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[URL=http://img140.echo.cx/my.php?image=caffeinehighfin1yl.jpg][IMG]http://img140.echo.cx/img140/6439/caffeinehighfin1yl.th.jpg[/IMG][/URL] The first comic in what I hope to be a relatively succesful web comic. Comments? Suggestions?

Name: Thomas Kasansky Age: 18 Race: American Personality: Overly dramatic and humerous. He's almost always smiling, and is a very friendly guy. One wouldn't be able to tell he has anger problems bordering on psychotic. He has a strange fascination of people that tends to get him into trouble. Appearance: Shoulder length gray hair, and a deep tan one gets from living on an islands. He has pale gray eyes, and defined canine teeth, giving the overall appearance of a wolf. 135 lbs, 6'5" with the physique of a swimmer. Bio: After being released from extensive therapy for his anger problems, he moved to Santa Clarita to start over. He lives alone in an apartment payed for by his grandfather.

Von rubbed his chin. "Well..." They looked at him. "What?" He smiled, and pointed to the ground. "We dont have to hike..." "Oh...is that wise?" "Answer that with your opinion of me. Am I wise?" "Oh boy..." A huge tremor ripped a gash out of the ground, throwing the other three backwards as the ledge of earth rose upwards. It was still connected to the ground as a giant twisting pillar of rock. Vons eyes glowed a brilliant gold, and as the pillar slowed to a halt near the top of the cliff, he fell to his knees. "Hoo...sleepy all of a sudden...gonna...take...a nap..." "No wait! Von! Dont go to sleep! We cant move you! EEP!" Von fell forward, nearly crushing Ciarra under his body as she dodged out of the way. He hit the ground with a thud, completely out of it. Hashu shook his head in disbelief. "He wasted all that energy, it must drain him more then he thought. Well, it looks safe enough up here..." "Your not serious..." Von slept, his breathing deep and normal as his mind began uncovering memories and dreams alike. -------- ((..........I dunno what Im thinking...........))

The demon ricochet off the wall as Night hurled him, his blade sliding out of its stomach. The hunter smiled cruelly, glancing at the civilians on the ground. "Leave, before I decide that your better prey." They ran, like rodents fleeing a sinking ship. Disgusting really. Night paused as he saw a demon grab one. It grinned. "What now hunter? I have a shield now!" Night smiled and began to laugh. He took three steps forward, and ripped through the human's body, thrusting his hand into the demon's chest. "You think I hesitate to kill? How stupid of you." [I]Master![/I] Night turned swiftly, his eyes falling on Shirow. "Shirow...what is it?" The wolf appeared horrified, glancing at the corpses. He snarled at the hunter. [I]What have you done?[/I] "I am tired of that question Shirow. I want this war to end, and I will do anything to achieve that goal!" He turned, walking deeper into the city ruins. Shirow sped towards Last Haven. Night stopped at a large section of a ruined church. "Why do you fight my control Night? If you let me fight, this will all end." [I]But at what price? Your going overboard! I sent you away years ago![/I] "True...but now I want revenge! Why do you protect her? She betrayed you!" [I]I know...but I just...she was my family...maybe I can get her back![/I] "Open your eyes! Its not like you to be naive! Besides, I think shes fallen for that masked fella anyway." [I]Your lying...[/I] An explosion rocked Night backwards. It had come from the center of New Vista, and the shockwave rippled through the whole city. Night dodged a piece of rubble, rolling behind a chunk of wall. He glanced out from a crack. A pillar of flame, at least thirty blocks in diameter, rose from the city. "No...no no hell no! Its a shadow lord! They summoned a shadow lord!" [I]Give me back my body! You can fight if you want, but let me have control! I want to find Ziarre...I need to know something![/I] Vonegard hesitated, before relinquishing control. Night surfaced again. [I]Fine...but at first sign of a fight from anyone, you will immediately give me control so that I can kill![/I]

