Truu, crouched, his booted feet on both of their chests; he ripped their throats out and leapt into the air. The boom zombies' chests collapsed as he used them for spring-boards.

The other boom zombies closing in had just missed Truu as he leapt first on the great round table for greater thrust, then again, veering right to land on top of one of the tall book selves where he crouched and wiped putrid blood across his black shirt.

A mob of boom zombies attacked their two downed brothers (who still screamed, though half their throats were gone) and ripped them apart in zombie speed, screaming all the while.

Truu watched the boom zombies from his perch on top of the tall shelf: most of them were dressed casually; they could've been snatched from their homes or even off the street; while still others still wore torn and dirty remains of zoot suits proclaiming them to high society.

Truu noticed other things as well. They all had the pure white eyes like the ones at The Grothelin, but these zombies foreheads were bare save for rotting dead flesh—there were no tattooed third eyes. Was this another clan? It would explain why this bunch didn't seem as smart as the others, or it could also mean that the ones at The Grothelin could've simply been an elite troop. Truu put it to the back of his mind.

This clan was blind. Truu could tell by the way they walked and turned at every sound. That's why none of them attacked him on top of his perch; he made no sound, they didn't know he was there.

Idiots, Truu thought to himself, they don't know that their stupid screaming, which is probably meant to single out each other, also drowns out almost any other sound in the room. I could probably pick them off one by one. . . .

Truu, with his fangs and claws extended, leapt off his perch with a wicked smile on his face and mayhem in his glowing blood red eyes.

He slashed open one zombie from shoulder to groin, releasing a ripe stench that made Truu want to gag before touching ground. He landed crouching in front of the falling zombie. It would've fell on the didijio if not for him thrusting himself up and catching the animated corpse with his right forearm over his head at the nape of the zombie's neck. Putrid black blood washed over Truu as he kept the dead suspended above him. The boom zombie screamed and tried to grab hold of Truu with its waving arms (which couldn't be bent at the joints); but it was impossible at the angle they both were in.

Truu was amazed at the strength the thing had (its weight had caused Truu to fall on one knee and rest on his free hand in back of him) still after most of its blood and dried shriveled organs had drained and fallen out of its body.

Truu heard the others approach the two of them, then cursed himself for underestimating the boom zombies. It wasn't waving its arms to grab Truu, it was waving them to keep Truu pinned, knew that if he tried to throw it off it would be able to grab hold. And with its strength, Truu was sure it would have no problem crushing the life out of him.

He felt his blood ignite on fire; his heart pound like hammers in his chest as he began to see the world through a red haze—he had too much blood in him! Truu, using his arm and legs to thrust himself up, threw the zombie off with his forearm. The zombie came down too quickly, hardly giving Truu enough time to stiffen his right arm and sever the corpse's head off with a crescent moon swipe.

The headless body fell to the ground while the other boom zombies closed in on Truu in a tight circle. He stood on his hunches, readying himself for the dive into the black blooded sea of the undead.

He never got his chance though. The headless body that laid at his feet began to first bubble then explode, burying shrapnel of bone into Truu and the rest of the zombies around the body. Truu covered his face as bone buried itself in his forearms, stomach and legs.

He screamed out in pain as he stumbled back and into the waving arms of several boom zombies. They shreded and ripped his clothes trying to get a solid grip on the didijio, who began to jump and swerve, slash and kick madly to no avail; he was simply tiring himself out.

The situation was not good, Truu knew. He had to retreat and get his barings. He bent to leap to another perch, but a zombie caught him by the leg in mid-flight, slamming him into one of the shelves like one would swipe a newpaper at a fly.

Truu's body split into the old wood shelf, sending rippels throughout the rest of its twelve-foot frame. It soon crashed in two and Truu was buried; his chest and head hit the tiled floor, in wood, books, and dust.

As Truu laid still in the wreckage, getting his barrings straight. He felt a smile come to his face and a howl in his throat. The world turned a blood red. The zombie that had threw him down was nearly on top of him, but Truu was quicker. Rolling himself up into a ball, he rolled once letting his feet stop him and using the ground as a springbord. He shot himself into the air knowing everything that move must die by his hands! That he must feel their blood wash him and his claws must rip flesh!

