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The building was destroyed in a fire three years ago; it was a perfect hideaway for anyone who might wish to take it, the homeless, vagrants, drunks, criminals, and etcetera. Fenced off and surrounded in quarantine wire, crawling with rats...

But now even those who so desperately needed it avoided it like the plague, for fear of what resided beyond the decrepit walls. They never saw them, but they knew they were there. They were like ghosts, but they were all there and all as real as the wind...

They were there tonight.

On the inside, there was a bottom floor, a floor with no walls (at least none standing) and no doors or furniture. On the second floor, which was inaccessible to anyone who wasn't either a basketball star or someone with special "abilities", is the floor that they usually resided upon. They had taken the rooms and remodeled them, making them rather homey abodes, depending on the taste of the occupier of course. The rooms looked like new, as did the floors and the walls and there was a grand meeting room in the center, which was nothing more than a chandelier with a long mahogany table underneath. It was here that their discussions took place. It was here that they spoke now...

They all sat around the main table quietly, looking either at their feet or at the table...not one of them dared shift their eyes to the head of the table.

His head rested against his chest, hood covering all of his face and the rest of his head. He breathed heavily, making the very air shudder in fear. His claws rapped against the table like clockwork every so often. He had long, black, very intricately designed needles poking through the skin on the fingers of his left hand, each one of them running back under the skin of the back of his hand and connecting to a set of tubes that ran deep underneath the muscle of his whole arm. He listened, listened for something...something specific...there it was!

A flapping noise, like wings! Coming in fast! He jerked his head to the window and held out his forearm as a demonic black crow burst through the window and perched on it.

"I wondered when you would return, my little friend," the hooded creature cooed to the crow as he stroked its head. "Did you get what I wanted?"

The crow dropped a small red object from within its mouth into his awaiting palm. He held it up as the crow jumped to his shoulder. He looked at it under the light, examining it. Then he smiled, a bright green tongue licking over black lips, sliding past a row of razor-sharp teeth. He stood up and faced his gathering.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you...our prize!" he held up the small red object that looked somewhat like a sharp tooth.

"That?" one of them, a large bull-type demon, asked. He snorted and then looked away.

"What were you expecting Brex? Gold beyond your wildest imagination?" the black-skinned reptile hissed back. He stood up and shook his hood off, revealing his head. It was bald, with a spiked frill on the top that ran from the widow's peak area to the back of his scalp. He had red underneath the black, with the black on almost like a tattoo all over his body. It was in some very ancient-looking designs, beautiful to some, terrifying to others. He wore a black shirt of neo-armor, like a bullet-proof vest but much stronger. It had pockets of glowing red liquid in two lines gradually growing smaller as they went down his chest, and shoulder-guards ending in malicious points. He had pair of grey jeans on that covered his feet and a black cloak that ran from clips on his shoulder-guards to his ankles.

"You busy yourself with those little things, giving us false hope and then dashing it against the rocks! But all we have now is that-THAT little thing? You think not on the present Grimlock, you waste your time on trinkets and occult garbage! When will that flying wretch of yours bring something to the table that we can use to furnish ourselves?" Brex shouted, standing up from his chair and throwing it behind him in rage. The others stood up as well, but not in anger...they stood up to back away from their enraged companion.

"I saved you once Brex...I don't want to regret it," Grimlock said quietly. He put his hands behind his back.

"I've regretted it every day since! If only I was to know that my fate would be serving under a creature that promises total power but then wastes our talents and our time with silly trinkets and charms!" Brex pounded his mighty fists against the table. Grimlock closed his eyes and sighed.

"You have proven your skills on many an occasion, I respect you as though you were a brother," Grimlock put his hand to his heart and kept the other behind his back.

"You grow soft Grimlock," Brex approached him slowly, the others moved out of the way and gathered on the other side of the table. Brex loomed over Grimlock, menacingly muscular, with the ability to break a man in two with one hand. Grimlock looked undaunted, staring up at Brex with a slight smirk on his face.

"I've wasted too much time on your ridiculous schemes Grimlock, and now I'M gonna run this freakshow...you understand me, little man? You can either step down, or I can throw you down," Brex cracked his neck and knuckles. Grimlock smiled slightly, making Brex angry. He raised his fist high in the air. "I'll wipe that goddamn smile off your face!!"

