This is one of those stories that take place in a post-apocalyptic setting… You’ll see a lot of modern day things, some backwashed societies, and futuristic ideals all rolled into one city…

This is one of those stories that take place in a post-apocalyptic setting… You’ll see a lot of modern day things, some backwashed societies, and futuristic ideals all rolled into one city…

So read and enjoy!!

Chapter 1: Fenrir

Fenrir walked through the streets of the Underground, a post apocalyptic city known for its eccentric citizens. After the Fifth World War, civilization had been lost and most cities were similar to the Underground, reduced to lawless clumps of buildings and people. There was no such thing as a government or law enforcement. If you wanted to get things done, you had to do it yourself or hire someone. Fenrir was one of those hired, a merc who would do anything for the right price. Currently, he was on a hunt for… A cat.

“Here kitty,” Fenrir said softly, “Come on out.” The multiple chains that looped around his waist jangled as he walked through the winding, twisting streets. He ran his fingers through his silver white hair, slate grey eyes searching intently for the missing cat. He fingered the several little hoops that pierced along the edge of his right ear as he murmured, “Come on, kitty. Where are you?”

Fenrir glanced up at the tall buildings that surrounded the street as he toyed with the clasp and dangling upside down cross on his left ear. Then he spotted it. “There you are.”

The cat was sitting primly on top of what seemed to be an old office building. Fenrir studied the side of the building and in one fluid motion, leapt up, landing neatly next to the black cat.

Fenrir slowly extended his hand toward the cat, “Here kitty.”

The cat meowed and nuzzled Fenrir’s fingers.

Fenrir gave a small smile; he had always liked cats. They were intelligent in a way humans could never be.

A clear example of this was right next to him, pointing a shot gun right at his temple, “What are you doing on my property?”

Fenrir glanced at the building, “Not much to be proud of.”

The man’s eyes narrowed; he was a rather fat member of the male human population with little black eyes glittering underneath a pile of greasy black hair, “What are you doing here?”

“Just doing my job,” Fenrir replied calmly despite the fact that the muzzle of the gun was pressing harshly into the side of his head.

The cat meowed and off the building to find some other cat thing to do.

“Oh, fuck, there it goes again,” Fenrir muttered. He stood up to follow it, but the fat man jabbed the gun into Fenrir’s chest.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

Fenrir pointed at the direction of the cat, “Someplace over there.”

The fat man’s eyes narrowed, “You being smart with me? You got a death wish? You know, they call me a crazy fat bastard!! I’ve killed so many people, I don’t even remember the number.”

Fenrir smiled, eyes suddenly wild, “You know, they call me a crazy bastard, too. But unlike you I remember how many people I’ve killed.”

The fat man growled, “You little fucker. Stop messing with me.”

Fenrir chuckled, low and almost menacing, “Why don’t you just shoot me?” He took off long, black coat and traced an X over his heart, “Right here.”

The fat man snarled, “Shut the fuck up!!” He squeezed the trigger, and the bullet hit Fenrir in the arm and shot straight out.

Fenrir didn’t even flinch, “Wao, you can’t even aim right. You fucking missed.” The wound began smoking as he spoke, flesh and muscle repairing itself until it was perfect clean skin. The only evidence of the wound was the tear in his loose, white dress shirt and the blood.

The fat man dropped the gun, staring in horror, “How the fuck-”

Fenrir grinned almost maniacally, “Why don’t I give you a lesson on how to kill a person.” He pulled out a gun from a holster strapped behind him on his studded belt. A long chain with small trinkets and charms dangling along the length of it was attached to the base of the gun’s grip, the other end clasped around the belt loop of his black jeans. He pointed the gun at the fat man, eyes gleaming, and pulled the trigger.

Bullet tore through the man’s skull, ripping through it until there was nothing but a bloody stump and streams of blood and mush behind him.

Fenrir smiled, face twisted in a countenance of madness, “Use it wisely in hell.” He returned the gun to its holster and flung his coat over his shoulder, “Now where’d that cat go…”

Fenrir managed to locate the cat before it got too dark and returned it to its owner. It was rather troublesome to find the guy seeing as the Underground was a rather confusing place. It was small in size and even smaller in population, but the mazes of streets, some which ended nowhere, and randomly jumbled buildings made it hard to find your way around.

But Fenrir had lived here for a long while and knew the city like the back of his own hand. Fenrir made his way back home, walking through the confusing streets easily and confidently. He decided to take a longer route through the Red District, just to stay out and enjoy the cool air.

The Underground had been split into five regions, each with its own distinct crowd, except for the Central District. The Central Disctrict was located right in the center of the Underground and consisted mainly of shops that sold good ranging from drugs to weapons to information.

The North District AKA the Red District was the place to be if one wanted to be on the wild side of life. A person could find strippers, bars, and pot joints here, pretty much anything he needed to be ‘entertained.’

