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Will slowly woke up from his gentle slumber, feeling the soft fabric of the sheets and the relaxing feeling of laying his head on the pillow. It was a tempting thought to not exit his comfortable position was an incredibly pleasuring thought, but he knew there was no choice but to get up. Drowsily, he opened his eyes to his room. A strong beam of light from the close-curtained window, revealing its decorations and furniture, pierced the room’s usual darkness.

Will was a simple man of simple tastes; he never really liked the idea of having extremely extravagant furniture just to make him look rich or something. He liked what he had. He liked his sofa, the feeling of its soft bounce still intact after many years of having it. He liked his table, it’s sturdiness made sure it would hold out for a very long time and it held his paperwork and equipment quite well. There wasn’t anything in his room he didn’t like. Well, beside the screechy door that he hadn’t gotten around to oil.

Slowly he got himself up, his eyelids weighing heavily on his eyes, his whole body yearning to lay down again. Lifting up his arms in the air, he yawned out-loud as his body cracked loudly. He reached for the edge of his blanket and pulled it off his body, its comfortable feeling leaving his body wanting it back. Turning his body, he put his feet onto the cold wooden floor and stood up from his bed.

He stood there for a few seconds stuck in thought of the day, the wind from the window gently brushing his pajamas and face. After a minute or so of waiting he sighed and scratched his head. His hair felt much more ruffled and all over the place than it usually was, brushing his hair would be more than a pain.

“I mean, I might as well get breakfast first.” He murmured to himself as he looked to his door. He approached it and grabbed the golden knob, turning it gently as he pulled open his door. The screech of the hinges was close to unbearably loud, it felt like it was the sound of some sort of banshee on her period after a violent episode of breaking up with her boyfriend. Or something like that.

Opening the door revealed the main hub for rooms in the building, Will’s door being in a hallway that went on for a few meters for another four rooms for other people. Right now however, they were empty as no one had moved in just yet. It was a new apartment, with fresh paint on the walls and the wooden floor like a good carpet. With much less tentacle things, whatever those things are called, but still just as smooth one.

He continued down the hallway to a brightly lit room, with sounds of clashing metal emanating from it. It was the kitchen most likely, but what was someone doing this earlier in the morning? Will looked in and saw Grace.

“Did you forget that people other than you lived here?” She asked politely

“Oh how could I forget about the lady that can read my mind at all times?” Will answered, face palming in answer to his own apparent memory loss.

Grace was a mutant who lived in the same apartment, a gentle girl who always seemed to be so innocent and kind to everyone around her. Even if people were being rude or disrespectful, she would keep her calm at all times. Hell, she even looked pretty hot at the same time, especially since she looked remarkably human. As mentioned however, she isn’t.

The only ways to see that she wasn’t human was the completely blank eyes and two thin antennas protruding from the top of her head that had yellow balls at the tip of them. Of course, she looks better than a lot of mutants in this ghetto, that’s for sure. Some of the girls look like something straight out of a horror movie.

“So how’s sleepy head this morning then?” She asked, this time with a bit of a tease in her voice while a small smile grew on her face. Will didn’t actually know much about her, she being not very talkative when it comes to who she is. Understandable, mutants here don’t trust humans much, since they’re “oppressed” and what not.

“Tired as hell. Work has been kicking my ass around like it’s a football.” He answered, rubbing his eyes to get rid of some dust in them. It wasn’t until he opened his eyes again that he realized that Grace had no idea what he was talking about. “Oh sorry, I mean figuratively. It’s like a thing we humans say to complain about how much stress and crap we are dealing with.”

“I understand, it must be pretty stressful to be a detective in this area of town. People here tend not to like you guys at all.” She replied, giggling a bit as Will explained himself. Mutants and Humans were so separated back in the day that even some sayings within the two species had molded to different things.

Before Will could say anything at all, the phone right on the counter next to him rang with a loud annoying sound. To avoid being tortured by it, he quickly picked it up and spoke into it. “Ant lady and detective residence here. Who is it that’s calling?”

“Get your ass in gear, you idiot! You’re an hour fucking late!” The voice was tough, loud and easily discerned to be very very mad. The voice also sounded very rocky, if that makes sense, so it could only be one man. Will’s boss. He must have slept longer than he imagined

“Oh fuck. I’ll get there as soon as I can!” He replied quickly, surprised and intimidated by the shouting of his boss.

“Not as soon as you can, your get in here now!” Will didn’t answer, he immediately ran into his room, grabbed his stuff and ran like a maniac out of the apartment. Before he ran through the door, he looked at Grace and gave her a gentle smile. He quickly ran out, leaving behind a terrified Grace, who look liked she just saw a ghost pass by her very eyes.

“Care to explain why you are late, weak-blood?” Will’s boss was a mutant, specifically a rock-man. His voice always seemed to be incredibly raspy, as his voice box was literally just rocks moving around. Rock-men are these huge and wide people quite literally made out of rocks. All of them have varying colors for their eyes, and regular people have difficulty seeing difference between people. Which is why its encouraged for rock-men, to have nametags or always have something on that tells other people who they are. They said they were being oppressed.

