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disclaimer: its going to take alot of time to get the next chapter up please bare with me because of school its going to take longer to put stuff up... skyff and rafe are my charecters

Prologue

What happens when you enter a jail cell? What parts of you are left behind, and more importantly... what parts of you are re created? Who are you kidding you aren't that same man who entered, and when you exit those doors a free man, you aren't that same man who was fighting to survive. Where do you go? What happens next?

Chapter 1

"Fear"

This is my life, live your own. The cell had locked up twenty years of life, stealing his life with every tick of the clock. Anger filled him, how did he know the circus was illegal he was just one of the acts, and a damn good one at that. In fact that's why they were caught; he couldn't stay out of the spotlight so they left him. They called him Trykz because of his act, trick shooting and throwing. He cringed, he still wore his name tag on that ratty cloth they called a shirt. That glistening, orange jumpsuit he had 'modified' to better suit him. He had ripped the sleeves off and opened holes in the pants knees.

He was filthy the showers were only for ''good little boys" and he was not one of those. Solitary was his hole, rather literally. In this place the cells you occupied, you dug yourself. They gave you specifications and you could make it however you wanted it. Normally you had four people so the work went fast, but solitary you were alone, hence the name, so you dug it yourself. And for some reason you were always cold no matter what. The temperature was always low in the ground, but it was Freaking Greenland for crying out loud but still it was colder than usual. Blankets were rationed so he had one, not that he needed it his thick fur helped him out. Now all he would have to do was wait.

The sentence was for something he didn't do, he was framed for murder, he did know who but why was the tickler there was no why, but he knew he was innocent, his guns only fired rounds he made custom. There was more to the story but his lawyer was stupid and got him locked up, well that's what you get for hiring your best friend. Who knew he was a boozer? But still he sat in his self dug cavern sinking the cave deep and narrow so the warmth would stay close to his body for longer. There he sat, waiting knowing the exact second he would hear those keys jingle down the hallway to let him free.

He smiled watching the people walk towards him those keys ready to take him to freedom, take him to his house and then he would be able to extract revenge. But they teased him yet again. Time must have lapsed he would be out unless he miscalculated. Yes that must have been the mistake... but there in lies the question, how long was he off by? And how could he get back on track?

The keys walked by his cell "so we ready to try interacting with others again little Rafe?" the guard asked holing out a stun gun, the instrument of fear or so they thought

"I am fine with others its Skyff you have to worry bout" he said leaning against the wall of his cell.

"Why don't you man up and say it was you who killed that man?" the guard teased

"I didn't kill anyone it was Skyff"

The guard smiled "Skyff, Skyff who the hell is that your boyfriend?" the guard taunted

"No he is something much worse" he replied "he is standing in font of you" the man in the cell said

"Really?" the guard asked "and why do I care because you are separated by galvanized steel" the guard said looking at him taking the stun gun and prodding the man in the cell

"That doesn't hurt" he said looking down at the electrodes hitting his skin "that is too bad for you" he said taking the bars and breaking them "now then separated were we?" he asked tapping the bar in his hands

The guard froze the calm, cool person that was rattling the cage was now looking terror in the face, pure evil looking back at him and it wasn't happy. Skyff walked forward looking at the man "Rafe was right you really are just a weak little man" he said smiling looking at the man "and to think you terrorize people" he said picking the guard up "now be a good little boy and let me have your cloths so I can get out" he said starting to unbutton the mans shirt, soon he was clothed in the guards uniform leaving the guard shivering and naked in the corridor "ok now we tie you up and give you what you deserve" he said loading the man into the cell... and he smiled as the guard watched in terror as he was walled up.

"It's safe to come out Rafe" he said looking at the air by a corner of the cell block

"well at least the guard got what he deserved" another wolf said walking out of what appeared to be shadow, he was a timber wolf, lean and taught. Wisdom and knowledge forecast all over his face while his counterpart was completely black and had a wicked smile always draped over his face.

"Rafe you let that man torture you so when you could have let me get us out of here twenty years ago... why?" the other asked

"Skyff... its all part of the plan" Rafe said patting the wolf on the shoulder "so now how do you plan on getting us out of here?" Rafe asked looking at the broken cell bars and the other side where the guard was sure to have developed hypothermia by now, the naked human deserved it.

"Well I plan on flying out of here if you will loan me those wings of yours" Skyff said looking into Rafes eyes

"You will give them back?" Rafe asked

"What are buddies for?" Skyff taunted "come on we are shadow dancers that practically makes us relatives" Skyff said laughing

"We aren't relatives, you're much worse, I shouldn't have kept you out of me" Rafe said

"Well that would be if you didn't need me so much ya big softie" Skyff said

"Look your reality is so much different than mine, you build guns that kill and worse of all the things that you know flow into me and vise versa" Rafe said "you make me carry your show stuff when in reality all you want is to kill"

Skyff smiled "you know we never were meant to be together it's the oddest thing that I came out of your head in another one of your spells little shaman" Skyff bent one of the rods back in place "sides you know as well as I do blood tastes so sweet" at this Rafe licked his lips, it had been years since they fed, it was a wonder they could still split let alone function.

