No Heroes Here

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No Heroes Here contains a lot of content that viewers may find upsetting, disturbing, etc. Viewer discretion is advised.No Heroes Here is not meant to trivialize or downplay anything that could, will, or has come up (ex. mental health, abuse, substance abuse and addiction, etc.). I do not condone anything here. I think a lot of these characters' actions are horrible, but I'm still going to write about it. Why? Because showing how fucked up this world is and drawing attention to it’s problems is an important part of No Heroes Here.I cannot stop you from viewing this website, but I can warn you that you may encounter things here that you'll be uncomfortable with or that may be triggering for you. The page linked below contains a list of content warnings for No Heroes Here. Please read it before checking out the characters or works for No Heroes Here.

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Welcome to the world of No Heroes Here

No Heroes Here is a story created by the author, Samantha J.K. -- or Bluekittyhorse as she's better known online --, sometime in March of 2021.No Heroes Here is a sci-fi story that follows a ragtag group of people as they attempt to navigate the harsh conditions of their world while holding to their morals and standing up for what they believe. Unfortunately for them, the name of the world is all too true, there are no heroes in their world. Some know that all too well. Not all heroes have good intentions, and their title does not excuse their actions, and not all villains have bad intents, however their intentions don't excuse the actions they take to get the results they're hoping for.

Content Warnings

This list will be updated as needed. If you are not comfortable viewing any of this content, it's best that you close this website and don't interact with any No Heroes Here content.

Boundaries

Here's a list of what I am and am not comfortable with when it comes to people interacting with my work. Of course, you could ignore this – I wouldn't be surprised if there's people that completely skip over this – but I am the kind of person who blocks freely when I'm not comfortable with someone, for the sake of my mental health.No Heroes Here will be referred to as NHH here.

Characters

Here are all of the characters in NHH that have toyhou.se profiles.

• Villains
• Vigilantes
• Heroes
• Citizens
• Deceased
• Animals
• Navigate on Toyhou.se

Villains

Villains have a complex, hidden society of their own. Many have deep ties to other underground societies that also include criminals not classified as villains, vigilantes, and even sometimes parts of certain governments. In some areas they are bound by a similar goal or goals to keep infighting to a minimum.

Interuniversal Syndicate

• Alasdair Hanson/Timeturner

• Étienne Arceneaux/Nucléaire

• Gwyar Aurum Desmond/The Distortionist

• Zhōu "Li" Jiayi/喜鵲, Xǐquè, Magpie

• Lorcan Mitchell/Alias TBD

• Vsevolod Dinara Zaytsev/Автарх, Autarch

• Zadkiel Thompson/Alias

• Fiachra Leroux/Alias TBD

Red Raven Society

Rogue Villains

• None currently

• Cullodena Gray/Alias TBD

• Nguyễn Vân Lân/Kỳ Lân

Undecided

Vigilantes

Info - WIP

Polaris Ascendancy

• Caspar Dotson/Diadem

• Hrafntýr Amardev Einarsson/Cherubim

• Malakai Turner/Alias TBD

• Silvius Astor/Brahmaea Hearseyi

• Sylvie "Akiko" Wright/Alias TBD

• Theodore Lewis/Striker

• Viridis Astor/Daphnis Nerii

• Diego Peralta/Starling

• Diya Stephenson/Kit

• Indigo Hensley/Bronze

• Kade Aguirre/Cyber

• Nora Fox/Red

• Siyana Horton/Vision

Ethereal Order

Rouge Vigilantes

• James James/Cyclone

• None currently

Undecided

Heroes

Info - WIP

Lone Heroes

• Ameer Wilkes/Phase

• Lucien Drummond/Puppeteer

• Trevor Key/Eustellian

• Iwasaki Haruka/Univerea

• Lukasz Kerr/Abigor

• Sylvester Bradford/Sabre

Undecided

Citizens

Info - WIP

Government

• Rosemary Davenport

• Wesly Power

• Antonina Oksana Novikov

• Zera Alderwin

• Tristana Mara King

Upper Class

Upper Middle Class

• None currently

• Chantelle Grace Desmond

• Dominic Erebus Desmond

• Haris Arsenio Desmond

Lower Middle Class

Working Class

• Anwir Pechman

• Leyton Baird

• None currently

Poor

Minors

• Terézia Bodnár

• Archie Key

• Eleri Hopper

• Elise-Rose Armitage

• Evan Cain

• Nadia Vladlena Zaytsev

• Rodney "Diamond" Valentine

• Zasha Yuriko Zaytsev

Unknown/Undecided/Other

Deceased

All of these characters are dead.

