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"What part of nonnegotiable so you not understand? Your instructions were clear and sufficient time has been given. Do not test my patience!"

"All we are asking is that you show that we can trust your word, a gesture of good faith. Just give us a couple of hostages. Surely you won't miss a couple of hostages when you have over forty."

Sistra growled down the telephone line before responding.

"Very well. You may have one hostage..." her tone changed from aggravated to sadistically gentle, "as a gesture of good faith."

Horror blanketed the street outside the bank as one of the upper floor windows shattered and the air was split by a high pitched scream. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as a shower of glass sprinkled the ground and a single, young woman seemed to fly from the broken window.

Time slowed to a crawl for all watching, but for Nadine, time seemed to stop dead. Her eyes fixed on the cheetah woman that stood just inside the now shattered window, the powerful being who'd lifted her with ease and tossed her like a doll at the thick glass. To her terror, Nadine could make out a smirk on the cheetah's face as she watched her captive fall through the air. Reaching out her arms, Nadine sought to save herself by attempting to grab hold of something, anything. But there was nothing to grasp. Gradually, the building seemed to fall away from her, giving way to pure blue sky beneath her feet.

As if sound itself had been drained from the world, Nadine couldn't hear the scream that came from her own body. Nor did she hear the air that rushed past her ears as she plummeted from the top floor of the four story bank. In her final moments, the human woman's mind turned to thoughts of her loved ones. And as an image of her husband came to stand before her eyes it was stolen away by the blackness of death.

Harrison, and most of the other onlookers, turned their heads away as the woman's head hit the paved road with a dull, sickening thud. Two of the rookie police officers on crowd control threw up where they stood and another woman in the crowd feinted from shock.

"There is your hostage!" a foul, feminine voice called from the bank's broken window. In anger, Harrison threw the receiver of the telephone he was still holding at the ground, smashing it into several pieces.

Sistra returned to the conference room in a satisfied mood. As she pushed open the door and entered the large room, she saw that her brother had selected youthful girl from the collection of hostages and was now standing behind her at one end of the long, rectangular table. Smiling to herself, the female cheetah made her way to stand at the opposite end of the conference room and leaned casually against the wall to watch her brother's fun.

"Only sixteen and already so well developed," the male cheetah said to no one in particular. He was a little more buff than his sister, but was still sleek and athletic and wore only some black, leather pants with a brown belt.

The teenage girl had long, black hair and wore a tight fitting white tank top that showed off much of her bust as well as a light blue skirt that hid very little of her round thighs. She was standing upright before the edge of the table with a defiant look on her face. Sistra's brother stood just behind her, his furred chest brushing lightly against the girl's back.

"Just look at these magnificent curves," the male cheetah said as he looked over the teenager's shoulder to get the best view of her ample cleavage.

The girl made no attempt to pull away as she felt the cheetah's body press against her own. She stood firm and showed no sign of fear. Her will was strong and her mind free. But as Isaac's fingers glided up the girl's bare arm to tug at the spaghetti thin strap of her top, she firmly brushed it away.

"And feisty, too."

"Leave her alone!" a woman in her mid forties shouted from the middle of the group of hostages. The teenager's mother had an angry look on her face but her eyes betrayed fear.

Isaac just smiled. With eager fingers, the cheetah reached over the girl's shoulder and gently slid his hand down into the front of her top. His fingers stretched out and wrapped around one of the girl's perky, supple, DD breasts, causing her mother to stand and shout at the cheetah once more, "Stop that!"

One of the two human males that were with the cheetahs turned his weapon towards the teenager's mother. "Sit down," he said.

"But she likes it," Isaac replied, not looking at the protesting woman. "Don't you?" he whispered knowingly into the girl's ear.

Daringly, Isaac slipped his free hand up under the back of the girl's short skirt and wrapped his fingers around her bare cheek, causing her to shift just a fraction as she forced herself to contain a response that would have betrayed pleasure.

"Don't deny it," Isaac breathed into the girl's ear. "You want it, I know you do. Why else would you wear these clothes, this skimpy top and short, short skirt with not a stitch of underwear. I can smell it on you; you reek of arousal. I can smell the strong odour of your body begging for my thick cock to be pushed into your untainted cunt. You've touched yourself countless times but forever hungered for more than your fingers could provide. I know this because I can smell your juices on the tips of your fingers; those very same juices that even now are trickling down the inside of your luscious, thick thighs. You're a rebel and you want me to fuck you, right here, on this very table before your own mother's eyes. Don't you?"

