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Chapter 4

Pliv's POV

I arrived at the address, a large warehouse near the docks. The streetside of the fence

wasn't well guarded, with only sheet metal scraps and wooden planks propped against it to hide

everything inside. I could see that there were a few people at the front gate, guards no doubt,

armed with weapons under their clothes. I doubted that they were the types to walk away for any

small reason.

“Okay, how to get in?" I asked as I looked at the fence around the corner from the front

gate.

“Hole in the gate trick again?" Asked Lefty.

“Or climb it," said Righty.

There was something that raced through my mind, looking at the front gate once again. I

could heal through the damage right? Their weapons meant nothing. Nothing could stop me. I

could just walk up to them and take them out. Or even the tentacles around the corner could stop

them. They couldn't stop me if they wanted to.

But the girl, and whoever else they had hostage in there. They weren't like me. They

weren't invincible. They could kill them, and there was surely more inside. More criminals that

could ruin everything if there was a stray shot or yell for help. It was impossible to stop them in

time if they decided to hit anyone.

I couldn't risk it. I couldn't risk innocent lives.

“Yeah, fly through the fence," I said.

I pushed a small hole open in the sheet metal fence with my tentacles, setting it down

lightly so I don't scare anyone. I flew through it; my body reformed on the other side, allowing

me to see the scarce group of guards by the fence not looking around for anything.

“You'd think this place would have more guards for the kind of business they're in," said

Lefty.

“Unless this isn't the main hub. Just a distribution center," said Righty.

“Only one way to find out," I said, rushing over to the back door, trying to avoid being

spotted by the guards. I slowly cracked it open, trying to make sure it didn't squeak, seeing a

group of guards inside standing around a few coffin-like boxes.

“You thinking what I'm thinking?" Asked Righty.

“They're shipping people to get surgery in coffins?" Asked Lefty.

“That's the optimistic option," I said. “How to deal with them?"

“Direct assault's a no go," said Righty. “They'd just kill them all."

“Unless we surprise them first," said Lefty. “Stealth mission time?"

“Dude, we glow. We're not that stealthy," said Righty.

“I have an idea," I said. My body flew up to the ceiling flying around the rafters, and

slammed down onto the coffins. A loud thud rang out, one of the coffins breaking under my

weight, as tentacles shot out of my back on impact. The force from it slammed the guards

against the walls, wrapping around their bodies, holding them in place and knocking their guns

to the ground.

“Well, that worked," said Righty.

“Yep, now to save the hostages," said Lefty. I stepped down from the coffins, looking at

the one that broke under my weight. Scattered around me were translucent orange bottles

scattered around my feet, all with different labels and white caps to them. Inside were different

pills of different shapes and sizes.

I picked one up, the shape instantly familiar, the color a pure white. Pain meds, strong

ones, the ones I knew by name.

I felt my heart race and my stomach turn. My hand gripping them tighter, my rib

suddenly engulfed in pain. They were again in my hands.

“Pliv…" said Righty.

“Pliv, what are you thinking?" Asked Lefty.

“Why do we feel this?" Asked Righty.

“I…" I said.

“The pain is still there, isn't it?" I felt my mind ask. “It helps us sleep too. We need to

numb it all. Sedate it. Take away everything going on." My free hand reached back to where the

tumor was on my back. Below my right shoulder blade, the lump was there again, wasn't it? The

cancer was back, and it hurt. The right side of my body went numb suddenly, like it was choked

by TV static and my knee started to buckle and my lower back twitched and…

I suddenly lost vision in my main head, as a choir of gunshots rang out, ripping into me.

“Ow," I said as my body pulled itself back together. “Forgot the guards outside."

“Oops," said Lefty.

“Can we talk about what just happened?" Asked Righty.

“Later," I said, focusing my tentacles back at the attacking guards. The tentacles whipped

the weapons through the air, then snapped back at them, slamming the guards into the walls.

“Okay, that worked," I said. “So, where's the hostages?"

“Oly oly oxen free!" Yelled out Lefty.

“Or we can ask them," said Righty, turning us to the criminals pinned against the wall. I

turned my attention to them looking them up and down. I extended my claws, using each one to

slowly sharpen the other, as I paced around the room, looking for someone in charge.

“Okay, one chance each. Where are the people you've kidnapped?" I asked loudly to the

group after taking my time. I was bombarded by pleas for their lives as they struggled to get free.

But nobody answered my question.

“Well, fuck it, disgusting way it is," I said, slamming my hand against a pillar. My mouth

filled with yellow saliva, and launched at each of the criminals.

Soon the room was full of clones and the real criminals were encased in yellow spheres,

rolling away down into the subway below.

“So," I said, turning to one of the clones. “Where are the people that were kidnapped?"

“Out on the surgical boat," said the clone. “Couple of miles north of the docks."

“A boat… for fuck's sakes!" I yelled out. “Why can't it ever just be some place simple?

Like a high rise, or a bunker, or a cheap motel room's bathroom with an ice bath!"