Villains

• None currently

• Klara Walton/Sunrise

Vigilantes

Heroes

• Jonah Baethan King/Scarlet Sword

• Ivan Viktor Novikov

• Nellie Eldora Desmond

• Nikolai Aleks Zaytsev

• Veronika Arlette Zaytsev

Citizens

Animals

Info - WIP

Pets

• None currently

• None currently

Feral/Wild

Undecided

• Betula

World Information

This is a work in progress as I figure out what I want to put here. This may be deleted later on.

Art

It's gonna take me a while to figure out how I want to handle a gallery on here, so, for now, if you want to see art you'll need to go to the characters' profiles or check out the mixed media/multimedia section below.

Writing

Mixed Media/ Multimedia

Not Writing Based

Where once stood two siblings,
A caring older sister helping the younger,
Giggling while making odd faces at each other,
Stands a forlorn creature,
Its face twisted beyond recognition,
As blood spills from its mutilated face.Claws tear glass from fresh wounds.
Blood stains the sink it's hunched over.
A coffee colored eye rolls in its damaged socket.All that can be heard is the clink of glass,
The tear of flesh being shredded,
The ever maddening interminable dripping of blood,
And the distant screaming of a dipsomaniac "mother."The wound stitches itself back together,
Just to scar into a permanent reminder of their "mother."
Alcohol laced breath,
A voice that never quiets,
Always laced with vitriol,
As it blames the innocent party for the death of the youngest.It's not her fault the blade didn't make her corpse a place for it to rest before it goes on to take another life.

Despite the routine rising of the sun,
And how artificial lights flicker on at night,
There is still darkness.
It smolders in the hearts of people,
Everyday people,
Seemingly normal people,
Children traversing golden forests,
And adults curled in seats on porches.
Despite candles lit religiously,
And apartment lights that never go off,
There is still darkness.
It festers in overcast streets,
In the dregs of cities across the world,
In the minds of the masses,
And in the bodies of creatures that blot out the sun.
Despite the glow of street lights in East Kanxe,
Of grand chandeliers in Larimar Estate,
Of flickering fluorescents in Iolite Colosseum,
And of cities burning across the globe,
There is still darkness.
It taints the drinks of the rich,
It bubbles up in surgical wounds,
It rots in cages,
It takes the lives of children,
It turns people against each other,
And it brings them back together again.

Many folk tales ago,
Enough time for my own to come about,
A younger version of myself stood
Upon these hallowed grounds where I now reign,
Tossed into the corner like an unamusing doll.
I have grown used to the empty halls,
The distant sounds of laughter,
Glimpses of a family I do not fit into,
Two joyful and spoiled new toys,
And the unapproving puppeteers.
I have grown used to the vacant sitting rooms,
The desolate and dust covered library,
The black void of the grand hall,
The abandoned gardens sprawling on into the distance,
And a seat in the dining room I never dare touch.
I linger like they do,
The ghosts.
I can see them now,
Did you know?
Did you care?
Of course not,
For like them I have been forgotten,
I am no longer useful,
I am no longer wanted,
You got your shiny new toys you always wanted
Instead of what you ended up with the first time around.
And so, like the ghosts,
I await a new purpose.