Isaac shoved his finger deep between the girl's thighs and up between her lips, making her knees buckle as she collapsed forward onto the table, crying out, "YES!!!"

In the blink of an eye, the cheetah stepped back, turned the sixteen your old girl to face him and grabbed the front of her tank top. The fabric was nothing to the Arkon as he tore it apart like soggy paper. Swept up by both her own arousal and the cheetah's primal attitude, Mercedes allowed the cheetah to expose her ample bust and lift her onto the table. Willingly lying back, the teenage girl lifted her legs and spread them wide, openly inviting the beastly man to follow through with his proposal.

Unzipping his pants, Isaac wasted no time in taking what he wanted. As if he owned her, body and soul, the cheetah placed his hands upon the girl's inner thighs and lay his member against her wet lips. Slowly pulling back, he slid his length downwards between her plump folds until only the tip rested against her flesh. Then, with a single, forceful thrust, Isaac buried his shaft in the teenager's body, blatantly pushing through her hymen and into her womb.

Mercedes' mind swam in an ocean of euphoria. Her back arched sharply, lifting off the table top as she felt each powerful thrust of the Arkon's, his member moving in and out of her body like a piston. Girlish cries quickly filled the room as the teenager's mind and body were stained with the feeling of unbridled lust. In just a few short moments, the human girl's body stiffened as an orgasm enveloped her senses, causing her juices to spill out onto the table and floor.

Satisfied with his work, Isaac stepped back, pulling his member from the now limp and exhausted girl. Stricken by fear and shock, the girl's mother could only watch as her daughter lay on the table, her bare, ample bust quickly rising and falling atop her chest.

"You're nothing but a brute!" the woman finally shouted, anger mixing with her fear.

Sistra and the two human males looked at her and laughed. Isaac said nothing.

Having returned his manhood to his pants, Isaac pulled out a chair and sat down as the teenager's mother was encouraged to retake her seat on the floor. Mercedes remained laying on the table, her mind only half aware of her surroundings. Once more, the room fell back into silence as its occupants waited patiently for the time to pass.

"What are we even doing here?" one of the men asked the female cheetah. He was bald but young and, despite his calm posture, seemed not entirely sure of what his role was.

"We're waiting," Sistra replied simply, an air of agitation in her tone.

"For what?" the guy pursued. Placing his assault rifle on the table, he leaned forward and glared at the furry female. "There's got to be billions stashed in the vault downstairs. Why aren't we down there breaking into it? It's been hours since we took control of this joint and that entire time has been spent sitting in this damned conference room."

The second man, sitting across the table from the first, just rocked in his chair and listened to the conversation. A more relaxed man, this one was a few years older than the first and considered himself smart enough to not begin interrogating someone clearly much stronger than himself.

"The money in this bank is not our purpose. You were assigned to this little outing as crowd control. The only thing you should concern yourself with is keeping that rabble of insects in the corner in line," Sistra scowled as she pointed at the group of cowering hostages.

With a huff, the bald man crossed his arms and sat back in his chair. But his naive thoughts of mutiny were soon interrupted when a dull thud was heard coming from the roof. As the two humans looked at each other in confusion, Isaac rose from his chair.

"That'll be my queue," the male cheetah muttered absently.

"Remember, stay out of sight," Sistra instructed.

"I would be more concerned with not getting reckless, if I were you," Isaac warned his sister.

"Don't lecture me. Just get out of here before you get seen," Sistra sneered.

"Wait!" Mercedes cried, sitting up on the table. "Take me with you... please?"

Isaac looked at the pleading girl for a moment. As she sat on the table and waited for his response, the male cheetah looked her curvaceous body over once more.

"Take my hand," Isaac said, holding his hand out to the girl.

"Hey!" Sistra objected.

"Relax. Julius is smart enough to not come barging in here blindly. It'll take him at least a couple of minutes to find where you are and by that time I'll be back," Isaac reassured her.