Airborne, Truu arched his back and flipped in the air and shot down, head first, like a missle. He landed on open palmes and crouched before leaping again. He shot over the boom zombie who made a pathetic attempt to grab for him, and into the group of six coming up behind it—why simply shred one when you could have six?

He slammed into the middle two, claws first, sending them crashing to the ground with him on top and hands wrist deep in their chests. The two groups of boom zombies on Truu's two flanks begain to turn, hands clawing air.

Truu had planned on slicing the two closest advancing towards at whichever flank he would decide to defend first, but the two downed boom zombies had other plans for him. Around the two gapping holes that Truu's still deeply emerged claws had left, the flesh and cartilage begain to rapidly heal around it, trapping him.

Truu's fire red eyes opened wide as he found his hands trapped in what could be solid stone, so strong was the trapping cartilage and flesh. Truu squatted, his feet solidly on the ground to get better leverage. But it was pointless; the hands where stuck steadfast. The boom zombies where advancing quickly on both flanks.

Truu screamed out in pain: the cartilage did not stop regenerating around his wrists; they countinued on, sharp cartilage easly cutting through his flesh, threatning to cut him from his hands.

Inside the putrid wastes and dead freefloating organs of the boom zombies chests, Truu opened his palms flat, letting boom energy flow, condensing it to one spot. Outside through tears of pain and rage, quantum strands of boom energy flowed around his body, making their way to his hands. Through sore riddled and ripped flesh, the insides of the boom zombies begain to glow a bright illuminance, gradually becoming brighter and brighter, escaping through their open mouths and eye sockets, ears, finger nails and toes—

"SHA-MEA-TOU!"

Truu leapt with the quantum explosion, shielding his face as quickly as he could as bone ripped through him. Truu had put too much power into the leap, with the explosion; he slammed into the dome ceiling twenty-five feet above, crashing into plaster and brick. He fell, spiraling till crashing first through the great round table in the library's center, then through the tile borded floor to the cement ground in the basement.

With the sha-mea-tou and Truu's break through, the first level of the library crashed in.

It sounded as the world had caved in.

It took several minutes for the dust to settle, the creeking and shifting of broken shelves and torn books to stop.

The first boom zombie unburied itself from the wreckage, followed by many others surronding Truu who stood on unsteady legs, covered from crown to toe with blood—both his and zombies'—and dust, his cloths shredded and clinging to him only through patches of dried blood. His hands laid limply at his flanks, useless and dead.

"Come on then!" Truu growled as the zombies began to advance towards him; his red eyes blazed, backed by all the fires of hell.


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"Looking good!" Acinonyx proudly proclaimed as she studied herself in her full length mirror.

She had her ankle-length yellow hair tied in a thick braid, bangs neatly cut. Black sunglasses was worn, a match with her black lipstick. She wore a white dress shirt with a black tie; black gold linked and gold clasped suspenders were fastened to the waistband of her white knee-length polished latex capries. She tip-toed on her white canvas high heel sneakers and white slouched socks, then spun herself around as graceful and balanced as any dancer to look at herself at all angles. Her white heavy leather duster laid slumped over a nearby chair.

She bent down to adjust one of the elastic cuffs just below her knee when she felt a queer distance sense of excitement and anticipation. Her heart begain to pound in her chest, her blood igniting.

Before she could question the sensation, she fell to her knees with a scream of pain, hugging her body tightly as she felt . . . things . . . objects rip throughout her body. She looked throughout her body, sure to find blood darkening the whiteness of her outfit, but found only sweat.

Vertigo overtook her awhile later. The room swooned and she spasmed right there on the floor, her chest and chin becoming deeply numbed.

She slowly got up, shaking uncontrollably. She made it to the kingsized bed that her and her husband shared, scantly realizing the excitment she felt through freely running tears.

She screamed again as she felt her whrists pop out their sockets, but she found them safe, only numbed.

The room went vertigo again as she felt as if flung through the air, her back becoming numb as she stopped and fell, crashing, crashing . . .

She hit her carpeted floor hard, trying desperately to shake the empathic bond she shared at times with her lover, trying to close her mind and balling herslf in the closest corner she could find, her head resting on her knees as her arms hugged, locked around her bare shins and latex sheathed thighs.

She was never really aware of her shaking and crying, or the fact that she continuously called out for her lover.


