20 years ago. That’s when it happened.

The earth was the victim of a madman’s ambition and dreams of evolution and the rebirth of the human race into a higher plane of existence.

And because of it, literally half of the earth was destroyed, stripped bare of almost all its resources. Until the explosion took what’s left.

Now half of the earth remains a barren wasteland, barely a creature in sight and the humans forced to fight for their lives, their survival and their sanity.

And just when people thought things could get worse… they appeared.

The farewell gift of that madman, his rebirthed children: The Genomorphs.

Creatures with abnormal design and strength, one of them could take a legion of fully armed and trained men with ease. They also have the ability to blend in with us humans.

How DARE they! How dare they even think of themselves as us humans! They should burn, die and fall into the depths of hell where they belong!

… God help us, please show us a sign of salvation. Save us from this living hell.
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“And that’s where the dairy ends,” the cracking voice of a young teenager boy, looking to be 10 to 13 years old with bronze hair, suddenly sounded as he placed the journal on the ground.

“Didn’t you learn that it’s not polite to read other people’s journals?” a slightly more mature voice called behind the boy, it belonged to a human with short black hair. “This is invasion of privacy, you know.”

“Uncle Darius says such things don’t exist anymore,” the boy stated matter-of-factly.

“You and your ‘uncle’ Darius. Come on, we’re almost at our destination.” The older guy took the boy’s hand and dragged him along, both walking over countless, mangled and shredded bodies floating on a river of blood.

This was the norm nowadays. Death, famine and illness plaguing this half of the world.
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The duo walked a few more miles before they saw the gate of a newly-made city, a supposed safe haven for those who desire a place to stay.

“Hey Alex?” The older boy turned to the young boy as they were going through the gate security. “When is uncle Darius coming?”

“W-well, uh, you see Evan… he, um, oh right, he said that he will visit someone on the way, so he’ll be late. I think he should be on his way by now.” He made a gesture as if looking for this ‘Darius’ in the distance.

“Really?” young Evan asked with a slight glitter in eyes. “Okay then,” was all he said as he raced past the gate after they both cleared security.

Alex watched as the boy jogged a few feet in front of him, he actually met the boy’s ‘uncle’ if he was really related to the boy. A mysterious man with too many secrets for comfort, wrapping himself in black and says too little to strangers, but was quite animated and talkative even when talking with the boy.

Alex never knew what their connection to each other was, but he felt that something was wrong with that man, something strong and dangerous, a killing instinct that topped every predator he came across. He had to save the boy from this man’s clutches.

So he devised a plan to take the boy, at least until they make some decent distance between them and Darius. Even stuck to his uncle like super glue to paper, so he was forced to deceive the boy, which left him sick and rattled with guilt.

“So Alex.” The boy calling him brought him back from his memory trip, or was it a guilt trip, he cannot tell the difference anymore. “Where are we going to stay?”

Alex looked around the city, it was handmade with what useful material was found, so things didn’t look promising, but beggars can’t be choosers, right?

“Let’s just look around for awhile, I’m sure we’ll be able to find something,” was all he could say, regarding their situation, he realized that he needed to think his plan a bit more through first, since Darius himself carried most of their rations and valuable loot that they could trade.
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They arrived at the room that was given to them by the landlord of an apartment complex, he seemed nice enough to give them the room and assure them that they will talk about rent later.

The apartment wasn’t that big and definitely nothing to gloat about, but it would have to do. Two beds, a bathroom and at least running water in the sink to wash, but cooking might be a problem.

“Looks like I need to look for some cooking equipment in the market. You be a good boy, stay here and don’t leave the room no matter what, okay?” Alex wore his shoes as he made his way to the door, he only got a sound of confirmation and a nod.
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Just as he thought, nothing useful in the market.

He noticed a portable cooker that looked to be still usable. “How much for this, good sir?” he asked the merchant, who seemed to be of oriental descent, but spoke english fluently as he pointed at the crucial tool.

“That would be 200 Creds.” Cred was the new currency used in the ‘new’ world, the previous distinctions of the countries of the past disappeared, the world of before now only spoken of in stories and legends that will disappear as the generations pass.

“200!? I barely have 30 Xen with me here!” Alex all but screamed at the impossible price.

“Look sir, this here is brand new, parachuted yesterday, mint condition and straight out of the box. The only thing I would call giving it any lower price is charity, and you know that such word is pretty much extinct nowadays.” the merchant reasoned with him, his voice sincere and honest.

‘Why does everyone keep saying such things?’ Alex thought as he sighed in disappointment and walked away, leaving another stand empty-handed.

The ‘safe’ half of the world were those who were lucky enough to escape this apocalypse, sitting in their big, clean and luxurious houses, while looking down on those who were less fortunate. But a good-hearted few took pity on the citizens of the wasteland and built an organization that transported goods to the other side on a monthly basis.

He walked around the bazaar of stands and street merchants selling different things, ranging from essential tools and weaponry to small and mundane trinkets.
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Finding nothing useful he decided to return to the apartment, just as he reached their floor, he noticed the landlord, an elderly and slightly chubby man closing the door to their apartment.

The man noticed Alex and waved at him as he approached. “You must be pretty proud of that boy. He’s such a good and obedient lad.”

Just as the man passed him, Alex caught on something, a wafting sweet scent that felt familiar to him, it reminded him of- “Evan!”

He raced to their apartment and almost tore the door off its hinges, going inside just as his young companion was putting on his loose and slightly baggy tank. But before he did he noticed the countless scratch, puncture and bite marks all over the boy’s body, covering him from his shoulders to his feet.

“Oh you're back already.” Evan had a smile only a child his age range could pull off, as if nothing had happened.

Alex noticed two things that moment, 1: the man’s scent was covering the boy from top to bottom and 2: Evan wasn’t wearing any pants or even underwear for that matter.

Alex’s anger began heating his body from the inside out, boiling his blood to the breaking point.

Without noticing, his body began changing, black claws sprouted from his fingertips taking the place of his nails, tufts of thick fur sprouted rapidly over his forearms, the ears became pointed and elf-like, while his mouth began stretching forward until it resembled some kind of muzzle.