The world stands silent in the wake of a gunshot,
In a comfy little suburban town,
Where white picket fences,
And uniform houses,
Stand in rows.
Classwork and grass are stained with blood.
A bag and bits of brain and bone lay scattered on the ground.
A trail of blood leads from the scene of the murder,
To a house five streets away.
A father stares horrified at his daughter's body,
Blood and brain leaking from the gunshot wound,
Straight through her head,
As the living corpse stares back.Two siblings stand terrified in the midst of screaming,
And the world crashing down around them.
The older catches the younger,
As she collapses,
Blood staining her overalls,
From the wound caused by the blade through her heart.
They sob together,
In her last moments.
The older sibling looks up for a moment,
Locking eyes with the "hero" above,
And the man's eyes widen,
As the living corpse stares back.A mother stands in the midst of a laboratory.
A control room.
An observatory.
She stares at what was her child,
Bound by metal rods attached to collars and cuffs,
Biting into his neck,
His arms,
And what is left of his waist.
Wires snake over bloodied skin,
And probes stab into his back.
His jaw creaks, broken, as he snarls,
Like an animal,
At the "scientists."
Her love for him died long ago,
And where once hatred festered,
Fear strangles her heart,
As the living corpse stares back.A man stands in a sea of twisted flesh and bone,
As it tears through the city surrounding him,
And it.
Bones,
And muscle,
And ligaments,
And blood.
It undulates and writes to tear through concrete,
And bend metal,
And shatter glass,
And splinter wood.
It's killing the world,
And it's going to kill him.
He locks gazes with the eye of the storm,
As the living corpse stares back.A woman laughs jovially,
Leaning heavily on her business partner's shoulder,
He lets out a mix of a scoff and a laugh,
And dumps her on their hired help and friend.
Nyc laughs,
Pulling her into nyctos arms,
As she giggles drunkenly.
Humming, she sinks into nyctos embrace.
Nyc smiles at her,
And turns nyctos gaze to nyctos other friends.
Two men talk idly,
One turning slightly to meet nyctos gaze once he notices nycto staring at him,
And he smiles,
As the living corpse stares back.

Y'know, on that soft summer's eve,
He thought he had found the one.
But now,
As she straddled his hips,
A pair of pliers in hand,
He knew he had made a mistake.He knew it was wrong from the start.
He had a doting wife,
Two adorable kids,
A gorgeous home,
And a wonderful community
Waiting for him back on the edge of the city.
But, he found himself drawn to this pretty little cafe,
With this pretty little barista.Her scarred lips smirked at him
As her hatefully playful eyes bore down on him.
Too many hands held him in place,
As too many more pried his mouth wide open for her.
The pliers clamped down onto his upper right lateral incisor
And she ripped the tooth from his head
As he let out a scream of pain
That must have been music to her ears.
She inspected the tooth for a moment,
Like it was a precious jewel,
Before discarding it in a jar on the end table.
He couldn’t help but let out a breathy,
Whining, moan of pain for her
As she ripped out his upper left lateral incisor next.It has started off innocently enough.
He found this cafe he liked,
With good drinks and food,
A welcoming atmosphere,
And kind staff and patrons.He thrashed,
And bucked,
And jerked,
And squirmed under her,
Straining against her firm grasp
And the too tight ropes binding his limbs together
And tying his body to the bed,
As she ripped each incisor from his upper and then lower jaws.He got to talking with one of the baristas,
A pretty young woman
With dirty blonde hair,
Purple eyes,
And a charming smile.
They became friends.He cried,
And screamed,
And wailed,
And sobbed,
Begging her to stop even if he couldn't speak,
As she yanked out his canines and bicuspids.But friendship turned into something more.
Something it never should have been.
They started flirting,
And then he took her on little outings,
Just the two of them,
And then those friendly outings turned into dates,
And then dates turned into long nights at her apartment.
He had loved it when she took charge in bed,
And now,
In this moment,
He hated it.He whimpered,
And squealed,
And whined,
And moaned,
Finally given up and succumb to the pain,
As she pried out his molars.She had been perfect,
Always so loving and agreeable and passionate.
But, it was a trap,
A lure to get him closer,
She was a trap.
She was a pretty little thing of fiction,
The front of someone he only now recognized.
Those same hate filled eyes bore down on him,
The ones that had looked up at him
From where she had curled around her dying sister,
As one of his blades protruded from the ten year old's weeping heart.
He should have picked up on the red flags,
The little off looks she gave him,
But she had been a perfect trap,
And he was a fool,
And so he didn't notice.She cooed,
Pleased with her work,
As tears dripped down his face.
The pliers were discarded,
No longer needed.
She picked up something,
He could feel the heat it radiated,
And as it was brought closer to his still open mouth,
He knew she intended to keep him alive as long as possible
So she could continue to enjoy torturing him.
At least his sins would be expunged from his corpse.

