Guilty until Proven Innocent

[Pyre]

A strange black hound with blue-painted runes walked between the heavy crowds of people. Its what he got for coming here on a Friday night. But Jet had been through a lot in the past weeks. He needed to get away from Gyre, even hyper Aura, and definitely Bane and his new girl. And he needed some new clothes, ones not ripped or splattered with blood. He was on his last shirt and pair of pants that fit that description.

He paused once he stepped off the escalator, ears perked, eyes wide as they fixed on an officer who locked eyes with him. Jet considered running, he twisted one foot to do just that. Then he paused, a sudden look of confusion washing over his eyes. Wait a minute... did Jet still need to be on the run? Now Sky Corps was destroyed did that mean the law wasn't after him anymore? Or was it because he was a fellhound that GUN at least might still be after him. Jet didn't know, and as he stared in confusion at the officer, the officer got just as confused back.

The officer was a red fox, and what he saw was a skittish dog with tattoos and a guilty face. So the fox, suspicious, approached.

Jet found himself hesitating again. He had maybe three seconds to make a decision. Did this guy mean him harm or not? Two seconds, Jet.

[rage]

Rage walked past carring his sword over his shoulder. He was covered in blood and not all of it was his own. He looked at the cop and smirked with a cruel smile as he continued walking. He steped infront of the hell hound and looked down at him. "Run along pup I don't need some kid getting in my way." He said as he pointed his sword at a man buying cloths. "time to go to work" He said as he stabed that very same ban through the back of his spinal cord. "Tenshou Tenji. You have escaped from me for the last time. Lets see how far you can get away when you only have one leg." Rage said as he sliced off the mans leg. Sure enough he was trying to escape.

[Pyre]

"Holy! What the heck are you doing?!" Jet shouted from right behind Rage, eyes wide. Great, the second he steps back into public he runs into a slaughter fest. Typical.

The cop, the fox, reacted faster. The gun was out immediately and he was aiming for Rage. "Put the sword down, now! PUT IT DOWN!" he shouted so loud his voice was hoarse.

People around them were screaming, running, panic broke out. And chaos.

[rage]

Rage turned and looked at the officer. His eyes were glowing a blood red which matched the blood that coated his fur. He slowly walked towards the fox as he droped his sword however his sword wasn't his only weapon. He disappeared behind the officer with his metal hand pointed at his neck. "Your in my way little pup. I would hate to have to kill you as well." He said as he pressed the index finger of the metal hand into the cops neck. The metal hand was more like a claw in which the fingers were razor sharp. "Now move" He said calmly although his eyes told a different story.

[Pyre]

The fox stiffened, his grip on the gun tightening. He considered. And started walking, the gun falling from his hands. What choice did he have? He could fight back. But in the end it would still end up with his death.

Until the previous black hound stepped in front of the fox and Rage. His fists were clenched, and flames licked over his knuckles, barely starting to grow, flames blue with intense heat. "Hey...you know, I don't much like people who kill the innocent. Let the fox go and get out of here...or you'll have me to deal with."

[rage]

Rage looked down at the war hound as he raised his metal hand. The katana apperaed in his hand as he pointed it at the Hell hound. "I do not have time for children" he said as he walked over to the man he had previously wounded and lifted him up by his neck. "You should think before you act. This man killed fifteen people out of pure pleasure." he said as he squeezed the mans neck to the point to where it caved in. He through the man down then looked back at the Hell hound. "You appear to have some power. Unlike most of these weaklings here you would stand a bit of a chance against me. However that chance would be slim to none." He said as he walked towards him. He looked at the officer with a cruel glare. "And I am against anyone who sides with this lands so called all great military force." Rage said as he picked up the officers gun and crushed it with his metal hand. "What is your name Hell hound" Rage asked as he stabed his sword in the ground.

[Pyre]

Jet flicked back his ears and gave the officer a look, gesturing with his head.

"I'm Jet...and I'm a Fellhound. That's different from a Hellhound. Hellhounds serve hatred and bloodlust alone, were born to it. Fellhounds are merely the fallen, as our name implies." Flames continued to grow along his body as he fixed those blue eyes on Rage. Flames at his ears, at his tail. At his feet. A flicker or two appeared at the back of his neck where his fur was slightly longer similar to a mane.

As he spoke the fox started to move away from behind Rage, at the same time his hand reaching for a sort of panic button on his com, one that would call others to the mall to help take this guy down.

"And," Jet continued, trying to distract Rage from noticing, "while I respect that you are trying to kill a man who killed others...I don't think making him suffer is reasonable. Nor is attacking officers of the law or the military for merely doing their job." Jet had never tried to kill GUN's forces despite everything they'd done to him.