His shoulders stretched and became wider just as his arms and legs started bloating and bulging with muscles he didn’t have seconds ago.

“That sick pervert is dead meat!” His voice became very deep, too deep to even give a hint of his original voice.

Just as he was about to chase the landlord down, he felt a pair of small hands grabbing one of his now huge ones. He turned to see Evan gripping his wrist as tightly as he could. “No Alex, please. Let it go.”

“Aren’t you aware of what that pervert did to you?” Alex, or whatever he was becoming, growled as his muzzle stretched a few centimeters further, now closely resembling that of a canine.

“I am aware, but it’s okay. He said that this would be our rent from now on.” The younger boy tried to calm his friend down, but he wasn’t making any progress.

“How can you be okay with it?! Dammit, we’ll just find another place, right after I tear that fatass apart!” He made to leave again, but Even tightened his grip.

“Alex no! I said I’m okay with it, besides he didn’t hurt me in any way.” Alex turned to the young boy as he started calming down, just a pinch. “He was tender and loving in fact, he even made sure not to hold me too tightly or do anything that made me uncomfortable.”

Alex was still breathing deeply and heavily, but he became calm enough to change back into a human. “Guess we’ve got no choice, we’ll need to save as much Cred as we can and as long as he this ‘deal’ of yours doesn’t go too far.” He took off his jacket and threw it aside on one of the beds.

“Don’t worry I actually liked it. Me and uncle Darius do it all the time.” Evan stated as he found his red briefs and started putting them on, just as some of the landlord’s cum started seeping from his hole. “Oh man, now I gotta buy a new pair, or maybe go commando like uncle-”

“Wait, wait, wait, hold the phone a minute. You and Darius have sex?” Alex asked, quite surprised to hear this bit of news.

“Uh huh, but not as regularly as I want, he always pushes me off and teases me most of the time.” Evan sat on his bed cross legged and pouted.

“That man is sure full of surprises.” Alex mumbled, then became deep in thought for a few minutes, before he stood up and made for the door, taking his jacket along.

“Wait, where are you going?” Evan asked as he watched his friend, wincing a bit as he made a wrong move, the man was tender sure, but his hole was still sore after that.

“Just for a walk, will be back in a few.” He closed the door and went to leave the building.
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A few minutes later.

*Knock knock knock*

“Enter.” The door to the landlord’s office, which doubled up as his apartment slowly opened, just as Alex walked in. “Oh hello there young man. I’ll take a gander at why you’re here, but let’s hear it out, just to make sure.”

“I want to cut a new deal with you and effectively terminate whatever you agreed on with the boy.” Alex stated his reasons, all calm and businesslike.

The man however sighed deeply before speaking. “Look: I don’t know what you’re thinking off right now or even what the kid told you, but he seemed like a good boy, so I can guess that the latter option is out the window.”

He waited to see if Alex wanted to say something, but the young man remained silent. “To be honest with you, it was actually the kid who came to me, I meant to visit you and see if you needed anything.” He gestured towards the shelves of cooking tools, Alex even saw the same type of portable cooker he saw in the market, although this one looked like it was thoroughly used.

“I store whatever usable and functional cooking utensils I can find as well as keep some rations for those who don’t have enough or any. I only came to your apartment to ask if you needed anything.” Alex was still weary of the guy, but from the sound of it he wasn’t that bad, that and he didn’t see any marks on Evan that showed a struggle.

“When I saw the little lad, I remembered my own grandchild and in turn my family, the people I loved and how they were massacred,” the man said as his grip on his chair tightened and threatened to break the wood.

“I’m sorry to hear that. And sorry for doubting you.” Alex calmed down from his cautious stance, his shoulders slumped and relaxed now that it was deemed that this man didn’t have to die.

“Don’t worry, and being cautious is not a bad thing, in fact: these days, doubt should be your first and best friend.”

Alex giggled a little before composing himself. “Sorry, it’s just that I remember a guy I was traveling with once saying exactly the same thing. Word for word actually.”

“Was it the guy who the boy belonged to?” Alex was caught off guard by the question, but he caught on.

He suddenly lunged forward, grabbing the man by the shirt and lifting him off the chair “Who… No, what are you?”

The landlord smiled softly. “I thought that was obvious.” For a brief second, the older man’s eyes changed, the sclera turned pitch black, his bright green iris started slightly glowing as his pupil became slitted like a cat’s or a reptile’s.

As if in response, Alex’s eyes did the same, but his pupils became small as if bloodshot. “You’re a genomorph?”

“You ask as if it’s the first time you’ve heard of us?”

Alex let go of the guy who turned back to his small TV. “Without noticing myself I started talking about my family to the kid, only later did I notice the lad being all cuddly and then… heh well I’m sure you can guess what happened after that.” Alex then remembered what Evan told him, how he was the one who tried to instigate sex with Darius most of the time.

Alex was about to talk and try to make the man rethink the deal, but some news on the TV caught his attention. “In other news, the small wasteland city of Admir is facing yet another rising toll of casualties, victims of the serial killer on the loose. But according to the police, something bigger and more dangerous is afoot here and they will do everything they can to apprehend the culprit or culprits.”

“Admir? That’s this city right?” Alex asked as he listened to the rest of the news along with the landlord.

“Unfortunately yes. The body count has been on the rise lately. The bodies were all found mangled, torn to pieces and shredded like paper. But you know what’s the clincher here?” Alex turned to him, waiting for the answer. “Bite marks.” Alex gasped. “Big ones.”

“Dammit! I thought this city was supposed to be a safe haven!” Alex slammed a fist on the table, threatening to break it.

“Whoever told you that pretty much conned you.” He turned to face Alex, his eyes changing again. “In the wasteland, nowhere is safe.”
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Meanwhile, a woman was shopping for fruits and vegetables, she was looking at some apples when she felt someone standing beside her.

When she looked over, she found a tall man his features hidden behind a high collar coat and a pair of black sunglasses. “Excuse me ma’am, have you by chance seen a young boy, about 12 with bronze hair and loose clothes?”

She was weary of the man suddenly, he was wearing all black, even his fingerless gloves  and fedora hat were black. “I’m sorry, there’re too many children running around the city, homeless or otherwise.” She then had a sudden had a sorrowful look on her face. “I’m worried that whoever is committing all those horrible crimes will target them next.”