Night lay against the wall, his mind being torn around by everything that had happened. He was beginning to lose it. [I]this war...is tearing everyone apart...Ziarre...Phoenix...and I havent heard from Rebecca....[/I] He slowly got to his feet, using the sword as a crutch. "Your...wrong about one thing Ziarre...I...wasnt always this strong..." Night stumbled a few steps before collapsing. He glared at his blood. His fist clenched. "No more...mercy...no more...hesitation..." [I]Master Night...I have bad news...[/I] [I]Shirow![/I] [I]Master Selino...is dead...he...died a few minutes ago...[/I] Night stopped breathing for a good two minutes. He went wide eyed and stayed silent. "...no..." [I]Master?[/I] Night ignored Shirow, sealing his mind off from the wolf. The hunter shut his eyes. "No...no..." Selino, who had been like a father to him, was dead. Night pulled himself under a chunk of concrete, curling up into the fetal position to gather his shattered thoughts. His grip on sanity was shaken, and with each battle, each time he killed a demon, or fought his comrades, he could feel his own soul getting darker and darker. "...I am no different...then those that I hunt...then those that I kill..." He pulled his sword closer, and stared at the hilt. "...I am...Night...I am a hunter...I am...Nigh..." He crawled out of the rubble. "Stay inside little Night! Keep your mind hidden inside this body. I will take care of your problems!" Night dashed off, but no longer Night. ------------- Boru snarled, no longer toying with Phoenix. The warriors' halberds smashed into each other, sparks flashing from the collisions. His wings slashed and bit at the Hunter. Boru impaled Phoenix's thigh with his claws, giving them a wrench. "You are quite the enigma Phoenix!" The malacha'ai threw him into a wall. "Your morals are just as confused as those of Night. Tell me, do you know what your leader did in the first battle between he and the demons?" A kick sent the hunter skidding across the ground. Boru growled with pleasure. "In the first battle between he and the demons, he killed around 14 civilians to get at them. Of course, back then, he wasnt the noble Night. He was his former self, Vonegard Sierra. His grip on sanity was so precarious back then. He didnt care about morals or ethics. He just wanted to kill. But I bet you didnt know that, did you?" Boru gripped his throat, bringing him face to face. "DID YOU?!" -------- ((Yup. He's lost it.))

((Blayze, bloody_moon is kind of on vacation and cant continue your battle with her)) Night smashed his fist into Ziarre's face. She rolled backwards, turning around in mid roll to regain her footing. Night was already on top of her, slamming his blade down. He moved fast, never giving her a chance to breathe. "You filth! I trusted you Ziarre! You were my family! We were all your family! Filth!" Night slashed at hip level, forcing her to jump. He shifted his weight and slammed into her with his shoulder. She rolled again, but Night forgot about the wings. They bit into his ribcage, forcing him back. Ziarre regained her footing, steadying herself. Night glared at her, leveling his sword. "We trusted you! We would've done anything for you, and this is how you repay us?" He leapt at her, bringing the sword down swiftly for a head shot.

(((GAAAHH! I MISS SO MUCH WHEN MY COMPUTER GIVES ME PROBLEMS!)) "RAAAGGHH!!" Von was losing his temper, and his quakes were becoming more erratic. Clods of earth and sand flew overhead. His eyes were flaring with a bright golden light, and he was obviously losing his head. "Coming whenever they howl? Fine! They wont have time to scream!" He crouched down, and raised a huge clump of earth. It took the form of giant hands and crushed three of the creatures. The howls were barely heard through the grinding rock. Von glared at them. "Useless! Useless!" "Von! We need silver!" He whirled, kicking one of them off his back. "What?!" "SILVER!" "FINE!" He slammed his fist deep into the ground, shutting his eyes. A deep rumbling was heard, before a huge crack opened in the ground. Von leapt down into it, followed quickly by the others. He was muttering to himself as he slid down the rock. The balervines followed quickly. "Damn it...quit following us!" He waved his hand and the chasm collapsed behind them. He landed in a cavern with a thud, then turned and caught the others. "This enough silver for ya?" He had breached a rather large mine shaft, and the shining around them told of silver deposits. Ciarra glanced at him. "How did you know about this place?" He scratched the back of his head, then winced. "I dont really know how I knew. I just knew. If that makes any sense." "Well, how is raw silver going to help us?" "Pack it in mud." Von demonstrated, then held it out. His eyes flared gold, and the silver shot off into the wall. He smiled at the others.