The South District AKA the Food District was where the factories were and where the food was packaged and processed into cans. Canned goods were the most common form of food in the Underground for various, obvious reasons. Canned food was easy to handle and transport, and they lasted for a while, unlike plastic packaged food.

The West District AKA the Black District was the home of the Black Angels, one of the major gangs of the Underground. The East District AKA the White District was the base of the White Devils, the Angels’ rival gang. The two mafia type groups had been fighting with each other for the past two ears over land and territory, but in recent times they’ve been strangely quiet.

Not that it mattered to Fenrir; he never cared much about such trivial things. He circled around the Red District into the Center District where he lived. He made his way to a small apartment and kicked the door open. The front hall was rather bare except for the desk and chair in the center and a sofa-table set off to the side.

Fenrir walked up the stairs to the five apartments the building housed. One, the one closest to the opening, was used as a kitchen. The others were furnished with the basic necessities a normal apartment had. He knocked on the third door, “Jack, you there?”

There was a thud and a scrambling noise as a voice called out, “Just a moment.” The door opened to reveal a slender female teenager with short red hair fluttering around her deep, green eyes dressed only in an oversized t-shirt that barely covered her lower female parts. She smiled at Fenrir, “Mission accomplished?”

Fenrir shrugged, “Yeah. Anything new?”

Jack nodded and handed him a slip of paper, “I already set up an appointment with Lilith. She wants you to meet her later tonight.” She glanced at the clock, “You’ve got an hour to do whatever.”

Fenrir read the note and shoved into his pocket, “That’s it?”

Jack nodded, “Oh, and I’m gonna go out tonight and be back late so don’t wait up for me.”

Fenrir sighed, “Yeah, sure whatever.” He walked into his own room as Jack closed the door and collapsed onto his cot. He’d get started after a quick nap…

Running faster… Faster… Through the trees… The tall grass… Can’tletthemfindmecan’t… Running into the darkness… Couldn’t see… Only hear those following him… His body ached… Ithurtsithurstwhywhywhy… But he pushed aside the pain; his fear of those following was much too strong… Don’tletthemfindmeohgod… Then a cold pair of hands clasped around his throat… They’re hereeee…

Fenrir’s eyes snapped open, and he quickly sat up, breathing heavily. He glanced at the old alarm clock beside him; he’d only been asleep for fifteen minutes. He ran his hand through his spiky white hair as he closed his eyes. He had that dream ever time he tried to sleep; he stayed awake most nights, terrified to even close his eyes. Luckily for him he didn’t need much sleep anyway.

Fenrir rolled out of the cot and changed into a tight, black shirt and a loose white jacket decorated with black checkers. He pulled on his buckled boots and walked out the door.

Fenrir walked down the main street, going with the flow of the traffic. Most people walked around town since cars were a luxury; only the wealthy could afford the gas and maintenance to keep them running. Fenrir walked a distance more and then turned into a near invisible alleyway. After walking through a maze of streets, he stopped in front of what used to be a sashimi restaurant.

Fenrir stood in front of the door for several minutes when it suddenly swung open, revealing a tall, voluptuous woman dressed scantily in a thin blue bra and matching thong. The strangest thing about her was the black cat ears nestled in her long, black hair and a tail swishing around her legs.

The cat lady seemed delighted, “Fenrir!! It’s been a while.”

Fenrir inclined his head, “Good to see you, Lilith.”

Lilith smiled, “You don’t visit me much anymore.”

Fenrir shrugged as he sauntered up to her, “Haven’t had anything interesting for you to check out.”

Lilith licked her lips as she hungrily eyed Fenrir’s body, “Oh, you know I’m always interested in anything you have.” She ran her hand down his chest stopping above his dick, “I missed you.”

Fenrir smirked, “Not this time, Lilith.” He gently pushed her hand aside, “I’m here for business.”

Lilith pouted, tossing her black hair, “Humph. Fine, come on in.” She gestured for him to enter the sashimi restaurant. The room was filled with not people, but cats. Cats of all breeds were scattered over the room, sleeping, eating or, just being cats. Lilith sat down on one of the chairs that wasn’t occupied by a cat, “So, what do you need?”

Fenrir leaned against the wall, “I’m looking for a man goes by the name of Lance. Can you find him for me and any relative information about him.”

Lilith turned to the cat on the table next to her and quietly muttered something to it. The cat nimbly leapt off the table and out the window. Lilith turned back to Fenrir, “It’s done. I’ll have one of my cats deliver the information to you in a few days.”

Fenrir nodded, “Thanks.”

Lilith smiled coyly, “Next time don’t wait til business to visit me.”

Fenrir walked out the door, “Sure thing.”

o.O.o.O.o.O.o

Fenrir sauntered down the maze of alleyways, aimlessly wandering. He stopped, “You plan on showing yourself anytime soon?”

An Angel, dressed in a casual white turtleneck, black slacks and a black trenchcoat, leapt down from the building, blonde hair whipping about his elegant face, “How’d you find me so quickly?”

