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Mephlius strolled the streets of the city casually, looking for anything to distract him. He walked a fine line. He couldn't stop thinking about... her, and didn't want to. But at the same time, he couldn't worry. And, considering how long it had been- he shuddered at the thought -all he could do was worry. His latest distraction was... coming up with theories as to why she was gone and assuring himself that she was fine. All of these theories were shot down within a minute. As he was looking for a distraction, he noticed a familiar song on the radio of a nearby electronics store. He paused, listening. He didn't really love the song, but trying to remember the title was adequately focused. He tapped his foot to the beat, and listened to the first lyrics. "Oooooooooooooohhh she's a little runaway..." Mephlius' eyes shot open. He could hear that radio taunting him. Everything drained out. Sound... sight... smell. All of them died. Only one sensation existed. Anger. He faded back into reality for a second, hoping to escape without causing a scene. As if the radio knew was was happening, it led into the final line of the chorus. "Oooohhh... She's a little ru-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-un-away..." Mephlius' eyes flashed steely blue.Oh s**t...

Only a blur, Mephlius turned to face the radio in the window. His arm shot up, still a blur. Somewhere within this blurred movement, his MP7A1 had ended up in his hand. SHUT... THE... F***... UP! He screamed the thoughts in his mind. With each word, he pulled the trigger, sending a small barrage of bullets into the radio. Sparks flew. Pieces of metal and plastic launched like shrapnel from a grenade, the source being an unrecognizeable pile of scraps. After the wording/bullets, he just opened fire, unleashing the rest of the clip into what used to be a radio. People screamed and ran. Small children hid nearby. Mephlius' expression was unchanged. The steely blue eyes, that had replaced the emerald spheres he used to have, showed no emotion at all.

A local police officer, brave dumbass, drew his small 9mm pistol, and aimed it at Mephlius. He allowed a free hand to reach his radio. "Control, I need backup. I have a suspect, heavily armed and dangerous, shoot-" That was as far as he got. Mephlius had already tackled this man to the ground, leaving cracks in the concrete from the force of the impact. Blood dripped from the back of the man's head, from the wound that left him unconscious. He tossed the body aside like a rag doll, and began to walk away, putting his gun back in its familiar holster in its jacket.

But he was stopped. A cop car pulled up in front of him. A heavyset officer got out of the driver side, and by contrast, his slim, female... and somewhat attractive partner got out of the passenger door. "We don't wanna hurt you, guy... just give us the gun, and calm down." Mephlius face twisted into a sick grin, revealing his fangs. The officers straightened up a bit, but still held their guns at the ready. "You really, really want to die, don't you?" It was almost a snarl, rather than a threat. A second cop car pulled up behind him. Mephlius twisted, and grabbed the... almost... vacant car, lifting it high overhead. He turned, and slammed this new car onto the other cop car. The resulting crunching sound sent the two cops formerly in that car tumbling aside, all but deafened by the noise. The one cop who was in the car used as a weapon was trapped in the pile, screaming in pain, but alive. Mephlius walked over to the female cop, but suddenly turned, and punched the two cars. He left a dent almost a foot deep in the hull of the car, and the smashed pile rolled right on top of the heavyset officer.

Mephlius looked at the woman, still covering her ears, and with an expression of nothing but fear. Mephlius grabbed her by the collar, his claws showing prominently, and lifted her up two or three feet until she could see eye to eye with him. "P...please..." Her face was wet with tears. She was scared for her life. She wasn't... "scared to death". Not yet. Mephlius' grin widened, as he considered all the ways to kill this woman. But as he examined her, a voice flashed through his head. MEPHLIUS! His heart almost stopped, then and there. It was a voice he had longed for. Amnity Belmont. He blinked, and his cold steely eyes were gone, replaced by the comforting rings of emerald that normally took their place. Don't do this, Mephlius... There was a tinge of sadness in her voice. Mephlius didn't argue it. He let go. The officer collapsed to the ground, probably feinted. Mephlius stood in place, with his eyes closed, clearly having an internal conflict.

((The short version, for you lazy people...
Mephlius (A Lycan, a Hunter, and more imporantly, My RPC) shot a radio, tackled a cop to the ground, crushed a cop under a car, crushed another one in between two cars, prepared to kill one cop, but was stopped by a voice in his head, the voice of his fiance Amnity. Now he's standing in the middle of the road, surrounded by destruction he caused. And... you should probably do something.))

Mephlius was shocked out of his internal conflict. In this nearly-transformed stage, he could detect a very subtle scent. Underneath all the smells that made up this... "air", if it could even be called that... He picked up a smell. Amnity's smell. It was vague, and there was no way he could track it. But it was there. She... was here. He instantly began to shrink back down to his human size. He was smiling, his eyes still closed. After a few seconds, he realized what this meant. Rather than sampling this temporary smell, he could actually find her. He paused a moment, feeling incredibly stupid for not coming to this realization sooner. He opened his eyes, showing the emerald ey that were so familiar. He thought, wondering where she would go. She would probably go where he would probably be. So... where should he be right now? Either hunting, or at home. And since hunting consisted of... everywhere... he tried at home. He walked away, leaving the half dead officers behind him.