Will stood there for a few seconds thinking of an excuse to tell his boss. He thought he woke up at the regular time he always does, apparently today was an exception for his sleep schedule. As if it wasn’t embarrassing enough to be late on the first day of work, after spending around a week getting accustomed to the area, how he got here was no better. He quite literally changed as he ran full speed to work. As he ran, he took of his pajamas and put on his regular attire, a black suit and pants decorated with a red tie and dapper shoes.

To say that people stared at him as he ran was an understatement. Some even looked at him in fear, wonder why.

“I don’t want to hear it.” Boss continued, as he pulled out a drawer within his desk. The station seemed to be pretty busy today, as mutants and humans (primarily mutants) walked around doing their job or whatever they do. The station always felt so depressing, not many windows to let the light in, with the primary sources of light being the lamps on the desks. The desks were very old fashioned, like something you’d see during the 21st century, much more blocky than regular desks and made out of wood. “We’ve got a case for you right off the bat.”

“Alright, what have I got?” Will asked, hiding the excitement in his voice under a tone of seriousness. He had to get back into his regular mood of being serious all the time with his work, as no one likes someone who jokes around these days. It was annoying that a person couldn’t do his work and at the same time be who he is. Human police stations were no god damn better, it just reeks of adults being so serious.

“We’ve got threats of murder on Riva.”

“Oh, who is that? Never heard of her.”

“No wonder, you weak-bloods have terrible music tastes.” God, there is that word again, “weak-bloods”. Mutants just love the feeling of telling humans that they are the supposed weaker species. Prejudice between the two species have been getting worse each and every day to the point that its just getting ridiculous. It’s nearly adorable.

“Anyway some guy wants her to stop singing at all times, his or her messages have used very colorful words to say the least. However, they haven’t just been sending threats. Riva’s own family has been attacked and some of the people that have openly said that they like her music have been brutally murdered.” Boss’ face, or what could have been described as a face, seemed to turn much gloomier as he spoke, clearly shaken up by the whole situation.

“Talk about taking hating an artist to the next level. How long has this been going on?”

“It’s been going for about a week now and about three people have been killed so far.”

The whole situation felt so abnormal, is this really how mutants would act to show of their hatred? Or could it be humans? Whichever species, who thought it was a smart idea to start killing fans of a artist they hate. “Any similarities between the victims?”

“They were all weak-bloods, and they were killed with guns.”

Oh boy, I wonder who could have done this.

So from what he could gather, Will’s job was to find a bunch of serial killers who are specifically targeting humans, the killers apparently having a major distaste of a musician called Riva. They have been using guns, which are used by humans. So the killers are most likely humans who hunt other humans who like mutant music, because its not real music or some other stupid fanatical reason. Will’s boss agreed with this sentiment, as it made the most sense.

“Those fucking weak-bloods will pay with their lives.”

Luckily for him, they already had a lead; in fact they had two leads already. One was situated in an outer part of the ghetto where most humans lived, and one was more into it. He decided to go to the outer reaches. Walking out of the police station, he looked around the city for a few minutes to find the metro. The city was in a direct contrast to modern human cities, as human cities still retained its older styles of buildings with massive glass skyscrapers. The architecture of the mutants were very different in their designs. Some are very sleek and white, some have spikes on them and look rusty. There was a huge variety of buildings, each one being unique to the next.

He would have stayed and admired longer, but he was in a bit of a hurry to get where he needed. The metro felt surprisingly empty, guess it wasn’t a very busy time right now. The metro was colored a deep dark blue, shaped like a cave going down under the earth. It looked like a massive mole had made a hole and painted its new creation.

Even the trains were empty, not a soul to be found. This was very strange, why in the blue blazes isn’t there anyone here? The train was a bright silver color, shaped like a regular human train. The seats were relatively soft, but nothing too luxurious, which is to be expected of any train of any country to be completely honest.

After about of 20 minutes of patient waiting, doing nothing at all, he finally arrived to his destination. It really was a shit place, graffiti covering cement buildings with small and few windows. The humans perfectly reflected the buildings, terrible clothing and poor hygiene would be the best words to describe the people that lived here. Humans weren’t given much choice with their lives here, Will thought to himself. No wonder they would turn to violence and hating mutants

He wanted to stop and ask them about how they ended up this way, it broke his heart seeing his brothers and sisters like this. No man or woman deserves to live in such a shitty place. As he continued to the building he was told to go, he heard the whispers of some of the people as he passed them by. He couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, but he did hear some things quite clearly.

“Filth-blood slave”

Will continued his way into a dark alley, the darkness shrouding him like a thick black fog. The lights were out for some strange reason, as Will continued through the dark. Then, a voice penetrated the silence. The voice was light and gentle with how it spoke, but it had this aura of coldness to it that would send shivers down any persons spine. Will only smiled.

“You are amazing at hiding who you are, Marek. I always wonder how you do it, I’m kinda jealous.” Will spun around and faced the voice. Through the darkness, a face appeared. The face would seem like a normal human, a stern and robust face with long straight purple hair that dangled like curtains, if you didn’t see the spikes that covered it. The spikes were a brownish color and seemed to be manually sharpened for some reason.