Gwyar jolted, dropping her pen on the floor, as someone banged on her office door.“GWYAAAAR”“WHAAAAT”“CAN WE COME IN?”“NO”“TOO BAD”Alasdair unlocked and opened the door slightly, then kicked it the rest of the way open. The group behind the doll-like man sighed. Gwyar groaned, picked up her pen, and chucked it at Alasdair.“Anyway,” Li said, shoving Alasdair out of the way, “We brought you a gift~”“You concern me when you say anything in that tone. Do I really want the gift?”“Yes. Don’t worry, we stopped her from doing her original idea,” Zadkiel stated.“Good, good. What’d you get?” They dropped a gift wrapped box on her desk.“Greg,” Sev and Étienne said in unison.“Really? Greg Christensen? The politician that I’ve been after? I didn’t expect that from you.”“Look.”Gwyar tore off the wrapping paper and opened the box, pulling out… a furby. A teal-blue furby with a metallic faceplate, feet, and ears.“Why.”“Greg.”“I hate you.”“Shut your mouth, you love us.”

Vsevolod sighed, dragging a hand across his face in exasperation before pressing his palms to his temples. The cursor on the document he was working on blinked incessantly at him. He leaned back in his chair with a groan before closing the laptop, pushing back from his desk, and standing up. He rolled his shoulders, grabbed his laptop, pushed his chair back towards his desk, and left the room, flicking the lightswitch on his way out.As he shuffled down the hall towards the elevator, he grumbled under his breath.
"Damn bastard, not doing zyr own work."He staggered into the elevator after pressing the button to open it. He pressed one of the buttons near the floor, a passing thought expressing thanks to Zadkiel for having the idea to install buttons for the levels and doors near the floor too so they could be pressed with a foot or tail when people had their arms full… or just didn't want to bother lifting a hand to press one of the buttons in the normal spots."Goddamn I need to tell Zadkiel to change the fucking music in here. Who the hell wants to listen to Muzak?" As soon as the elevator doors opened he was down the hall, getting as far away from those dreaded noises as possible. He barged into Gwyar's lab, moseyed past the operating tables and medical equipment, and popped his head into the doorway to zyr office, which was left open as a clear indicator ze was in there. "Heyyyy," he whined, "I need some help with…" He stared in a mix of confusion and discomfort at the ghost perched on Gwyar's desk. The small spirit of a 10 year old girl, permanently stuck in the state she died in, was sitting on the edge of zyr desk, right in front of zem, weaving a crown of flowers throughout zyr hair. Though, this time she was missing the large, curved blade through the heart and blood soaked clothing she typically had, seeming to alternate between being maybe 10 to 15 minutes before her death and exactly how she died based on either her emotions or the emotions of those around her. Gwyar turned to face him, expression shifting from neutral to mild confusion"Ya good there, Sev?" He shook his head, as if that would clear his thoughts."Yeah, I'm good. I need help dealing with some shit you tried to pass onto me earlier." Ze leaned back with a groan, nearly toppling off zyr rolling stool, but righted zyrself before ze could fall."Alright, c'mere. Take one of the beanbag chairs, we'll deal with it together."

