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Be warned, this story includes extremely graphic circumstances. The world is rotting, so peoples' bodies react to pain a lot differently than in real life, and it's as graphic as it would be if real life was like this. Thanks, and I hope you visit my site, ToddTech Productions.. Have a good read, it's a collaborative ToddTech project, and it's the best. It might seem a little lame at first, but once you've read a few chapters, then read this chapter over; you'll find it's not so lame as it seemed at first. It's just the nature of the story, I can't fix it, I'm sorry.

Chapter 01: Genetics

The quiet tapping of steel toes guided the chaotic thing across the pavement. "Eeeek..!!" echoed the shrill shriek of a fleeing victim, voice sounding throughout the shrunken city district, "Someone..!! Help meee...!!" Gunshots blared carelessly through the streets as the woman tried to turn and run- but the bullet casings kept clashing against the sidewalk. The girl's screams were quickly overcome by gurgled pleas to live as she collapsed against a dumpster. First to her knees, then to her back. The dumpster slid closer by an inch as she lay, dieing and bleeding. Green-tint glasses slipped from the assassin's dark and glaringly empty green eyes. His steel-toed boots spread farther apart as he hitched his handguns to the satchels on each of his legs. There were plenty of witness standing around, one even stared eye-to-eye with him. But as he looked back to the motionless girl, blood seeping unseen from the shadows of the dumpster, he could only grin, yellowed fangs glimmering in satisfaction. Messily shaking his red hair, he looked back at the gazer, and pulled his glasses back to his face, as well as a point finger against his lips. The man standing ahead of him could only stammeringly nod his words hushed. Footsteps from the street's sidewalk stopped before a large, towering, stone mass. A soft sigh opened the glass doors. In front of it stood an air of self-importance; the owner of this building, though nobody knew it. and neither did they know he also answered to the name of Brass, a horrible name known only to those who feared death the most. His red trenchcat blew in the constant wind that, even in the rarest pleasant days, kept blowing aimlessly through the tall buildings of the city. His bright orange curly hair struck chords over his face, though he stood silently, awaiting his next victim. His evil green eyes also peered up at the clouds, where the top of the tower sat, and rolled down the tower to bottom, through the sliding glass doors. The doors are where he saw two of his 'employees' burst out of the building. "So what'd you do to the bastard then?" "Well, so, I just told him I'd rearrange his digestive system for him if he kept tapping on that goddamned computer." "Yeah. I hate the guys who just go on with their day, like, as if they don't have a freakin' gun in their fa--" The two men were stopped, face-to-face with Brass, the rumoured master assassin. The one who was interrupted started quickly began to tremor in a sudden moment of fear. "J-J-Jared..! H-Hi!" the man stuttered, "I-I was ju--" "You two were just talking about business outside the building? You know that warrants a disconnection here at ToddTech." the stale voice struck, the shades shimmering in the dull red daylight of the city as they tilted slightly, unimpressed. "Y-yes... and we're so.. so sor--" Deftly, Brass interrupted him again; physically, this time, with a hand to the man's shirt torso, throwing himself and the man's shirt into one of the concrete pillar holding the building up. The other hand thrust hard between his new victim's legs, as Brass grabbed hard without hesitation or abandon toward him or his friend. The man almost yelped, and wriggled over the marble sidewalk helplessly. "I'm sorry, you're what now?" The other man took a step back, signalling the automatic glass doors to slide open again behind him. He leapt almost two feet in the air. For a moment, all the sad victim of this cruel and tight punishment could do is utter incoherent noises, staring back at his boss' cold, empty green eyes. "I...." he shuddered, not knowing if he was bleeding already, or if he would bleed next time he tried to go to the bathroom. He sighed deeply, knowing he only had a second before the grip would tighten, "I.. am very.. sorry. We were.. ahh, talking about our business outside the business quarters, s-sir. I have strong doubts we will talk about such things agai-ain... If we do, I will hold myself accountable for my actions to the highest regard, sir.." Somehow, through that whole