“You’re speaking about the rumors of late?” His voice was deep, but it still had that slightly young pitch to it.

“Sadly those aren’t rumors, too many deaths for it to be merely such.”

“Hmm, well I’m sorry for wasting your time, I’ll be on my way then.” She noticed that he stood a few seconds before moving to the side and walking, she then saw the cane he was holding.

She also noticed that his free hand was bleeding. “Wait” she called after him, taking his bleeding hand in hers. “you’re hurt.”

“Really? I must have bumped into something sharp, my hand was feeling a tad bit numb.”

“Come with me, I’m a nurse at the local hospital, but all of my supplies are back at home.”

“You do realize that you’re inviting a complete stranger to your home, right?”

“You don’t look like a bad person, and no offence, but there isn’t much that a blind person can do alone.”

“In this age and time, looks can be deceiving ma’am.”

She simply smiled and dragged him by the arm, as not to graze the injured wrist. She felt instant comfort when she spoke with him.
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A few minutes later, the young man was sitting in the living room of the nurse, his wrist wrapped in bandages, clothes in the washing machine, while he sat wearing some of her husband’s clothing, which were obviously a few sizes too small as they hugged his built figure tightly.

Now she was able to get a good look at him, messy but smooth hair, his eyes pale but held faint evidence to their former green color and he look to be in his mid to late 20s, but he spoke and felt like one in his early 30s.

He wasn’t bodybuilder material, but his muscles were still well defined and slightly bulged out from below the shirt.

She was in the kitchen with her husband standing beside her as she made something small and simple for their guest.

“Hey Hannah, are you sure that’s a good idea?” He referred to the idea of her bringing a stranger into their home.

“He’s harmless Steve, how can a blind man be trouble?”

“Are you sure he wasn’t faking it? How could he describe that much of that boy you mentioned if he was that blind?”

“The boy could have told him. And I checked his eyes myself, they are blind.” She started putting the food in a plate.

“I still say this is a bad idea.” He tried to reason with his wife as she walked back to the living room.

“Here you go, it’s not much, but I hope you like it.” She sat in the couch facing his own as she placed the food on the table in front of them.

“If it tastes as good as it smelled from the kitchen, then I’ll be satisfied.” He felt around for the fork until he found it, then began poking the air and table until he found his plate, taking hold of it and holding it close to his mouth.

“Wait.” Hannah stopped him as she took the plate from him as she did the fork. “Please, let me.” She scooped some scrambled eggs in the fork and moved to feed him.

This gesture got the man a dirty look from Steve, his wife was a nurse sure, but this is unnecessary. This was parallel to the strange man’s own thoughts. “Please Ms. Adins, I may be blind, but I’m not useless.”

“Well if you did eat the way you were planning on, then you would have spilled everything on your lap, and that would be a hassle to clean up.” she said as she almost nudged his lips with the fork.

He reluctantly opened his mouth and started eating.

A few minutes and he was satisfied. “That was some delicious cooking, never ate such tasty eggs.”

She giggled and sat facing him. “I forgot to ask for your name though.”

He was silent for a few seconds before replying. “My name’s Darius. Darius Xeno.”
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The next day, Alex woke up and got out of bed, he went to the bathroom to relieve himself and wash, before heading out again. As he neared the door he found a couple bags of chips and a bag of edible sunflower seeds.

He went out and started walking around the streets, halfway through he started taking notes of the main streets and alleyways, in case they needed to escape.

He walked for a long while, unaware of time nor his surroundings, until he noticed a strange person.

The person in question wore all black, dark lensed glass and was walking around slowly with a cane. Alex instantly realized who he was.

He pulled the collar of his shirt up and speed walked past the black wearing man. But as he passed him, the man stopped him by placing the cane in front of his legs. “Excuse me young man, but have you seen a little boy, bronze hair, looking about 12 years old?”

Alex was sweating heavily under his clothing, his breath laboured and shaken. “N-no, I… I haven’t.”

“I see… thank you.” And with that, the man continued on his way.

Until he was a good distance away he relaxed and pulled the collar back down, making a beeline back to the apartment.

Once he reached the building, he checked around him before going in.

He went straight to their room, but as he grabbed the handle, he started hearing faint voices from behind the door. Moans, small yelps and deep groans, he instantly guessed what was happening.

He opened the door with a deadpan expression.

He found the landlord at the foot of the bed, his pants just below his ass with Evan in front of him, completely naked and moaning loudly as the older man fucked him hard.

It was obvious that the landlord was pretty pent up even after the time he had with Evan yesterday, Alex was surprised that all that noise was pretty faint behind the door, the boy was moaning loudly and screaming with pleasure as the man pumped in and out of him.

Both of them were sweating heavily, so it was evident that they were going at it for a while, Evan’s sweat dripping heavily on the bed sheets while the landlord’s matted his shirt to his chubby but fit body.

“Oh fuck boy, that’s some ass you got there. Oh baby I’m gonna cum, here it is babe!” He yelled as he shoved every inch deep into Evan’s tight tunnel, staying buried as his body stiffened and shivered as he emptied his load inside of the little boy.

Evan screamed as the heat from the man’s orgasm filled his body, triggering his own small orgasm in comparison, shooting a few small trickles on the sheets from his little pencil of a dick.

The old man pulled slowly out of Evan’s worked hole, his cock caked in his own cum, letting the boy fall face first on the bed, both of them panting from their workout.

The landlord went to the side of the bed and gave Evan a small kiss on his cheek. “Thanks for that babe, really needed that.”

Evan lifted himself until he sat on the bed, smiling widely as he moved till he reached the man’s front, taking the old male’s spent cock in his mouth, licking and sucking it clean from the residue cum and his own ass juices it seems. Once he was done, he looked up at the guy with a wider smile. “It was my pleasure.”

The landlord stood up and straightened his pants before leaving the room, giving Alex a wink as if saying ‘Hope you enjoyed the show’.

Alex closed the door as Evan just laid on his back on the bed, his hands behind his head and let out a sigh of content.

