Thread: The Special Division Tactical Force-Hareem/Moon

How had things turned out like this? One minute Nate Oran had been minding his own business, walking back towards his little apartment after the end of his classes at college, just like he'd done time after time in the past 2 years, and then suddenly all hell had broken loose. At first he thought it might have been some kind of gang warfare spilling over into the streets, then it had seemed more like a riot....everything was happening so fast though....and the things he saw, or at least thought he saw....surely his eyes had been playing tricks on him....after all there was no way he had seen people's bodies changing like that....into inhuman monsters....whilst others moved unlike anything that was possible for a human. And then others had come....clearly not friends to either side that had been fighting, but quite obviously not the police either. Before Nate really knew what was happening, he had found himself being grabbed, dragged away, his hands restrained behind his back as he had been forced onto the ground, others lined up alongside him. It quickly became clear these people...whoever they were...thought that he was with one of these....gangs....if that's what they were. There hadn't been a chance to protest his innocence...when he had opened his mouth and tried to make a noise he had received a rather swift smack to the head and an order to shut his filthy mouth. Eventually, everything had finally settled down, the fighting over and people being carted away, until eventually only Nate was left behind. He looked up as the odd man dressed in red approached him, having been ordering everyone around. Nate wanted to say something, to speak, but he had learned better after last time. Fortunately however, this one seemed to be capable of actually thinking. He recognised that Nate wasn't involved in all of this.....however instead of just letting him go as Nate expected, he was ordered to be bundled into another van and taken away to god knows where. All Nate knew was that it was far....he must've been in the van for at least 2 hours, maybe more.....his watch and phone had both been broken in all the commotion so he had no way of telling exactly how much time he had left. After that, he was bundled off to a room, catching a brief glimpse of what looked like large wolves.....but....they were far too big....and rather....human looking? No....had to be his imagination....the glance had been brief after all. Nate just followed where he was led, down the stairs into a large room, his hands finally freed before he was left alone for a while....until someone came to give him food....someone very unusual. Uhhh.... Nate stared at the man as he entered then left, acting like nothing was unusual....and yet....those had definitely been wings.....oh yes.....most definitely wings. What the hell is going on here...? He reached up to rub at his face. I swore I was going to go through college with no drugs.....maybe someone slipped me something and this is a seriously bad trip... He looked to the food, walking over and sniffing it. It seemed ok....smelled ok....but he didn't particularly want to risk it....who knows what the food could have been laced with? He seemed to be getting treated well but....it could be all a trick. Rather than eating, Nate just sat down, growling and rubbing his face. What the hell is going on here....? I just want to get home....as crappy as my apartment is at least I'm not a prisoner there....