speech, he managed to continue looking into Mr. Todd's eyes, even after the paw let go of him. Jared shook his head, and put the paw on his shoulder. "Well then. You're good. Either you're incredibly good at serving your superior up complete bullshit that only serves to please him, right here on this spot in my paws, or you're a loyal worker, whose only crack in loyalty was to make a small miscalculation in my patience over my strict rules," the tiger looked to the side, frowning sheepishly, "Either way, you're a great asset to the company, I guess." The man glanced to his partner, with a smile of relief, then looked back at his boss, where the smile immediately faded into the angry pale eyes of his superior. "Th-thank you.. so much. I appreciate i--" "But if you make another mistake, you better hope you're wearing a cup, because either you, or your balls aren't recieving another breath from that point on. Your choice," he sighed, looking past him again at the automatic glass doors which opened again, "and trust me. You don't want to make that decision." The laboratory door slammed open. Its door knob cracked the wall for the second time that day, and the hinges groaned audibly with a shudder. Ahead, a beaker in hand, the lupine figure sighed, although he still poured carefully the contents of the small beaker, into the larger black glass beaker. He was a stereo-typical scientist, large goggles in his face, white labcoat, messy brown-blonde hair just above his eyes. Though the coat did cover some girth in his arms and his abs, it wasn't noticeable. "Stop.. breaking my things, Jared..." There was a light scoff that escaped the tiger's breath, as he swivelled his way around one of the lab tables toward his comrade. "We hired a bunch of idiots.." "They're talking about missioneering on the streets again?" responded the wolf with an audible, though, quiet voice. His tail moved slightly with disinterest as he watched the bowl-shaped beaker's darkening color. "Why.." Jared shook his head, the beaker bowl catching his eye's interest, as he stopped to observe the wolf's concoction. "There are 'idiots' all over, Jared. You're guaranteed to get every type of person if you insist on hiring so many people from the streets.." The wolf looked up at his boss, delicately shifting the goggles on his face to his forehead, pushing up locks of dirty blonde hair. He gave a something of a wolfish smile, if only because he got to see to his boss frustrated, as the tiger gently turned, then moved again across the tables to him. "Vince, I've told you," he put a paw down recklessly on the edge of the table in front of him, sliding it across the surface as he walked, "It's insurance. There are killings in the streets, diseases; people are dieing. We need more people if they insist on dieing so much." Vince's smile faded to a slight grimace, as he looked back at Jared again, sweeping a paw across the table, accurately snatching a small test tube. "That reminds me...." he sternly glared his boss in the eye, "You left the communicator on, I saw your mission... You're complaining about people talking about their business on the streets, when you're the one killing people on the streets." Instantly, the tiger's face received realisation, but not the realisation the wolf had hoped for as his muzzle jerked into a grin. The scientist must've been in the security room with Grandon, the security officer when Brass performed his off. No longer in Vince's eye sight, already at Vince's side as the wolf poured the contents of the small tube into the bowl, Brass watched tentatively at the blackening, bubbly liquid. "I figured.." Todd paused, to slide his paw further toward Vince, putting the other on the side of his own neck, "Public humiliation was her thing. What's more humiliating than her public watching as she dies and doing nothing to help?" Vince sighed, and slammed the empty test tube into the table beside of the bowl, the liquid starting a soft boil. "Dammit, Jared, you're such a hypocrite!" the wolf barked, shaking his head, "You act so macho, that's what's going to get you killed." As Vince's black lips moved, the entirety of his full voice was wrought with concern. "Don't worry about it, Vince.." the tiger stood up straight now, and dropped the paw on his neck, "We're working on stuff to fix that death thing." "And it'll be goddamned expensive to make, just so you can keep being cocky.." "Jared... You tell people.. how important it is. To keep their killings, their missions, as stealthy and quiet as possible..." "So, that just proves how much I know the city," he looked straight at Vince, "Look, I know you worry about me, but