“You need to be careful Evan, He might be dangerous.” Alex locked the door and sat on his own bed and started taking off his shoes.

“Don’t worry about me, I can take care of myself.”

“You don’t know that Evan, he could hurt you if he wanted.”

“I know that he’s a Genomorph.” Evan dropped the bomb on his friend. “Saw his eyes when we fucked the first time.”

“And you still let him?”

“Yeah, he’s the landlord and with the whole serial killer stuff going around, we can’t afford to go homeless. Besides, I like doing it, in case you haven’t noticed.”

Alex chuckled at that comment. “Yeah, I noticed alright.” He then thought about something for a few minutes. “We might have to leave sooner than we expected.”

“What?!” Evan almost yelled at those news. “But why?”

“It’s too dangerous and I won’t be able to face Darius if anything happened to you.”

Evan pouted as he turned on his stomach. “Okay, if you think it's for the best.”

“Good, now try to get some sleep.” Just as he finished his sentence, he heard a small snort followed by soft breathing, as Evan was knocked out.

Alex laid down on his bed, his mind instantly working a few things out, but the most pressing matter right now was how Darius came here so quickly.

Alex was sure they got at least a full day head start and the city was about 4 or 5 days away from where they were, he shouldn’t have been able to catch up this quickly. But he shouldn’t be this surprised, Darius was always so resourceful, always a step ahead of everybody, it wouldn’t surprise him if Darius found some shortcut and arrived before them even.

That man proved that he’s even more dangerous than he let on.
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At Hannah’s house, Darius was sleeping on the couch, his backpack close to his head, snoring softly.

A pair of small hands crept towards his bag’s zipper, slowly pulling it open as quietly as possible.

As the bag opened up slightly, Darius slammed his hand over the opening hard, scaring both of Hannah’s daughters into screaming.

“What’s going on here?!” Hannah ran into the living room, her eyes darting between her daughters and Darius. “What happened?”

“It seems that your girls got  interested in the contents of my bag.” Darius answered as he sat up in his place. “They wanted to take a peak it seems.”

“Why did you do that? That’s the most disrespectful thing you could’ve done. Apologize this instant!”

“But mom, the bag smells bad, we just wanted to see what’s causing the smell.” The older daughter tried to explain.

“That’s not an excuse! Even if it smells like a corpse, you had no right to do what you almost did. Now apologize.”

Both girls apologized as they were told before running straight to their room. Hannah then turned to Darius, who was just zipping his bag shut. “I’m really sorry Mr. Xeno.”

“Don’t be, children are always curious creatures, they just couldn’t help themselves.”

“Still, I’m sorry… If there’s anything I can do for you... “

“Nah, no harm done here milady. Let’s just forget this ever happened.” Just as he was lying back down, he sat up again. “Um… could I trouble you for a glass of water please?”

Hannah chuckled at how polite Darius was being despite having his personal space almost invaded, he almost seemed like a child. “No trouble at all.

She went to the kitchen quickly and brought him the water before leaving. Just as she did, Darius felt a presence close by. “Hiding is not an option around me, I’m sure you noticed a few times.”

Steve, Hannah’s husband appeared from behind the corner, his arms crossed over his chest. “You’ve got quite the sense there.”

“A bonus from what I became… from what we became, isn’t that right, little kitty?”

Just as he finished speaking, Steven’s eyes changed color, his eyes became slitted like a feline’s. He walked till he was a few feet closer. “And what are you supposed to be? Some kind of lizard?”

“Close enough.” Darius stated as he grabbed his cane, propping his chin by his hands on it.

“What do you want? If you dare hurt my family…”

“Oh don’t worry, your wife and daughters are safe, as long as your girls don’t try that stunt again.”

“Is that a threat?” Steve’s nails were replaced by sharp, black, hooked claws.

“Take it anyway you like, I consider it a warning personally.” He leaned his cane on his bag, before lying back down on the couch. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need my beauty sleep. Gotta get up early to look for my friends.”

“Says the guy who’s blinder than a mole.” Steve mumbled as he went into the kitchen, pulling out a phone from his pocket. This model advanced enough to work in the Wasteland.

He dialed a few numbers and waited for the other side to pick up. The line connected and he was greeted with a gruff voice. “What?”

“I need you to do something for me.”
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Alex went out of the apartment again, this time Evan was with him.

“You know, I could have stayed at the apartment all the same.” The little human stated as he walked in front of the older Geno.

“I’m not leaving you with that perv.” Alex replied with a hint of finality.

“Well then don’t blame me if we get kicked out on the streets.” Evan stated as he walked with his hands behind his head, not a care in the world.

“Whatever.” Alex simply rolled his eyes as they walked around the city, going from stand to stand and shop to shop, nothing was cheap enough for both of them in this city. “Maybe coming here was a bad idea.” Alex thought every time they left a stand or shop.

They sat leaning on one of the buildings, still empty handed, even when Evan suggested they offer his ‘services’ they couldn’t get anything worthwhile, or even anything period.

Neither of them noticed the time, until the light posts flickered on, looking at the sky as turned into its sunset orange. “Well, time to head back I guess.” Alex decided as he took Evan’s hand and both began making their way back.

Only on their way back did they notice that they had walked further than they wanted, by the time they came into the section where the complex they lived in was, the sun had already slid past the horizon, throwing the world around them into darkness, with only the stars for natural light.

Evan clung closer to Alex as his eyes started flicking in every direction possible. “This city sure is scary at night.”

“Yeah it is.” Alex wasn’t any better, his eyes darted around, his body tense, cautious and ready for action at any sign of trouble.

They suddenly stopped as they heard some sounds coming from a nearby alley. Evan began pulling Alex along, trying to get him to move on, but the older male didn’t have any of it, he started walking towards the sounds.

When he got close, the sound became clearer, sounds of grunting and heavy breathing, as if someone was eating, quite viciously too.

Alex looked from behind the corner, the stars proved to be a decent source of light, but not enough. All he could see was a silhouette of a big figure moving.

Once close enough he could hear growls clearly, but he also caught the unmistakable scent that became all too familiar with him.

The scent of blood.

The lamp above the alley flickered on and off erratically, briefly lighting the area above the figure. Alex took a step back, but accidentally kicked a small rock.

