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~New York City, NY

With her PSG sniper rifle in hand, Roxane laid in wait on the rooftop of an abandoned factory just across the street from an old warehouse. She had received a tip from a source that either daimon leader Stryker or one of his closest commanders would be making an appearance in the Warehouse District of New York's Lower Eastside. The pantheress had a bone to pick with Stryker, after all, he was the mastermind behind the project that created her...the perfect assassin of Were lineage, scientifically enhanced and daimon tested. All those involved where going to pay dearly for what they had done to her, especially Strykerius.

Just then a black H2 Hummer pulled up outside of the warehouse, which drew Roxane's attention. Peering through the scope of her rifle, a smile crept upon her lips when she saw that it was a group of daimons but sadly Stryker wasn't among them. She took consolation that she had his favorite right hand in her crosshairs. 'Better than nothing,' she said to herself as she focused in more clearly on the daimon's blond head. Little did the group of seven down on the deserted street below know that she had a special surprise for them; special made silver bullets packed with UV rays, deadly to both vampires and daimons alike.

Carefully taking aim with her rifle, Roxane placed her finger on the trigger and pulled. The daimon fell to the ground screaming in pain moments before exploding into gold dust. The others around him looked down at the golden powder of what was left of their leader then turned to look around to see where the shot came from. Roxane smiled as she picked off another one, this time with a shot to the chest that made him explode on contact. "Find out where the hell those shots are coming from!" one yelled as the five remaining daimons ran for cover. They could run but they couldn't hide from the scope of one very pissed off pantheress.

~****~

~Lower Side, New York

The tigress slowly lifted her head, inhaling deeply and sniffed the air; cars, people, rats, and all other things that fill the air here in New York. Uncurling herself from the bed, she stretched and yawned then opened her gold/green eyes, Shadow Cat padded through her small loft, rubbing against the back of the sofa as she headed for the bathroom, purring. As she walked her skin rippled, changing to solid black, a panther; rippling again, a cougar. She loved being able to change for each had cat with its own special ability.

As the cougar crossed the doorway into the bathroom, Shadow Cat changed once more into a woman. Tanned complexioned, red hair with ghost strips of black and of course her gold/green cat eyes, she was truly an exotic beauty to behold.

Just as she turned on the shower, memories flooded her mind. Pain, the tearing of flesh,  the smell of blood, and whimpering of the dying. Shaking her head as she stood underneath the steaming spray of water, she screamed at her mind to stop it, to stop with what had happened at that damned place. The Lab, it was always the lab! It was the main reason why she always slept in cat form since they practically stripped away any humanity that she had left.

"Who are you? What is your name?"

"ShadowCat."

"Good. What is your purpose?"

"Hunt and Kill."

"Good, kitty..."

"Good Kitty, hah! I am not a good kitty," she said to herself as she stepped from the shower and dried herself. Then flashing on her favorite outfit, which was an exact replica of Halle Berry's Cat woman costume. Walking out to her balcony, she sniffed the air again. The night was her friend and she loved it. Closing her eyes, she listened to the night, waiting to hear what stories it had to tell. Gun shots? Mmmm…high powered sniper. She recognized that sound. Someone was having fun tonight.

Stepping over the railing, ShadowCat jumped the two stories down to the alley.Landing in a crouch, she slowly stood to her full five-ten height. walking down the alley with a predator's grace, she heard a  noise behind her. Three men and a dog. Maybe they want to play.

"Hey baby. How much for a good time?" one of the men called out to her. SC slowly turned around and looked at the men. Skinheads...go figure.

"Oh, for you I won't charge a thing for having a good time." she answered. The skinheads laugh and elbow each other. SC slowly walked up to them as the dog caught her scent, whimpering it tucked its tail in, trying to get as far from her as possible.

"Whaz your name beautiful?" one of the men asked. Getting with in reach of the first man, SC grinned as she made a fist and slammed it into his jaw, dropping him were he stood.

She then round kicked the man to his left, knocking him a ways down the alley. The dog pulled on its chain and broke free, running as fast as it can away. SC turns to the last man standing, who still hasn't moved. Stalking over to him slowly  until his back flat against the wall, too scared to move. "W-What are y-you?" he asked her, terror filling his voice.

"I am shadow, I am the night. And you are in pain?" she whispered huskily before slamming him in his gut with her fist then kneeing him in the groin. As he crumpled to the ground, moaning and cupping himself, SC turned and walked away laughing down to the end of the alley. This night was starting off nicely.

