My Predator System

He wasn't happy about this newfound muteness and why were his thoughts so loud? His heart was pumping even faster, pouring confusion and pain into the mix and he was a raging bowl of madness. "Ahh, don't touch me!" He pushed her hand away sitting up....How to start an adventure. Let your friend tell you about some real-life dumb sh*t quest and accept it. Character Profile: Maks Maks is reaching five feet nine with brown hair, deep-seated green eyes inclining on darker green due to his physiological makeup, a well-shaped face pointed nose and thin lips, and an average physique. He may come off as condescending, rude, hasty and sarcastic too. *** Maks rolled his eyes as Victor Lee, his best friend and sworn nemesis in CoD climbed a chair and reached up to his clustered cabinet, papers came flying out. Swish swish* He caught a paper with this drab band from the eighties and squashed it. "What's this?" He asked. Unlike him, his room used to be spotless. What could have c

Victor shrugged. He tilted his head a little catching the dire expression on his face. "The casualties...the casualties are the trigger ok? This is your first and least level of cultivation, you'll have to keep going." Victor sniffed and pushed up his glasses. Then he looked aside at his dad tending to horses at the field. He swallowed pulling himself together sighing. "Level zero? Is that even a thing?" Maks asked him. The funniest and equally saddest part was, he didn't feel any different when he transformed. It was supposed to be empowering but it was just insulting and annoying. Chilling. "I don't have any powers, I never had and I don't want any." Victor snorted. "Well, there is no turning back now. At this stage, you can't control your primal instincts and your will to morph. Although, they are vital for a shape-changer." Maks's eyes rounded, pacing back and forth, "I can't control my primordial instinct..." He said. "It's primal_" "They're the same thing!" He yelled b

[You've got to be kidding me] He could feel precisely where the bird was stepping on. He burrowed deeper until his mouth was full.Gulp* He swallowed and laid there in the wet grounds rubbing some on himself for hydration. [Survive puh!]He scoffed then panicked at the thumps on the earth, chips of soil fell on his head. He shrieked at the large eye poking through the hole. Then he shrunk when the bird started scraping the burrow wide open. It clamped its beak inside screeching.It nearly clipped off his head, he slugged on the other side away from it.[ Ahhh! ][What do I do, what do I do?] He tunneled into the soil and groaned when he hit rock and turned back.The digging grew intense and there was sand spraying everywhere.[Do you really have to eat me?!]It was getting closer and clipping its beak. The swallow shrieked flapping back when he popped up.He inched away. It was a good thing he could breathe out of his skin because crawling was too much work. He looked back. The

The nurse cleaned his lip placing a band-aid on his head, he had a nasty purple bruise on his forehead and his arms were sore. "Some fight." "Mmmmm." This was not the first time he had ever entered the clinic. The nurse felt sorry for Maks more than anyone else. He was bullied a lot. *** Victor couldn't swallow at the thought of facing his dad to explain the whole scenario. This was how he got the injury. He stepped out of the clinic with Maks standing by, he wasn't on uniform and he got schooled. His eyes dwindled. ... The car stopped by and Marshall did not take him home, with his resources, they went over to the best hospital there was in town, a doctor had to check him for any internal injuries and ordered for new glasses. Victor laid there in his hospital bed, dressed and treated, watching his dad, his expression was baffling and his voice was icy cold. "Ow." Victor inched away when the doctor patted his bruised eye. He nodded after the prognosis and Kirsta on the

Rogers gasped. "Hmmph_You're the underdog here, Brocelli. It's your word against mine. I 'found' a piece of dog hair in your soup kitchen, which means you furtively a_harbour animals within this grimy establishment!"Maks glared at him.Leo threatened to send it.Roger stepped outdoors begrudgingly. The staff whooped in celebration and so did Leo who took off his scrunchee."That went well."Hailey smirked. "And send."*Infamous Health Inspector attempts to frame bourgeois restaurant."Great going." Maks adjusted his sleeve. His stiff root hair was gone.Hailey frowned drily. "Carlyle Rogers is a money-laundering scumbag. He's closed down reputable establishments all over Phoenix for decades. He's out of his line of work anyway." She shrugged.He huffed. "You're right. Thanks again, Hailey." He said and they fist bumped smiling at each other."We still have that review coming and we still don't know if Carlyle's going to bark."[ Bark indeed. ] He thought.The inspector may as we