The figure turned its head to him, growling loudly with blood dripping from its big jaws.

Evan stood leaning on the opposite building, some distance from the alley, he jumped and yelped as he saw something slammed a hole into the building opposite from the alley.

He watched the entrance of said alley, he jumped as a big black furred hand clutched the wall, cracking it in its grip, before the gigantic figure, in comparison to him, pulled itself out.

Under the stars and moonlight the figure became clear. A huge monster with fur covering the head and shoulders, reaching just above the chest. The biceps were hairless, tan in colour and human in appearance, but the size was clearly anything but.

The fur continued from just below the elbow ending with large hands with long fingers and sharp claws.

The midsection, from the top of the chest and all the way to the top of the waist was also human, but just like the biceps, their definition and clear thickness was anything but. The waist and below was covered in thick layers of fur, the legs were digitigrade and feet were lycan or canine in shape.

What scared Evan the most was the head of the monster, which was just as fluffy as the furred areas were, the head itself was a mix between bovine and lycan with big ram horns curling around the big ears.

The ratio of human skin and and fur made him look like a minotaur or an oversized satyr.

The Genomorph growled loudly, his sharp teeth clearly showing and gleaming in the moonlight, despite being tainted with fresh looking blood.

Evan looked over at the Geno, clearly terrified and petrified in his place, even as the creature saw him and began making its way to him, he was unable to move a step. Normally he wouldn’t have a problem with facing a Geno since he’s traveling with two already, but he knows the clear difference between docile and hostile Genos. And this one was clearly the latter.

When the creature still moved towards him, slowly at first then putting more speed, until it easily closed the distance between them in a blink, it’s strong maw wide open and ready to swallow Evan’s head whole.

He closed his eyes, wishing for Darius to com rescue him, then in another instant wishing for a quick death.

The latter never came, so he was sure the former came true, but when he opened his eyes, he saw another figure standing between him and the Geno.

It was another Geno. This one was just like the hostile one, thick muscles all over, but had olive green scales instead of fur, but they were in exactly the same places as the hostile one’s fur. Same heavy build but this one had a tight muscle gut, instead of the row of abs that the hostile had.

When Evan lifted his eyes, he saw the other Geno had a crocodile’s head, but the lips of the upper jaw were jagged like the jaws of a bear trap, hiding the big sharp teeth underneath.

The hostile Geno had his jaws clamped tightly over the croc’s forearm, trying to tear it off or into it, but one thing is clear about crocodiles, and it’s that they have thick hides, so the best thing it was able to do was slightly puncture through the scales, leaving simple bite marks.

The corc tilted his arm before tightening his free hand in a fist, delivering a strong hook right at the other Geno’s face, sending him flying some feet away.

He turned back to Evan who’s legs finally gave out and fell on his backside. “You okay there kiddo?” The creature asked in a deep voice, the face now clear under the moonlight and facing him, Evan could make out the jagged red and blue lines going from the bottom of his jaws over both left and right eyes respectively and finally connecting at the forehead into a V, the lines crossing each other.

Evan recognized the croc, despite the change and deep voice. “Mr. Landlord?”

The old man turned back to face the hostile Geno, who was now crouching and ready to pounce, the fur standing straight up, taking a defencive stance. “You better get out of here, let us handle this.”

Just as he finished speaking, the rubble made from the debris of the caved-in wall exploded as a figure shot up from under. The figure landed beside the landlord and was revealed to be another Geno, this one was a pure wolf with a diamond-shaped dark blue jewel embedded in the forehead.

This Geno’s build was athletic, clearly smaller than the other two, well-defined but smaller muscles, with its light coat of fur being a mix of black and white. The creature was clearly built for speed and agility.

“Alex!” Evan called out with relief.

“Stay back Evan, that guy isn’t messing around.” Alex took a stance as well, while Evan did as he was told and ducked behind a wall nearby.

The hostile Geno pounced, claws out and ready, using a diagonal stroke in an attempt to hit either or both of the other Genos, but both dodged, only for his strike to hit the ground, drilling a hole into the ground and creating a small crater.

Alex took this chance to regain his composure and strike, charging at the Geno, hands balled into tight fists, first hitting right into the Geno’s chest, then the other a hook at his face, but both served to simply make him flinch.

Jumping aside, Alex gave the landlord a chance to strike himself, charging at full speed, then doing a couple of fast spins before whipping the Geno’s face with his thick tail, sending him into the other building’s wall.

Both stood some distance from the area of impact that the Geno created, but seconds later, the hostile dashed from behind the dust clouds and rubble, straight for Alex, only for the croc to stand in his way, both their hands clasped together in a power struggle.

Using the distraction, Alex jumped high up, somersaulted in the air before delivering a heel-drop right between the Geno’s horn’s staggering him. With his hands free now, the croc pulled back one hand, balling it into a fist and striking with all his might.

The hostile Geno was sent flying back through the wall, this time sending him through a couple of walls more. Both wolf and croc calmed down once they made sure that the creature won’t attack again.

“Alex!!” They turned as Evan called with distress.

A middle aged looking thug walked out of the alley that Evan was hiding in, with the human boy under his arm. “Never seen anyone send old Bob flying like that, except for the boss.” Alex made to charge him, but the thug’s forearm instantly changed into his Wild Mode, a thick carpet of fur covered it as his fingers and nails grew longer, before aiming those nails-turned-claws right at Evan’s neck. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Alex instantly stopped in his tracks, growling dangerously at the guy. “Let him go.”

“I’m afraid I can’t, the boss wants to have a word with both of you. Minus the oversized leather bag over there.” He nodded towards the landlord, whose tail was thudding the ground in irritation.

“Fine,” Alex growled as he and the landlord shifted back into human form. “Just don’t hurt the boy.”

“Oh I won’t,” He stated as he gave Evan a firm chop to the back of the head, instantly knocking him out.

“Hey!” Alex yelled as he felt his change take over again, but he wasn’t given a chance, as a hard object hit him in the back of the head.

His vision was blurred out, but he could still make out his surroundings as the landlord fell unconscious beside him, as two pairs of feet came into his vision. Seconds later, he felt some heavy thuds as the hostile from earlier made his way towards them.

