Ties That Bind

Chapter 03

A light haired young man climbed off of a bus, letting out a massive yawn and scratching his hair as he slung his bag over his back.

Rubbing his eyes after awakening from a nap taken during the long ride, he scanned the crowd of people that had gotten off with him meeting loved ones or hurrying off to their intended destinations. He would have spent more time looking the crowd over but he didn't have the time to observe the people around him, he was on a mission.

He had seen the world time and time again, but he had always missed coming to this little spot, Alexandria, Helike.

It wasn't a very assuming place, and not very high at all on list of places to visit, actually pretty normal as far as he was concerned. The thing that struck the young man as strange was that while the city was nice it seemingly had a lot of gang activity.

The man walked through Alexandria taking in the sights. He had walked past a few groups of street punks that tried to stare him down, but he just walked on past them with a bark of laughter and kept on walking. He didn't really mean to be a jerk about it, but the entire situation was hilarious to him. He was powerful enough to handle any foreseen complications. A few kids with weapons consisting of at the worst, a pair of brass knuckles or a flimsy switchblade was funny to him, he was sorry, but he just couldn't take them seriously.

He reached into his pocket and fished out his wallet before pulling out a photo of a teenage girl, "Alright, so I'm looking for Ayame Zukaro, shouldn't be too much trouble to check up on the girl." He said to himself before continuing along.

There was something the young man was sensing about this town that he just couldn't put his finger on. There was a feeling in the air about the place that felt familiar; yet whatever it was he didn't have enough experience with it to actively investigate it

The feeling was definitely putting him on edge and it was something he wasn't ready to chalk up to paranoia, because at some point paranoia just means that your gut is getting better and better at figuring out you're in trouble before you ever realize it yourself.

The young man then turned into an empty alley way. Once hidden from the general populist he then showcased supernatural ability to run up an adjacent wall making his way to the top of the building. From there he was able to get a vantage point of his surroundings.

As the young man looked around him he heard a blood curling roar. Turning to the source of the noise he saw a hulking beast jumping from an adjacent building.

As the dust from the monster's landing cleared, the man got a good look at what exactly he had sensed. The massive humanoid wolf stood at least an entire person larger than him with massive fur filled arms the size of tree trunks.

Expression staying neutral the young boy looked the beast over. "Yeah okay, good... it's just a werewolf I think I can deal with this." the young man said, slowly creeping back on the balls of his toes, as if he were talking to a rabid dog that he was trying to edge away from it. The werewolf opened its mouth to reveal 2 rows of razor sharp teeth, "Aww, now that's a pretty smile." The lad joked.

The werewolf roared again and turned its entire body towards the man, "Yeah, you're going to stay there and I'm going to get the hell out of here.

The man immediately jumped from that rooftop to another a distance away in one bound, hearing the roar of the werewolf that was more or less demanding him to turn around. The man looked over his shoulder and smirked, "Yeah, you've got to get up pretty early in the morning to put down Damien Fiore! Don't you know who I am?" He stopped running and turned to face the beast that hadn't begun pursuing him yet in order to taunt it in grandiose fashion, "I am the motherfu-!"

ROAR

Damien slowly turned around to find five more werewolves behind him. All of them large and hulking, and each of them with massive teeth. Damien sighed before lowering himself into a fighting stance "What the hell!? Does anyone else have to deal with this kind of crap or is it just me?"

(Elsewhere)

"Why is it always me that has to deal with this kind of shit?" A teen with spiky brown hair yelled to no one in particular. He was tall and lean-built with blue angry looking eyes... of course that probably had to do with the hoard of werewolves that he was currently cutting through with his sword. He was wearing a black fighting suit with a white target on the middle of his chest.

'I've been fighting these beast for ten minutes and they just keep coming!' He thought to himself as he quickly cut down another, "This is all 'his' fault! After all this is over I'm finding that asshole and kicking his ass until he fixes this!"

The boy growled to himself and kept running down the street he was on, "I'm coming for you! Don't underestimate my tracking skills you bastard!"

After ducking under a slash from an adjacent wolf the teen sensed a familiar power in the distance. "I finally found that son of a bitch,"

(Elsewhere, With Damien)

Damien dodged another one of the werewolves chasing after him. He had finally gotten sick of running and turned to fight the ones that had been after him before, but that only seemed to draw more to him, forcing him into the decision to run again. "This is so stupid! Why in the hell do these things want to come and mess with me for? I just got here! Who could I have possibly pissed off to have them send these mangy dogs after m-"

Stopping in the middle of his sentence, Damien came to a conclusion. If these beasts weren't after him no they were then they had to be here for something right?

Letting his thoughts sidetrack him, Damien let out a very unmanly shriek before jumping over a swipe of one of the Werewolves tails before landing on its head with a hard stop Damien moved to the next one.

Damien stood in place as the dust settled, breathing heavily due to his impromptu combat session before turning to the downed Werewolf and yelling defiantly, "What? Is that all you've got for me, you ugly-ass flea ridden mutt? Did you think that would do anything to me? I'm Damien 'Fucking' Fiore in case you haven't gotten the point yet after all of these years! I could have done that in my sleep!" He started walking around on the rooftop of the rather high building he had fled to in order to fight, "What else do you have for me? Come on, I honestly want to know! I've fought scarier stuff when I was kit"

Of course after he finished his anger and adrenaline induced rant he noticed more and more beasts appear on the buildings around him.

"Well....." Damien began mumbling to himself ".....shit."