“Dude, it's fine, we'll handle this," said Lefty.

“He's right. We have more than enough ways to get there. But we have some personal

business first," said Righty. “Like leaving those pills behind."

“Fine," I said, knowing where this was going to go.

“You guys get back to work. Act like nothing happened," said Righty.

“And um, open the safe for us too," said Lefty.

“Lefty!" I warned.

“What? We need the money for, you know, survival. Food, and water, and a solid place

to sleep. It's not for a Hollywood mansion," said Lefty.

“And if the higher ups come looking for the money? They'll screw with everything we

set up here," said Righty.

“And it's drug money," I said.

“I get that! But we need money to, you know, not die!" Exclaimed Lefty.

“Look, I wish things were simpler too and we didn't need paper to trade for food, but we

can't just burn it all down," said Righty. “We can't… right?"

“Guys," I said, looking at a few folders on a table near the safe. There were profiles of

different people, a few which had the word “escaped" posted on them in red with a black

government looking logo next to the red word. I opened the folder, seeing an old, but familiar

face on one of the pages.

My face.

All my information was in there, my phone number, my social security number,

everything. They knew me… they were the ones that kidnapped me. Sold me off to that

government lab. There was a bill for services inside too! Everything in black and white, and right

there!

“Oh, fuck," said Righty.

“Pliv…" said Lefty.

“This is personal now," I said, grabbing the folder. I turned my attention to the safe,

snapping my fingers for one of the clones.

“Crack it open, now!" I ordered.

“Drug money?" Asked Righty.

“Compensation pay, for damages rendered," I said. “A better way to see it." I took the

money inside, placing it in the folder, and then sending it away in a ball of the yellow liquid.

“Whoever's in charge, is going to fucking die," I said, my claws extending as the

tentacles wrapped around my arms, flowing down to them. They started to glow brighter, the

more I pushed my energy into them.

“Another thing we can all agree on," said Righty.

“Just how to do it though?" Asked Lefty.

“Scorched Earth, the only option," I said.

“But…" said Lefty

Our conversation ended quickly as the sounds of sirens rang out through the city, red and

blue lights illuminating the sides of the buildings and growing brighter with the second.

“Let's not stick around to find out what's going on," I said, turning to the clones. “Act

like you normally would do!"

“Got it," said the clones. I headed out the back door, running out and towards the water.

My heart sank suddenly as a bright light encased me from above, the buzzing of helicopters

flying over. Their lights aimed at me.

“Fuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkk," I said to myself. “They found us."

“THIS IS THE NRPD, GET DOWN ON THE GROUND NOW!" Yelled out the

helicopter.

“Shit, run," said Lefty.

“Agreed," said Righty. “Fuck the cops anyways." I turned and kept running towards the

water as the helicopters followed me above.

“STOP NOW OR WE WILL OPEN FIRE!" Yelled out the helicopters. I heard a series of

gunshots ring out from behind me in the warehouse. Along with gunfire ringing out over me,

landing near me.

“Do they even use warning shots?" Asked Righty.

“Not when they're on a power trip or dealing with things they don't understand," said

Lefty.

“Or in our case, both," I said.

I got to the water, not taking a second to think before I dove in. The cold water encasing

me, my yellow fur glowing in the dark water below. I felt my body get lighter as it started to

flow through the water, just how I flew through the air before. The isolation in the dark water

allowed me to… think.

Pliv's POV, 7 Months ago

The sun shone through the doctor's office windows. I was still normal at that time, a male

wolf in his late twenties with black and white fur. The only thing someone would note as weird

about me was the large softball sized lump on my back. The pain was unbearable, my body

doubled over to get any kind of relief. My breathing was rough, trying to draw in a deep breath

for any kind of air.

The door to the office opened, and my doctor walked in, a grim look on his face.

“Hey, Pliv," said the doctor. “We got the results of the CT scan. It's… not good."

“Wh-What is it?" I asked.

“...It looks like Sarcoma," said the doctor. “Bone cancer." He pulled up the image of the

scan on the computer screen in the office. Scrolling through it, he showed a large white ball on

my back, wrapping around my rib.

“S-Sarcoma?" I asked.

“Yeah, bone cancer," said the doctor. “We'll run a PET scan and I'll have you sent to an

Oncologist."

“C-C-Cancer?" I asked. “I-Is there a chance it isn't cancer? Like, could it be something

else?"

The doctor frowned as he thought, saying: “Possibly, but it's unlikely. And given that

we're seeing it in a few other places too, it's hard not to assume that it isn't… It looks like stage

four. We'll need to run some more scans and do some biopsies to confirm though."

The world started to spin for me, as the possibility of cancer started to sink in. I wasn't

even thirty yet, and I had cancer? Stage four cancer? That couldn't be the case!

I couldn't be that sick. Sure, it was bad and causing pain, but there was no way it was

cancer… right?

“As for the pain… I can prescribe you some meds to help. I'll refer you to pain

management as well to help," said the doctor.