His fist hit the floor and shook the whole building, making a large fist mark where his hand landed. Grimlock was gone, vanished from where he had stood! Brex looked around, fiery rage burning in his eyes.

"Where the FUCK are you?! Come out and face me like a man!" he screamed.

"Face you like a man?" a quiet voice came from behind him. Brex spun around and was met by four needles jabbed roughly into his ribs. Brex was stunned, but uttered no cry of pain, he looked at Grimlock, smiling, and swung his fist at his head. Grimlock took a quick step back, withdrawing his needles from Brex's ribs and then stabbing them into the upper part of Brex's arm, near his bicep. Brex took a step back and then fell to his knees, panting hard.

"What...what'd you...do...to me?" he whispered.

"I responded. I used my brain, something I, to this day, have never seen you accomplish. Your failure to notice my most simple of movements was your ultimate downfall. Your first strike was more difficult to avoid, but going between your legs was a solution nonetheless. My first strike punctured your diaphragm and the lower lobe of your left lung. Such trauma and your infamous rage placed your body in a state of shock, which I imagine left you oblivious to the fact that you couldn't and still cannot breathe," Grimlock's hand never moved from behind his back, and his crow remained on his shoulder as his needles slid back into his fingers. Brex tried to breathe, but panicked when he realized that the oxygen he sucked in only poured out through the four clean holes in his chest with a quiet whistling.

"Furthermore, your second strike I dare not explain how I avoided, lest I waste more of your precious time my dearest Brex. You watched me yourself. Where I hit you, though, I doubt you could guess to save your own life, how coincidental. My second strike was placed in four different points along your brachial artery, the most devastating I believe to be...riiiiiiighhht...there!" he pushed his finger into the wound, eliciting a cry of pain from the bull-demon. "Again, in the places I've struck you, it would take at least 10 minutes for you to bleed out and about two minutes for you to pass out from oxygen deprivation followed by slow brain degeneration over the course of unknown amounts of time...however I refuse to waste any more time...yours or mine..." he pulled his hand out from behind him, revealing a solid black revolver with a very long barrel and a black raven etched on the white handle.

Brex's eyes widened. Grimlock put the gun to Brex's forehead and looked down the sights, dead center of his head.

"So, cause of death?" he pulled the trigger and felt the 6.5mm 140 BT hunting rifle round explode from the gun and into Brex's head, exiting the other side and punching a steaming hole in the ground behind him. Brex slumped over and flopped onto the ground lifelessly. "Arrogance..."

The others looked on in awe, some smiled. Then one started to clap. Then they all started clapping! It had become uproarious laughs and clapping! Grimlock looked around and took a bow, smiling as he holstered his gun. The others eventually stopped clapping. They were a menagerie of strange-looking creatures, all appearing to have been another animal at one point. One male looked like he had been a bear, but was lankier and more apelike. Another looked very much like a reptile of sorts, but covered in sharp spikes and armored with black plating. These were strange creatures indeed, twisted from normality by some outside force.

"He was getting on my nerves too," a large black-furred creature that appeared to be some grotesque mockery of a rat hissed quietly.

"We didn't like him from the start, did we?" said two pale, gothic-looking humanoid twins in unison. They had long black hair and black lips and wore gothic Victorian dresses. These were the least bizarre of the group. Grimlock smirked as they smiled back at him, revealing sharp white fangs in perfect contrast with their pitch black lips.

"Regardless, we have what we wanted. The Behaku provided us with what we need and thanks to you, my little friend," he turned to his crow. "We can use it."

"But what about us?" the rat-thing hissed.

"You think I would forget my fellow lost souls? We're in this all together," Grimlock said and licked his lips, looking at the twins. They held hands and moved closer to eachother, smiling seductively. Then Grimlock put his hood back up and turned around. "I'm done for tonight, see you tomorrow."

The others looked at eachother and then at the body of Brex still laying on the floor, bleeding. The rat creature moved over to it and then knelt beside it. He sniffed at it for a few seconds...then sank his horrible yellow teeth into its ribs! Then the others rushed over and began eating the corpse! Grimlock was already in his room.

He sighed. "Things just keep getting harder and harder don't they?"

