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Alias Kane

"Be quiet. I'm saving your life. And, don't ask why. I'm not quite sure myself."

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a character in “Call of Pandora”, as played by Klockwork0reo

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Neither bathed in light, nor immersed in shadow, they stand between the forces, ready to hinder, willing to help.

Description

Image X X X X X XAlias KaneX X X X X X
Names: "Alias Kane" or "John Locke"
Nicknames: "Phoenix" or "Fire-spitter"

Age: Mid/Early-30s

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Demisexual

Ethnicity: British/French
Appearance: He often wears a slim black suit, adorned with a red tie. He is also capable of changing his guise to blend into environments, but typically goes without one. He has short, black hair, blue eyes, and a well-built body.


ImageX X X X XStrenghts
⚜XIncredibly well versed in most types of small
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⚜XBranded with a Signet upon his left arm.
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⚜XProficient in hand-to-hand combat. Trained
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⚜XExcells at bypassing security, usually by a
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⚜XRather terrible at calming people with words.


⚜XEmotions can often get the better of him,
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⚜XCan often get narrow-minded or tunnel
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⚜XSeems overconfident in his abilities, even
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Personality

Alias is the definition of a Mercenary. He has a cold emotionless exterior, and always finds himself needing more cash. But, his heart of stone doesn't prevent him from forming bonds, as his friend Vix has shown. To the friends he does have, he is fiercely loyal, willing to jump in front of bullets for them. He acts a protector often. On assignments, he often fights as a harbinger for the faction he's allied with, jumping out in front and taking down as many can. He tends to ignore injuries, showing excellent mental fortitude. But, no matter which side he is aiding, he is always certain to try and keep bystanders safe.



History

Kane grew up as a foster child, but lost connection to them early on in his life. His adoptive father, Nikolai, was an army general that fought for the U.S in the Vietnam War, but died shortly afterwards returning from his third combat tour. While he was in school, he was an average student, and seemed to be the one who kept the bullies in line. However, after one particularly nasty encounter, the headmaster gave him a choice; go to jail, or enlist in the military. Kane chose the latter, and joined the Army.

John L., the name on his military records, rose to the rank of U.S. Army Sergeant First Class, having served as an infantryman, Ranger, Special Forces Soldier ("Red Beret"), and Operator in the Combat Application Group "Delta Force". He is listed by the Army as M.I.A. and most of his military history is labeled as REDACTED, and is stricken from military records. Over the nine years of his service, he served four short tours and one long tour of duty, including service in Afghanistan and Iraq. He was promoted to the rank of Sergeant for his commendable bravery, and adaptability.

He decides to leave the army, falling into an old vacation home he buys out in France. However, just as he's settling in, he's contracted by a small Mercenary group. He decides to join up, in order to keep paying off his new lifestyle. But, after a year of his operations, he slips into a slight case that involves him hunting a female thief, who seemingly has the ability to teleport. He kills her, but not before realizing that she did have some type of magical ability. Shortly after her death, the Enclave calls him, telling him he had a debt that needed to be paid off. He takes their offer, and joins up with them, learning about Pandora's Box, and it's artifacts.

So begins...

Alias Kane's Story

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Character Portrait: Alias Kane Character Portrait: Ormand LeFey
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"This can't be good. . ."
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Alias Kane
Hex Code: #8B0000
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Alias hung up the phone. He hadn't wanted to answer, still wish he didn't. To say it was comparable to any of his other usual calls would have earned a laugh. This one was different, and he didn't like nearly anything about it.

It was a simple job, offered to him by a secretary in the Order. Alias had never liked simple jobs, it always meant they were hiding something. But she never explained what was so simple about the job, nor any details of the job itself, and only said that her employer would like to have him over for dinner. She was all to happy to reveal his name. When she told him, Alias nearly dropped the phone.

Ormand LeFey.

