OOC: Dunno if its my best or no but still I think it came out quite interesting in some parts. Anilar I recommend that you read your part as I found this twist quite nice, just thought of it now
The grey sky reflected against his green eyes, he scoured his surroundings, exactly like he was trained to do. He scanned the streets below looking for anything out of the ordinary, hell, he didn’t have to look, everything seemed out of the ordinary this time. Increased patrols, recon balloons, surveillance teams, everything was there, everything was out of the ordinary.
Luckily they could be easily spotted, especially to a trained eye like Fenris’s. They were like dots of color amongst a sea of grey. They moved like flies caught in an empty jar, buzzing around, flying around, not resting for a moment. While he was cautious at first all this caution disappread when he noticed the behavior of the ACS and CED forces below, they weren’t looking for someone and they surly didn’t know of what really was going on around here.
They moved to quickly, they weren’t restless like men before an ambush, they weren’t cautious and fearful, the stink of death did not emit from them. They were clean, no intention of killing on them, yet. Like the rest of the townsfolk below, they were sheep, all led by their “superiors” which were sheep as well, there were nearly no wolves at these times, only a handful, yet those handful… They were dangerous, mysterious, unknown… Figures to be feared.
He shook away these thoughts from his head and returned to duty, even though his senses told him that there is nothing to fear he still had a job to do and he had to keep his wits about him and be on guard.
He looked to his left, he looked at the large building which was the Nafi’s safehouse, so easy to spot, not even hidden and yet unseen. The best hide spots are the ones which are plainly visible, that was true, and no truer example could be given. A magnificent trick and yet such a simple one. The building itself, although large and imposing was not at the best shape, some walls began to crumble, like the rest of the buildings around them no color was left, only grey, like the sky, like the citizens. It blended perfectly with the surroundings, none could suspect without previous knowledge.
A sudden gust of wind caused him to narrow his eyes in order to continue seeing. Some might’ve called it a freezing wind yet those obviously did not traverse frozen wastes for several years. They knew nothing of cold. Before his mind could return to these dark memories Fenris quickly looked around trying to find something else to focus on.
He looked down and continued watching the citizens below. They were shells, empty husks, stripped of dignity, honor, and will. Mindless fools. They were enslaved to the will of others, too weak to cry out in pain and fight for their freedom, too afraid. Fenris was like that once, no, he was not, it was someone else, it was not Fenris. He watched as people continued moving, each going to his pointless job just to return tomorrow again. They were all colorless, dead inside. Most of them would’ve killed themselves if they weren’t afraid of death more than of life. Such a mistake, death… Death was simple, forgiving, warm. It did not question one’s moral decisions or ways of life, it simply embraced you, hugged you, taking away the pain and worries. Life was the evil twin, life was harsh and unforgiving, an endless struggle which was bound to fail. If one truly wanted to be free he would embrace death, call for it, cry for it, beg for it, and when he does not fear it anymore it is then when one is free.
Again brooding dark thoughts, a grim smile spread on his scarred face, always with the brooding thoughts. Hell, he could be rich if he would’ve received coin for each dark thought that passed through his head. He sighed, damn thoughts…
His thoughts returned to the civilians once again, how could he blamed them for their inactivity, they were so drugged that they barely felt anything anyway, how could he expect them to act and revolt against the tyrannical regime, it was pitiful and yet pathetic at the same time, the government couldn’t watch them all, why didn’t any of them think about just not taking those drugs, were they so weak willed? His mixed feelings for the mindless sheep confused him, he could not understand their mentality, did they find safety in numbers or simply safety in ignorance? He could not tell and this annoyed him.
He looked to the other side of the building quickly spotting Buck, it’s not that he was hiding either but still Fenris referred to noticing him as spotting him, he referred to all prey like that. He was smiling, though he was always smiling so that was hardly surprising. Buck… Buck was one of the hardest individuals Fenris had to confront. He… He was everything that Fenris was not, he was everything that Fenris did not have, he was everything that made Fenris hate himself. A gem in a broken, degenerated and cruel society, a kind soul, an innocent child in a way. Always caring, always helping, Fenris watched him several times when he went to help the people below. Always being kind and warm, he did it so bluntly, so calmly and regularly that it made Fenris’s anger boil each time. How could one live like that, how could one still be so caring in such a dead society.
He looked at Buck and his face twisted in a snarl, his first instinct was to throw some downgrading insult at the man, spit in his face if needed, snap him out of his happiness. Yet he restrained himself, he was not an enemy, and the world did not need more brooding and depressive individuals like Fenris anyway.
He was satisfied with a simple nod towards Buck, his face emotionless trying not to betray any of his thoughts. In a way such pureness of heart nearly broke Pyotr’s will to live… He was so corrupt, he was as dead as the husks that walked the streets, the only difference was that in his death he was serving death while they were simply slowly dying without doing anything.
They were summoned, a call from Forsythe, the packleader. None could refuse, neither did anyone want to. He nodded towards Buck again, seeing if he received the message as well and then quickly gatherd the junk they left and threw it into a garbage bin. He never left traces of his presence, not even in such safe zones. After that he moved out, heading to the Nafi’s safehouse, heading anxiously, ready to discover the secrets which were kept from them upon arrival.
Everything was organized quickly and after a short delay the screen flickered on, it was the general, the head sheep, yet one disguised as wolf to show off strength. It did not fool anyone, the real wolves were they, the general, he could do nothing, only his forces did his jobs.
Finally, after the introductions and friendly talk they cut to business, finally was the purpose of the mission revealed, in it was revealed to be a challenging one. Four stages for one mission, not bad, though certainly there would be more than, things always got screwed up somehow. He sat in the darkest corner of the room, his contact lens off, his black as night eyes watched carefully everyone’s reactions. In a way that was creepy an in another… Still creepy, he knew that many found the black eyes disturbing, yet he did not care, he found them quite intriguing especially when no one knew the cause for it.
Naturally his body began to create his chameleonic camouflage, he noticed this process yet he did not do anything to stop it. If his opinion was needed he would be asked, until then he will watch, invisible, silent. Still, it would be a glorious hunt for a great cause.