~****~

After taking the last daimon down with a shot to the chest, Roxy put her rifle aside and dug into her pocket for her Razr phone. She dialed a number to a mobile phone and smiled at her handy work below as the phone rang. A male voice answered on the third ring, "Hello?"

"Hello Arian, is your boss around?" she asked in her smoky velvet voice.

"Who is this?"

"I'm hurt that you don't remember me, after all, your kind did create me."

"Predator..." he growled into the phone.

"That's right and if you and your boss want something to be pissed off about, just come down here to the warehouse district. I left you both a present."

"We are going to get you, kitty, just you wait," Arian hissed.

"I shall look forward to that challenge, soul sucker," Roxane said before hanging up. Stashing away her rifle, she stepped onto the ledge of the rooftop before kneeling and crawling down the side of it in a way that would make Spiderman proud. Once she was four feet from the ground, she jumped the rest of the way down and landed on her feet. Flipping her long dark hair back from over her shoulder, she stepped out of the shadows and crossed the street, destination unknown.

Several street hustlers wolf whistled at her as she buried her hands into the pockets of her long black leather trench, which flared out behind her like a cape. Roxane always paid attention to her surroundings since she was never sure when the next would-be attacker would jump out at her. 'Or at least attempt to surprise me,' she said, since she would usually see them first and take them out with ease.

A tall redhead dressed in black leather was walking towards the pantheress and her head snapped up in alert for she could sense that the woman wasn't human. She shouldn't have been so on edge, except this Were was different than all the others she had encountered.

SC took note of the tall, raven haired woman as she walked passed her. The quiet yet very dangerous powers coming from the woman immediately let SC know that this woman was no ordinary Were. Looking over her shoulder at the woman, she sniffed the air but continued on her way. There was definitely something about the woman that screamed danger even though she looked very docile. 'Perhaps another night,' SC thought to herself as she walked on.

Roxane looked over her shoulder at the redhead as she passed. From the woman's walk, she could tell that she was very much a predator much like herself. She was powerful and had a quiet yet dangerous air about her....however, it couldn't be possible that there was another genetic anomaly out there like herself. Or was there....?

Description
~New York City, NY

With her PSG sniper rifle in hand, Roxane laid in wait on the rooftop of an abandoned factory just across the street from an old warehouse. She had received a tip from a source that either daimon leader Stryker or one of his closest commanders would be making an appearance in the Warehouse District of New York's Lower Eastside. The pantheress had a bone to pick with Stryker, after all, he was the mastermind behind the project that created her...the perfect assassin of Were lineage, scientifically enhanced and daimon tested. All those involved where going to pay dearly for what they had done to her, especially Strykerius.

Just then a black H2 Hummer pulled up outside of the warehouse, which drew Roxane's attention. Peering through the scope of her rifle, a smile crept upon her lips when she saw that it was a group of daimons but sadly Stryker wasn't among them. She took consolation that she had his favorite right hand in her crosshairs. 'Better than nothing,' she said to herself as she focused in more clearly on the daimon's blond head. Little did the group of seven down on the deserted street below know that she had a special surprise for them; special made silver bullets packed with UV rays, deadly to both vampires and daimons alike.

Carefully taking aim with her rifle, Roxane placed her finger on the trigger and pulled. The daimon fell to the ground screaming in pain moments before exploding into gold dust. The others around him looked down at the golden powder of what was left of their leader then turned to look around to see where the shot came from. Roxane smiled as she picked off another one, this time with a shot to the chest that made him explode on contact. "Find out where the hell those shots are coming from!" one yelled as the five remaining daimons ran for cover. They could run but they couldn't hide from the scope of one very pissed off pantheress.

~****~

~Lower Side, New York

The tigress slowly lifted her head, inhaling deeply and sniffed the air; cars, people, rats, and all other things that fill the air here in New York. Uncurling herself from the bed, she stretched and yawned then opened her gold/green eyes, Shadow Cat padded through her small loft, rubbing against the back of the sofa as she headed for the bathroom, purring. As she walked her skin rippled, changing to solid black, a panther; rippling again, a cougar. She loved being able to change for each had cat with its own special ability.

As the cougar crossed the doorway into the bathroom, Shadow Cat changed once more into a woman. Tanned complexioned, red hair with ghost strips of black and of course her gold/green cat eyes, she was truly an exotic beauty to behold.

