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He limped out of the ties, keeping to the alleyway for a few minutes so he could make sure no one was out there. He would have to do this somehow stealthier.

After the minutes were up he looked to the wall and the clothing shop ahead. If he could somehow get across the street without being spotted, he could just grab a trenchcoat and go. The shop was still open as well.

Checking his wallet, he found it full of the money he needed for that coat.

He climbed the wall slowly, checking every few seconds for human and/or lycan life, as they had surely by now smelled the blood on him.

He looked over the edge a little and heard the growls of two distinct beasts. He then went to the front of the building to peer over it too, seeing one, and then went to the other side spotting one more. He was trapped, the only way out was back behind the building, and that just led to his down fall, these things were fast. They probably recognized him as the one from the subway.

He sighed and sat, looking around to see a cat on the edge. No, not Neko, but a grey one. It soon jumped down to the ledge below. He had an idea.


Turning into his halfbreed form would certainly rip at his wounds, but if he could get across it would be more than worth it. The Lycans most likely had all the people from the streets.

And so, standing and concentrating a bit he assumed his halfbreed form, adrenaline pumping as the wings grew bigger, the tail appearing from no where and thrashing as if it had a life of it's own. His body wasn't scaled however and his head was normal. He hadn't used this form in a while, but it would suit his needs for now. He started to the back of the building and stopped, preparing for a jump and a glide.

Phil grabbed the gun and turned it as he smacked the man out of the way, turning in mid air and hitting the wall as the Lycan pounced on him, almost biting him except for the fact the shotgun was at the beasts throat.

Even in ITs intelligence it knew it was about to die, giving a quick swipe as the head was decapitated from the base of the neck, the Lycan's body changing back as it hit the ground. The shopkeeper was obviously freightened out of his wits and Phil was injured yet further. He tossed the gun to the side as he looked to the human. Phil got up and staggered toward the trenchcoats, checking the prices. Just within his wallet space.

He grabbed it and tossed all the money in his wallet to the shop keeper, placing the black trenchcoat around him as he once again made his way to the Junk Yard.

The trenchcoat was turning crimson.

He made his way along and got to the entrance. He hadn't installed the gate or security yet for his secret hideout under the junkyard. He would have to get that as soon as he got the loss of blood fixed.

He was faster than the human eye as he made his way through the streets, weaving through cars and people toward his destination, only wind as he covered his tracks with a simple illusion spell. It was crowded for such a time of night.

He finally arrived at his destination, the old bar and hotel. He stopped as a crowd was in his way. Making his way back, the now human looking Phil was shocked at what they were doing. They were actually trying to get the bar off. So he pulled the hood of his cloak up and let the cover protect his now feline face.

He ran like a blur, slowing time with a complex illusion spell that would take up the rest of his spells per day by giving up the rest of his spells. He jumped the crowd, flipping and landing, then sprinted in a blur toward the building, running up it as he was so fast.

By the time anyone realized he was there, he was gone and inside the hotel, time returning to normal.

He walked the streets as he found nothing to sustain his boredom and decided to do some poetry in his head.

How many times have I told it no,
How many times have I felt the need?
How many times have I knocked you cold,
How many times have I made you bleed?

Has the dawn of my new Hell come,
Or shall I bleed the color of the rose?
How many times has the remorse set in,
To the reawakening of my darkened prose?

Who can take my pain away,
And toss my love-drenched stone,
Into the pond of remorse,
Or to the hole of the Crone?

As I see the death stained plane,
I rear my face to see,
The dawn arise with no surprise,
To another day, of eternal misery.

(crone refers to the Ultimate Evil, or Satan, Lucifer, Beelzebub, whatever)

He then recites it aloud before looking down and seeing a crawling Omki. "Why hello there, can I help you?" he says, bending at the knees, tail twitching out behind him. he places out his hand for Omki to take.

He takes the man up, placing an arm around his own shoulder, illusioning away their image to any onlookers. "I'll take you to my place in the Junk Yard." he begin to walk toward it.

(go to the junkyard to see what I said, goodnight friend)