As he was about to grab Alex, the thug holding Evan held him back. “Easy there Bob, you’ll get your chance at revenge. The boss simply needs them for a little while.” Just as Alex was slipping into unconsciousness, he heard who their true target was. “He’s really going gung-ho, all guns blazing in drawing this ‘Darius’ guy out.”
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The next day, Darius was out for a walk, still looking around for his friends and especially his little boy.

Leaving his bag at Hannah’s place, pretty sure that the woman would not snoop around and would make sure her daughters would keep their twitchy hands to themselves.

He passed by a shop, calling out to potential customers to buy some cooking equipment, fresh out of the box. “Guess I do need to buy some new stuff.” But he passed by the stand as he thought, leaving his mental shopping list as last priority.

Without pretty much noticing, he walked into an section of the city that was almost abandoned, with very few people walking around in comparison to a few streets back.

He walked around some more, curiously not bumping into anyone as he moved. He stopped in his tracks when he picked up a bunch of voices that were having an interesting conversation. “Yeah man, I tell ya, for a little brat, he sure can take a cock. Whoever had him before must’ve been the luckiest person alive. I mean come on dude, he took the boss’ cock in Wild Mode easily. It was like sliding a straw in hot butter.” This earned a chuckle out of the other voices in the bunch, with each choosing their que orders in using the boy mentioned.

Once they finished their jocking session, the leader of the bunch, yelped loudly as they all finally noticed a man wearing all black, standing right in front of them.

“Hello gentlemen, I couldn’t help but overhear the topic of your little chat. Tell me, is the boy you mentioned looks about 12 to 13, bronze hair and quite a handful if given the chance?” he asked oh so politely.

The group looked at each other, but the leader pieced things together, then exchanged some looks between him and the others. “How about we go out back, find ourselves a more… private place to talk? After all, our topic isn’t for ‘civilized’ society to hear.”

Darius shrugged as he followed them to wherever they were headed.
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The place was a secluded area that looked more like a construction site.

“AAARRGHGHG!!” Loud and agonized screams could be heard in the distance, coming from that area.

Anyone there could see as another one of the thugs had joined his friends on the ground, dead.

The leader had his back pressed tightly to the wall behind him, small tears of fear threatening to fall, as he watched the man in black pull his cane out of one of his group’s skull.

The look in Darius’ eyes was neutral, one would even call it bored, but it was still terrifying nonetheless. He began slowly walking towards the coward who thought that he was an easy target.

“W-w-w-wait a second man, i-i-if it’s the boy you want, the b-boss has him!” he screamed loudly in hopes of slowing or even halting Darius’ advances, but to know avail.

Darius stood in front of him for a few seconds, looking the smaller guy up, before grabbing his neck in a tight grip, easily lifting the guy a few inches off the ground. “And where, do tell, is your boss?”

The thug smirked in a last attempt at manhood. “Fuck you. You think I’m simply going to blab out the boss’ whereabouts?”

Darius simply sighed, slightly irritated, but turned his head as he heard a curious moan of pain. “Looks like I missed one.” He then turned back to the man he was holding up. “You know, my friends tell me that I’m a great cook. In fact, you want to know what’s on the menu today?”

The guy instantly shook his head in the negative.

Not giving a damn, a thick tail slithered from behind and under Darius’ coat, coiling around the groaning thug’s head, also lifting him up easily, until his toes were barely touching the ground. “Want to know my specialty?” The guy didn’t respond, but Darius knew that he was close to pissing his pants. “I call it: the Brain ‘n Bones Smoothie.”

The guy was visibly shaking now, thrashing about as much as he could, but to no avail. “Here’s how it’s made. First, you grab a thick skulled moron like the one I’m holding back there.” His tail began tightening its coils, suffocating whatever complaints the guy could have made. “Then you squeeze tightly until the bones cave in and the brain turns into slush.”

The tail’s coils gripped even tighter, anyone with good hearing could easily pick up the cracking noises.

“And here’s the secret: the ingredients must be hand squeezed…” Another tight coiling- “And they must be fresh.” With that, the guy’s head was literally crushed between Darius’ tail coils, effectively ripping it from the body as the tight coils started dripping with blood.

“Okay, okay, I’ll talk, I’ll TALK!!” The guy instantly cried out, Darius softened his grip on his neck, before uncoiling his tail and flicking it to the side, throwing the flesh, bones and tissue mulch into the nearby wall, where it made contact with a sickening loud *SPLAT*

“Look… I don’t know where the boss lives exactly, he came out to us when we brought the boy and wolf.” He whimpered softly, but Darius still had that bored, scarey look on his face. “I swear man, I’m just a newbie here, I don’t get the privilege of such info, please!!”

“… Alright then.” Darius slowly let the guy down. “Thanks for the info. But where did you last meet?”

“Further down this section of the city, there are some warehouses, the boss met us there last.”

“Thank you.” Darius turned and started walking away.

The thug behind him stood up leaning on the wall, just as his forearm changed and his claws sharpened, before charging right at Darius.

Darius simply tilted his head to one side, just as the thug’s arm passed by his cheek. He grabbed the arm and pulled down hard, effectively snapping the guy’s arm in half, causing some bones to stick out and deeming that arm completely useless. “I almost forgot, you said that you fellas intended to use my little boy just like your boss did right?”

The guy remained silent, realizing that he just dug his own grave.

“Well I don’t like it when people use my property, without permission.” His voice deepened at the last part, his claws jutted out from his fingertips then speared his own hand, he then did a sharp turn, right before plunging his hand right through the thug’s skull to the wrist.

His hand, gloves and coat sleeve became drenched and covered in blood and brain matter, lowering his hand slowly, letting the body slump lifeless to the floor.

“Even with all this power, we are still mere mortals. I hope you remember that in your second life, if you’re given the chance at one.” Darius then began walking away again, an aura of death and murder oozing from his body like poison.
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By the time he arrived back at Hannah’s house, he knew that things were somewhat different. Some strange tension was in the air.

He walked into the living room, catching the scent of Hannah, as well as something else. Something that should have stayed in his bag. “And here I thought you weren’t the kind to snoop around.”