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Truu had Changed to his hybrid form: the nine-foot tall composite of man and wolf tore into the ranks of boom zombies, his metallic blade-hair erect and slicing cleanly through rotting bodies as a heated knife would through butter.

His twelve inch steel ivory fangs ripped out hands and arms as his long muzzle closed around the undead. His clawed hind feet crushed bodies to the ground whole.

The boom zombies tried to grab hold of the raging feral hybrid, resulting in the slicing away of fingers and arms. Truu's tail sliced through legs.

The Dark Fear which Truu could cause had no affect on the walking dead.

Truu's keen twitching ears picked up the wails of judex sleds on the upper levels of the streets above, heard the reverberation of a large Didijio Prime field unit S.T.E.P.ing—teleporting—in on the somewhat still attached above level. Truu quickly turned to look around the tomed and recked filled basement with his infrasight, finding a dull neon lit EXIT sign sevral feet to his left. He leapt at it, crashing clear through the door and a large section of brick wall supporting it, seeing a flight of stairs which led to the street level alley above.

The hybrid Truu crouched, taking the twenty steps which led to the alley in one leap, landed with such force that his hind feet broke apart pavement. Truu took in the alley with trained speed: it opened up to the sidewalk and street which ran across the library, a side door was housed to the side in-between Truu and the open street; the alley heading back, Truu saw with his infrasight, ended with a dead end; a solid brick wall too tall for him to leap and too time consuming to break down. With his dead, limp hands, climbing wasn't an alternitve.

Truu could not be detained by the judex or the didijio field units; the army of boom zombies came from somewhere close, their sender or senders must be close by, keeping an eye on the place to make sure that Truu was dead.

Truu begain to leap down to the open alley, breaking the pavement with each landing. The side door Truu was fast approaching sprung open suddenly, two Didijio Primers shot out; their black trenches flapped as they rolled.

They shot back, letting out a yelp as they saw the hybrid break the ground in front of them, Dark Fear freezing them to their core.

Truu leapt again, soaring high over their heads, not seeing the shinny black glossed judex sled turn into the alley. Truu could not overall alter his leap trajectory, but he shifted his weight so that he'll land on the sloped hood instead of the roof.

The hybrid slammed into the sled's hood, sending the sled slopping towards the ground, sending the windsheild and the two judex honors inches away from his salivating and snarling muzzle.

The hybrid's heavy breaths fogged the glass.

Truu looked away from the two frenzied and frightened Dark Fear caught officers who tried to run aimlessly from their seats, to the skyline roofs of the buildings across from the library.

He saw the lone shadow look down at the screams of commotion erupting down below as onlookers and judex honors became washed with the Dark Fear that Truu was giving out half in the alley, half on the sidewalk standing on the hood of the sled.

Their eyes met and locked.

A shot from an detonating exploder bullet fired blindly by a judex honor into Truu's side broke the stare. The shot sent him crashing into the wall of the alley.

Truu got out from under the destroyed section of the wall, cluching his side where the blast exploded squarely. More honors began firing at the monster, the Dark Fear causing them to miss.

Truu knew that he could only survive so many direct hits from the TD Sprayers. In a rage, Truu ran up, kicking the hood shattered sled into the other parked sleds that the honors where sheltered behind, crashing into them and sending them running for new cover.

Truu's sharp ears picked up the sounds of a boom spell being spoken from the Didijio Primers from behind him. Truu leapt behind the broken wall and out the Didijio Primers' sight just as a Stasis spell was shot at him, hitting several onlookers standing across the street and freezing them in their spots.

Truu looked up, trying to find the shadow man again, but there was no trace of him to be found. Truu couldn't look for him now, it was too dangerous and it would be senseless for him to stay in sight with so many powerfull opponents gunning for him.

(But isn't that what it's all about with you Truu now adays?Being senseless, taking stupid chances? Trying to prove yourself to yourself? That's it, isn't it Truu? You're afraid you're losing it, becoming those you're trained to hunt! You're afraid you're Falling like Quross did. And why shouldn't you? Deep down, you're just like every other didijio in the end.)

(Don't you see Truu? You have a deathwish!)

The Beast howled then, its tortured scream cut through the night. The hybrid didijio growled a boom spell, a spell of Shadow, disappearing from sight. But the monster was heard running away and down the street, its howls echoing.

Running from itself.

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