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“Come with me or stay here, your decision but I will be there.” Pulls at the air and a door forms out of the blackness seeping from his hand “it will remain open for today only” opens it wide and walks into the sunshine splashing out of it unharmed.

The police were still there in larger numbers, but Mae didnt care, he was a shapechanger as well as a natural AC and climate control. He walked by the armed police as though they werent there, being stopped only long enough to be questioned once. It was a laughable experience and by the same woman he had thrown into the others. Sweet victory, not a true one however, as he had to still change to get in. It was fine with him, though he would've prefered not. His hair was black and back, down to his lower back instead of his lower hips. His normal hairtails were short and mere five inch spikes of their formal self. He still dressed the same way, but dress and appearence were different thing altogether. He didnt wear the gloves this time and he was shorter by a foot, six foot instead of seven foot.

He sat at a bench in much the same manner he had when figuring his odds against the police earlier and had instead driven a car rather be caught with his hoverbike, however fun it might be. The car was a nice one though, the specifics of it not known to him because he didnt take the time to get to know the machine before "borrowing it" from the car dealership. It was fast and served it's purpose.

One arm slung over the back of the bench, the other holding a folded newpaper he was reading, he surveyed the area from under his sunglasses. He smelled that Diego boy, his Lycan body having it's own smell altogether, more tamed and clean than the other Lycans. It was aparent he was in a nearby tree, one of the ones he had seen a sniper position himself in and get taken down easily.

If found out, his escape would be a lot easier this time, he was ready to kill to get out, not caring about the value of these human lives, already taken a few of them in his first escape from the park. He only carried his holstered guns right now, and they were connected to belts of ammo tied to his arms, encased so if shot they wouldn't destroy the arm that was shot. It was a polyfiber/titanium crossbreed of his that covered the bullets. Flexible and fitting like the polyfiber, but as strong as the titanium and impenetrable by the bullets that would be fired at him eventually, it would be used well.

He saw an article on his killings at forty third street. He had to laugh at it, it was done by an "eyewitness", a little girl aparently that belonged to one of the woman in the building. The little girl had long been dead since that second night after the massacre, killed by a hungry lycan and unable to be saved by him. He then glared at the paper. Such a mockery of the girl's innocence, such a sham of journalism. "Feh, this person should be shot..." He said. And then it occured to him. He would be for such an unforgiveable thing. He got the name at the bottom of the page of the reporter and got up. He would die. And he would die that night.

The problem was, his disguise was about to end. He could only hold a shape so unpracticed for so long. He had stayed for thirty minutes, he should have had another five before it wore off.

There would be more blood shed that night.

This was his only problem: too many brave bystanders were trying to throw things at him, or trying to climb the tree, not knowing what had really gone on and his awesome demonic power. He had to show them to get them to back down, without killing or harming them.

He thought abut it and came to the conclusion that he could simply extend his aura to the far reaches of the park, but it would take some concentration. And so he sat and did so, slowly extending it and empowering himself, his eyes turned to black instead of blue with yellow slits as pupils, catlike slits. His skin turned leathery and scaled and horns grew from his forehead. Otherwise he remained the same. After a few minutes of this, the cold affected the whole park, turning the now rain to snow as it touched his aura.

This scared many of them away, and he would take the two that were left with him when he exited. He let the aura down, his skin returning to normal along with his horns going away. But his eyes remained the same. That meant Morris wanted playtime, and that was nevergood. He knew blood would be spilled, but this....this couldnt happen, he wouldnt allow it....yet...the urges installed in him by his counterpart made him want it, to want to feed, to summon the bloodlust of the demon. His personality conflicted and so he sat there, frozen.

That was until the too-close-for-comfort shot that narrowly missed his head. With that, Mae won, but he pulled out his guns, attaching them to the belts of the appropriate arm. He then jumped from the tree, landing and firing a round at his would be assassin, killing and dropping him to the concrete almost three stories down, right onto his face first. It was a gorey mess to be sure.

That was not something to be concerned with however as more and more shots were fired from the adjacent police. He raced foreward, fast as was possible at the current assault. He spotted the exit and shot at the gaurds to each side, flipping to the side in time to holster one weapon to pick up a man at his waste, jumping the wall into the unknown.

A wall of bullets screamed toward him from positions all around, and so he jumped, standing on the wall as ricochet upon ricochet could be heard below him. Taking this as his chance, he dropped and ran, smacking an officer away with his free hand, leaving the man and taking to his car.

"Damnit" he said as he found out he was too big, he hadnt factored that in. He got out and ran down the street, making a scream with his feet against the pavement as he stopped before a stop light, uncoming traffic coming from both sides. He had to chance it and jumped to the divider at the middle of the rode, protecting himself from the bullets that were screaming behind as a large truck came into veiw behnd him.

By the time the truck was gone he was too.

*Jed walked through the park. He felt uneasy tonight for some reason. He touched the two swords and his pistol strapped to his waist, just as reassurance.*

*Shade comes out of the manhole, into central park. He could smell that of another lycan. He noticed the smell for some odd reason. As he started to walk through the park he could see his old friend Jed. He walked up behind him and put his hand on his shoulder*

Hello old freind.

::Myyth enters the park and walks under some nearby trees. The first scent she catches is that of another Lycan, and its fresh. Now somewhat on gard Myyth continues to walk under the trees, untill she reaches a huge old oak tree. With a smile she climbs up into the lofty braches untill she is mostly hidden from the ground. The shade is pachy here, and Myyth opens a large leather bound book and begins to read. ::

Well my frined, if we could take our talk somewhere else, it would be a good idea. I smell to much of other races around. I will see you back in the city.

Omki walks next to her. " Sooooo why did you come to the Big apply?!" HE looks around and blushes again. " I mean why come here?!"