“O-Okay," I said. I drove to the pharmacy that night and picked up the pain pills.

Detective McLoy's POV

It was the middle of the morning as I arrived on scene; a warehouse on the docks. The

fence around the building had sheet metal and wood planks strapped to it, obviously to block

anyone from looking in. The flashing lights of police cars illuminated the permanent dark sky in

a strobe of red and blue, and SWAT vans were at the front of the gates with the metal fence

wrapped around the front bumpers.

“Detective Roi McLoy," said an officer as I approached the scene.

“Officer," I said, shaking their hand. “Care to explain what happened?"

“Of course, right this way," said the officer. We walked through the smashed in front

gate, letting me catch a glimpse of myself in the side mirror of one of the cars. A male german

shepherd in a black and white suit with a badge and a gun under the jacket. My brown and black

fur was painted in the colored lights, as my yellow eyes glowed against it all.

“Detective McLoy, this is Sergeant Marvic Barnes," said the officer, introducing me to a

large, muscular, black and white male husky in body armor, holding a large rifle. His blue eyes

reflected the lights of the cars and those set up around the complex. His armor was rigid and

tight, ready for just about anything, but could barely contain him.

“Sergeant," I said, extending my hand.

“Detective," said the panther, shaking my hand. His grip was firm and strong, the urge

for me to pull him into me for a kiss was strong, but I had to keep myself cool and collected. I

was at work, and I couldn't afford to risk it if he was straight.

“Give me the basics of what happened," I said walking towards the building.

“At zero nine-hundred hours we got a call for a report of shots fired and screaming

coming from the building. This place was a suspected smuggling operation that we were in the

process of getting a warrant to search. The call of the struggle gave us justifiable cause to get

into the building."

“And?"

“Well, drug smuggling for sure. Found a broken coffin with drugs inside and a number of

other unbroken coffins that had drugs inside. Prescription based. Bottles and all."

“Might have been stolen or a pharmacy is involved…"

“Right, but that's not the worst part."

“How many dead?"

“That's the problem… None."

“...How is that a problem exactly?"

“Well, I've confirmed this with body cam footage with all my guys. And um, I don't

know what the hell these guys were on but every time we shot them, some kind of yellow liquid

came out of them and pulled them back together."

I paused for a moment, looking at him. He sounded absolutely insane, there's no way that

he was serious.

“Are you fucking with me?"

“Honestly, no." Barnes pulled out a tablet and pulled up a video, showing the fire fight.

The suspects opened fire after raising their weapons at the officers. It showed the suspects being

injured by the gunfire, but then healing afterwards the same way that Barnes had described. A

wound, followed by some kind of yellow liquid shooting out of the wound, healing the suspect.

“...What in the hell?" I asked, grabbing onto the tablet, pulling it closer as Barnes held

onto it with me.

“Exactly my response," said Barnes, scrolling through something on the tablet. “But… I

might have found what caused this. A news chopper heard of the incident and got video of

this…"

He showed me another video of some kind of creature with yellow 'fur' running out of

the back of the building. Its body was mostly covered but I could see that it had three heads…

and what I assumed to be skull masks on.

“Yellow too…?" I asked myself. “I doubt that it's a coincidence."

“Looks like it, you think this guy supplied them with some kind of… super drug or

something?" Asked Barnes. “Or some kind of monster that crawled out of the sewers?"

“If that is the case then we can expect the CIA and National Guard to be crawling all over

Neon Ridge soon enough," I said. “Because, let's be honest, Uncle Sam's gonna want that for

himself."

“I was betting on the Army or Marines instead. Or some conspiracy theorists," said

Barnes as we continued inside.

“There's only been one sighting, give it a few more then it'll get to that point." We both

nodded in agreement and headed into the building. He was right though, the news is bound to

attract some kind of monster hunters to the area.

Inside was a number of chalk outlines, circles noting bullet holes, and other things

common with a scene being processed.

“No bodies yet chalk outlines?" I asked.

“Estimates… They escaped by, turning into yellow liquid and… sliding away," said

Barnes. My eyes rolled as I started my investigation, dawning a pair of white gloves.

I slowly worked through the scene, looking over everything in the room. Barnes was right

about the drugs being in the coffins, but one of them was broken. The way it was smashed

looked like something had broken it apart from the outside, or something landing on it.

I pulled out my flashlight, shining it around the room. Circles in the dust on the walls

became apparent, all of which looked like they originated from the broken coffin.

“What could have made these?" I asked, looking at the dust circles.

“Hey, McLoy," said Barnes, standing at a table. “Looks like the safe's been cleared, and

some papers are missing. I get the money, but why the papers?"

“Maybe to hide their identity… There's a computer over there?" I asked, walking over.

“Um, yeah, looks like it's locked though," said Barnes. “And it's not all the files."

“I'll have to cross reference them," I said. “I'll let the lab work on it." I noted it down and

had it sent over, as I continued to work through the scene