Mercedes gingerly placed her hand in the cheetah's and as his fingers wrapped around hers, the world around her seemed to warp beyond recognition. The table and gathered hostages in the corner seemed to meld into the very walls and floor while the light dimmed until there was almost no light at all. The very room itself seemed to shrink and new forms began appearing around them. A simple chair, a chest of draws and a single bed all became visible as Mercedes' eyes adjusted to the darkness. It had all happened in an instant.

"Sit on the bed and don't move ," Isaac instructed sternly.

Nervously, the teenage girl climbed up onto the bed behind her and sat down. But when she looked back at the cheetah, he was gone.

Once more, the bank's interior formed around the cheetah as Isaac returned to his sister's side. But instead of the conference room, Isaac appeared in a small office just off the main hall, several doors down from the conference room. Keeping silent, the male cheetah closed his eyes and listened for signs of Julius searching for the location of the hostages. But the tiger was skilled at staying silent, himself, and Isaac could not get any bearings on him. It wasn't until shouting and sounds of splitting wood erupted from the conference room that Isaac knew where Julius was.

Teleporting again, the office warped and formed a large kitchen that the bank's staff used for lunch breaks. The kitchen was directly across from the conference room but had no door. This meant that it wasn't ideal for remaining concealed but provided a good location to spy on events without drawing attention.

Peeking out into the hall, Isaac tried to see what has happening. But the hallway was deserted and Sistra's taunts could already be heard moving through the building. Knowing where his sister would soon be, Isaac yet again moved unseen through the bank's interior. Sistra and Isaac had already scouted the layout of this floor and predetermined points of interest. While Sistra had located positions where she could fend off the tiger with ranged attacks, Isaac had committed to memory rooms where he could watch without being detected.

Peeking out from a small closet, the male cheetah watched his sister as she created and hurled dagger after dagger at the tiger down the hallway. For several minutes this continued, with no sign of change.

Why doesn't he attack her, Isaac thought to himself. His wings are elemental, are they not?

Though Sistra appeared to be enjoying her apparent advantage, Isaac knew something seemed off. Silently, he continued his vigilant watch over his sister and patiently waited for the tiger's strike. And eventually, it came. But it wasn't what either of the cheetah's had anticipated. Julius, turning to his raw strength as an Arkon, charged through the walls, eliminating any ranged advantage Sistra had. The tactic was entirely unexpected and took both the siblings by surprise. But Isaac stayed where he was, watching in secret as the dark blue tiger burst through the walls like a bullet through strips of paper.

With her advantage gone in an instant, Sistra turned tail and retreated to a second, empty, conference room. As a backup, Isaac had instructed Sistra to expect a close quarters fight. Despite her protests that she could keep Julius at range, Sistra did as her brother suggested and found a room with enough space to allow her to fight Julius in melee. But the swift cheetah wasn't able to reach the room fast enough to regain her wits and ready herself for a final stand. While she darted down hallways and turned corners, Julius took the direct root, through the walls, and quickly caught up with Sistra.

Isaac had already moved to his next vantage point, a small office in the building across the street that looked directly into the bank's conference room. From there, the cheetah could see everything through the huge windows that made up two of the conference room's walls. He watched as his sister struggled to fend off the tiger, not moving even when she was struck down by a piece of debris. But when Julius took Sistra's wrist in his hand, Isaac readied himself. This was it. Or was it? Confused, the male cheetah watched as his sister seemed to struggle with her own body, as if finding it difficult to breathe and move. Then, Julius released his captive and raised his fist to strike a final blow.

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An explosion of noise filled the abandoned subway station as a bent, metal trashcan was sent clattering down the steps to the platform below. It bounced off the tiled walls and rattled across the once polished stone floor before coming to a stop just a few feet from the edge of the platform. A few moments later, several wooden planks, once forming a seat but recently ripped from the station's very wall, followed the trash can down the stairs, adding to the cacophony of noise that filled every rubble filled corner of the underground structure. Finally out of things to take his anger out on, Julius tramped down the steps and picked up the trashcan once again, holding it above his head to toss it across the tracks.

"I can't imagine what that trashcan could have done to you to deserve such horrible treatment," a calm voice said.

Julius halted and snapped his head to the side, his eyes quickly finding and locking on to the voice's source. Near the edge of the shadows stood a snow white wolf that was just a few inches shorter than Julius. His eyes were sapphire blue and his fur looked as though it hadn't seen the slightest bit of weathering in the wolf's entire lifespan. Contrary to that, the wolf wore clothes that seemed more fitting to someone who'd been living on the streets their entire life.