He was talking to someone working for LeFey, the rather secretive, yet illustrious leader of the Order. Even for someone of his skill, Alias had never spoken directly to many people in power, it was often a secretary, or better yet, a member within the Enclave would find someone for the job. When it came to the Order and the Council, they would often leave it to the Enclave to decide whom was best suited for the job, as it kept things simple, and nobody was ever really sure who was delivering the blow.

Which is why it came as such a surprise to hear that the leader of the Order, not only wished to speak with him, but "would be more than delighted to have you over for dinner." were her exact words. It was all just a little unnerving. They must be planning something big, and nearby, for them to be this insistent of who carried out the job, and wanted to make it official enough, to even call him over and speak to him, face to face.

It all still felt horribly wrong, somehow. Alias wasn't even supposed to be here much longer, he was mainly here to aid one of his better and only friends, Vix on a little mission he'd been assigned in the city. They were scheduled to leave tomorrow, and each of them already had a plane ticket. How would LeFey even have known he was in the city? And why him specifically? But the secretary had listed off a payment number so large, he was forced to at least consider it.

While common sense, and nearly every other little alarm bell in his mind went off and screamed at him to ignore, or even refuse the offer, one stayed silent. The money was just too good. With an amount like that, he could likely retreat back into his vacation home, pay off his debts to the Enclave, and be free of it all.

So, he checked his clothes, making sure he looked his best, and grabbed the phone. Sending off a quick, secured text to Vix about the details so far, Alias left the small hotel room he had been staying at, and made sure he had some form of protection.

The light's had dimmed. The 'meeting' had taken place just before sunset, with the guise as dinner. However, Alias found it best not to eat, especially after he learned the details of his mission. The secretary hadn't lied to him, it was a simple job, hardly even a heist, and nothing that required a member of the Enclave.

LeFey had contracted him to bypass the security in the old Museum, several blocks down from the rather famous and overshadowing Natural History Museum, and find a certain artifact. He was supposed to either steal the contents of the artifact itself, or simply mark it so that another operative could do so soon, and the artifact would remain easily found. However, they never mentioned exactly what the artifact was, only that it was isolated in room 705b.

Even after expressing only a fraction of his concern, LeFey gave him permission to choose a secondary operative to shadow him, along with his personal secretary Vivian. He then promised his associate, whomever he should choose, a fair amount of money as well, so long as they completed the mission, and delivered the goods to them. Then after some slight consideration, Alias Kane accepted the job, owing half of his concern to the strange aloof behavior that surrounded the man, and explaining the rest away on just pure luck. He knew exactly who he was going to call as his associate, one that may have actually worked with Vivian in the past.

Vix Bonaparte, an old friend of his, would be perfect for the job. He was not only one of the only other Enclave members in the city, but was also one of the very few members of the human race, who used to work for the Order, but is now making a living elsewhere. His reasons for leaving changed depending on the day you asked, so Alias stopped asking altogether. Vix was also one of those few people in the world that seemed to maintain his cool, no matter what he was doing. Not only would he do the job, but he'd do it smoking a cigarette, and leave just enough time to have a breather on the balcony.

Besides all that, there was another reason Alias wanted him there. He used to work for the Order, so he'd hopefully be able to keep just a few paces ahead of them. He just needed to find his friend, and fill him in on the details.

LeFey had only given him a single day to find himself an associate, and then ordered them both to meet Vivian just a few blocks away at a local cafe, where they could then instruct him from outside the building. It sounded like Vivian was mainly there only to be sure they delivered, and would likely be more than happy to leave them behind once they finished the job.

Finally returning back to his small hotel room, Alias pulled out his phone. He stared at it a moment longer, then dialed Vix's number.

"Hey, Vix?"

"I've got a job for us."

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"I still don't like this at all."
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The meeting had been a quick one.

Alias and Vix arrived at a local cafe, ordered a small meal, taking a seat at one of the outside tables. In a city like New York, privacy is always found in the public. It was exactly at the appointed time when Vivian pulled up a chair. She quickly informed the two of the plan, slid a small chip across the table, and took Vix to some unseen corner she had previously prepared for the operation.

