Well, as I beggined my patrol, everything seemed to be just fine and like every others day, or so as it meant, boring. Well, also like every other days, people were going out of my way with fear in their face. I understand them. Even myself I was afraid when I saw how I had changed after this cursed day when magic came to this world. The worst is that officials still did'nt knew what did caused this so sudden flood of magic in the world. If the cause could simply be found, then at least the people of Earth might have some explanation at some of the event of those last few years. Anyway, I don’t care much for these philosophical things. Now, my biggest preoccupation is more of being able to earn my pay so I can afford my life. Well, I must admit it, things had degraded a little bit since the appearance of magic. First, technologist(as scientist are now called) horrified by the sudden rise of magic over technology got in a rush to make better, more advanced technology. Because of this, these last ten years have seen one of the greatest leap in matter of technology. But eventually, magic got sometime mixed with that technology, resulting in a wide variety of item and also some dire mistake that now still roam the land. One of those « mistake » would be the New York dragon. Some idiot tryed to mix a tremendously magical beast such as a dragon with some technological « add-on » to make it even more greater. The resulting experience drove the poor creature mad as it destroyed half of the city before some help(that had come in the form of a squadron of 12 F-25) had come. New York never really got up again and it is simply another place ruined by the events that followed the « change ». By the way, did I had mentioned before that i was actually working in the remnant of that city. A pretty eerie place now, but because of it’s fall, it’s one of the few place were changed ones are actually accepted. Well, perhap i should say that it is one of the few place were the changed ones can’t be really rid off from. Thought I don’t think that this ever going to happen as the government official and the normal people from else are too happy for us to simply stay at this place .
But that did’nt meant that those humans that lived in the city accepted nevertheless the changed ones that we were. The racist of the old days, after noticing there was now creature that were even more of an « abberation » than black people, were simply too much happy of forming hunting party to « purify » the city of our presence. Myself, I have probably « took care » of about three of those parties. So iI was’nt suprised when I saw one of such party beggining to shoot everywhere at both changed ones and normal human.
« Fine so this is AGAIN one of their bunch of psychotic»
-I’ll take care of them, did i say to my human partner, a fellow named Smith.
-Are you crazy!, did he said in stupefaction, they are ten against the two of us!
-No, ten againts myself, did I answered back, and don’t forget I was of the « first wave », I got experience of fighting those untrained psycho.
My partner only gave a grumble this time as his only answer.
And so I slithered silently toward those psychos, and took my weapon (an assault rifle (crime is something not to be trifled with here)) and aimed at the ones that seemed to be their leaders(aka : the one who yelled the least and stayed behind the others) and shooted him right in his head. To say the least, the surprise of those psychotic was great as, after seeing the death of their leaders, they ran quickly in an attempt to escape. Obviously, they are not used to see resistance. And then I came back to my partner.
-Obviously, they were simply another gang of stupid punks, did I say to my surprised partner(obviously he was’nt prepared to see those idiot get dispatched in the blink of an eye).
Then I looked to see how much people were killed by those idiot and how much were « simply » hurt. 3 deads, 5 hurt. Compared to some others days, there was rather less damage. Some time there was easily about twenty people killed. But then I saw something glittering in the hand of one of the dead person.
It was some kind of golden fragment, it seemed to come from some kind of jewel, maybe a medalion.
And then I saw something wrong with the corpse. It’s wound did’nt seem to have been caused by the kind of gun those psycho used. So this was only a diversion. The real target was that person (a woman by the way) that holded this gold fragment. The psycho who were around were simply creating a diversion. For an unknow reason i decided to take the fragment, it was probably important. And I needed to talk to Sara now.