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The Magnet started to fall, Adrian still standing straight up on it. It crashed itno a large junk pile, causing a shower of garbage to rain down on a small radius. The smoke cleared, and Adrian walked out, his eyes closed. He looked even worse now, he was putting his very life force into the God Syndrome, his very soul. He had broken one of his fingers on impact, but thanks to a carefully executed Manouvre he briskly escaped with the broken digit and a slight limp. "We had guns and drums and drums and guns..." He muttered his eyes flickering, blue flames were visible in the Irises. He was going to be incredibly weak incredibly soon, he just needed to do this, he needed to prove himself. He needed to avenge his sister, and kill all of the Sinners in New York. "I need tae do this..." He muttered, his determination shining through his paper like skin. "For Mary!" He roared the incredibly stupid battle cry, Mary was his sister, killed by a Hunter as he watched just because she was a Lycan, he had sworn on that day to exact revenge on the world... He held a single bayonet, and grinned. "This is a little trick I learned from my Hunter friends" He whispered, he braced his arms, and then styarted waving it, Bayonets appearing to go straight from the single one in his hand. In fact it was an incredibly fast movement; by the time one had left his hand he had a new one in it, giving the appearence of one Bayonet at all times.

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He sprinted in,and jumped in his trailer home,and slammed the door shut.He sat down and turned on a light,then tried to catch his breath.He had hoped no one had followed him,but didnt bother to look.He had enough for a little bit.

As Wolf jumped across the garbage,he thought it was actually kind of fun.With all the possibilities of dying,yet he had the swiftness not to get in one,he liked this.It calmed him down a bit almost.He circled the Junkyard a few times,before jumping towards his 'home'. When Wolf did,however,a few cars collapsed behind him from which he was just on.He started sprinting away,not even caring where he was going now.As Wolf did manage to dodge the cars,so close that some debris still hit him,he looked around.Panic started to hit with hunger and thirst,as Wolf started to realize he was lost.He sniffed the air,and started to catch the scent of his own makeshift home.Wolf followed it,and eventually made it back,unknowingly leaving footsteps right to his location.Wolf walked in the metal trailer,his 'research trailer', and slammed the door shut.He had managed to get three trailers together and make it a bit more comfortable by marking it and getting some locks.Though Wolf knew it was going to be a long time before someone came to him.Or so he thought.Wolf worked on his rifle,then went to sleep.His dreams were not the most pleasent.

As i was walkin through the junkyard i had discoverd bloody wolf prints...This had made me realise that there was just a fight here.I was wondering who had fought that dreaded beast..........

I kept walkin and i came across a dead vampire and it happend to be my old friend.As i stared at the dead body i started to cry. nooooooooo! i yeld out why did it have to be u peter.sob sob. I thought to myself i couldnt just leave him there i had to give him a proper barial. i carried him off and ran to the park.As i put him into the ground my heart was filling with rage!! i coverd him up and praid for him. then i took of and went back to the junkyard to finish whatt i started with that damn wolf and i had a good feeling were he was............

Wolf woke from his nightmares,then noticed the newcomer.He didnt seem friendly,so Wolf jumped through the junk and odd fog,and stuck a revolver to the newcomer's head."And just what do you think your doing here?"

(exit to park)