[Jacob]

(The people have spoken, here is the next chapter, enjoy and coment...)

*Setting: The worn, cracked streets of Orloan lane, the literal Urban jungle. It was a tired looking street, papers bustled past, blown by the steady wind. Houses creaked, lights emitting from some of them, their residents rough as sandpaper and twice as nasty. Whores paced up and down on the corners, hoping to get more punters than each other. It was like a game for them, the Magog hired them to get more income. The Pimps of these ladies, and sometime gents, of the night were either Sligs or Mudokons. The money that the working girls raked in was quickly handed over to the Pimps, before they got the money beaten out of them. 10%, sometimes 5% of that cash went to the Prostitute him/herself and the rest went to the Cartel. The Pimps got paid in clothes, jewelry, fast vehicles and the like. It was a win-win situation for the Magog, not only did they bring in extra cash, but they also lowered the un-employment rate. One Prostitute in particular stands out, a Orkhid...possibly a run-away, she is wearing a tight, bright green vest-top, a short black skirt and a fur coat. The clothes of the Prostitutes were supplied by the Pimps, some of the nicer 'owners' allowed their girls to pick and choose what clothes to wear, these sort of guys/girls though were very hard to come by. The Prostitute in question had shoulder length red hair. Bright red. Her eyes an Oblivion black, her skin whitened in the moonlight. She stood half heartedly, leaning against a flickering lamp post. Her black, knee-length boots darkened by its shadow. Slowly a car rolled up, ignoring all the other girls. All the other females of darkness. As the car rolled past, they followed it with their eyes...and bodies. Tutting and groaning to themselves as its headlights flashed to the red head. The girl smiled, she was no older than 23, yet had a professional edge as she wandered seductivly upto the vehicle. The window slowly wound down, showing two glowing white eyes emitting from the darkness, shining through the smoke of, what seemed to be, a cigarette...*

Prostitute: "What can i do you for...?"

She bent down, her right hand leaning on top of the car. Her left on the door of it. Her eyes seemed to sparkle, gently.

Curb Crawler: "What do you...*Coughs*...do?"

The female smiled, standing up straight.

Prostitute: "Anything apart from 4sums upwards. And i mean...anything."

She winked as she said the last word, rubbing her stomach gently with her left hand. Her green top was riding up slightly, showing the possible punter her smooth stomach. The shadowed Curb Crawler took a drag of his cigarette, leaning out of the shadow of his car he looked the girl up and down. She could now see that the creature was an Isore. An Insect-like creature, the males were infamous for their two extra 'appendages' and the females were infamous for their flexibility and added breast.

Curb Crawler: "How much for the whole works...?"

Saying this he quickly diverted back into his shadowy safe zone, as if he was afraid somebody might spot him.

Prostitute: "Whole works? You sure you can last that long? 450M's...Or...$680."

She smiled, both currencies were alot...but the job she did was dangerous. Not so much because of the punters, but because of the Cartel and their strict regime. The creature coughed harshly, shocked by such a high price.

Curb Crawler: "That much!? Jesus, what you trying to do, bankrupt your clients?!"

The girl smiled, fiddling with her red hair and twisting it around her index finger.

Prostitute: "Not intentionally..."

The Curb Crawler snarled, the window slowly going back up again. He had obviously not liked her pricing...and thus was going to take his business elsewhere.

Prostitute: "Wait...before you go, i'll give you a kiss. For free."

The window stopped 2 inches from the top, and slowly declined again. The Whore smirked and leaned into the shadowy, smoke filled car. Moistening her lips. Gently they met his, her tongue going into his mouth...and thats when she knew. Thats when they both knew. The Prostitute immediatly attempted to pull away, only to be grabbed by the neck of the punter.

Curb Crawler: "Changling..."

His grip tightened around her neck, his body distorting as he did so. His brown, leathery skin morphed into scales. The pigments changing into a dark, blacky-blue. His eyes glowed more intensly now and the Prostitute could see spear like vines protruding from his face and head. Two of these vines came from the chin, around 3 inches apart they sprouted a good 5-6 inches, another 2 sprouted from just above the corners of his top lip, like a mustach. They, too, grew to 5-6 inches. The spines on his head sprouted quickly than the rest though, shooting out before laying down on the back of his head, making it seem as if he had used too much gell on his 'hair'. He snarled, gripping and not willing to let go. The Prostitute was also going through changes, she seemed to have a 30 second delay, but after that 35th second it was clear she was not what she seemed. Her skin pigments changed, her hair darkened slowly. Turning the red hair into that of black, as if an Oil tanker had crashed, leaking its substance into a red sea. As the change progressed it became more and more clear it was Ella. Her dark claws scraped at the wrist of the aggressive male Changling, who seemed intensly pissed off. Male and Female Changlings were completly different from each other, the females look almost pathetic and weak...however, possess a cunning wit and supreme agility. They are capable of clambering up walls at break neck speed and although they cant take out the bigger creatures with a few aggressive attacks, their ability to move quickly and silently gives them more of an edge. The males however are darker and larger than their counter parts. And instead of black eyes like the females, they had white. Male Changlings also had sharp spines that could be erected at will on the back of their head and spines on their back, although the back spines are usually situated inside the spine. This may be used if an attacker has them by the neck, in which case the spines would be straightened, stabbing the attacker.

Ella: "I-Its him...H...Help!!"

She attempted to break free, her clenched fists hitting the arm of the male and her boots beating the car door. She called out into the dark night, the other Prostitutes slowly drew their weapons. Revolvers, Socoms, knives etc. And slowly, out of the darkness, came armed Sligs and Mudokons.

Slig: "Freeeze!! Put her down, NOW!!"

The attacker snarled, tightening his grip. Intent on taking one more life as he had done prior to this moment. He had killed many, 6 Prostitutes had suffered due to him. They had been raped, beaten, tortured then finally killed. One female had even been mutilated to the extent she had excreted on herself. They had found her, alive, in her own mess...But she had died 3 minutes later. Such things appauled the Cartel...they lost money for some sadists kicks.

Slig: "I said, put her the f*ck down...!!"

Noticing that the Changling Assassin was in severe danger and that the male was barely phased by the circle of Cartel employee's slowly closing in on him, one of the Prostitutes cast her 9mm in the direction of the Assassin. The gun sailed through the air blissfully before landing in the left hand of the victim, the gun was then professionally spun on a lone index finger, before ending with the nozzle pointing inside the car.
*Boom-Doosh-Boom*
The nozzle flashed three times, the bullets zipping inside the cavenous insides. The tight grip of the male was immediatly halted. His dark skinned arm shooting into the car as he prepared to take off. Ella dropped to the floor, landing on her buttocks. Her arms shot back, her hands propping her up, stopping her from falling back even further. The gun bounced to one side.

Slig: "FIRE...!!"

Foreseeing the fact that the Serial Killer was going to make a break for it, the Slig blasted out the killer word. Bullets swam through the air, piercing glass, metal and skin. Disappearing into the smoke filled car. The grunts and calls of the driver was enough to indicate that hits had been made. The remaining Prostitutes ran over to Ella, helping her up, allowing the shooting to be carried out by the creatures whom had the most training. Ella rubbed her neck, staring into the car which was now laden with holes. She watched, watched as the guards rushed around to the doors, their guns still pointing at the vehicle. She finally breathed a sigh of relief, the creature was dead, the corpse dragged out and rested on the pavement, blood oozing from countless bullet holes. They had caught him, caught the bastard whom had killed so many, so brutally...

(OOC: Any remarks, which consist of more than 'Yes')