"Odd choice of words, Serga," a small, female voice said. Only three creatures addressed him with the title "Serga", and one of them was male. Grimlock looked around and saw the twins standing behind him.

"Yes, Serga, odd choice of words," the other mimicked. They sounded exactly the same, almost scarily.

"You two just like popping up all over the place don't you?" Grimlock raised one corner of his lips in a mock smile. He looked them over; they wore black and red versions of Renaissance-era courtesans' dresses. They had black eyeliner on and each had a tattoo of a teardrop under the opposite eye of the other one. "An odd choice of words?"

"Yes, Serga, very odd," they said together.

"Why's that?" he smirked. They looked at eachother and walked up close to him, one of them putting her hand on his chest, pushing him on to his behind him.

"We think it's odd, what things are getting harder and harder exactly?" they said in unison.

"When I had said it, I meant just things in general...but now that I think about it..." he looked at the girls, one eyebrow raised.

"That's what we thought too," they said in their quiet voices. They turned to eachother and started to kiss, their tongues intertwining and their lips sliding over eachother's. Their eyes were closed as their lips smeared their black lipstick. Their sharp white teeth gently nibbled at eachother's tongues and made them moan and sigh. Grimlock smiled and unclipped his armor at the front, pulling it off and throwing it off of the bed. His chest was covered in the same body tattoo that covered his arms and face, along with hundreds of small and large scars. The twins started slowly untying their corsets.

"Cura, use your teeth," Grimlock smiled. Cura looked at her sister, smiling with pearly white fangs, and then moved down her body. She took her sister's corset laces in between her teeth and slowly pulled on them, undoing the knots. The corset fell to the floor and then her sister did the same for her.

The twins removed the rest of their clothing as seductively as they could, revealing their large breasts and tight, curved upper bodies. They kept their skirts on and then lay down next to Grimlock on either side of him. They ran their hands over his chest and traced his scars. Grimlock rubbed their breasts, pinching their nipples gently and rubbing them softly. They moaned and winced when he pinched harder. The twins looked down, giggling, and unbuttoned his jeans. They slid their hands into his pants, rubbing their cool fingers over his big cock.

Grimlock put his hands on both of their heads as they pulled out his 9 inch cock. The twins looked at it and then giggled to eachother, each taking a small sensual lick...gently running their tongues along his hot meat. Mileena turned to Cura and moved her head to the side as she slid her soft lips over the head of his cock and then down the shaft. Her sister looked on, smirking, as Grimlock closed his eyes and lay back against the pillow. Mileena started sucking faster on Grimlock's cock, her warm mouth tenderly caressing his sensitive flesh.

Cura smiled and gently pulled her sister's head from Grimlock's hot cock and then leaned down herself, gently suckling the head, teasing it with her tongue. She licked over the head and then licked up and down the shaft, making Grimlock growl and moan. Cura closed her eyes then slid his whole cock down her throat, feeling the head throbbing right in the middle of her neck. She moaned quietly, making her throat vibrate. Grimlock slitted pupils became narrower as his closed eyes opened wide and he growled, making Cura smile around his cock. Her forked tongue slid out from between her bottom lip and Grimlock's cock, sliding down and licking over his balls. Mileena looked on and started rubbing and massaging her pussy, grinning as her fingers teased all of her most sensitive parts.

Grimlock growled again and let Cura's tongue work...Mileena, however, was not content with letting her sister go unpleased...she kneeled behind Cura and slid her hand under her skirt, running her finger along her wet pussy. Cura moaned around Grimlock's dick in her mouth and kept sucking.

Their moans rang on throughout the night for hours.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Cura...!" Grimlock snarled and grabbed Cura by the neck as he started spewing torrents of hot cum down her throat. Cura gasped and swallowed quickly, then screamed with her sister as they climaxed together, gasping for air. Grimlock hissed quietly, but did not relinquish his grip...

Cura clawed at his hand for a minute and then gasped when she was released. Grimlock laid back against his bed and put his claws behind his head. He smiled cruelly.

"Cura, Mileena, get out," he said. The two stood up and got their clothes together, walking out slowly. Both of them had pleasant smiles on their faces...

Grimlock closed his eyes and relaxed.

"Oh the things I can do...will do...just you wait Swade...just...you...wait..."