Fenrir smirked, “Wasn’t difficult. What do you want?”

The Angel extended his hand, “My name is Zerual. Pleased to meet you.”

Fenrir scoffed, “I don’t give a shit about your name. What do you want?”

The Angel smiled serenely, “They said you were a bit antisocial.”

Fenrir narrowed his eyes, “Enough with the Mr. NiceGuy games. What the fuck do you want?”

Zerual chuckled, “Very well.” He handed Fenrir a creamy, white envelop, “My Master wishes to meet with you. The time and location are all in here.”

Fenrir took the envelop, “Why me?”

Zerual curled his lip in repugnance, “That is beyond me. I’m not quite sure why the Master would meet with a rude, filthy piece of shit like you.”

Fenrir raised an eyebrow, “Oh, ho, so you aren’t Mr. NiceGuy anymore, are ya? I thought you acted a bit wimpy for a Black Angel.””

Zerual’s eyes flashed, “Honestly, the Master has such odd taste.” He turned on his heel, “Farewell, Devourer of Worlds.”

Fenrir grunted, “Yeah, whatever, shithead.”

Zerual whirled around, gun in hand pointed directly at Fenrir, “I really don’t think I can take it any longer…”

Fenrir smirked, “Isn’t your boss gonna be pissed if ya kill me?”

Zerual’s eyes gleamed, “I don’t plan on killing you. Maybe hurt you a little bit.”

Fenrir grinned, eyes gleaming wildly, “Give it your best shot.”

Zerual fired multiple shots each of them ripping through Fenrir’s body.

Fenrir just grinned, “You know that actually stung a bit.” The wounds began to smoke as they healed, “But what bothers me the most…” He glanced down, “I really liked this shirt.”

Zerual’s eyes widened, “That’s not possible… A mere human… Cannot be capable of something like this.”

Fenrir’s grin grew wider, “Well, let’s just say I’m not quite human.” He lunged toward the Angel with blinding speed as he drew his gun. He grabbed Zerual’s chin as he jabbed the muzzle of the gun at the Angel’s heart, “I was gonna let you go, but you seriously piss me off.”

“You’re fucking insane,” Zerual choked.

Fenrir squeezed the trigger, eyes glinting with madness, “I’m glad you could realize that.” The bullet ripped through the Angel’s heart, spraying blood everywhere. Fenrir dropped the body, “Great. My clothes are full of holes and covered in blood.” He tucked his gun back in the holster, “Fan-fucking-tastic…”

o.O.o.O.o.O.o

Fenrir walked up the stairs to his room. Jack was gone, so she was probably still out partying. Fenrir collapsed onto the bed and pulled out the letter. He ripped it up and pulled out a folded piece of paper with the same texture as the envelop. Inside it read:

The Sparrow. Midnight. Please don’t be late.

Fenrir sighed and tossed the letter to the side. “How troublesome.” He stared up at the ceiling when suddenly there was a tapping at his window. He turned his head to find Lilith hanging over his window, cheerfully waving.

Fenrir raised an eyebrow as she entered, “I didn’t know you made housecalls.”

Lilith smiled; she was a bit more covered up than the last time he met her. She was dressed in a red, leather coat that covered up to her knees. She handed him a large package, “I found what you asked for.”

Fenrir took the package as he sat up and tossed it onto his bed, “Thanks.”

Lilith smiled sweetly, “No problem.”

Fenrir glanced at her, “If you’re worried about the money, you’re gonna hafta wait til Jack gets back.”

Lilith stripped off her jacket, “For the payment I’m expecting, money’s not involved.” Underneath all she wore were a thong and a lacy bra.

Fenrir didn’t look enticed, “You look like a fucking stripper.”

Lilith grinned, licking her lips, “That’s the idea.” She straddled him and nuzzled his neck, “Come on. You used to like this.”

Fenrir sighed and closed his eyes, “This isn’t gonna work out.”

Lilith pressed her humongous boobs into him and nibbled at his throat, “Don’t be such a stiff.”

Fenrir pushed her away, not so gently, “Get off!”

Lilith’s eyes flashed, annoyed, “It because of her, isn’t it? Abigail…”

Fenrir’s eyes widened at the name, “Don’t…”

Lilith tossed her head, “Forget about her. You let her haunt your dreams, rule your live. Abigail… You can’t even listen to her name without flinching.”

Fenrir slammed Lilith against the wall, fingers squeezing her throat, “Don’t. Ever. Say. Her. Name. Ever.” His eyes were burning with a crazy wildness, face twisted with anger.

Lilith gasped for breath, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Fenrir please, don’t…”

Fenrir released her, but his eyes were still cold and cruel, “Get outta here.”

Lilith walked out the door, tears in her eyes. She stopped in the doorway and turned back to Fenrir, “Let her go.” Then she was gone.

Fenrir collapsed, back against the bed as he remembered her. Abigail. He clenched his fists, unable to forget her scent, her warmth.