Chapter IV: Feeling a little Grizzly

## Chapter IV: Feeling a little Grizzly Cameras were everywhere. Flashes exploded from all directions with the silhouettes of reporters beckoning for attention. Microphones were shoved above the police line with questions being fired from every...

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Chapter III: More than I can Bear

## Chapter III: More than I can Bear _SMASH!_ Caleb's enormous bulk hit the ground hard. The metal plates of the training room quaked beneath his gargantuan weight. He grimaced, his powerful hyena jaws gnashing together in frustration as he lifted...

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Chapter II: We are Arsenal

## Chapter II: We are Arsenal Caleb became painfully aware of a dull throb in the back of his head and the apparent discomfort of his hard bed. A groan left him and he reached over his shoulder, brushing past his ears to rub where the throbbing came...

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Chapter I: He's Everywhere

## Chapter I: You're Suffocating Me _Brrring! Brrring!_ Caleb Hale growled softly in his sleep, turning away from his alarm clock and burying his head beneath his pillow. _Brrrring! Brrring!_ Like every day since three weeks ago, the 7'8'' 310...

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Chapter X: Getting the Horns

# Chapter X: Getting the Horns Emerson Wills took a deep breath. His paws shook. He had never been so shaken before. After running out onto the field and facing mountains of muscular men trying to beat him down for a piece of rubber to the cheer of...

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My Life is Super Issue 2: Lance-a-lot

# My Life is Super Issue 2: Lance-a-lot Okay, so this is the first time I've done this but... here goes. My name is Lance Hale. I'm a super. That is to say, that in the thirty-first century Earth, I have a full complement of superpowers. Enhanced...

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Chapter IX: Outsider Art

# Chapter IX: Outsider Art "No... Not again..." David clutched his son's head against his chest, the bovine features feeling so alien in his paws. The horns jabbed at his chest, piercing his spandex uniform like an arrow aiming straight for his heart....

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Chapter VIII: Messing with the Bull

# Chapter VIII: Messing with the Bull Caleb woke Monday morning with a start. The scents in the room were different, familiar but different. Lance's musk wasn't embedded into the sheets and neither were the layers upon layers of sweat and evidence of...

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The Gam3 - Chapter 7

**The Gam3: Chapter 7** "Okay. I _totally_ see it now," admitted the first player. "He could've intervened. Hell, that's what I expected him to do. Isn't coming to their rescue his thing?" The second player shrugged and absently moved her queen into...

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Chapter VII: Handwriting on the Wall

# Chapter VII: Handwriting on the Wall Lester Blue was a lot of things. A devoted son, yes. A visionary, definitely. A Gene Stealer, most definitely _yes_. Above all, an artist. But he never thought he'd be a lover. As he looked down at the...

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Chapter VI: Seeing Red

# Chapter VI: Seeing Red It had been three days since the loss of most of the West Marrington police department. Tuesday in the district marked the second day when businesses should be returning to work but after three attacks from the Gene Stealer...

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The Gam3 - Chapter 6

**The Gam3: Chapter 6** The first player had fallen off his seat, kicking his feet wildly as he clutched his stomach. His laughter filled the room. "Oh-my-god... oh-my-god. Hahahah!" he panted between laughs. "Gold refund... Ctrl+Alt-Del,...

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