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Zal:
Zal looked down at the silver necklace that was wrapped around his left wrist and the memory of their last moments together flashed into his head. The rain pounded the make shift shelter he sat in as he said with pain and anger in his voice, “I failed you.” His gaze then shifted the weapons on the ground in front of him the rain was washing the blood off of the blade of one of his katar. His reflection showed in the now washed blade and he picked it up looking at himself in its blades. The sight of the vertical scar that crossed over his eye still made his heart sink but not as much as the sight of the amber eye that the scar crossed compared to the other eye which was brown. He then looked up at the sound of people moving around him.

Nolo:
The rain comming down was droaning out the moans of the hungry. The ones starving to death in the streets. The street gangs robbing the moldy produce vendors and anyone else looking a bit more full then they should be. The broken soldiers drinking themselves to oblivion.

Nolo was on the hunt. Tracking down one of the programmers that worked for the creators.

Nolo walked the side of the streets and weaved the alleyways. His mind hazy. The chip that was put in his head to controll his Psionic ablities was damaged in his escape from the Creators. Nolo rubbed his throbbing head and continued his hunt.

"Tristran Dubois?" asked nolo as he approached a man smoking at the entrance to a building.
"Yeah, Who the hell are you?" The man replied
"Reaver 004, Delta." Said Nolo as he silently unsheathed his sword. The mans eyes widened with fear. With a small flash of metal the mans life was extinguished. "Now i wait. See what kind of attention this brings up. Im sure the Creators check up on there employees." Nolo thought to himself as he walked to the dark alleyway on the other side of the street.

Zal:
Zal stood from the box blinking quickly thinking that he was getting into a fight and his eyes changed colors and his skin turned pale. As his eyes opened the left one glowed of a glowing crimson and his right eye a shining blue. "Why have you come here?" He took this presence to be harmful to his own existance.

Nolo:
Nolo stops dead. Shocked and overwhelmed by the presence of this being. "Such loss, Yet so much rage." NOlo thinks to himself. Nolo faces the being. Grabbing his sword, ready to defend himself.

"Im not here for you, but cross me and I will kill you."


Zal:
Zal put the katar back in the shieth on the back of his waist that crossed another katar in an ex and he walked back to the box where he was sitting originaly. "As long as what you do doesn't involve me I don't care what you do" he said with a bit of hatred in his voice.

Nolo:
Nolo turns to walk away, but stops. THe presence of this one lingers in Nolo's mind.
"You." Nolo says. "What are you. and does the saying Dues Proleum mean anything to you."

Zal:
"I don't see what any of this information has to do with you but I'm dhampir and no it means nothing" he closed his eyes and let out a deep breath his skin turned to it's natural tan. He then looked up at the sky letting the rain cool his face as he tried to forget what he was thinking about before this man showed up.

Nolo:
Nolo lets breathes a sigh of relief. The Psionic energies flowing through his right arm begin to subside. If he answered correctly to Dues Proleum a battle would have ensued. Nolo looks behind the Dhampir, and spots movement. Nolo reaches out with his senses and touchs the mind of something lurking in the shadows. The lurker rebukes, Sending Nolo into the ground, His head ringing, his vision blurred, and his balance lost.

Three soldiers hop out from the alley way into the light. They are wearing the power armor crafted for Death squads of the "creators." The armor is sleek, form fitting, A mesh of cybernetic wires amplifying the users body. The head is covered in the same material, with one red glowing eye in the center. They duel weild curved blades, the blade extends underhand and goes up as far as the elbow. The creators called them Hunter Killers.

The pack of Hunter Killers pounce where Nolo was laying, but nolo jumps up and dodges the pounces, Deflecting a few attacks with his sword. The Psionic flow in Nolo's hand reaching its limit, Nolo lets out a Blast, Sending the Hunter killers flying, then the blast continues into the building taking out a wall.

Nolo takes a step but loses his balance and falls to his knees. His vision fading. His body heavy. With no controll in his attack he drained his energy.

The hunter killers recover from the Psionic attack, and they ready themselves for another strike on Nolo.


Zal:
Zal saw the blast hit the wall and as it was coming down he stepped back enough to the point where he wouldn't get hit then looked over to where Nolo was. He let out a deep breath as he vamped out again and started to walk over to where the group was pulling out a katar in his left hand and grabbing one of the hunter killer by the back of the head and quickly ramming the katar into the bottom of his chin up into his skull not saying a word after that.