As Theo walked into Oasis Café, he was immediately hit with the almost overwhelmingly nostalgic scent of coffee, coconut, and caramel. The little café had hardly changed since the last time he visited. Of course, he didn't expect much of a change to occur there in a year, but, considering how much he had changed in that time, it wouldn't have surprised him if the place had changed. He got in line to order as he continued looking around, inspecting every familiar and unfamiliar face, every table and chair and cup and plate, how some plants and pots had been replaced and the paint on some walls was chipping from chairs knocking into them and it was fading from exposure to the sun.Once he got to the front of the line, Theo took a quick glance at the menu, placed his order, and went to find a table. He picked out a small table for two by a window where he could watch people going about their days while waiting. He got up to grab his drink a few minutes later, and he scrolled through random posts on Instagram while he sipped on his drink. He glanced up whenever the bell on the door rang, signaling that someone had entered or left the café.On one glance up he caught sight of a familiar face. He looked back down at his phone, waiting for the other person to approach as he tried to settle his mind and keep his emotions in check. He couldn't blow up here."Hello, Theodore." Theo looked back up."Hey, Leyton," Theo greeted with a smile as Leyton sat in the seat across from him, "How are you?""I'm good," Leyton replied."That's good." Both went silent, tension thick in the air."How are Malakai and… Viridis?" Leyton asked."They're doing well. Malakai got into the nursing course he's been talking about for years, and Viridis got the job he wanted." Theo shifted uncomfortably, anger slowly bleeding into his mind and thrumming cooly in his veins."That's good. And Akiko, did she ever find something she wanted to do?" Theo's grip tightened around his cup."She's happy with what she's been doing, and she's received nothing but perfect marks so far. Got an award a few weeks after you… y'know. Kinda soured the occasion for her, we knew about it even before then and she wanted you to be there." That was stupid and he knew it, bringing up Leyton's leave like that. It was Leyton's turn to cringe and shift uncomfortably in his seat, tapping his fingers against the mug in his hands."You know why I had to leave," Leyton said after an awkward pause."No. I don't," Theo's eyes narrowed, cool anger thrumming freely through him, flowing in his veins and crackling in his bones and muscles like comfortingly familiar electricity. He embraced it. "And neither do the others. I get it, you don't agree with their actions and way of life, the one I and the rest of my friends embraced, and you were upset about being adopted and Project SoH was the icing on the cake for you." Leyton noticed how Theo's pupils also slimmed slightly, more of an oval shape now. "But you left. You abandoned us. You ran off without so much as a whisper of what you were planning or reassurances that you'd be okay or apologies for leaving us at a time when we needed each other for support or anything." Theo sighed deeply, "So no, I don't understand."Both went quiet and still."I'm sorry.""No you aren't.""How are you?"Theo let all the emotions drop from his face. Familiar, like the mind altering code that bound him when he was needed. He rolled up his sleeve and set his arm, palm side up, on the table, the mark permanently embedded in his body on display. Familiar, like the touch of the creature that tore him apart and rebuilt him with a new purpose. "What do you think?" Familiar like the buzz in the air around him before a lightning strike."You're one of her's.""And it was you running away that started the butterfly effect that led to me signing the contract." That was a lie, and if Leyton forgot the real reason and believed it then Theo was glad the boy he had once thought of as a brother had abandoned him for a fantasy.