[rage]

Rage smiled with a cruel smirk. "Go ahead and push the button. I will just kill them all." Rage said as he glanced over at the officer. "So a Fell hound eh well you stand much less chance then I had thought." Rage said as he pointed his sword at him. "How can you kill someone who is already dead" Rage said but he wasn't refering to Jet. He was talking about himself. "Tell me little pup do you know what a berserker is" Rage asked with a cruel glare. His eyes were now glowing even brighter. His right hand was glowing with amazeing power and his sword was glowing as well. He slowly put his hand over his face and slowly removed it. What appered there after that would probly scare everyone there for life. after he removed his hand thousands of bodies of dead warriors lie all around the mall. They were just illsions but the looked and felt real. "Wellcome to my home" he said as he glanced down at the lifeless form of a young girl.

[Pyre]

Jet tensed, a deep snarl rising in his throat, the flames intensifying until he had a full mane of flame and smoke trailed from his nostrils and from between his gritted teeth. "Cut it out...I've seen enough death to last me a lifetime."

Most everyone who was left was screaming and taking cover in various departments--those that were still open that is. Most had metal grates over them, as did all the exits. Someone must have pressed the alarm.

"And I met someone else who said he was dead...you don't scare me." Jet shifted his stance, at the ready. "And don't think that just because I'm one of the fallen...that I don't have a few tricks up my sleeves. Just stop what you're doing, all right? Hasn't the world seen enough dead bodies?"

[rage]

Rage gasped for breath as the bodies dissappered. His eyes were still locked on that one spot where the lifeless form of the girl had laid. "Im afraid that as long as I live there will never stop being bodies of men women and......" He stoped there as he turned and looked up towards the ceiling. A single tear was shed which he tried to hide. "Ryoko" He said quietly to his self. He then turned back towards the Fell hound. His eyes had the glow of hatred and rage in them. The bodies came back once again only this time there were much more and this time they were all alive. They had gone back some four hundred years into the past. "Allow me to show you something" Rage said as he steped away. anoughter figure slowly walked towards them. His left arm was hanging on just by the bone and his right eye was missing. His right hand was metal and he carried a black katana. several people ran to try and help him but they were all cut down by the black hedgehogs blade. His eyes were glowing blood red and his hand was glowing even brighter. "Do you recognize him" Rage said with a sigh.

[Pyre]

Jet took a swift step back, a look of disgust twisting his muzzle. His eyes flashed to the black hedgehog. "Yea...yea, I believe I do," he said, flashing his eyes back to Rage, confirming it. "May I ask why you feel such a deep desire to slaughter people? Are you going to tell me all of them killed fifteen people each as well? And that girl? Did she kill someone?"

[rage]

Rage sighed as he walked next to Jet. "all of these people had done nothing wrong. Just continue to watch" Rage said as he pointed to what his future self was doing now. The past Rage was now moving into the village and slaughtering all who got in his path. He was cutting down women and children and elderly and even animals. All that got in his way died. He finally camel to a small hut. A young woman ran out and huged him. "Ra'ge stop this Don't let it controle you my son" The woman said but thats all she got out before Rage's metal hand went through her chest.

"Lets go back a bit further" He said. as the image began to disapper into anoughter one a huge explosion destroyed that village. The arrived at about the same time period but this time the Rage in front of them was calm and cool. Nothing like the Rage in the previous image or the Rage now. The only thing that even made him simular was his metal hand. In front of him were at least twenty men all looked blood thirsty. The rage in front of them had arrows littered through his body however he was still standing. "Tell me do you know what will happen next" Rage asked calmly.

[Pyre]

Jet was curious, despite how his hackles rose and he looked warier by the second. He was quiet for a moment, adjusting his stance so he stood straight. "Show me," he said softly. His one answer. His flames were flaring up more and more in a defensive nature and his heart pounded dangerously close to a heart attack in his chest, but he merely watched with every composure of calm curiosity.

[rage]

The warriors attacked Rage all at once. Three of them were killed swiftly however they had succeded in their misson. Rage lie on the ground dead. He was bleeding from several wounds. The men laughed as they kicked the body of the once great warrior. Then when one of them kicked him Rage grabed his leg and riped it off. The man screamed as he fell to the ground bleeding to death. Rage stode up his eyes blood red. "Heh seems like Ra'ge couldn't cut it. You will all die now" Rage said in a now shrill and cruel voice. He charged forward and slashed the warriors to peices with his metal hand. after only five minutes of battle all of them lie in shreds. Rage roared in anger as he began to stab them all with their own swords and riped at their flesh with his claw like metal hand. He then turned towards the village and walked towards it. The vision stoped there as they reappered in the present time. "Now once again I will ask you. Have you ever heard of a berserker" Rage said calmly.

[Pyre]

Jet had a look on his face like none other--a look of panicked and confused disgust and revolution. "Ahhh...." His wide eyes and shrunken pupils flicked over to Rage. "You know, you're really sick, man," he said sharply, scraping the tip of his tongue with his teeth as though to rid himself of a bad aftertaste.

Jet flattened his ears, the fox didn't look to be in a lot better condition--he'd seen horrific scenes before, but he'd never been in the same room as the madman who'd caused it.

"I think you should leave," Jet said sharply. "Beserker? What a bunch of crap. Get out of here, you murderer."