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"Help, someone please help!" Ashley screamed as she was being pushed down onto the ground, her beautiful designer dress torn to shreds as the hyena thugs laughed maddeningly and hopped around. Ashley's screams echoed across the walls of the alley within New York City, the scent of drugs, lust and violence radiated from all corners as she was brought to her pink laced bra and panties. "What's wrong, baby doll, don't like it hardcore?" One of the hyenas chuckled, gripping her head and slamming it into the ground.

He slowly extended his tongue, tasting the dainty meal to come, wetting her soft brown fur. he licked her from the cheek to the ear, Ashley's whimpers only growing in fear and disgust as he neared her ear and whispered "I'm going to enjoy thi-" Suddenly, a loud bang resonated from the alley, the hyena's head jerked to the side as he fell to the ground next to the small mouse. The surrounding hyena's cackles ceased almost instantly only to be attacked by a blur of white.

Those feral blue eyes, soulless, filled with uncontrollable rage. The figure dashed up to the closest hyena and in a leap, griped his neck and twisted it around. As the sound of the cracking neck began to echo, the blur's feet slammed into another poor soul, crushing his rib cage. With a flip and dash, it continued its assault on another thug, unleashing two quick blows to the chest, then slamming his fist into his face and pushing it into the stone wall behind him.

"W-W-What the hell man!?" One of the minions asked in fear as he fiddled into this jacked for a small revolver. But before he could draw the pathetic weapon, the blur stopped, turned around with a gleaming silver hand gun and pulled the trigger, the bullet hitting the fear-educed hyena and exploding in a display of gore and blood, the back of his head opened to let the blood trickle down his back.

Now, still and breathing slow, steady breaths, the blur made a figure. His figure concealed by a black duster, his right hand holding what appeared to be a gleaming glock 17, shimmering brightly with the word "Mercy" etched into its side. Opened in the middle, the duster revealed a loose-fitted white shirt with the words "I" and "NY" on either side of a large red heart. His pants appeared to be two sizes too big for his legs, jet black in appearance save for where the pockets where, a plastic red shinning and jingling where chains hung. The only fur you could see was his face, pure white save for around the eyes, a permanent mask forever born on his face.

"You didn't have to buy this stuff, you know." Razor the wolf said, putting his gun into its holster. He turned around and glared at the other hyenas, watching as they scattered and ran for their mortal lives. Ashley looked up at Razor in shock as he walked up to her and offered to help her up. With a soft smile, Ashley took Razor's soft paw and was lifted up onto her feet. "You should by yourself less revealing clothes; this is the fifth time I've saved you..." His eyes glance at the poor lifeless husks of hyena left behind. "And this makes Twenty-Seven kills so far...I've gotten better."

Ashley giggles lightly as she takes Razor's duster from his back and covers herself with it. "Yeah, only five this time. You're learning self-control, Razor." She looked up at the night sky at the blank black ceiling over the city and sighed sadly. "If it wasn't for the face my father needed me here, I would never have come to this city." Razor couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her statement, knowing she wanted to change the subject about the dead bodies they were leaving behind. "Why do you say that?"

Ashley, looked forward towards the road and turned, heading towards the closest clothing store that was open at night. "I hate all the violence and all noise that is involved with areas like this. You can never be by yourself and at peace..." She looked over at Razor and giggled lightly. "Except for you Razor." He couldn't help but look at her with even more confusion, which only made Ashley giggle more. "You love fighting. You spent most of your life training and even now, when you don't need to, you fight. Heck, after you came onto my ship-"Razor quickly intervened to correct her sentence "Forced." Ashley pouted as she pointed at him "Persuaded to come onto my father's ship, you decided to take up marksmen ship. Your no cowboy, but it's like you were born to hold a gun."

With a soft chuckle, Razor continued to follow the cute mouse looking at her with a side glance. "Yeah...My Island...It's been five months since I stepped foot upon that ship and went onto this journey." He looked up at the sky and raised an eyebrow. "One plus side to that island, the sky was always full of stars." He shook his head slowly as he sighed in disappointment. "Now, all the stars are down here and they live a lot less." Ashley giggled again at Razor's words and lightly patted him on his back, a soft smile on her face. "Don't worry Mister Gloom, as soon as I own my father's company, your contract will be done, I will have all the cute bodyguards I'll ever need, and you'll be back at your island."

Razor sighed as he shook his head, continuing his walk "The world we live in is full of sex, drugs and violence. No matter what anyone dose..." With reluctant thoughts in his head, he slowly pulls out a cigarette and lights it. Ashley looks up at him, waiting for him to finish the statement he was going to make. After a quick puff, Razor says quietly "Life is always on repeat."