Alias began walking towards the Museum, passing through the crowds unnoticed in his professional attire. By the time he stood on the grand front steps, Vix's voice cut into the small earpiece he wore. "Hey, Kane, I know this is a grand museum and all, but you don't need to linger on the front steps. Just get us in, and out."

Tracking my movements now, Vix? I thought you trusted me more than that."

"Don't be so sensitive, we're reading the location of the tracking chip Vivian here gave you. Once you locate whatever the hell is in that room, you slap that baby on."

"I thought I was going to steal it?"

"Uh, yeah. I've been told that the artifact may be too big to steal. So, you're dropping the chip on it."

"Just get me to this damn room already."


Alias walked through the museum, taking his time, looking at the exhibits. Blending in, but also hoping for some kind of clue as to what he was getting, and why the Order seemed to want it. Unfortunately, the route Vix was giving him led him out of the way of their newest exhibit, and towards the back staff-only entrance. One of the final rooms he was lead into was sparsely populated with a few civilians. He briskly walked to the end of the room, tapping the only security guard on the shoulder. "Sir, someone's trying to mess with one of the exhibits in that room over there."

The guard looked alarmed, then walked off. As soon as he had disappeared from view, Alias tripped the lock, and walked into the hall beyond the staff only door. Following Vix's instructions, he was led down into a basement, and before too long, he stood directly in front of the door that supposedly held the artifact.

He wasted no time, punching in the code to keypad. Yet the door remained firmly shut. Checking over his shoulder, he made sure the hall was still clear, and he rammed his shoulder into the box, exposing the wiring beneath the keys. Quickly bypassing the system, the light went green, and the door clicked open.

But just as soon as the door unlocked, the sound of tentative footsteps approached from behind. Cursing under his breath, he activated his amulet, and leaped to the side, vanishing in the shadows.


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Catherine walked throughout the halls of the museum, lazily strolling through the dimmed lights and illuminated displays. Her friend, Tyler had left her, running off to help out her uncle at his storefront. She likely wouldn't be gone long, and Catherine was more than content enough to simply wait it out, and stare at the ancient art and sculptures.

Not too long after she had entered one of the far-flung wings of the museum, immersing herself in the beauty of past civilizations, a well-dressed man, roughly in his 30's walked into the room, passing her, and the few other people in the room. He made a beeline directly for the security guard, whispering into his ear, and pointing off towards where he had come. The guard looked concerned, thanked the man, and jogged off. Catherine's eyes followed the man, watching him pace past and vanish around the corner.

When her eyes traveled back towards the man, he was gone, and the 'staff-only' door clicked shut. The words "thief" echoed throughout her mind. She could chase after the guard, but this man was clearly a professional, and wouldn't take long. She walked past the other couple in the room, telling them to inform the security guard when he returned. With those final parting words, she followed him through the unlocked staff door.

The door led into a hallway, dim, and cool. To her left was another row of doors, likely offices, and to her right, a staircase, with a sign labeled "storage". She began to take a step forwards, then hesitated. She was chasing after a man who could very well be dangerous. Immediately, her friend Tyler popped into her mind. While Catherine wasn't a fighter, Tyler certainly was, and would've continued without a break in pace. Mustering her confidence, she continued down the stairs, trying her absolute best to be quiet. Unfortunately, her black converse weren't exactly the stealthiest of shoe atop the polished tile stairs.

When she reached the end of the stairwell, another hallway greeted her. Knowing it could be any of them, she kept walking slowly, looking at each door for signs of recent entry. It wasn't until she had already passed several doors, that she heard the muffled sounds of crumpling metal, and an electrical buzz. Picking up her pace, Catherine walked past the next turn in the hall. She looked towards the source of the noise, but saw nothing.

