#blacklyte

“DO YOU WORK IN A MORGUE BY CHANCE? You a mortician?”

          normally    ,    the   doom   slayer   did   not   mind   any   monikers   or   names   people   would   give   him.    partly   out   of   apathy    ,    whatever   was   given   would   receive   no   reaction   on   his   part    ,    his   title   was   enough   of   a   descriptor.    however    ,    despite   it   all    ,    alex   mercer   had   somehow   come   up   with   a   name   that...   baffled   him.          “    out   of   all   the   choices   in   the   world    ,    you   picked...   bob    ?    why   bob    ?    do   i   look   like   a   bob    ?    “

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you had expected a normal illness, but blacklight has already managed to surprise you. the virus (which, from what you can tell, could more accurately be described as a retrovirus) is horrific, causing its victims to mutate into disgustingly disfigured beasts, unable to respond to anything other than the military shooting them directly in the skull. 

of course, though most rational people are hiding in their homes, you don’t really have anywhere to stay, nor do you care to find one. you wander the streets, entirely unafraid.

there is a man at the end of the street, kneeling on the ground with his hands clutching his head. normally you would not care about such a worthless observation, but you see the jacket he’s wearing. this is very clearly alex m.ercer, currently the most wanted man in the world. that is interesting. you wonder what he’s capable of, if he seems so indisposed right now. “...are you alright?” you ask, keeping a sensible distance from the man. 

being a somewhat newly made shifter had undeniable drawbacks. one aspen dealt with the most was their acute sense of smell paired with their dormant animal instincts. the slightest whiff of blood and she loses it. in this case, she had been caught with a rabbit in her maw. yellow eyes pierce the dark as she eyes the male, her massive tail slowly swaying side to side.

This world was... difficult. Between the various creatures taking over the city and the chaos energy just refusing to work with him, life had been somewhat hellish here. Something as simple as stealing food had become something actually hard. More and more he had to rely on sneaking around, and less on actually fighting the creatures.

However more and more recently the mage had found himselr sneaking past these odd red buildings. They looked biological, but he wasn't willing to risk it to check it out any closer. At least not voluntarily, being forced closer to hide from those hunter things was becoming a necessity.

Closer and closer until the mage finally got too uncomfortable and decided to just book it. He was reasonably sure he could make it, or at least was until the first hunter slammed into him.

‘   ahh  .....    see ?   i told you i can’t go here.   ‘      she sighs softly,  tapping a finger on the   ‘no pets allowed’   sign.      haku wasn’t a pet,  but rarely did anyone even try to learn the difference.    kids running up to pet him on the street,  shop owners turning her away from their business.      the thought of registering him as some kind of support animal -   even as a facade  -  made them both feel sick,   so she’d learned to simply avoid these places.