Scroll 1: Trailing The Wolves (The White Wolf Trilogy)

Prolouge

The girl stared at the decrepid house in front of her with intense determination. An ancient wreck it was, tall spires reaching up into the heavens to pierce the veil of moonlight, casting shadows on the unkempt grounds. There had been stories of the insane cult that met there before the outbreaks, devoted to a god called the Kyuubi. The initiates worshiped him as Naruto. Luckily the outbreaks had brought people into their right minds...or so they said. Statick was determined to prove that they still existed. She ran a gloved hand through her boyishly cropped hair with a sigh. It would be any minute now.

"When are we gonna leave Sparky? My back is killin' me," said Pyro.

Pyro was Statick's right-hand in leading Troop B, and the one she could trust with anything. Well, almost anything.

"How are the other guys holding up?" Static asked, getting up from her position on the ground and brushing off her knees.

"Well, not good sir. They refuse to leave the van. Something about you making them go into a damned house? I didn't know they were so superstitious," Pyro chuckled

Troop B consisted of Camille, Crystal, Tetra and Aria, with Pyro and Statick as their leaders. With the exception of Camille and Aria, the group had known each other from the start. Nevertheless, Troop B was united by a strange link...they all shared a strange memory block; everything before the age of twelve was gone.

"Guess it's just you and me then, " said Statick, grunting as she picked up her heavy pack.

She and the rest of Troop B were stronger than most humans, but she had to admit that she carried more equipment than necessary. But it was all precautionary, and who knows, she might need some of the extra gear.

Passing the rusted iron gate, the two walked up to the oaken doors. Pausing for a moment, Static decided to knock. The door opened. What would have been a clear sign to leave for a normal person only excited Statick's curiosity. Pyro, on the other hand, was wondering what she got herself into. Coming into the main hall, Statick felt around for the light switch. The lights went on for a brief moment before sputtering to their end.

"Pyro, mind giving me some light?" she asked.

Pyro sighed; it was always her acting as the human lamp. Instantly her hand lit up into flames, illuminating the room with an amber glow. They could now see clearly ninja stars and battle swords hung upon the walls, side by side with pictures of strange men and women, probably lesser deities of the cult. The main god, Naruto, was easy to spot with his bright blonde hair, tasteless orange jumpsuit, and whisker markings. While his human form was rather cute, the Kyuubi side demanded Statick's attention. The combination of human and demon left her with a bitter taste in her mouth. She hoped to god the beast was just a figment of someone's wild imagination, though she highly doubted it. The Japanese were their country's neighbors, and they'd been spawning legends of tailed beasts for centuries. It was only a matter of time before it landed into pop culture.

Although Pyro was the bearer of light, she had to admit that the shadows her talent cast were making her tip-toe on the borderlines of paranoia. Every so often she could swear she saw one of the shadows move. This grew even more severe as they passed a sign that boasted of some shadow controlling technique.

"Totally a coincidence," she muttered under her breath. "It's all in your mind Py, all in your mind."
She nodded her head, coily red hair bouncing with the exaggerated movement.

They were nearing the heart of the house now. Surrounded by darkness on all sides, they were trapped and vulnerable. Though Statick had barely touched her talent she was feeling the drain the heavy backpack had placed on her. Pyro's talent, though easily replenished took a large reserve of energy to utilize, most of which had been wasted on the long ride to the house. In any case, if ambushed the gun was their best option, though neither girls hoped it would have to come to that.

Stacks of what appeared to be assorted magazines piled up on the floor, cluttering the well worn carpets.

“I don't get it!” the young officer exclaimed letting out a groan of frustration. Everything had lined up for the girls till now.

“Oh, I get it all right,” Pyro replied darkly, her amber colored eyes narrowed in annoyance, glowing eerily in the dim light.

“We've been set up by our team mates. They've been meaning to get back at us for that bloody hand prank months ago, and this was their genius way of getting revenge.”

Statick chuckled as she thought back to about three months before. In the spirit of All Hallows, she and Pyro had decided to surprise the girls with a prosthetic hand popping out of their gear box. Needles to say, the other girls weren't particularly pleased with this.

“Well let's just take some evidence anyway. Better safe than sorry, and I'm sure you don't want Lady Hikari to be upset.”

The girls busied themselves with collecting clothes, jewelry, and anything else that could possibly contain DNA. As they worked, Statick noticed an oddly ornate box stick out from amongst a pile of costume goods. It was a dark Burgundy color, etched with golden drawings of wolves and inlaid with brightly colored jewels–even with her untrained eye she could tell it was quite expensive.

“Py, I think I found something,” Statick said, holding up the box for her friend to examine.

Pyro gave the box a quick once over before letting out a whistle.

“Whoever owned this case had some serious money, and with our database we can track down the wealthy top precent most likely to be cult members.”

While research wasn't the most interesting part of their job, it was necessary in their field of work, and Statick was almost anticipating what they would find on the otakus. There was definitely something strange going on at this house and she was determined to figure it out. But for now, she and Pyro had some troublemakers to deal with.

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Billions of people had died since the attack. The high numbers made Emperor Park Jae Yong nauseous, and he downed some more of his medicine as a precaution. With no G-X troop, the city was at the mercy of super powered criminals, worsening Seoul’s already frightful situation. Security clearly needed to be amped up, but who could he find to replace the city's “battle prodigies”? No one, and that was what troubled Jae Yong the most.

'Seoul might never recover from this.'

Jae Yong shook his head at the thought. This was no time for negativity. He alone was in charge now–there was no father there for him lean on, no uncle to offer him words of counsel. All this could have easily been resolved had the girls not revolted, their reasons still quite unclear. He had known all the troopers reasonably well, and had no reasons then to expect they were traitors. Even after the attacks,he had looked through their personal files, and besides the quite capital act of treason they we're spotless. However, treason was one of the gravest crimes a citizen could commit, and was deserving of execution. Could they be found, the G-X defectors and the members of the Underground Rebellion would surely be put to death. Blood would once again stain Seoul's streets. Jae Yong took another shot, letting out a received sigh as his nerves calmed once again. Death made him nauseous.