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Post by Cynder on Apr 11, 2011 20:28:33 GMT -5
Sirens wail loudly as a platoon of cop cars escort a S.W.A.T. truck past the city limits and onto the interstate. It is the first time in a long time that something serious on the governmental scale has happened in Nevada. People in the streets stop and stare as the big black truck disappears in a cloud of dust. Inside the S.W.A.T. truck, its grim cargo lies unconscious on a stretcher, strapped down by leather straps and chains of a certain precious metal. Several men in black uniforms sit around him, rifles balanced in their laps.
In a corner they'd haphazardly tossed his dark red coat in their haste to subdue the angry monster. The men had their protocol and orders to follow, and precautions had to be taken, especially when dealing with powerful creatures like him. Now, he was quiet and still, inky black hair spilling over his closed eyes in that unkempt manner. No one had noticed the switch. They'd taken the real thing and left his petty, unuseful DNA copy behind.
The Superintendent had reasoned that it was better this way. The city would be safer without its iconic anti-hero. After the unfortunate Hotel Siege, the man deeply disliked the vampire. It gave the Superintendent peace of mind to know that he would now be used by the government and be treated as such: property. They saw him as the ultimate weapon and desired his near god-like abilities. However, this had been done without his consent and against his will. Not that anyone cared. There was nothing in the law that recognized his kind, or gave them rights. He was just a puppet, and they held the marionette strings. |
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