"The guard is probably dead now" Rafe said licking his fangs over

"Aw the little noble Rafe wants a drink of blood?" Skyff taunted as he ripped open the bars the guard was twitching as the ice in his veins pumped the last bit of aneurism into his already heart attack ridden body. His eyes glassed over and he was gone

"And you wanted to eat him while he was alive" Rafe said looking at Skyff who was biting into the guards arm

"Human blood tastes so thin and watery its like drinking tomato soup" he said watching Rafe bury his fangs into the guards neck lapping at the blood that rushed into his mouth Skyff looked at Rafe "feed that's it make us stronger" he said not bothering to clean the blood from his black jaws as he panted waiting for Rafe to finish

"Grow your own wings" Rafe said as they sat against the wall letting their bodies start to adjust to being able to move around. The cell crumpled as Skyff moved trying to bend the bars back but that was too much stress and they sheered off falling to the floor

"Now Rafe do not be stupid you know I need your wings if we are to survive" he said holding out his hand. Rafe sighed touching Skyff's outstretched hand and immediately black raven wings ripped out of his back making him cringe. The sight of Skyff having wings disgusted him; those wings were the only thing separating the two wolves. And now it was gone, the only thing was their coloring Rafe was black like Skyff but their patterns were off, Rafe had brown around his eyes and brown paws, but Skyff was pure black like his Rafe.

It was three days of flight and island hopping before the mainland would come into view. There they were off back to England where it all began.

** The crowd was cheering after each show screaming his name, chanting his glory "Trykz" they repeated over and over again. It happened so fast, the rest of the crew must have packed up and left the crowd to watch the police tarnish his name. They flooded the place in a storm the people in the crowd ran out thru the exits leaving the police to take the bewildered Rafe away to a mock trial and then sentencing to twenty years for a murder that happened out of the country he couldn't have done it, it was literally impossible with the alibi of having ten thousand people watching him shoot, but the lawyer he hired was his friend and came into the court drunk, he was sentenced and then placed in a cell to freeze to death. That was the rest of the crews plan, but that in itself was a mystery, the main question that wracked both of the wolves' brains was why? Why would they do that to him? He didn't harm anyone he barely talked let alone did anything to hurt others. **

England came close to their view as they landed in their last haven, an abandoned island of the coast of Wales. They rested eating fish that they had caught and talking "how can we still split?" Skyff asked looking over to Rafe

"Because I cast a spell on you, you can't combine back with me unless I say so" Rafe said coolly

"Still in that quest to become purely good aren't you huh?" Skyff looked at the sea separating them from the last place the carnival was.

"What do you care?" Rafe asked

Skyff smiled wickedly "because you can't kill me to become what you want" he said "you will be tainted no matter what you do remember I can't die" he said

"You're just a figment of my imagination" Rafe said "a spell gone wrong that's all"

"Really now?" Skyff taunted "then it was your imagination that killed that guard, you know we could die because you don't feed on those stupid humans" he said

"They have a right to live they aren't live stock" Rafe said burying his head in his knees, hearing Skyff laugh

"They are food as long as you refuse to accept me, the anti-you," Skyff said looking at Rafe "but being free is so much more fun" he said "I can kill and feed to keep us alive and

then I blame it on you"

"You saw how well that went, I refused to let you out of my sight" Rafe said "and the sight of others you were a ghost biting and terrorizing nothing"

"And for that you didn't clear yourself" he said "think of it the same murders but it wasn't you" Skyff taunted "or couldn't you take the thought that part of you was free while you lay in that tunnel rotting like a piece of meat"

"No and for that I punished you" Rafe said

"We could have died....." Skyff said then he turned to Rafe "that's what you wanted isn't it, you cant become a shaman like your fucked up ancestors because you have thoughts" he said "desires of darkness the will and need to feed"

Rafe only smiled "it's true you were created from the dark side of my brain in my quest to become a shaman but I realized something before the split was complete" Rafe said

"What was that?" Skyff said looking over to him

"You are too powerful to be free" he said "so you are bound to me"

"That's no fun you can keep secrets from me?" Skyff asked

"Who said anything about me being fair, I will let you have your fun on those people who hurt us" Rafe said "sound fair?"

"Yes its fair" Skyff said "shall we remain parted or will we save some energy and combine again?"

"If you promise not to kill unless it's necessary" Rafe said "I will let you take over for a while" Rafe said extending his hand

"I guess it's a deal" Skyff said watching Rafe dissolve into smoke as he absorbed him "and I am sealed to that promise too" he said looking at his hands "you sure think of everything Rafe"

His next move was back to his house. But was it a good idea? The police surely would have taken all of is weaponry by now. The only safe thing would be to make more guns, more knives, and this time... there will be bombs. He laughed wickedly "and soon I will drink all their blood."

The next part of the flight wasn't as long as he thought, Rafe was still sleeping inside his body and he was going to keep it that way as long as he could. He reached the junkyard that was his hangout. He smiled, it hadn't been touched, everything was in its place he knew this from repetition. It was still abandoned, still the best place to start a war.