((oh jeez...sorry folks. Ive been gone for sooooo long...)) Night was leaning on his blade, kicking corpses away. Kira helped him clear the carnage. When Zet returned, Night shook his head. "This war has taxed us all to our limits. Ziarre has betrayed us, Phoenix has lost his faith...so far, only your three have proven completely loyal. Kira, you, and Rebecca..." Shirow whimpered at his masters words, licking his hand. Night ruffled the wolf's head. His depression was evident as he dragged his blade behind him. He stared at Selino, sleeping in an alcove. "....." [I]NIGHT![/I] The hunter whirled as Alender's voice echoed through his mind. [I]What? What is it?[/I] [I]My mistress Rebecca! She needs help! Please! She is injured![/I] "Damnit...Kira! Find Rebecca! Help her! Zet, stay here and guard Selino with the other hunters!" Phoenix walked into the ruins, but Night grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him along. "Your coming with me!" Phoenix struggled for a moment, but Night slammed him against the wall. He brought his face close up. "The only reason why I havent killed you yet is because you may still have a shred of your former self left! How dare you act in such a way to Zet!" With that, the hunter whirled off to the city.

"What doesn't matter?" Jake smiled up at Beth from the grass, staring at her upside down. His eyes were half closed, indicating that he had just woken up. She stared at him for a moment. "Uh, nothing. I was just talking to myself." He rotated his body till he was laying on his stomach, and his left arm twitched as she spoke "Ohhh...I love your accent...soothing." he muttered to himself. He rose up onto his feet, and found he was much taller then her. "Talking to yourself? Ive done that before. But I always lose the argument." "How do you lose?" "How do I win?" She stared at him, obviously confused. He stretched again, falling flat on his back with a thud. His smile never left his face as he kept eye contact. He liked her. She was easy to talk with. And he couldnt get over that accent. "Im Jake. Your Beth, right? I've seen you around." His eyes spotted her sketchbook, and he sat up on his elbows. "You draw? Can I see some of your art?" "Uh..." "Cmon! If you show me yours, I'll show you mine." He reached into the bag and pulled out a red sketchbook about the size of his chest. He grinned up at her from the grass in a friendly manner. ---- ((Methuselah, if you want me to alter my post in any way, PM me and let me know.))

Viper moved up the stairwell, heading up first because of his natural tendency to shoot all over the place. If the others were ahead, and a guard appeared, he would probably shoot them in the back on accident. He moved swiftly, never lowering his guns. The chaff gave him a...tingly feeling all over. He moved upwards a few levels at a time, aware of the others right behind him. He saw several cameras, but so far the chaff was keeping them occupied. He paused at the next level, waiting for the others to catch up. He turned to panther. "Chief, three guards up there. Two armed with FAMAS, looks like the third may have some stun grenades. Should I take them out, or would you like to initiate a more cowar-I mean, quieter approach?" He was purposefully mocking his preference for stealth, but he did it so often, he doubted if Panther even noticed anymore. Viper checked his guns, waiting for commands. He may not get along with his superiors, but none of them could doubt his skill and value. "You should probably make your mind up quickly, as the chaff will wear out, and we're under a camera." "Are there any up there?" Viper dodged his head out, then whipped it back. "Cant get a clear view, but looks like its clean."

Night walked away from the prone Selino. He had hidden his friend in an alcove, and made Shirow stay to protect him. He walked back to the others, but took a fearful glance back. He turned to his remaining hunters. Phoenix, Zet, Kira, Rebecca, and a handful of others. Totaling twenty, it was a pretty pathetic force. He sighed, kneeling and staring at the ground. He waited for a few minutes before rising back up, his face expressionless. "Boru has staged a coup. He went against the shadow lords, thats the only reason Cold would be there...this is good, since he thinks we're not nearly as big a threat as they are..." "What are you planning?" "I plan on killing them all. But we need more information on what their plans are. There are several skirmishes for the city. We can hold the ruins of Raglad easily, but we need many more hunters. Raglad is where we will bunker down. Rebecca, Kira. You two can fly, so do some scouting around the city. I want to know how many skirmishes, where demons are entrenched, everything. Phoenix, Zet. You two go into the city with the rest of the hunters and evacuate any civilians. Anyone who looks like they may be useful in the fight, offer them a chance to join us. I'll go secure Raglad." "Last Haven..." Night turned. Selino had muttered the words, staring at the hunters. Night walked over. "What?" "Raglad is no name for a fort...call it...Last Haven..." Night smiled before turning back to the hunters. He nodded. "Go. We have very little time before they decide to kill us. We're a thorn in their sides, and I plan on twisting. When you finish the job, meet up with me at Rag...Last Haven." ----------- Boru sat on the bloodstained altar of the church. He had just claimed it as his new throne room. Seora and Kara walked up. Boru pointed to Kara. "Your eager to fight the half breed again, arent you?" She nodded, remembering the duel in the church with Rebecca and Lisette. "Then go. Hunt her down. Seora, I have a different plan for you." "What do you wish my lord?" "I want you to protect my new weapon. She is currently in the city, dealing with the shadow lords' minions. Lead a battalion of demons, and do not let her out of sight. Dont let her die Seora, she's worth more then any of my minions combined." Seora bowed, carefully concealing the rage. "I will do as you ask, my lord." Boru leaned back, smiling smugly. Things were going very well indeed.