Just as she turned on the shower, memories flooded her mind. Pain, the tearing of flesh,  the smell of blood, and whimpering of the dying. Shaking her head as she stood underneath the steaming spray of water, she screamed at her mind to stop it, to stop with what had happened at that damned place. The Lab, it was always the lab! It was the main reason why she always slept in cat form since they practically stripped away any humanity that she had left.

"Who are you? What is your name?"

"ShadowCat."

"Good. What is your purpose?"

"Hunt and Kill."

"Good, kitty..."

"Good Kitty, hah! I am not a good kitty," she said to herself as she stepped from the shower and dried herself. Then flashing on her favorite outfit, which was an exact replica of Halle Berry's Cat woman costume. Walking out to her balcony, she sniffed the air again. The night was her friend and she loved it. Closing her eyes, she listened to the night, waiting to hear what stories it had to tell. Gun shots? Mmmm…high powered sniper. She recognized that sound. Someone was having fun tonight.

Stepping over the railing, ShadowCat jumped the two stories down to the alley.Landing in a crouch, she slowly stood to her full five-ten height. walking down the alley with a predator's grace, she heard a  noise behind her. Three men and a dog. Maybe they want to play.

"Hey baby. How much for a good time?" one of the men called out to her. SC slowly turned around and looked at the men. Skinheads...go figure.

"Oh, for you I won't charge a thing for having a good time." she answered. The skinheads laugh and elbow each other. SC slowly walked up to them as the dog caught her scent, whimpering it tucked its tail in, trying to get as far from her as possible.

"Whaz your name beautiful?" one of the men asked. Getting with in reach of the first man, SC grinned as she made a fist and slammed it into his jaw, dropping him were he stood.

She then round kicked the man to his left, knocking him a ways down the alley. The dog pulled on its chain and broke free, running as fast as it can away. SC turns to the last man standing, who still hasn't moved. Stalking over to him slowly  until his back flat against the wall, too scared to move. "W-What are y-you?" he asked her, terror filling his voice.

"I am shadow, I am the night. And you are in pain?" she whispered huskily before slamming him in his gut with her fist then kneeing him in the groin. As he crumpled to the ground, moaning and cupping himself, SC turned and walked away laughing down to the end of the alley. This night was starting off nicely.

~****~

After taking the last daimon down with a shot to the chest, Roxy put her rifle aside and dug into her pocket for her Razr phone. She dialed a number to a mobile phone and smiled at her handy work below as the phone rang. A male voice answered on the third ring, "Hello?"

"Hello Arian, is your boss around?" she asked in her smoky velvet voice.

"Who is this?"

"I'm hurt that you don't remember me, after all, your kind did create me."

"Predator..." he growled into the phone.

"That's right and if you and your boss want something to be pissed off about, just come down here to the warehouse district. I left you both a present."

"We are going to get you, kitty, just you wait," Arian hissed.

"I shall look forward to that challenge, soul sucker," Roxane said before hanging up. Stashing away her rifle, she stepped onto the ledge of the rooftop before kneeling and crawling down the side of it in a way that would make Spiderman proud. Once she was four feet from the ground, she jumped the rest of the way down and landed on her feet. Flipping her long dark hair back from over her shoulder, she stepped out of the shadows and crossed the street, destination unknown.

Several street hustlers wolf whistled at her as she buried her hands into the pockets of her long black leather trench, which flared out behind her like a cape. Roxane always paid attention to her surroundings since she was never sure when the next would-be attacker would jump out at her. 'Or at least attempt to surprise me,' she said, since she would usually see them first and take them out with ease.

A tall redhead dressed in black leather was walking towards the pantheress and her head snapped up in alert for she could sense that the woman wasn't human. She shouldn't have been so on edge, except this Were was different than all the others she had encountered.

SC took note of the tall, raven haired woman as she walked passed her. The quiet yet very dangerous powers coming from the woman immediately let SC know that this woman was no ordinary Were. Looking over her shoulder at the woman, she sniffed the air but continued on her way. There was definitely something about the woman that screamed danger even though she looked very docile. 'Perhaps another night,' SC thought to herself as she walked on.

Roxane looked over her shoulder at the redhead as she passed. From the woman's walk, she could tell that she was very much a predator much like herself. She was powerful and had a quiet yet dangerous air about her....however, it couldn't be possible that there was another genetic anomaly out there like herself. Or was there....?