open slightly, so I offhandedly ask, “Do you know where your parents are?” Which turns out to be a bad idea judging by her stiffening up ever so slightly. So little that if she weren’t hugging onto my arm I wouldn’t have even noticed. She doesn’t say anything for several seconds, so I just add, “You don’t have to talk about them if you-” The girl cuts me off by answering, “Father is far away from here like…
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My wish comes true in just a few minutes when I hear a fomorian entering the floor. So I scoop the girl up into my arms before getting up carefully so as to not wake her and place her onto the nice sofa that I was using during the interview and sitting on just now, only to realize that she’s already awake. Huh. That didn’t take much to wake her. She looks at me with a sleepy scowl on her face that looks vaguely familiar to the one I have when waking up before the scowl turns slightly sad. But she…
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Along the way, I can’t help but think about the girl, the councilwoman, and changelings in general. The creatures are… brutally powerful, to put it in simple terms. The weakest changeling is at least Class III, and there is no way to tell them apart from other humans as their disguise is almost always perfect. In acting I mean. Their shapeshifting is perfect. Thanks to this very, few changelings are caught until it’s too late, after they’ve already killed who knows how many people and leveled up…
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I continue waiting on the ground for several more seconds as the kid just continues sitting on her heels while hugging her legs and staring at me. And right when I’m about to finally get up, she reaches down out of nowhere and pokes me in the forehead, giving me pause. “You’re the Scarlet Wolf, right?” she finally speaks, asking me a question. And when I hesitantly nod my head, she nods back and says, “Thought so.” Then she pokes my ear, making me immediately jump to my feet, barely avoiding…
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Before I leave to deal with the first fomorian, I quickly open my terminal and send a short message to everyone who has tried contacting me since the start of this Fracture. A list that has only grown since the last time I checked to include Allen, Cynthia, Sylver, and Sage. After clicking send, I begin walking over to the door, being extra careful in the process not to make too much noise since the fomorian is getting closer. By the sounds of it, the creature should just be down the hall from this…
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After a few seconds of silence, I open my status and allocate my free points. Then I focus on my skills, trying to decide which ones I should level while I’m stuck healing. While I’m staring at the skills, my eyes are drawn to blood retribution. This skill could absolutely come in handy on this floor, but at the same time, it’s rather costly to use. So I’ll have to keep it as a trump card. On that subject, it wouldn’t be useful to level it up right now. Not if I’ll only be using it as a trump…
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I hurriedly turn my head to look at the bunker, just to find that the red light from the camera above it is off, leaving only the faint blue light from the shield itself, along with the red light from the blood moon outside. Well, could this possibly- I blink in surprise at that, but before I can retort, I make the terrible mistake of trying to move closer to the bunker, which sends a wave of pain throughout my body that has me instantly losing the strength I had left. Why is my luck so bad? First I get…
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I quickly rush all of the people in the room to the bunker which quite fortunately is in this very room. Probably because it’s one of the most worked in rooms in the floor, seeing as it’s the set. After doing that and locking the door, I quickly make my way to the door leading to the hallway. Only to stiffen up when I see a demon on the other side of the slightly cracked open door. Oh shit. I spin around, placing my back to the wall while hoping against hope that the demon didn’t see me. Are you…
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I really want to get out of here. Curse my greed. Why did I have to be lured into this by the thought of more credits? I grab a bottle of water from a member of the staff on set, only for that member – a man in his mid to late twenties by the looks of him – to whisper to me, “There’s an online stream of this going on right now. I could give you the link if you want.” My eyes widen slightly, but I just shrug and raise my arm to take my terminal off sleep mode. “What is it?” I ask him, and…
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