Thread: The Light and the Dark in the Soul (Anaeria and razerwing)

Boyd Travers had been on the force for a long time, serving ever since he was old enough. His whole life had been filled with blue uniforms, high speed chases down the highways, even the few firefights in front of other peoples houses. He had helped 'disband' a few gangs, even had his face up on the wall. Being 26, and not exactly the tallest man on the force, he was always the underdog, until he started proving himself. Now, crimes were going up, people were getting hurt, and nobody knew why it was happening. All they knew was that there was a new gang of some sort, some kind of cult or something that was proving to be deadly. Boyd shook his head, running a hand through his short cropped jet black hair, climbing into his cruiser and beginning the drive to the headquarters. His car was one of the most heavily armed cruisers known. Of course, it didn't look that way, but in the trunk was the standard shotgun and a small SWAT grade MP5 submachine gun. These days you could never have too much firepower. Behind thick sun glasses hid dark, almost venomous green eyes, contrasting slightly with his dark hair. His skin had a light tan from being out on foot every now and then. As he passed by his favorite coffee shop, he barely registered the faintest of whispers. Before he knew it, he was driving straight toward a forest that had suddenly come out of nowhere. Brakes squealed as his car slid and spun to it's side, stopping just inches of the border of the grass. Sky scrapers had been replaced by the tallest trees he had ever seen, but what really got to him? Half of his coffee shop had been vanished, replaced by thick foliage. What.... the fuck... happened to my coffee shop! The more he thought about it, the more he figured he was just dreaming. This was his brain's idea of telling him he needed a vacation. In a few moments, he would wake up and be sitting in his bed, with his dog, Herc. Gently, he closed his eyes, opening them slowly. Fuck.... Well, it wasn't a dream. And that was only confirmed when a horse springboarded off the hood of his car and into the city. The impact should have only done a little damage, but for some reason, the hooves put sizeable dents in the hood, smashing a few vital parts. Okay..... I really have to stop going to bars. With a sigh, he climbed out of his car, rubbing his forehead and letting out an exasperated sigh. What next? Would purple monkeys start flying out of his ass? His eyes narrowed as the horse dashed down the streets, and suddenly, something hit him. It was putting the gathered people in danger. A lot of danger. This is unit 26 requesting another squad car at the intersection of Airoso and Floresta, we have a run away horse. The radio crackled for a minute before a voice came over. Uh, we're kind of busy down here. A bunch of people are flooding the station, yelling about how the world is ending. Something about a forest dropping out of the sky? Boyd started to laugh lightly, shaking his head. Well, they aren't crazy that's for sure. I'm standing right in front of it. You know what? I'll take care of the horse. Just, try to get some free time so we can send in a small team to figure out just what the hell is in there. No answer, probably rushed off to help with the crowd. Another sigh passed his lips as he drew his pistol and leveled it. The horse was on a straight road, running in a wild, but strangely straight line, giving him a clear shot. He pulled the trigger once, the bullet smashing into the pavement in front of the animal, hoping that that would be enough to stop it, or at least turn it around so he could get a clear shot at it's head.