Wesley Power walked down the narrow corridors of the small, shady building deep in the heart of the Dregs, the underbelly of East Kanxe. A place riddled with villains, criminals, and shady activity.Wesley, ever the dutiful and hard working detective, had gotten a tip that The Distortionist was there. It was pure luck he had been able to pull a few strings and redeem a few favors to get a consult with the X-Class villain at such short notice. He posed as someone interested in what she had to offer. What that happened to be he had no clue. Everything was kept tightly under wraps and any hint of what it was had been muttered in a code he had yet to crack. He knew she worked as a hitman, killing and processing the bodies of her targets. Her work was impeccable, every target dissected with terrifying precision to take everything apart neatly. Yet, this wasn't it. It could be, but something was off about the whole situation.No matter how hard Wesley tried to keep himself calm, he could feel the anxiety buzzing through him. He glanced nervously at the little slip of paper in his hand, a symbol scrawled onto it, which apparently represented a room number. He had been able to play his ignorance off as just nerves making him forget things to the receptionist who had explained it to him with a coy smile. Most people would be experiencing negative reactions in various forms when willingly walking into the same room as The Distortionist. Someone regarded as more of a feral creature of chaos and hatred than a human. An international threat, capable of leveling cities in seconds. A mass murderer with no care for life and cannibalistic tendencies.He watched two men exit a previously closed door ahead of him, on the right side of the wall. Their faces were hidden by masks, and bodies tense. They argued back and forth in hushed tones. He pressed himself into the wall as best he could as they passed, not looking for a fight. The two, thankfully, gave him northing but cursory glances. As he checked the numbers, he found that the room the two men left was the same room he was ment to go it.He took a deep, nervous breath before knocking on the door."Come in," the person on the other side beckoned. He slipped into the room, not totally prepared for what was on the other side. Candlelight glinted harshly off metal limbs. Slightly parted lips revealed metal fangs, and even with the unexpected person's hands buried into the shirt of the person they were sprawled across the metal claws they had were obvious. Rather than the plantigrade legs you'd expect from a human, theirs had been hacked off mid thigh, replaced with slim, digitigrade ones. The Distortionist stared at him from where she was on a couch, posture relaxed. She held a Kiseru losely in one hand, smoke trailing from the hizara. The other she carded through the hair or the person on her lap, gently disturbing their pretty linen and caput mortuum curls. A second set of arms were not in use, one resting on the chair while the other was laid over the man's back. A poker chip rest on the table. Out of place, like it had been discarded, compared to the others that were neatly stacked off to one side. Compared to the two methodically stacked card decks set beside the chips, and aptly stacked papers across from those.Ornate furniture was neatly organized in the small room. Lush throws and fluffy pillows were scattered around on the furniture. A coffee table in the center held the documents and things for a card game. The curtains were drawn over a small window, and candles were scattered around the room for lighting."Take a seat," she offered. It sounded like an offer, but he knew it was an order. He took a seat across from her."Care for a game while we talk?" she offered, motioning towards the cards and chips."No thank you," he was hesitant to decline, not wanting to upset her, but he didn't play card games and he didn't want to risk losing money. He knew she'd want to play for money, the cards were just another way to drain the pockets of the unsavory people who'd seek her services."That's a shame," she said, taking a puff from her Kiseru, "Let's get to business then.""I'm sure you're aware of what I usually do?""Yes, I'm aware.""And do you have any idea what I'm currently offering?""No. I'm just a Runner, ma'am." She quirked an eyebrow at him. Runners were used by high ranking people, villains, vigilantes, heros, and more, to do the potentially dangerous deals for them. Most villains would meet her face to face, as sending a Runner would usually be disrespectful in this kind of circle. Vigilantes, heroes, and other folk -- politicians, businessmen, shady people with lots of money -- would usually use Runners to avoid conflict. Those were the kind of people The Distortionist would hunt for fun, so it was best if they kept their distance."Who do you work for?" she asked."Polaris Ascendancy." Polaris Ascendancy was a vigilante consortium based out of Arizona, well known for it's training programs. She smiled, "Well then, I think this will be something you'll be very interested in."She picked up two papers, offering them to him. He took them. They contained diagrams and notes of a human body with artificial adjustments made to the body."Cyberkinetic enhancements," she explained, "Very helpful if utilized properly." It took him a moment to make the connection. The man in the diagrams was the one on her lap. Her smile widened when she realized he figured it out."Pretty, isn't he?" she brushed his hair away from his face, "I couldn't let such a pretty face go to waste when I found him bleeding out after someone tried to stab him to death. So, I took him, fixed him up, replaced the originally damaged organs, and altered his memory. When that worked, I altered his hands," she untangled their claws from her shirt, holding them up to better show him, "and eventually his legs." The man stirred, squirming a bit. They raised their head up with a yawn, blinking lazily."Oh I'm sorry Sweetheart, did I wake you up?" she asked. They huffed softly, moving further up her body to tuck their head into the crook of her neck. She sighed softly and wrapped her arms around them. He chuffed softly as she rubbed his back.She continued to detail cyberkinetic enhancements to him, explaining what they were, what she had done so far, and some of the things she could do. From there it went on to how Polaris Ascendancy could utilize them, the process to get certain things done, and prices. The process was risky, and it was extremely expensive. He was getting a lot of information from this.Eventually, there wasn't any more to talk about."Thank you for the consultation. I'll have to talk with the Ascendancy before I can give a definite answer, as, while this may benefit us greatly and we are thankful for the opportunity, it is a huge investment. Much more than originally anticipated, though that is completely understandable. We'll be sure to get an answer to you as soon as possible," he said."That's completely understandable, thank you for the interest," she replied. He stood and hurriedly left, unwilling to be in the same room as her any longer. He had a lot to report.