Given recent events, Julius was immediately suspicious of this intruder and his current mood did little to help the situation. Feeling ready for a scrap, but knowing better than to wildly attack someone unprovoked, Julius turned to face the wolf and addressed him with a firm, low growling voice, "Who are you?"

The white wolf, unfazed by the tiger's aggressive tone, took a moment to ponder the question, as if he had to think of what his name was.

"You can call me... Life," the wolf finally replied, his voice still calm and casual. His peculiar appearance and calm behaviour put Julius on edge, making the tiger even more suspicious of the wolf with each passing moment.

"Why are you here?" Julius interrogated, slowly lowering the trash can from above his head.

"I'm waiting for someone," Life replied, simply.

Julius was beginning to grow angry at the wolf's vagueness.

"Who?" the tiger asked, a growl of agitation in his throat.

"You," Life replied, smiling at Julius.

With a roar and a lunge, Julius raised the metal object above his head once more and aimed his throw at the intruding wolf.

"Now, now; is that any way to treat a guest?" Life said, stepping forward to look Julius in the eyes.

Something about the wolf's approach stopped the tiger from throwing the soon-to-be weaponised trashcan at him. There wasn't the slightest hint of fear or aggression in his eyes and his posture remained unchanged. As if quelled by the wolf's calmness, Julius lowered the trash can once more and watched as the wolf idly walked past him and down the platform.

"What do you want?" Julius asked, his anger replaced by confusion.

"I think the question is 'what do you want?'" Life turned to face Julius who was now just plain confused.

"You wish to protect this city," the wolf continued, "yet you reject the very tool you require to do so. You deny yourself the strength that permits you to achieve the protection of the innocents you care for."

"Speak sense!" Julius growled, his agitation beginning to return.

"Your wings," Life explained.

Julius roared at the wolf as she briskly moved to stand before him.

"You call these strength?!"

As he spoke, Julius' wings emerged from their invisible veil and stretched out from his back. Like a demonic angel, the tiger glared at Life with disgust.

"These wings are cursed! They have turned black because of what they are. Only deformation comes from them and you have the audacity to claim I should use them as a tool of justice? Three Arkons have lost their wings because of mine. Three Arkons have lost all that makes them Arkons."

As Julius growled ferociously in his face, Life did not flinch, or blink, or turn away. The wolf looked into the tiger's eyes the entire time, seeing both the rage and shame he felt.

"Calm yourself, Julius, and listen to my words," Life said, patiently, "The Creator that created Arkons gave them their wings as a gift."

"I know the origins of my kind, senile fool," Julius snarled.

"Listen to my words, tiger, lest your precious city crumble all around you." For the first time, Life's demeanour changed. Though it wasn't particularly threatening, something in the wolf's tone made Julius almost cringe. Then Life continued, his tone reverting to its previous calmness, "When a child carelessly throws its toys about, they are taken away, are they not? If a law enforcer turns his weapon upon the innocent, is it not confiscated?

"The Arkons that have come to this city and wielded their wings against those who cannot defend against them are not like the Arkons you once knew; they think themselves above all others. You are the only one capable of truly putting a stop to their unwarranted behaviour. These Arkons, in abusing their gift, have lost the right to possess such power and as such it should be stripped from them. Their mortality that comes as a result is their punishment not just for their crimes here, but their arrogance and betrayal."

Like an obedient child, Julius listened to Life's words. His wings gradually faded from existence once more as they folded behind him. But the tiger's mood did not change.

"You expect me to use my wings to strip more Arkons of theirs?" Julius growled at the wolf. The trashcan he held was once more lifted over his head and, this time, sent flying. It sailed past Life's head harmlessly, the tiger, for a reason beyond his comprehension, now fearing actually striking the white wolf.

"Sooner or later you are going to have to take another Arkon's wings, whether you like it or not. Using your wings is the only way you have a chance of protecting this city's inhabitants from the Arkons that will come. When you realise this, I will return with a gift for you." With that said, Life walked past Julius and proceeded up the steps leading out of the ruined subway station. Julius, alone once more, roared as hard and loud as he could, venting his frustration before collapsing on the debris strewn floor, a single tear soaking into the fur surrounding his eyes.

"These wings are wrong. Nothing good can come of using them," he said to himself.