The door was still closed, and nobody was nearby. However, the metal covering of the keypad lay on the ground, bent in the center. The internal workings of the security box were visible, and the small LED atop the box was lit green. The door was unlocked. Adopting Tyler's persona again, Catherine walked forwards, stepping through the unlocked door ready to confront the the thief.

Only whispers greeted her. She was in another darkened room, only bright white lights pointed in from the ceiling, illuminating some strange artifact that sat on the table before her. A large, golden box, engraved with figures of beasts and sigils, all decoratively pouring out from golden eye in the center of one of the sides. It was truly magnificent. The box was roughly the size of a large dog, and seemed to glow, not of the light directed at it, but in it's own, darkened way. Whispers seemed to dance throughout the room, sending ice through Catherine's veins, and clouding her mind with desires.

The thief forgotten, she stepped towards the Box, bumping into a small metal table. The table rattled a large disk shape, engraved into a hand, with eerie, almost key-like teeth jutting from the palm sat on the table. Next to it sat a small slip of paper. "Janus' Key". The whispers, resonating from the box grew louder, urging her to pick up the key. Catherine, without thinking grabbed the key with her left-hand. Growing louder still, the whispers permeated Catherine's head, and her very being. It felt so natural to listen, so right to obey their commands. Taking another step forwards, she outstretched her arm, bringing the Key closer to the Box. The box reacted, deep purple sparks of energy clashing with red, as it seemed to breathe with a life of it's own.

Catherine took the final step, plunging the Key into the Box.

And the whispers stopped. The voices left her mind, and the energy ceased to drip from the Box. But, the hand print atop the key glowed with a sinister light, dancing between purples, blues, and reds. She didn't hesitate, placing her hand against the front of the Box. It felt wonderful, like touching a warm, smooth stone, that seemed to shiver with energy.

Then the Box began to move. The front of the Box produced two golden plates, each with a semi-circle cut out of the edges near her hand. Before Catherine could pull away, the two sides closed around her wrist, leaving only a small portion of the backside of her hand visible. For a second, she was left to wildly pull at her arm, trying to free herself from her suddenly unwelcoming prison.

Just as Catherine stopped struggling, she felt something sharp push towards her palm, then slowly pierce her skin. Pain burned outwards from her hand, as the blade burrowed deeper, forcing itself completely through her palm. Blood and light seemed to fall from the blade, as something like electricity coursed through her veins. She cried out in pain, thrashing as the odd purple energy heated her hand until it glowed, and her sweatshirt on her arm began to burn away.

The pain became unbearable, as visions and whispers of fire and lightning dancing beneath her skin tormented her. The blade stopped glowing, and slowly began to retreat from her hand. Leaving Catherine free to fall to the ground, the blood from her wound seemed to seep into the golden skin of the Box, as it began to glow, sparks of energy dancing between it's tip and corners. Catherine cradled her hand on the floor, feeling the blood lift from her arm, and flow through the air towards the violently glowing Box. Her hand glowed with the unique energy of the Box, an intricate design seemed to be burned into her hand. She looked up towards the box, now an imposing figure on it's pedestal, glowing, pulsating with energy.

The sparks grew bigger, all converging on the top of the Box. Then, a spear of purple and red energy lanced out from the top, slamming into the ceiling. The ceiling cracked, the fissures in the ceiling glowing hot with the energy. The beam of energy and light flared, and a jolt of energy lashed out at Catherine.

The last thing she saw was fire.


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Alias Kane slowly retreated from the shadows, looking down the hallway. Whomever it was that had come this way, must've left him behind, somehow not noticing the damaged keypad near the door. Looking back at the door, it was now slightly open, strange lights radiating from the room beyond. Before he had time to reach the door, the entire building shook, and a fierce light exploded from the room. Throwing open the door, Alias saw a girl, lying on the floor, her hand burning in a dark purple color. His gaze trailed upwards, and he saw an ornate, golden box, pouring whispers and beams of light from it's top. A second bolt of energy was loosed from the first, landing at the girl's feet, staining the floor back. Not waiting a second longer, Alias jumped into the room, scooping up the girl on the floor. The box glowed again, firing another bolt of purple-red energy at them. Unable to move fast enough, Alias held up his hand to protect the girl in his arms.

