Legatus505

 A Happy Family     Family is a tricky subject for me. Understandably, I think, if you've read the story thus far. Family is meant to make you feel safe and secure. They're your first guide on how to live and survive. A unit that is supposed to trust and rely on eachother.     My first family was a failure in that regard. Even my father, who made it clear how much he cared for me, never managed to make me feel secure by any measure.     My second family was an improvement in security, at least. Who could hurt the monster with weapons built into his body and the backing of an original arbiter? But considering one parent was already dead and regarded as property that could be destroyed at any time, it came with its own form of insecurity.     My third family was the most secure. A strong and caring unit that went out of their way to support eachother. That's why I had to leave them behind.     In nature, a lone wolf is one that leaves...

 Interim 9: The Case of The Psychic - Operation Starfall (Content warning: gore, violence, body horror)      The Wolf stood still and silent as he looked over the scene. The room had once been pure white, clean to the point of sterility. That's what his report assured him, yet not a single speck of white remained. There were even warnings that entering the lab may make him feel a little light headed due to the use of various chemicals, some for cleaning, others to control the beasts spawned from such a place. The only scent assaulting his nostrils as the wolf took a step into the room was a familiar one, and it didn't leave him feeling light headed at all.       His pulse quickened, eyes narrowing as he followed a single drop of red through the air. Muscles in the back of his neck twitched slightly, as he reached up and allowed the crimson bead to come to a rest in his palm. A deep inhale filled his lungs with air and mind with the thrill of the h...

 Interim 8: A Fleeting Dream      The door swings inwards, letting out a shrill shriek in protest. The hinges hadn't seen oil in years, but they still did their job with only a little complaint. The padlock that had held the door shut was easy enough to snap off. It was a cheap piece of junk, more for show than actual security. I shuffle in, closing the door behind me and jamming the handle with the plastic wet floor sign I stole from just outside. Every sound echoes in the small room, along with my pained groans from the simplest movements.     Another piece of junk that needed better maintenance.     Thankfully, the interior had been better maintained. Two urinals, one toilet behind a wooden stall, and two sinks took up the majority of the space in the bathroom.      The train station closest to Noctyx house never closed, but I'd barely missed the last train before arriving. At first I had killed time outside, shivering in the sno...