Gwyar stalked through the halls, dragging a guard’s unconscious body to a somewhat secluded area. Alarms blared all around her, but she ignored them. She inspected the man, somewhere in his late 20’s or early 30’s with brown hair and amber eyes. She slit his throat with her fingers, which she had shifted into claws, drawing back flesh and sharpening the bones and nails. She dug around in the wound for a bit, before finding the small identification chip each guard had. She made a slit in her own throat in the same spot, and stuck the chip in, the wound stitching itself back together immediately afterwards. Her teeth shifted , growing longer and sharper, and she took a chunk out of the body’s arm. She took another bite for good measure, before using his DNA to alter her appearance and transform into an exact replica of the man. She even replicated his clothes. She grabbed the lanyard ID from his body, and slipped it on.She stood and hurried out into the hall again, changing the way she carried herself to copy the man. She hurried towards the location she needed to go to before she could leave. Two guards stood at the door.“I’m here to pick up Subject-504-M15T,” she stated. They let her through the door with only a quick glance at the badge. Thankfully, she had targeted someone high up enough to not garner suspicion when she said she’d be taking M15T. She stepped into what looked like a child’s bedroom. The faux softness of everything looked so out of place. It should have been at a nice house in the suburbs, not a government facility. Subject-504-M15T sat curled up in a corner. The young girl, around 6 years of age, did not look fully human. Her ears were longer and covered in fur, her legs shifted to digitigrade ones at her mid thigh and were also covered in fur, and she had a long, thin tail with a large plume of fur on it. She had pale skin, platinum blonde hair, and bright silver irises with dark grey sclera.“Terézia,” Gwyar said softly, letting her eyes shift back to their usual dark coffee color, rather than the bright, startling amber of the guard’s. The girl, Terézia, looked up at her, and almost immediately recognized her. Terézia quickly got up and stumbled over to Gwyar. Gwyar caught her before she could fall, and scooped her up into her arms.“Let’s get out of here,” Gwyar said, shifting her eyes back to the guard’s. She turned around and left the room. The guards let her carry Terézia, or Subject-504-M15T as they knew her, away. She walked hurriedly through the facility, passing checkpoints with the physical ID or chip ID, or neither as many of the stations were unmanned and she got by easily.Gwyar masked her anxiety as she reached the final doors to the outside world.“What are you doing with that Subject?” one of the guards asked.“I was given orders to take Subject-504-M15T out of the facility till lockdown is over,” she said, showing a paper to them. She prayed her forgery would pass. It did. She let out an internal sigh, relieved, though they weren’t in the clear yet. They opened the doors and she took her first steps into the outside world in 6 years. Terézia covered her eyes in the blinding light, burying her head in the crook of Gwyar’s neck. Gwyar hurried to one of the facility’s vehicles, and slipped into the back of one. The facility had drivers, so she’d have to get around that problem later.“Where are you headed?” the driver asked, a man in his 50’s, with black hair and stormy gray eyes.“I’m not sure. Just drive for now and I’ll check if they gave me a direction to go. Right now we just need to get out of here,” she stated, buckling herself and Terézia into their seats. The man nodded, started the car, and drove off. They passed through three more checkpoints, before leaving the facility walls. Still not in the clear, it seemed like they’d never be in the clear. Now she had to figure out how to get out of this car and into another, and probably get rid of the driver. Should she kill him or let him keep his life.She pretended to be looking at something on the phone she stole, as they drove further and further from the facility. Once she decided they were far enough away, and had finally gotten close to a small town, she made her decision on what to do. In mere seconds, she unbuckled her seatbelt, lunged forward, and, forcing a piece of her radius to sharpen and lengthen to 6 inches outside her body, slammed the shank into the man’s neck while grabbing the wheel. She returned her bones to normal and motioned for Terézia to unbuckle herself. They were going pretty fast, so she set the car for a collision course with a tree just off to one side, grabbed Terézia, threw open the back door, and jumped out, wrapping herself around the girl to take most of the blow. They tumbled to a stop as the car rammed into the tree, completely totaling it. Gwyar laid there panting for a moment, before getting up and checking on Terézia, who was still in her arms.“You okay?” Gwyar asked softly, looking her over.