The light made contact, burning his flesh and leaving him in excruciating pain. Alias didn't stand much longer, he ran from the room, heading back down the hall. A frantic voice in his ear broke him from his frenzy.

"Kane! What is happening in there! There was a huge earthquake centered on the museum, and now the whole building is on fire!"

Vix, where's Vivian?"

"She's gone! She made a run for it as soon as the earthquake hit! What happened?"

"The Artifact was Pandora's Box, someone followed me inside, and now-"

[b]"Kane! I can't hear you anymore, you've cut out. You've got to get out of there. Find your way outside, I'm across the street!"


As Alias reached the top of the stairs, another tremor shook the building, a bright orange light passing over the walls, cracking them as it went. He pressed on, kicking through the staff door, another glowing quake splintering the floor beneath him, fire beginning to lick through the cracks. He kept running, finding most of the main paths blocked by rubble or fire. Other people were running as well, caught in the panic.

Alias stopped, pausing before the main chamber of the museum, running into security guards directing people towards the exits, trying to stay calm themselves. Just as he began to step into the room, the room shook violently, a large crack beginning to form in the center of the room. It leaked fire and energy, opening up to allow a large red and blue pillar of light to flow through, slamming against the ceiling, and smashing through it. Beneath them, Alias knew Pandora's Box lie just beneath the crater, and he quickly backed up. Those already in the main chamber were swept up into the air, and pulled towards the beam, spiraling around it before being burned alive when brought too close. Screams of panic and horror filled the air as the column of energy flared again, sending jolts out that pierced walls and impaled civilians.

Running down an adjacent hallway, Alias found the wall towards his left beginning to crumble, just beyond it lie gravity well caused by the Box. Sprinting down towards the end of the hall, he just barely made it to the door when the wall caved inwards, giving way to the power of Pandora's Box.

"My God, Alias! What is that beam? Get out of there, NOW!"

Not waiting to be told a second time, Alias turned down several more halls, narrowly avoiding the destruction being caused by the Box. Fires and lightning kept lancing outwards from the beam, closing passages and destroying hallways. The tremors continued, knocking parts of the building down, and igniting others. Finding a way towards a side exit, Alias ran through, leaping over a hall of fire and lightning that licked his clothes as he passed. The girl in his arms was lightly burned, but otherwise okay.

He finally let up as he passed through an arch, allowing him sight of the sky. The beam of energy from the Box curled upwards into the sky, twisting through a layer of black clouds. As he watched, the energy sparked, and a shockwave of red light exploded outwards, tearing down on the city. It passed through every street, lashing out bolts of energy at cars, causing small explosions, and people, burning them. The wave turned into a storm, as more shockwaves rippled out from the sky.

"Kane, get away from the Museum! Hurry!"

Alias stopped standing still, running down the flight of stairs, as the second shockwave tore what was left of the building apart. Just as he reached the streets, the red light passed over him. Nothing happened. He was fine. He looked up at the street, crowded with cars, fires sparsely dotting the streets. Small patches of energy seemed to hang in the air, left behind from the initial wave. Then time seemed to slow as the patches of energy shaped, forming bone, muscle, flesh, fur, and feathers. Suddenly, a Griffon stood atop the car, it wasting no time spearing it's beak into the window, dragging out the driver.

Alias didn't have much time to stay shocked, as another bolt of energy leaped out, caving the ground beneath his feet. The street fell in, and he was left sitting, cradling the girl. Quickly clambering back up towards the street, he ran as parts of other buildings and cars fell around him, destroyed by the energy storm ripping across the city.

"Kane, I'm cut off from the Museum, I'm taking the car over to the next block. Meet me there!"