“I’m sorry, but my curiosity won over, although I wish it hadn’t.” She looked over at the table, where a plastic wrapped object sat there. “I had my suspicions, but I didn’t want to be rude.”

“No need, you were being careful. But I highly recommend you refrain from doing this with anyone else.” He walked over to the table, feeling up until he grabbed the wrapped object, taking a few sniffs at the plastic wrapping. “Hmm, still smells fresh.”

“So… you’re one of them?” He knew that this was the topic of the whole confrontation.

“I believe this piece of evidence was enough, was it not?”

“I… believe it was.” Was all she said, before taking Darius’ bag and placing it on the table. “I’m sorry again… for invading your privacy, but you’ll have to leave.”

Darius remained silent for a few seconds. “You remember when I told you that looks can be deceiving? I’m not the only one who was keeping his true self under wraps.” She strangely knew what he was talking about. “You knew didn’t you?”

“… yes,” was all he got.

“Then you know that he is entangled in some dangerous webs.”

“I know. And I know that you will confront him sooner or later.” She went silent for a few seconds while Darius grabbed his bag. “The warehouses on the far end of the city. He… meets with some people there from time to time. He’s been going there more frequently these few days.”

“Thank you.” He then went for the door, but just as he was turning the handle. “You know… I’m glad you found out.” She turned to him with a mixed expression of surprise and confusion. “This way, you won’t get caught up in something no human like you should be aware of.” With that, he left.

Just as he was making his way to where Hannah pointed out, he was confronted by what he smelled in the air, was another Geno.

“You going to the warehouses?” Darius smelled the air again, catching the whiff of reptile. As well as the faint smell of blood.

“Yes I am. My friends seem to be in trouble, again.”

“Then I’m coming with.” The Geno stepped closer, this way Darius got a clearer scent. Catching the clear distinction of Evan.

“What’re they to you?” Darius grabbed his cane tighter, not liking how this Geno smelled faintly like his little boy.

“They’re… good friends.” The Geno noticed the shift in Darius’ mood, deciding to keep his distance.

“Whatever. Do as you will.”
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At the warehouses on the far end of the city, Alex and Evan were in some trouble indeed.

*UUGGHH* Alex grunted loudly as another heavy fist connected to his gut.

“Not so tough now, are ya bitch?” Bob the black furred Geno mocked as his fist connected to Alex’s face.

The white and black wolf Geno was held up by chains tied to his wrist and connecting to one of the iron beams above them. Alex looked at the bigger Geno defiantly, before spitting a gob of blood right between Bob’s eyes, smirking at him and quite proud of his aim.

The black Geno rubbed the bloodied spit away angrily. “You smug piece of shit!!” He soon resumed his punishment with renewed ferocity.

The other gang members all watched with smug grins and smirks of their own, while their boss was looking down at them from the live-in office on the upper floor.

“Your friend is quite the fighter, isn’t he? Well… not as strong as you apparently.” The boss was a big bear of a man, thick bulging muscles, wide shoulders, thick pecs, tree trunks for legs, thick sideburns and beard as well as a forest of chest hair and towering over most, reaching 8 feet something, almost as tall as Bob in his Wild Mode, if not taller.

Evan was lying on a clean enough mattress, covered from head to toe in sweat and cum, the latter mostly belonging to the gang’s boss, exhausted and breathing hard, his teen hole gaping and dripping still. “You said you wanted uncle Darius, then what do you want us for?”

“You smell strongly of that bastard so I know you’re acquainted at least. So, you will be the bait and bring him to me.” There was silence for a few seconds, then Evan started chuckling tiredly to himself. “What’s so damn funny, cockslut?”

“You’re in for some big trouble. Uncle Darius hates when someone uses his belongings without his permission, especially freaking cowards like you.” Evan could clearly see as a few veins were close to popping on the guy’s forehead, but he went on. “If you’re as strong as you claim, you could easily have sought him out, yet here you are, resorting to baits and hostages while hiding behind your subordinates, who are clearly weaker than you.”

This got him a harsh and powerful stomp on his back, forcing a pained cry out of the smaller human. The gang boss was slowly changing, bright orange fur began flowing out of the usual areas. “Listen here you brat, I don’t have a problem with having you for a snack, so you better watch your tone when talking with someone who can snap you like a twig and swallow you whole.”

“You don’t scare me numbnuts, I’ve seen ghouls scarier than you and I’ve taken bigger than that pencil you call a dick.” Most would be scared deep inside, but Evan was being genuinely brave, true to his word, he did see scarier things and did take bigger things in his tunnel.

The boss grew wider around the shoulders, his muscles inflated further as his orange and black striped fur sprouted forth, while his face changed into a feline’s, ripping what little clothing he had on, before tearing everything off and throwing it aside, revealing his glorious body.

He slowly stomped his way to Evan. “That’s it you little bitch, I’m going to fucking rape you to death instead. That bastard Darius can have the remains after I’m done with you.” The tiger Geno’s barbed member started sliding out of it’s sheath, reaching a thick twelve inches and pulsing angrily.

Seeing this mammoth of a cock, Evan began having second thoughts, thinking that he finally bit more than he could chew, trying to scurry back only for the gang boss to grab his legs, lifting them over his head, almost bending the boy in half. “You should’ve kept your mouth shut when you had the chance.”

Just as he started pressing down into Evan. *BOOM* a loud commotion started happening outside, accompanied by cries of pain and agony. “The fuck…?!”

The boss moved over to the window, just as the doors burst open as a member of the gang was thrown inside. When those on the ground floor looked over, they found their comrade lying dead with many slash marks all over his body.

“Knock knock.” They heard a mocking voice, just as a human wearing all black, followed by the crocodile Geno from a couple of nights ago close behind him, who was already transformed.

“Came back for more, croc-boy?” Bob called at him, then looked over at the black wearing human. “And this is not your fight punk. Get out of here before you get hurt.” The reply he got was a simple chuckle from the human. “What’s so damn funny?!”

“Oh nothing, just the idea that you think that I have beef with you, no my friend, I want your boss.”

