Date: Thu, 20 Jul 2006 18:09:46 -0700 (PDT) From: Da Sun Subject: Feral 9 B-More City: The Styx Darkoth sits playing with the essences that was brought to him by his loyal servant Shadow Weaver. He manipulates the essences with his dark powers before he opens his mouth and consumes them. The warmth of the life essences flood through his body intoxicating him and momentarily weakens him. Yet he is able to instantly pull himself together. He realizes that both Seven and Shadow Weaver can never know of what weakens him. They could never know that the psiconic juggernaut with whom they serve has a weakness they could exploit. He wraps himself in his on dark powers then he shifts into his astral form. In this form his powers grow stronger, and it's in this form he shall remain until the time comes when he can unleash his campaign of terror. ===================================================================== B-More City The sun slowly sets on the city of B-More. The shadows begin to grow. Shadow Weaver has his personal escort drive him into the inner city. Shadow Weaver plans to make his soul stealing an epedemic of collosal proportion. His plan is to bring Dr. Spalding's mutant task force into the streets from the protective borders of Red Island. Shadow Weaver knows that the streets offer no protection to the young mutants. He knows that the previous conflicts have no comparison to what he has in store. He tells his escort to stop at a busy intersection, and gets out to survey the area he's come to use as a feeding ground. Shadow Weaver walks slowly away from the Astromobile towards an uninhabited alley way. His jetblack trenchcoat blends with the shadows on the pavement. He smiles to himself...the night is here and he can now unleash terror. ====================================================================== B-More City Medea walks swiftly through the crowds downtown. She doesn't excuse herself as she bumps past oncoming traffic instead she stays focused her own thoughts. "I must find out about this new threat that Mother is afraid of. I must destroy this new threat." she thinks to herself. But first she must get information. She knows that the further she proceeds down this one particular street the more dangerous the area will become, and that's where she wants to be. Medea is not afraid of the dark. She has never been afraid of the dark, but tonight she gets the shivers as if the night's air has grown claws and is scratching at the fabric of her clothing. She pulls her coat tighter and lights a cigarette. She is anxious to find some information and she knows that The Tunnel Club will hold some information, because every brat in the city hangs out in The Tunnel at one point. She also knows that nothing ever goes unnoticed...just unmentioned. ===================================================================== Red Island: Kyle's Apartment Feral walks in to the familiar surroundings but discovers that he is not impressed with the decor. All of the items within the apartment reminds him of all of 'the Kyle' personality that used to dominate him. 'Kyle' represented his super ego telling him what's morally correct while 'Feral' represents the id telling him to succumb to his primal urges. Feral walks in to his bedroom and stretches across his bed right next to Isis who looks up at him then returns to cleaning herself. "Oh Isis what predicament have I gotten myself into. I feel like I am going crazy. It feels like I have two people inside of me. I wish this process ended soon. I am tired...damn. What a fucked up life." Feral laments as he stares towards Torin's dorm window. A flood of pain flows through him. He wants to touch Torin. He wants to be held by Torin once more. Suddenly he wants to destroy Torin. His thoughts begin to shift like channels on a television. He let's out a roar that shakes the foundations of his home. Isis flees the roam in fear. The walls spin and Kyle screams as his new form emerges. His skin remains soft and suple, but his nails grow sharper. His hairs extends, his irises slit, his teeth extends, and his body shifts in size and shape. his waist is small, his limbs feel looser, his small physique shifts from a male appearance to a more feminine form. Afterwards, he faints. Kyle has transformed completely to Feral. From this day forward...Feral exists. =============================================================== Red Island, Torin's Dorm room Torin stretches after experiencing a hard day of training. His powers are growing stronger, but he is still extremely tired. After stretching and showering, he slips on some sweat pants and a t-shirt and decides to go for a long walk around the campus. Lately, he's been thinking more and more about Kyle. His dreams are haunted by the images of Kyle's altered form. Though Kyle retained the appearance of himself, his strength frightened Torin. His savage nature scared Torin, but he longed to be close to this wild, untamed Kyle. Torin walked endlessly, and before he was truly aware he was standing at Kyle's door. =============================================================== B-More City: The Styx As Darkoth ponders his next move. He feels a wave of psionic energy unlike any he has felt before. It doesn't flow from a psionicist nor is it an energy wave of an elemental. The sheer rush of power arouses Darkoth. Immediately his mind expands and without leaving the confines of his hideout, he begins to survey Red Island. He delves deeper to locate the source of the energy, but his powers dampen by the protective barriers that Dr. Spalding has erected. Darkoth concentrates but his powers fail him. he realizes that he must rest...and feed on more souls. He has grown strong, but he isn't complete. He retires and waits patiently for Shadow Weaver to bring him the essences he needs to completely reform himself. =============================================================== I'm so bad..I'm Good. Forever giving this eastside thuggin, ghetto lovin to you.