“I-i’m fine,” Terézia replied, a little shaky. Gwyar stood, a little uneasy at first, and started her journey towards the nearby town. Luckly, no one else was there to see the wreck, and when someone would come upon it, it would be too late.During the walk, Terézia fell asleep in Gwyar’s arms. Almost an hour later, they finally reached the town. Gwyar looked around a bit, avoiding every person possible, till she found a spot where she could hide Terézia till she got clothes for her. She would be fine, since she could just replicate the look and feel of clothes with her body, however Terézia was in a simple hospital gown like thing. Someone would no doubt question it. She set Terézia down in the hiding spot and shifted from the man’s appearance to a fake identity she had created a while ago. Now she looked like a young woman, in her early 20’s, with purple eyes and brown hair with purple streaks in it, wearing a plain t-shirt, jeans, and boots.She walked deeper into the town, looking around till she found a little clothing store that would, hopefully, have clothes in Terézia’s size. She entered the store and looked around. She found some clothes in the kid’s section she thought would fit Terézia, along with a couple things from the men’s section for herself since it might look weird if she just bought the kid’s clothes. She went to the clerk to pay, which thankfully went by with little conversation, the girl at the desk just seemed really tired and bored. She took the tags off and dropped the men’s clothes off at a shelter in the town, before hurrying back to Terézia. She shook the girl awake, presenting the clothes to her. They headed to a local park, which was thankfully deserted as the weather was pretty gloomy that day, and Gwyar helped Terézia get dressed in the privacy of one of the restrooms.Once Terézia was cleaned up and dressed in normal clothes, they headed out to go find a car. It was surprisingly easy. There was a car at this really, really old house near one edge of the town that looked abandoned, so they stole it. No one noticed. It was an extremely common car too, so it’d be harder to look for them if someone reported it stolen. Terézia fell back to sleep in the car. Gwyar let the fake identity fall away, finally not needing it and able to relax a little bit. This was going to be a long trip.<Time Skip>Nearly a day and a half later of almost constant driving, they finally reached their destination. Gwyar parked the car in a random spot a little over a mile away from where she was headed, grabbed the again sleeping Terézia from the back, and walked the rest of the way. It was getting to be pretty late at night when they reached the house. Gwyar knocked on the door, only now worried the person she was looking for might not be there.Thankfully, he was there. Étienne opened the door a moment later. He was shocked to see her.“Gwyar?” he asked.“Heyyy,” Gwyar said, obviously a little nervous, “can we come in?” Only now did he notice the child in her arms.“Yeah, yes, of course,” he said, stepping to the side so she could come in. She walked inside, plopping down on one of the couches in the living room, exhausted. He closed and locked the door before joining her in the living room. It was clear to see that she was a mess; torn clothes, messy hair, bandages everywhere, and she was extremely thin.“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, pulling Gwyar to her feet. He had a lot of questions, though they could wait. She reluctantly followed, as he herded her up the stairs and into his room. She set Terézia down on the bed, and disappeared into the bathroom. He got some clothes he thought would fit her, and followed her into the bathroom. They left the door cracked a little, in case Terézia woke up. He set the clothes down on the counter and started the shower, while she shimmied out of her clothes and unwrapped the bandages. He tried not to stare at the new scars marring her body. She normally didn’t scar like that, or at all.“Thanks,” she said, stepping tentatively into the shower.“No problem,” he replied, “If you need anything just let me know.” He left the bathroom, heading back downstairs to the kitchen to think about everything.Gwyar sighed, standing contently under the running water. She didn’t know how long it had been since she had a proper shower. She stood there for a little longer, just enjoying the feeling of the water, before she slowly cleaned herself up. She shampooed her hair at least two times and scoured her body repeatedly with a loofah, washcloth, and her own hands to get the dirt and grime off. By the time the water ran clear again, she had thoroughly irritated her skin and used up a lot of soap. But that’s what it took to get 6 years of dirt and grime off her body, with only the occasional, poorly done shower once a month during that time, and she didn’t always get that either. She hadn’t been keeping track.She turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. She grabbed a towel and dried herself off before getting dressed. She avoided looking in the mirror, she probably couldn’t handle seeing how much she had deteriorated right now. She usually didn’t like wearing normal clothing, since her mutation would tear through it, but she was too tired to care right now. She left the bathroom, turning out the light, and slid into bed beside Terézia.Once he heard her get out of the bathroom, he headed back upstairs and got ready for bed. The water was cold when he went to take a shower, but he didn’t mind. He smiled softly to himself when he saw the girls curled tightly around each other, changed to a more comfortable mask he could wear while sleeping, and got into bed by Gwyar. He was close enough that she could sense he was there, while also giving her space. Sleeping in a proper bed was weird to Gwyar, she hadn’t been allowed a bed in the facility, but she could definitely get used to it again rather quickly. They fell asleep like that.