Not bothering to respond, Alias ran towards the nearest building, a decimated coffee shop. As he neared the front entrance, a griffon flew overhead, dropping a taxi cab it had been carrying, landing just several feet behind Alias, and skidding into the rubble. Inside the shop, the situation wasn't better, fire covered the walls, and smoke choked his lungs. But it was safe from the monsters that had sprung up from the Box, so the temporary solace would have to do.

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Alias stayed crouched in the small, burning cafe. He still cradled the girl in his arms, and she showed no sign of waking. Her arm still had a few light spots of blood, and would occasionally glow in an odd purple light. Besides that, she seemed fine. Just a sleeping child.

His thoughts were interrupted when the cafe shook again, raining dust down on his head. Just as the dust settled, a large man dressed in a old, thick jacket walked through the doorway. The massive man carried a blade and a gun, and seemed more than comfortable holding both. When their eyes connected, he began speaking. Unfortunately it was in Polish. Alias' Polish had been rusty before, but in this situation, it was almost nonexistent. The only words Alias managed to catch were "< I am Jan! Are you alone? >"

"Jan, we need to move. My arms are full, I hope you can keep them off me." Then, standing up he added, "We need to get to the next-"

A griffon dropped through the window, sending glass everywhere. It held a squirming body of a businessman in its beak, and whether it he was from within the shop or not didn't really matter anymore, as the only separation they had, the wall-length glass window, was now broken to pieces with an angry flock of griffons just outside.

"Jan move!" Alias ran for the other end of the shop, dodging past several upturned tables and large pieces of rubble. The other end of the shop was in the same state of ruin as the first, but it was notably further from the griffon that had just invited itself for a free meal. Not stopping at the door, Alias reared back, and kicked at the bent metal frame as hard as he could. The door fell off it's hinges and Alias didn't bother looking back before running through.

Outside of the shop, things were worse. Much worse. Griffons still dominated the skies, flying between buildings, snatching up people, and tossing about cars and anything else not nailed down. Cars still littered the street, clustered together and pushed about to form long, winding narrow paths in between the abandoned wreaks. Only hoping Jan was behind him, and able to employ the same tactic, Alias ducked down, keeping his head below the roofs of the cars. Another griffon flew overhead, narrowly missing Alias' head.

Turning past an abandoned yellow taxi, he stopped. Another red wave was bearing down upon the city. It was much faster than the first, reaching the ground in mere moments, tossing cars around once more, nearly crushing him and the girl between the taxi and a red sedan.

He took off again, running past a young man, only for him to get grabbed and hauled into the sky. Spotting a rather pristine flatbed truck ahead of them, he began running towards it, hoping to find cover within, when the truck moved. It jumped, skittered, and twitched. It sparked, and lashed out small bolts of more energy to the nearby cars. The other cars began sparking, and quickly skittered towards the truck, clumping together. Soon more cars and vehicles started picking up, flying over the truck and landing against a faint amalgamation of rubble and cars. The truck soon fell, and like leaves caught in a storm, picked up from the ground, and flew back to a huge roughly human creature. The creature was the size of a building, and stood hunched over, it's massive arms barely dragging on the ground. It had cars and sections of buildings jutting out from it randomly, and as it moved, metal bent, concrete shattered, and plating tore.

The golem walked slowly down the street, each step caving in sections of the road. It turned, diverging into an alley, forcing it's way through the buildings as more rubble and cars followed the creature's path of destruction. With the street suddenly clear, Alias was forced to follow the golem, heading into one of the broken buildings. Water mains were broken, electrical wiring exposed, and vents gaped out of the side of the building, but it was the only safe haven from the griffons.

But before he could clear the distance, a griffon fell to the ground, tearing a path through the pavement as it skidded to the ground. It was clearly wounded, but even after having fallen, it's powerful body twitched, and stood back up. The griffon looked dazed for a moment, before turning towards Alias. Still holding the girl from the museum, he could only hope Jan was behind him, or perhaps something even scarier than that.