Bob and the few others growled, just as the office walls exploded as their boss jumped right through. Landing with a heavy and loud *THUD*. “Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Or should I say, the tiger baited.”

Darius simply tilted his head to the side. “Do I know you?”

“Not personally and I don’t know your name, but I know what they call you, Blind Beast.” Just as the boss uttered that name, the other gang members including Bob flinched and began slowly stepping back, clear expressions of utter and absolute fear on their faces.

They started murmuring among themselves. “Are you fucking with me?”, “The Blind Beast?!”, “Oh hell.”, “I did not sign up to be killed.” And many other sounds and phrases of disbelief and fear.

Even the landlord began stepping back, while Darius started chuckling maliciously. “It seems that my reputation precedes me.”

“I don’t give a shit about your reputation, but I do have a bone to pick with you. Yours out of your dead body.”

Darius retained that bored look on his face. “Well I don’t know what your issue is, but you have a couple of friends of mine and I want them back.”

The boss smirked. “You can have the pup, but the boy stays with me.” At this, Darius seemed to twitch a little, although unknowingly by those around him. “He’s a bit of a handful, I’ll give you that, but he’s quite the decent fuck. Once you get inside you won’t come out until you dumped a few loads.”

Darius’ grip on his cane started tightening, as the cocky tiger kept on talking. “Yeah, every time I shoved my fuck-stick into him, he just kept begging for more and I gave him much more.” He began groping his sheath cockily. “He just couldn’t get enough of my thick, throbbing-”

He couldn’t get the rest of his sentence out as Darius charged at him at high speed, only to have one of the gang members stand in his way. Like that was going to make a difference.

Darius pulled out a long sharp weapon and slashed with a diagonal upward strike, slicing the guy clean in half from waist to shoulder.

When they looked at what he was holding, they saw a sharp sword with a black and white blade, disguising it as a cane, with the cane’s body as the sheathe. He swiped the sword to one side, throwing the blood on it to the floor around him.

When he looked up at them, his expression changed to murderous rage, his aura not simply oozing this time, instead it came out bursting and almost knocked the others around him away. “You just made your last mistake dickwad.”

The boss stepped back, clearly in fear, but he swallowed it and stood his ground. “You think you scare me punk? I won’t let you get away this time. My Tribe will be avenged!!”

Darius raised a brow in confusion. “Tribe?”

Tribes are a collective society made of Genomorphs or even a mix of humans and Genos, but is always ruled by the Genomorphs.

“Yes, my Tribe, the people you massacred in cold blood, you bastard,” he breathed loudly as he glared murder at the human. “I was only away for a couple of months to hunt a worthy game for my people, only to return to a fucking genocide.”

Darius thought for a few seconds. “Hmm… Sorry, doesn’t ring any bells.”

“Of course it doesn’t, not for a monster like you.” The boss’ breathing started to get heavier. “I brought them my greatest catch yet. My son and wife were waiting for my return and you… you had to take them away from me!!”

Darius still racked his brain, trying to remember, until a few seconds later a smell wafted past his nose, then it hit him.

“Oh, now I remember.” This caught the boss off-guard. “That smell of feline mixed with oak and timberwood. You’re a member of the Forest Talons…” He gave another malicious chuckle. “Sorry former member of the Dead Talons.”

“So, you remember now?” The boss ground his teeth together and cracked his fingers as they tightened into a fist.

“Yes I do. What a troublesome bunch they were.” The tiger boss’ eye twitched in irritation. “I mean seriously, I was simply minding my own business, not even close to their territory and they grabbed me and took me prisoner. What the hell’s up with that?”

The boss was visibly shaking now, but Darius went on. “So I tried to talk them into letting me go, they wouldn’t listen so I… ‘conversed’ with them with the only language a bunch of degenerate cavemen like them understood” His claws shot out of his fingertips with an audible *SHINK* “And that is the language of blood.”

“So you massacred them all? For a fucking misunderstanding?!”

“There’s a difference between a ‘misunderstanding’ and ‘throwing your weight around’, those idiots you call a Tribe were clearly doing the latter.” He shook his head. “They clearly thought they were unbeatable.” He then suddenly began chuckling evilly.

“What’s so damn funny?!”

“Oh nothing. I just imagined them rolling and squirming around in their graves, knowing that their mighty Tribe was beaten and killed off by only… one… Geno.” He dragged his words mockingly.

It clearly had the desired effect as the gang charged at Darius, the landlord made to join him in the fight, but Darius held him back.

One of the thug made to scratch his face off, Darius simply tilted himself to one side doing a quick spin and slicing the poor sucker in half. He immediately was attacked by another, only to dodge again, this time using his claws to scratch his whole head into slices.

The others used his distraction with the other two, and bit deeply into his body, clamping their jaws into him and not letting go. The boss started stomping towards him, an evil smirk on his face. “Not so tough now are you? So much for the unbeatable Blind Beast.”

Darius stood still, not seeming to be in pain. A few seconds later, the thugs who had their fangs deep in him grunted in pain, right before they all started dropping like flies, clawing at themselves as they started foaming in the mouth and gurgling their own blood. The boss and the rest of the gang who didn’t attack stepped back in horror as they watched their comrades writhe around in pain. “What the fuck?”

“Oh, did I not mention that?” Darius asked innocently as his injuries healed completely, not even marks left behind. “My blood is lethally poisonous to anyone who consumes it, humans and Genos alike.”

The boss was now sweating buckets, the guy was too agile to attack directly and his blood is venomous so taking a bite out of him is out of the question, despite the tiger’s deep desire to chew the fuck out of him.

“Now then…” Darius spoke as he sheathed his sword, throwing the cane aside, back at the landlord who was petrified in his place. He heard stories and rumors about the Blind Beast, but seeing him in action now and witnessing his ruthlessness in battle personally, the rumors don’t do him justice.

“How about we start the final dance?” Darius took off his coat and threw it aside, leaving himself in his tank and pants, right before his forearms changed into his Wild Mode, deep black monstrous arms replaced his human ones. He flicked his forearms, forcing a sharp blade out of each which aimed straight forward, both blades glistening  with his poisonous blood.

He took and elegant stance, as if an angel of death ready to take flight. “The Danse Macabre, that is.”