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((When everyone comes to, he/she will be on some sort of comfortable plain bed alone. The room is big, and a note will be on the table next to the bed directing you to the dining room. The settings seem to all be plain but warming. Somehow, your weapons, even if you didn't have it with you when you fell into darkness, are against the wall.))

Jonathan felt himself falling even after his vision blacked out. He felt drowsy, as if he hadn't slept in days. He lost his awareness, all the while the feelings of falling and drowsiness following him.

'Is this how it's like........before you die......never expected......this.....'


Then within a split second, he felt himself hit the ground, no not the ground, this was much softer. 'Softer?' Jonathan gained his awareness and light flooded his vision. He could see everything. He himself was laying on a bed, sitting up after it set in.

"This is a pretty plain room, still better than being splatted all over the floor." He said as he examined the room. "Where am I?" He noted some weapons against the wall to the right of the door. To the left of the door a counter top with what looked like a note on it.

He examined the weapons from the bed. An M-16 Assult L-Rifle with a couple of attachments on it. The weapon next it was small HF-Pistol with a laser sight inside a holster. Both of these weapons, excluding the various attachments, were standard issued weapons. "My favorate....." Also next to the weapons was a small sheild generator, powered by Jonathan's inner energies. Jonathan stood from the bed and walked to weapons. He picked up the rifle, straping it around him and afterwords picked the pistol up and straped the holster around him, and cliped the generator to his left pocket.

Jonathan then walked to the counter and read the note. 'Directions?' He comited them to memory then he unholsterd the pistol and check to make sure it was charged. After that was checked he went to the door and placed his right hand on the doorknob.

Jonathan tightly clenched the doorknob with his right hand, keeping the HF pistol at the ready pointed at the door as he did. He stoped, and looked at his right hand. He couldn't feel the metal of the doorknob, but of course that would make sence since his hand WAS metal itself. Pushing that though out of his mind, he twisted the door knob and opened it.

Almost as soon as he did he quickly steped out returning his right hand to his grip on the HF pistol. He quickly scaned the hallway to the right of the door, nothing. then in a seconds notice he scaned the otherside of the hallway.

That's when he noticed a female (Hope) walking away from him. "FREEZE!" Jonathan commanded as he aimed at her. "Drop you weapons and don't try anything stupid. I got a few questions i need to ask....." Jonathan knew that he was jumping the gun by assuming that this person was a hostile. '......but it's better safe than sorry......'

Jonathan would have fire at Hope had she drew a weapon that even remotely looked like a fire arm, but he had noticed that her hand retracted to her sword's handle and kept his iching trigger finger at bay.

Seeing her jaw drop he tilted his head to the side a little and raised an eyebrow. His head returned to it's original position after a second or two. 'What's she staring at?'

Jonathan never once removed his aim. 'Nice to know people can listen.' He thought as he saw her remove her hand from the Claymore's handle. Come to think of it, since when were swords still in use in combat? 'Her clothes are a little odd too.........probaly from one of those small band of hunters....'

Then he heard her greeting, and this just completely blew him out of the water, though he didn't show it and kept his aim steady. Just what was going on here?

Jonathan let out a sigh when he heard the rest of what she had to say, and lowerd his aim. He still kept his pistol in both hands though. "So you don't know either huh?" He removed his right, metal hand from the grip on his pistol and rubbed the back of his neck. The cold metal meeting the soft skin. "At least i'm not the only one." He kept the pistol in his left hand though, still not risking the possiblity of a sudden attack.

"I wish I could could answer those questions, but i don't even know them myself."

"Jeez my talent is wasted on these things," Cyler said as he drew his sword from the corpse of a be-headed shredder. "I wish just once something exciting would happen in my life." After he said this Cyler started marching through the forest and realized that no matter how far he walked towards his home he never seemed to get anywhere. "What is gonna happen now," Cyler said out of shear annoyance. "Well isn’t this interesting." He was staring at a black portal one that seemed endless. "Well I know I’ve never seen this before." He started to examine the portal. "Well this is better then eating Tach meat in my lonely makeshift shelter." He sighed as he walked into the portal. It was just as he expected dark and seemingly endless. "Where am i was all that went through his head.

After about five minutes of floating in the bleak emptiness he fell into a room with a single bed and an end table. The room was lit with a small lamp on the end table. "Hmmm...cozy, a guy could get used to this...if he didn’t already live like this before." His eye was caught by something on the end table, a piece of paper that had a map on the inside. "Doesn’t say who its for might as well go see what happening." He made his way out of the room and in the direction the map pointed him. As he neared the room marked with a big red X he ran into a woman who had the same look about her as he did, a hunter and a loner (hope). "Hi my name is Cyler Valentine pleased to meet you." He introduced himself and waited for her response.

"We have company." CYler turned and looked at the new woman standing at the corner. "Well i dont seem to sense any hostile emotions coming off of you." He pointed to his nose and said, "My species can smell that easily...any who let's get these introductions started shall we." He bowed and removed his hat in a gentelmanlly fashion. "My name is Cyler Valentine pleased to meet you."

"Hmmm I smell confusion on you no doubt about me and the others well to start im a Lycan a half wolf half man some call me a werewolf." Cyler looks at the other two. "I have no idea who they are. You came around the corner a little while after I introduced myself... oh and by the way you don’t need to be so formal." He chuckles at the fact she’s still in a curtsy position. "Hehehe...let me just say im formal cause that’s how i am no need to pretend to be something your not so let the real Jade Delacriox show herself." He waits for a second and says, "By the way...again... none of that "Sir Valentine stuff" its just Cyler to my friends."