He was disarmed, standing before a creature that wouldn't hesitate to kill him.

The griffon roared, and lunged.

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Catherine opened her eyes.

She couldn't believe them. She was lying down in the middle of a street, desecrated with rubble and bodies. Fires scattered between broken buildings, an old ruined reminder of a city she seemingly only faintly recognized. She didn't have time to focus on the land as a much more frightening sight stared her down.

A massive creature, with the powerful body of a lion and head of an eagle stared at her, roaring. The griffon, reared back only to cry out in pain. A gunshot rang out, blood shooting from it's eye, beginning to stain it's stone gray plumage. It squawked again, turning towards the source of the shot.

A man in a lightly tattered suit stood, hunched over a fallen cop. It was the man from the museum, -The museum. It all came back to her at once. The man, the museum, the light. . . the box.

"Don't just lay there! Run!" His words were followed with him leaping over a small concrete barricade, taking another shot at the griffon, and tearing off into a ruined alleyway.

The griffon gave chase, flapping its powerful wings, pressing up against the buildings. Catherine picked herself up, turning to look away from the monster. Behind her, a small opening led down a set of stairs, to a heavy metal doorway. Whatever the hell was happening here, she felt that it would be safer to both be below ground, and on the other side of that door.

She ran towards the door, not bothering to look back. She tripped and stumbled over a pile of rubble, and she could hear the griffon behind her divert it's attention back to her. She threw on as much speed as she could. The sound of it's powerful body leaping closer and closer, it's beak snapping closer and closer behind her. She reached the open doorway throwing herself inside, feeling the beak snap just behind her neck.

Flipping around, she saw the griffon trying to force it's head through the door. She pulled herself backwards, raising an arm in defense. Her forearm began to glow. The griffon's head pressed closer. The glow intensified, flashing as a bolt of pure energy, lancing out to the griffon. It recoiled immediately roaring back in pain. Catherine took the moment to leap up, slamming the heavy door closed, latching it shut just in time to hear low heavy thuds of an angry griffon desperately trying to get in.

Taking the moment of silence and calm, she fell back against the wall, looking down at her arm. In the center of her hand, burned through her palm and her skin were large black markings, almost matching the ones she saw on the golden box. She could feel something pulsing beneath her skin, it felt like fire and ice, twisting just under the surface.

She flexed her arm, pointing her palm towards a small pile of boxes.

Nothing happened.

Sighing, she lay there in the darkness. Trying to keep calm as the heavy realization of the destroyed world, her world, her home, and the thousands of lives lost.

"What the hell happened?"

Something was happening, not only to her, but to the world around her. And from the way things looked, it was gonna get a thousand times worse before it got any better.

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Catherine Deckard
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"What do you mean, 'don't worry'? It's been hours!"

Tyler's voice came through the phone. "Yeah, I know. I had forgotten my phone back at our apartment." She sounded exhausted.

"You're back at the apartment!?"

"No, not anymore. The place was crawling with... things."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. The skies over here were full of them."

"Where are you now?"

"Shut-away, in some old subway line or something. I didn't bother to get up, my body's been aching too much. Unlike you I don't have any family here to worry about."

"Had."

"What?"

"Had family. I was at my Uncle's shop when this all hit. He's gone Cath."

"Oh my god. . . I'm so sorry. Where are you now?"

"Holed-up in an old warehouse, just past that deli you got food-poisoning from."

"That's not a lot to go on, but I'll make my way there. Hopefully without running into anymore creatures."

"Hey Cath?"

"Yeah?"

"Stay safe."

The call ended.

Catherine stood up, stretching. The world outside was being reduced to rubble, yet she still felt oddly complacent. Maybe it was the shock, the adrenaline, the energy in her body, or all four, but up until the call from Tyler, she had been fairly content with lying in the grit and grime of the subway.