don't. There's no situation where I would put myself at absolute risk." "No you--" as Vince started to shout louder, the bowl spewed black liquid onto the table, which fizzled through it, and darkened on contact, bubbles rising from the impact, " N - No..!!" The tiger swiftly whirled away from the wolf for a second, reaching under the table behind him to grab an odd-looking folded cloth. The wolf, panicked, didn't grab for anything, but instead, put his bare hand under the table. Burbling droplets surfaced under the table, and before Jared could turn back and warn him to move his paw away, Vince had already positioned his hand under the black foam on the underside of the table. "Vince--!!" Jared shouted, cut off by the harsh sound of acid burning through skin. "Nnnnyghhh....!!!!" Vince reeled back his paw, chest heaving, covering his sizzling hand with the other. Without any of his senses working, his knees failed him, and he fell back in stinging surprise, the spine of his back cracking against the floor faster than the concoction that had bubbled over in the first place. Glancing back at Vince in slight concern, Todd placed the cloth on the spot under the bowl. Vince was practically rolling in pain on the floor. Sighing, Brass looked under the table, to make sure again the cloth was in the right spot, and then surfaced his head once more, to watch his paw turn off the burner. ".. gh... wh.. what is... T-Tambour.. ine...." Vince stumbled on his words to get them out. Jared eyes widened. He looked at Vince, and took his free paw into his pants pocket. "What.. did you just say?" Jared reached slowly out of the pocket, retrieving out a stapler he'd stolen from a bank, moving it slowly toward the cloth, pushing it on a corner of the fabric.'...how c.... he know... out Ta.... ourine..'"Jared?! Wh-what's.." Vince stared at Todd, the tiger's mouth unmoving, yet he could hear loud static, and the tiger's voice of all things. "... you're hearing my thoughts.. aren't you?" Jared moved the stapler to the other corner, stapling there, the cloth safely catching all the drips. The burner, by now, had stopped, and the black liquid only half occupied the bowl. Vince's hands slowly parted away from each other, revealing black splotched scars on his completely unharmed palms, though the fading hair-raising sizzle still sounded like it was eating his skin. "Vince, your.. hands--" Todd gasped, getting closer to Vince as his eyes started clouding up. Both looked to each other eye-to-eye, worried about the concoction, and its effects on Vince. For a second, there was no pain in Vince's body, but it surfaced again. Paws surging with agony, Jared cried loudly, as Vince could only watch Jared, staring into his eyes, as the tiger covered his own paws with each other. "Gyghh--... s-stop...." Jared muttered, as he tried to look away, but found it increasingly hard to even move a muscle. Softly, Vince turned his head away from Todd, and closed his eyes, unsure and unappreciative, but feeling exceedingly powerful. Slowly, the black scars shrank away, the fur reverting back to its normal flushed beige grey, but, after only a second of relief, the black re-appeared on his hands. "Brass to Missioneer Desk, Brass to Missioneer Desk, come as soon as possible, Brass to Missioneer Desk," sounded on the overcom.'Shit, no..' Todd thought, the pain once again gone away, "Not now.." Vince sighed, closing his eyes, biting his lip, 'Jared, go, I'll be fine--ngh..' 'I'm not leaving you like this!' Brass shouted in his mind, "Missions can wait, we already lost Terian, I'm not losing another one of us! This is untested!" "You mean Teriann and.. ngh... Arcane.." Vince softly muttered, the black slowly receding again. "R-Right, Arcane," he nodded, unsure to the wolf, '.. what the hell is happening to you...''What you intended this formula to do...' Vince nodded, and managed a forced smile, hoping his mind wouldn't translate his forced optimism to the tiger. The black struggled to remain on his paws, even as he focused hard, 'Go, I assess the effects of formulas by myself anyway..'"But this formula is--..!!" "I don't want to have to tell you again, go!! I can't work with you around me!" Vince shouted, slamming his paw into the ground. The door jerked nearly shut, then swung open again, slamming hard into the wall for the third time that day. Jared starteldly rose, and glared at Vince.'.. I'm calling medic in. They can assess you.' he thought at the wolf, then turned, making his way quickly past the tables again, and through the door, ending the conversation abruptly. " Jared..!!" Vince angrily barked, slamming the ground again, the door jerking again.