Niceandbrutal
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Los Angeles. The city of angels. That moniker had never failed to amuse Marcus Kane. It wasn't the faux ironic amusement of a distant middle class laughing at a city filled with ravenous predators in the form of agents, businessmen and lawyers. It was, rather, the wry bitter amusement of a survivor of its streets, an alpha predator in his own right.
Marcus was on top of his immediate foodchain, but he wasn't successful in Los Angeles by any stretch of the imagination. He was homeless, with all the other homeless and street persons fearing him. Dark stories about Marcus Kane circulated. He'd had special Army training, some said. He was just loco and best avoided, others said. The fact was that no-one that crossed Marcus Kane lived to tell the tale. But no-one came out and said what everyone knew in their heart of hearts: Marcus Kane was, literally, a beast.
He'd had uneasy dreams and outright nightmares in his youth about hunts and savagely tearing apart prey. Come puberty, and his father had started locking Marcus inside the basement during full moons. Marcus remembered little of those early nights other than a searing pain before unconsciousness set in. He awoke the next morning in a thrashed room with scratch marks on the walls and the door. And Marcus knew what he was, as his father had known all along. As soon as Marcus told of his dreams, his father knew that the curse of the Kanes wasn't extinguished.
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The back alley in South Central was one of his favourite haunts. It was dark and long, with many alcoves to give shelter from prying eyes and the occasional wind and rain. He chose to sleep in wolf form most of the nights as his enhanced senses would trigger him if danger was close. People could pass by him and not see him, and if they did they'd more often than not mistake him for a dog.
Tonight was different, though. There was an electricity in the air affecting him and, judging by the sounds and smells, others as well. Dimly aware of two men jacked up on speed walking down the alley, Marcus was distracted by the hint of a sound he'd never heard the like of. It was as if background noises suddenly melted into a choral rendition of order from chaos. It ended in a rushing popping sound, and a scent of sweet flowers and purity filled Marcus' entire being, making him weep with a longing he'd never before been aware of.
It took him a moment to register the beautiful female form lying a few yards in front of him. The two men on speed seemed quicker on the uptake. Pheromones washed off them in filthy waves as their bodies reacted to the sight of the naked woman in the alley, intruding on the otherworldly scent that had sent Marcus into a rapturous longing. And Marcus knew there would be trouble. They hadn't seen him lying in the shadows. They were advancing towards the woman who seemed to be confused beyond measure.
"Don't worry honey. We'll take reeal good care of you," one of the men said in a raspy voice, thick with lust. The other man chortled evilly. "She doesn't look to be 'all there', but damn she's fine! I go first. Hold her down!" The first man moved to take hold of her arms while the other grabbed her legs. Marcus stalked out of the shadows, a huge shaggy beast with fangs, claws and angry yellow eyes. He crouched down and pounced on the man going for her legs.
Marcus was on top of his immediate foodchain, but he wasn't successful in Los Angeles by any stretch of the imagination. He was homeless, with all the other homeless and street persons fearing him. Dark stories about Marcus Kane circulated. He'd had special Army training, some said. He was just loco and best avoided, others said. The fact was that no-one that crossed Marcus Kane lived to tell the tale. But no-one came out and said what everyone knew in their heart of hearts: Marcus Kane was, literally, a beast.
He'd had uneasy dreams and outright nightmares in his youth about hunts and savagely tearing apart prey. Come puberty, and his father had started locking Marcus inside the basement during full moons. Marcus remembered little of those early nights other than a searing pain before unconsciousness set in. He awoke the next morning in a thrashed room with scratch marks on the walls and the door. And Marcus knew what he was, as his father had known all along. As soon as Marcus told of his dreams, his father knew that the curse of the Kanes wasn't extinguished.
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The back alley in South Central was one of his favourite haunts. It was dark and long, with many alcoves to give shelter from prying eyes and the occasional wind and rain. He chose to sleep in wolf form most of the nights as his enhanced senses would trigger him if danger was close. People could pass by him and not see him, and if they did they'd more often than not mistake him for a dog.
Tonight was different, though. There was an electricity in the air affecting him and, judging by the sounds and smells, others as well. Dimly aware of two men jacked up on speed walking down the alley, Marcus was distracted by the hint of a sound he'd never heard the like of. It was as if background noises suddenly melted into a choral rendition of order from chaos. It ended in a rushing popping sound, and a scent of sweet flowers and purity filled Marcus' entire being, making him weep with a longing he'd never before been aware of.
It took him a moment to register the beautiful female form lying a few yards in front of him. The two men on speed seemed quicker on the uptake. Pheromones washed off them in filthy waves as their bodies reacted to the sight of the naked woman in the alley, intruding on the otherworldly scent that had sent Marcus into a rapturous longing. And Marcus knew there would be trouble. They hadn't seen him lying in the shadows. They were advancing towards the woman who seemed to be confused beyond measure.
"Don't worry honey. We'll take reeal good care of you," one of the men said in a raspy voice, thick with lust. The other man chortled evilly. "She doesn't look to be 'all there', but damn she's fine! I go first. Hold her down!" The first man moved to take hold of her arms while the other grabbed her legs. Marcus stalked out of the shadows, a huge shaggy beast with fangs, claws and angry yellow eyes. He crouched down and pounced on the man going for her legs.