Reinvigorated with a sense of purpose, she set down the set of stairs before her, descending further into the darkness. Confused, she squinted in the darkness. She was certain she had at least seen some light down here before. But now, it was almost pitch. Reaching an old gate, she walked past the iron door, before tripping and falling to the ground.

Pushing herself up, she looked at what tripped her. In the low-light, all she could see was a rough, weirdly shaped black thing. Then, her eyes were drawn to a faint dim glow in the darkness. A flashlight pointing towards the floor. Snatching it, Catherine looked back only to stifle a scream.

The thing that had tripped her was a body. The burned and broken corpse of a fallen security guard. His body was completely charred in some places, burnt to a black husk. His face was twisted in a state of perpetual agony as he reached towards the door.

He had died escaping something.

Chilled, Catherine turned away from the man. Wherever she was, it had suffered from serious fire damage. The ground was burned away, and embers dimly burned around her. The landing was completely empty, save for the guard lying near the gate. Crossing the short distance to the wall, Catherine came to a map, planning her route towards the warehouse. Peering over the edge of the landing, she stared into the darkness, searching for the two pinpoints of light of a train.

Only darkness.

It wasn't a far drop down to the rails, but it was far enough to give Catherine pause. She hopped down onto the track, making sure to keep the flashlight in hand. Checking the sign back at the top of the platform, she set off into the darkness. The ground crunched beneath her footsteps, the evidence of fires grew more frequent, and despite the burning embers around her, she felt cold.

Another light tremor rattled through the tunnel. The sounds of falling dust gave way to a different sound; moving rock. It sounded like stones scraping together, and persisted until it began to sound like something clawing through concrete. Then, just at the edge of her vision, Catherine saw something. In the middle of the tunnel, directly before her lie a small crater, embers and coals glowing and burning around. The sound of cracking rock shook through the tunnel as deep jagged lines broke through the crater, and flames began to slither from the embers, glowing with a sinister flare in the darkness.

In the very center of the crater, the concrete shifted. Then it shuddered. And finally it exploded open, revealing a sleek black body with burning slits of fire for eyes erupting through the rock. In a matter of seconds, the head and body of the creature had emerged from the ground, looking almost canine.

The hound burst through the rest of the rock, sparking more flame from the embers. It had long, needle-like teeth, and seemed to smolder hatred. Catherine found herself unable to look away from the creature. Then it looked over at her. It gave a deep, guttural bark, and soon enough, more points of the crater began to start falling away.

The bark stirred Catherine from her stupor. With no other choice, she turned and ran back down the tunnel. Looking back, she saw several of the burning, black dogs, each running after her with impressive speed.

A second rumbling began in front of her. Looking back down the tunnel, she saw two pinpoints of light, rapidly speeding towards her. The ruble grew into a muted roar before shifting into an echoed screech of rails and roar of wind. The light from the oncoming train bathed Catherine as she ran directly for the side of the tunnel. A narrow walkway between the tracks and the wall raised up before her.

Leaping as high as she could, she quickly clambered up to the top of the walkway before the train rocketed past, obliterating the hellhounds.

When the train finally past, she looked back down on the tracks, to see several small burning spots of ash and ember. Only, a faint shimmer hung in the air around the burning piles. Soon, the disturbance began to spiral upwards, almost like a smoke, before crossing the distance of the tunnel, and drilling straight into her arm.

The marking burned into her hand glowed, as she felt the now almost familiar burn of electricity underneath her skin. She flinched, holding her arm out, waiting for something to happen. But nothing happened. No sparks, no light, nothing.

Sighing, she calmed herself, and began walking down the tunnel again. When she came to the crater, she found the train. It was demolished. Derailed from the crater, it lay in a burning crumpled mess. Nobody seemed to be left inside. Gingerly walking around, she traveled until she came to the next platform, where she crawled up and onto.

Then the sound of footsteps descending the down to the subway pierced through the eerie silence.

The steps were quick, and in no time at all, a figure emerged from the light of the staircase.

It was the man from the museum.

"Hey kid. You alright?"