Thread: A Complexing World

He won't die immediately... but because he's my brother, he deserves a second chance. Take him in to research and development to get stitched up... and to try the new Neot serum. If nothing else, he'll be for reasearch purposes should he actually die from the treatment. These words constantly lingered on Leon's mind, overbearing the chilled rain as it battered on his leather coat. Wings were closed and wrapped around his body as if they were a cloak, and clad in his shirt and worn jeans, as well as black leather boots, Leon's hair had a bit of a damp appearance. The rain had appeared, and with the mist rolling in also, he closed his eyes as he considered the possibilities. He had come here, trailing his older half-brother, Streg, whose mother was elven born, and thus only had part of the genes he himself had. Streg's mother died, and the father remarried with a human, to where Leon came into the world himself. Leon was human himself at the time... But an accident occurred, beyond the control of Leon's because of his pure human lineage. See, humans, or at least, the people that Leon came from, weren't originally magical in nature, and though Streg had half-human genes in him, his elven side ensured that Leon wasn't horribly mangled, or killed. However, all beliefs that his brother showed any cares for him were gone the moment Streg considered him a research experiment. Leon was aware that Streg was his brother, but that betrayal, no sense of care if Leon died, he just felt he could not forgive that. That was five years ago Leon broke out of the lab with force, but he knew his brother was keeping tabs on him from a safe distance. All the now Neot myth-hunter could do is to make whatever money he can from mythical beings that endanger larger populations, biding his time for an opening to be made to kill his brother. The ferocity and desire to kill was the werewolf genes running through his system now if it hadn't been for them, he wouldn't be overcome with the feeling of revenge, believing Streg had his reasons. All that lingered was hatred towards him... --------------------------------------- Watching the monitors, he would see the dark-haired with blue streaks walking down the street. The security cameras were watching all of them. So... you tracked me all the way here, dear brother. Streg muttered softly to himself, a smirk crawling on his face. Should we send a group of our finest and bring him to you? One of the security officers asked, turning in his seat to face the half-elf, who chuckled in response. You send your finest, he will only rip them apart. He is no longer human... Just continue to monitor him, notify me if any changes develop. Streg gave the command, a glimmer of light coming from his eyes as he spoke these words, before turning to leave. Yes, Lord Streg... They answered back, before they would turn to face the monitors again, the door closing behind Streg as he entered the hallway. His shoes making a firm clicking sound with each step he made, heading towards his office. There, one of his female assistants were there, pouring a glass of fine, elven wine for him, and addressed him by both name and title. Streg was quick to dismiss them, taking the goblet and had a few sips of the beverage, all while gazing out the window. The mist and rain combination looked amazing from the high-up room of the corporation building. The place was lined with diverse machinery, alarm systems, magic enchantments and traps to ensure that entry even by immortals would prove difficult. The building functions more as a fortress than an office, but nonetheless, Streg was able to watch the Neo Tokyo streets from the safety of the building, chuckling lightly to himself all the while...