The humans everywhere soon learned that the world wasn't theirs anymore. Businesses that were global tycoons had already been infiltrated and taken over by the supes. Whole governments were also dismantled from the inside out. It all happened so fast, left a lot of peoples' heads spinning, including mine.
Sure, there was resistance at first, lots of it. Humans tried to fight back, but the ones who were strong were sold out by those who were
weak. It didn't help that our resources were limited. Regular bullets won't do shit to those things. A bullet to the head seems to hurt them like hell, and it'll even slow them down a bit if they're chasing you, but then you betterhave another way out.
Fire, yeah, it's effective for the werewolves and vampires, but it doesn't do shit to the dragons. They walk through it like it's air and on top of that, they seemed to be able to control it. Silver. That is what works the best. Silver and sunlight.
However, getting enough silver to rage a war on monsters who were working together to neutralize your attacks was proving to be more difficult by the day. The humans lost and those who gave up were allowed to serve in all manners.
After the smoke cleared from the skirmishes, the supes reorganized everything. Humans that lived in those fancy mansions and condos were unceremoniously moved out to the Outskirts, save a few.
The Outskirts was still in the city, but it was the worst parts of the city. It wasn't off-limits to the monsters either. They go there and pluck humans out whenever they fucking feel like it. Now, the humans who betrayed their race were beneficial to the supes because of their cunning and deceptive skills.
They helped overthrow mankind by selling us out to the highest bidder willing to give them a cushy spot when all the smoke cleared. Those backstabbers fared the best.
This new civilization worked out for them as they did got to keep their nice homes, or were upgraded to one. Fuck them, too. In my
opinion, those humans are worse than the fucking monsters.
Fuck, my arms were starting to go numb and ache at the same time. It's hot as hell in this room on top of everything else. It's not smelling too good in here, either, like mildew and sweat. I had no idea where I was, but I knew I was surrounded by tiled walls and the floor was cement.
I guess that's the point. They want to break me, see me tremble or even beg for my life. I
won't. Not ever! Man, fucking Jonah, we were going to blow up Hirsch Industries this morning. It is one of the largest companies that funded the vampires' slave trade. After the supes took over, they all went their separate ways, battling each other for prime land and status throughout the city.
There are still some rumbles as they seem to never be satisfied. Me, I didn't give a shit, I attacked them all. I'm an equal opportunity enthusiast like that.
Regardless, we were going to save lives tonight and possibly make our army stronger in the process. Unfortunately, those people at Hirsch were still locked up, and now I am, too. I know the guards standing outside my
door are human, the vampires are well asleep by now.
That part was still true. Sun did these fuckers in, burnt them to a crisp. Not so for the dragons or werewolves, they were 24/7 threats, but since they all went their separate
ways, the vampires don't trust them in their territories and vice-versa.
Thereare some neutral zones, like where you'll find the dungeons, brothels and
sanguinistas. Those are the places where these supes go to get their rocks off and their feed on. I would have bombed them if I could live with taking human life. I couldn't, so I didn't.
I looked around the dark room again, 'cause hell, what else did I have to do? I'd been hanging here for hours now with the need to piss something fierce, and my stomach was growling for some grub I knew wasn't coming.
When the sun sets in a few hours, I'll be a dead man. That much was certain.
Hey!!!!! Heeeyyyyy!!" I yelled, hoping to get the guards' attention. They continued to ignore me, so I kept on yelling until I heard the clink of the lock slide back and bright light flooded the room, blinding me.
"What the fuck do you want, dead man?" one of the guards so politely addressed me.
I wanted to tell him to kiss my ass, but I needed to play nice for the favor I was going to ask, and I hoped he'd grant.
"I really have to use the bathroom, can you help me out?" I asked as calmly as I could.
He snorted. "Are you fucking kidding me? What do I look like, your servant? This place ain't the Carlton."
"So, you're not going to let me use the bathroom, I take it?" I asked, heavily breathing in the fresh air—well fresher air, at least, that was coming in from the open doorway.
"You guessed right. Piss if ya gotta, I don't give a shit. Bosses say you don't leave this room, so that means no bathroom breaks either, asshole,"
my oh-so pleasant guard informed me. Okay, so now I no longer had to be nice to this motherfucker.
"I don't even see how you can stand there and call yourself a man, fucking rat
bastard turncoat!"
He stormed over to me, and I saw it coming; the backhand came down hard across my cheek nearly knocking me unconscious.
That bastard had one hell of a swing. I spit blood out on the floor from the new cut in my
mouth caused by my teeth getting embedded in the flesh of my inner cheek
lining. It stung, but I ignored the pain, not wanting to give this asshole the satisfaction.
My guard laughed. "I am a man, a smart one.