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Neko shiffted in her sleep, and opened her eyes slowly. She inhaled, and shiffted throuh the smells that reached her delicate nose. Tsuki had been around recently, as had Farsite. Meph had been here too.

Neko streched, wondering if the demon was still around. There were two other familiar smell, but couldn't identify them, though they were both female. Then there was Deigo. Neko closed her eyes and examined his smell. It was different, somehow. He kinda smelled like....Farsite.

Neko sighed and shrugged. She had to time to worry. Her arm was better, but her stomach still needed time to heal. It had ben deeper than she had thought it was. She nestled back and closed her eyes. Time for more sleep.

Her ears twitched and she opened her eyes hearing some more people in the park. She sits up and bit and looks around, not scared at all of who it might be.

He wanders into the park, leaving his hoverbike at rest in gaurd mode. He smirked, being the scientist he was had it's definate perks he thought to himself, eyes resting on Farsite as he walked. "You wanted to see me about the slaughter commited on forty third street by me? Because thats what I heard you say, I didnt have time to say anything as I passed by to my home though. I finally caught up with you..." people look at him as he comes to a halt, yelling it out to Farsite as he neared, getting quieter as the space was closed, standing only feet from him. People knew what he meant by the slaughter of forty third street. None witnessed it though as he had killed off any who had.

Obviously not getting an answer, he turned and walked toward a nearby bench, total disregard for the stares he recieved.

A few minutes later, sirens could be heard. Someone had obviously called the police, and they had reacted fairly slowly. People skittered away this way and that as the cars and trucks narrowed in on the park, surrounding all exits. Men filed in in SWAT uniform, others were simply police. They stood ready to fire at any moment, poised behind their doors. A female police officer stood on a car, bullhorn in hand.

"Sir, we would all like you to walk slowly in this direction with your hands up..." a few more seconds passed and Mae looked to the direction of the surrounding buildings. They had snipers positioned on roofs and in windows, some were brave enough to follow to a tree and climb it, behind one of the firing squads.

Mae was only guessing, but then again, he was right a good 90% of the time, and half right a good portion of what was left, but he guessed their numbers to be somewhere around 150 as he kept his gaze at the ground, his blue unmoving eyes actually moving, just not able to be seen as they surveyed the area. It might prove tedious to get out of it, but he knew he could.

He stood slowly, raising his hands in the air, gloves off and in his pocket using levitation abilities. He just had to reach his hoverbike and get out of there, the loss of human life was unneeded in this bloody war. Well, more of it anyway. They would all eventually die by someone's hands, but today it wasnt his unless forced to do so.

He walked, a smile on his face, and made his way to the woman. They had detained the bike and were taking it to a truck. He looked to the buildings with his eyes again, and noticed that the snipers weren't going to let him live. Or that's what they thought. Letting the weapons all get trained on him in his vital places, he kept his pace. He wasnt half way there when the first shot was fired, causing Mae to flip backward at high speed. He landed and rolled to the side, dodging three more, then ran toward the entrance, the snipers all missing him. The swat teams ran, firing at him with excellent acuracy, but to no avail. He simply circled the park in a blur, occassionally picking off one or two of the would be killers.

He stopped at a skid, turning around fast enough to set the ground he stopped himself with ablaze. He reached down with a hand and steadied himself. Running again, he made it to the exit, jumping over the now closed gate and landing in a kneel, dodging a round of bullets as they all fired at him. The woman was the next to perish, though wether or not he would do it was another thing.

He jumped over a car, kicking a man to the pavement. Landing on the otherside of it he jumped again, grabbing the woman by the back of the neck as he lands behind her, and threw her into the crew who took his bike.

She would live that day, but she would also be in severe pain for a few hours.

He jumped again, landing beside the truck and grabbing the side of it as he landed in a kneel. He took a large jump to the right, using the side of the car to make himself land on the bike instead of on the otherside of the vehicle.

He flipped a swich and a shield rose, protecting him from the rain of bullets he had trained on him. He flipped another and the bike lifted, a key pad sliding open as he took hold of the goggles and put them on. He entered in some codes and then looked forward to see what was happening, as the shield wouldnt last him much longer. He spotted an exit and lifted off ten feet from the vehicle and made for it, narrowly escaping.

((sorry, didnt see it))

He looks to farsite and then back to the people behind him. "I really dont need the help, thanks, though." he returned to concentrating on what he was doing, the bike was moving at fast enough speeds now that only the snipers could have a chance at hitting him. He felt he could have done less, but he only killed three people, merely throwing the others to the side to cause distraction. The woman was the luckiest, though his chivalrous nature would have prevented him in all situations from killing her, she still could have died from a bullet wound as she was so close to him.

((Im outta this forum for right now and trying to get shirts))