Nolo:
Nolo, watched as the Dhampyr effortlessly eliminated one of the Hunter Killers. With the little energy Nolo had left, He gripped the hilt of his sword and charged one of the hunter killers. With lightning speed he struck. The blade came out of its scabbard and silently sneaked through the hunter killers Defense. Cleaving into the Hunter killers body. But the other hunter killer was on him. That was there strategy. Wait for the Reaver to attack one and catch him when his focus was way from them.

It would of worked if they were faster. Nolo the last of the five reavers ducked in time to dodge the Hunter killers pounce. Nolo swung his sword, sending razor wind and water from the rain at the Hunter Killer, Shredding its power armor and stunning it. Nolo Plunged his sword into the last hunter killer. Then returned the sword to its scabbard.

The street was alive with commotion. The people shocked as they watched the battle.
"The Creators shouldnt know im here." Nolo said aloud, Hoping for the Dhampir to hear Nolo's words. "They were probably after you. After your gift of killing."


Zal:
He took his weapon out of the mans skull and dropped his lifeless body. "To tell you the truth they have something of mine." He looked down at the bloodied body of the man that he killed. He looked up at Nolo and said. "I recognize the uniform from a very important event in my life...." He then stopped as though something had just stopped him in his tracks but all that happend was that he flashed back to that day.


Nolo:
"Oh yeah? and what was that" Nolo asks the killer. Adjusting his sword Nolo switchs his gaze to the Dhampir.


Zal:
He sheated his weapons and looked at the man the look on his face did not change the entire time. The look was that of emptiness as though he were hollowed out. "It doesn't seem to be any of your business so I don't see any reason on telling you." He then walked away through the crowd some of them moved out of his way in fear others just stared in amazement.



Nolo:
"Was it love?" Nolo shouted to the man. "Is that what they have of yours?"


Zal:
He stopped and turned vexed look on his face"If it were that important would I be standing here?" He started to walk back as though he were going to start something but then he stopped and looked down at a young vampire or what he thought was a vampire that stood in front of him the little boys eyes the same bright red as his own left eye.
"Don't hurt him sir." The boy looked up at Zal as he said this. "He didn't mean any harm he was just curious."

Zal looked at the the little boy for a few more moments of silence. "You're right... thank you little one" He then gave him a soft pat on the head then looked up at Nolo not really ready to give him that answer but had seemed to have regained some of the humanity that is in his blood.


Nolo:
Nolo stared at the dhampir. Thinking to himself, "I could use his gift in my war against the Creators."

"What do you plan to do?" Nolo asks the Dhampir



Zal:
He still didn't trust this man in front of him "see where life takes me for now" He then turned to see the little vampire run to his mother then turned and walked the way he was going before.


Nolo:
Nolo watched as Zal walked away. "Our paths will cross again." Nolo thought to himself.
The rain came down harder. The range of sight limited. Curious eyes watched the Reaver and Damphir. But this was nothing out of the ordinary. Technology and Biology has changed the way wars are fought. The way soldiers are.

The age of death and darkness. Falling short of being a dark age in modern times.
Nolo fell back into the shadows, fading from the wandering eyes of washed out soldiers and gangs. Gauging the reaver. Determining wether he was a threat to there survival.

Nolo had another name on his list. A soldier who was a canidate for the Reaver program. But wasnt chosen. This man might have information on the Creators.



Zal:
Zal walked for a while wading through the crowd till he got to the edge of town looking at the wastes of what was left of a once beautiful city. The thoughts that ran through his mind were of when he met with the person that his amber eye originally owned by. Zal groaned shaking the thought from his head. "what should I do now," he asked as if someone where going to answer him.

Zal turned his head wondering who it was who spoke to him. After a moment of quiet he sighed remembering this mans face from his past and muttered, “Phoenix.” He turned his head and started walking off into the waste.

Zal stopped in his tracks and looked at the ground thinking about the words his old friend had said. He took a deep breath before turning around to look at Ridley. "...Sorry about how harsh I'm being, it's just." He paused as memories of the day they all went their separate ways then continued. "It's been hard since this happened." He pointed at the scar that crossed his now amber left eye.

He nodded in agreement to what he first said. "It's not quite new... It's." He paused as thinking about it sturred memories of her face and after a short pause to regain his composure he continued. "She gave it to me... when she died." He turned to look around them as though he were expecting to get attacked nothing was there. "Not really, I wish I had kept in contact with you guys, but as you can see things have been bothering me."

"She died as I said." He started to walk again expecting Ridley to follow. "When I feel more comfortable with it I might tell you now come on, we have work to do."

He looked over at Ridley arching a brow and a short chuckle at his comments, "I could imagine." He stretched a little bit and responded, "I have no idea."