Jake leapt down the front stairs, smiling broadly. He waved to a few strangers who were in his class before performing a little jig. Nothing of any particular interest had happened today, but he was in his usual cheerful mood. Almost unnatural at how happy he could get over nothing in particular. He raised his bag over his head, his trim stomach showing from the hawaiian print shirt he wore. He walked onto the grass. He had the rest of the day ahead of him, since he had finished all his work in the library. Finding a large tree, he front flipped in a smooth arc and landed straight on his back with a thud, legs sprawled in front of him. His bag landed with a flop next to him and he smiled up at the sky. He shut his eyes, placing one arm loosely on his bag, before deciding to take a nap before heading back to his dorm. "Eh...screw work for today. Its just too good to do anything of any real importance!" He breathed deeply before settling into his nap.

((Lets get out of the desert then...)) ------- [I]This is...nice...[/I] Von smiled broadly as he continued to walk. He made idle chit chat with everyone as they continued, but never let go of Ciarra's hand. ----*two days later*---- They set foot in St. Helga, which was little more then a small town. A small, deserted town. Von looked around, thinking hard. "...should...should I remember this place? It seems so...familiar, but I cant place it..." The houses were in disrepair, and nothing looked alive. Von tried to open a door, but found it locked. Halas looked at him. "Well, cant get in there anyways." Von smashed his fist through the wood, unlocking the door. He stepped in, breathing in the musty smell of rotting wood. He rummaged through a few things before turning to the others. "See if you can find anything of use to us. Weapons, food, water, weapons, did I mention weapons? Something isnt right with this place..." Von moved up a flight of stairs. A few bumpings were heard as he moved around, followed by a loud crash. He fell back down the steps, landing in a jumble at the bottom. "Ooooohh...damn...rotting wood...watch your step by the way..."

Boru watched with satisfaction as she burned through the Acolytes. He saw several, alongside Cold, dissapear from sight. It didnt matter. He had a new weapon that was ten times more deadly then any his enemies owned. But it was...difficult to control at this point. Experimental to put it bluntly. "Very good Ziarre. I am impressed. However, you lack one thing..." She turned, glaring at him. His claws gripped her throat in a flash, lifting her high. She lashed out, but he tightened his grip. She felt her strength drain. Boru was still smiling. "You lack respect for the one who gave you this power! You lack obedience to your new master! If you dont want to be my minion, then crawl back to your hunters. See if they wish to take you back. But wait, you cant. You betrayed them!" He dropped her. She coughed, kneeling. Rath snarled, but was halted by the pain of broken ribs. Boru leaned down, gripping her chin and pushing her up so that their eyes met. "Remember Ziarre. I gave you this power, and unless you obey my every command, I will take it away and kill you! No...I'll give you to the hunters. My impression is they wont show much mercy to a traitor. Do you understand? Would you like to be weak again?" --------- Night dashed through the woods, hauling an injured Selino. The other hunters streamed through the trees behind him. He finally slowed to a stop, and the others gathered around him. He fell to his knees, laying Selino down gently. "Damn...damn damn damn..." "Sir Night?" "Zia...Ziarre has betrayed us. The demons have taken Sierra Mansion...I cant ask you to stay by my side anymore. Its a death wish. I give you a choice..." The hunter stood, lifting his aged servant with him. He walked a few feet to the north. He turned to the gathering. "Those of you who wish to live...head south to the city. Forget your duties, and live your lives. You will not be thought of as cowards. Those of you who...who wish to fight by my side...follow me. We go to the slums, to recover...to avenge..." The hunter turned, heading to the slums with Selino and Shirow. Several hunters turned around and headed south.

I never wanted to do something so horrible again, so I quit. I couldnt get it out of my head for three years, and youd be surprised at how such a short amount of time can drag on. I never really felt human after that. So yeah, your right in that I shouldnt have done that, and your right in that I can never make amends, but you shouldve seen what he did to her. In my eyes, he deserved every blow. And the street fights had rules to, so its not that hard to believe actually. We didnt go to extremes or anything. We just fought for the money. Kind of sickening really.