“People are so easy to fool these days. You just need to look human to fool people.” Will answered, a big grin on his face growing. “People here will always blame the humans.”

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Will slowly woke up from his gentle slumber, feeling the soft fabric of the sheets and the relaxing feeling of laying his head on the pillow. It was a tempting thought to not exit his comfortable position was an incredibly pleasuring thought, but he knew there was no choice but to get up. Drowsily, he opened his eyes to his room. A strong beam of light from the close-curtained window, revealing its decorations and furniture, pierced the room’s usual darkness.

Will was a simple man of simple tastes; he never really liked the idea of having extremely extravagant furniture just to make him look rich or something. He liked what he had. He liked his sofa, the feeling of its soft bounce still intact after many years of having it. He liked his table, it’s sturdiness made sure it would hold out for a very long time and it held his paperwork and equipment quite well. There wasn’t anything in his room he didn’t like. Well, beside the screechy door that he hadn’t gotten around to oil.

Slowly he got himself up, his eyelids weighing heavily on his eyes, his whole body yearning to lay down again. Lifting up his arms in the air, he yawned out-loud as his body cracked loudly. He reached for the edge of his blanket and pulled it off his body, its comfortable feeling leaving his body wanting it back. Turning his body, he put his feet onto the cold wooden floor and stood up from his bed.

He stood there for a few seconds stuck in thought of the day, the wind from the window gently brushing his pajamas and face. After a minute or so of waiting he sighed and scratched his head. His hair felt much more ruffled and all over the place than it usually was, brushing his hair would be more than a pain.

“I mean, I might as well get breakfast first.” He murmured to himself as he looked to his door. He approached it and grabbed the golden knob, turning it gently as he pulled open his door. The screech of the hinges was close to unbearably loud, it felt like it was the sound of some sort of banshee on her period after a violent episode of breaking up with her boyfriend. Or something like that.

Opening the door revealed the main hub for rooms in the building, Will’s door being in a hallway that went on for a few meters for another four rooms for other people. Right now however, they were empty as no one had moved in just yet. It was a new apartment, with fresh paint on the walls and the wooden floor like a good carpet. With much less tentacle things, whatever those things are called, but still just as smooth one.

He continued down the hallway to a brightly lit room, with sounds of clashing metal emanating from it. It was the kitchen most likely, but what was someone doing this earlier in the morning? Will looked in and saw Grace.

“Did you forget that people other than you lived here?” She asked politely

“Oh how could I forget about the lady that can read my mind at all times?” Will answered, face palming in answer to his own apparent memory loss.

Grace was a mutant who lived in the same apartment, a gentle girl who always seemed to be so innocent and kind to everyone around her. Even if people were being rude or disrespectful, she would keep her calm at all times. Hell, she even looked pretty hot at the same time, especially since she looked remarkably human. As mentioned however, she isn’t.

The only ways to see that she wasn’t human was the completely blank eyes and two thin antennas protruding from the top of her head that had yellow balls at the tip of them. Of course, she looks better than a lot of mutants in this ghetto, that’s for sure. Some of the girls look like something straight out of a horror movie.

“So how’s sleepy head this morning then?” She asked, this time with a bit of a tease in her voice while a small smile grew on her face. Will didn’t actually know much about her, she being not very talkative when it comes to who she is. Understandable, mutants here don’t trust humans much, since they’re “oppressed” and what not.

“Tired as hell. Work has been kicking my ass around like it’s a football.” He answered, rubbing his eyes to get rid of some dust in them. It wasn’t until he opened his eyes again that he realized that Grace had no idea what he was talking about. “Oh sorry, I mean figuratively. It’s like a thing we humans say to complain about how much stress and crap we are dealing with.”

“I understand, it must be pretty stressful to be a detective in this area of town. People here tend not to like you guys at all.” She replied, giggling a bit as Will explained himself. Mutants and Humans were so separated back in the day that even some sayings within the two species had molded to different things.

Before Will could say anything at all, the phone right on the counter next to him rang with a loud annoying sound. To avoid being tortured by it, he quickly picked it up and spoke into it. “Ant lady and detective residence here. Who is it that’s calling?”

“Get your ass in gear, you idiot! You’re an hour fucking late!” The voice was tough, loud and easily discerned to be very very mad. The voice also sounded very rocky, if that makes sense, so it could only be one man. Will’s boss. He must have slept longer than he imagined

“Oh fuck. I’ll get there as soon as I can!” He replied quickly, surprised and intimidated by the shouting of his boss.

“Not as soon as you can, your get in here now!” Will didn’t answer, he immediately ran into his room, grabbed his stuff and ran like a maniac out of the apartment. Before he ran through the door, he looked at Grace and gave her a gentle smile. He quickly ran out, leaving behind a terrified Grace, who look liked she just saw a ghost pass by her very eyes.

“Care to explain why you are late, weak-blood?” Will’s boss was a mutant, specifically a rock-man. His voice always seemed to be incredibly raspy, as his voice box was literally just rocks moving around. Rock-men are these huge and wide people quite literally made out of rocks. All of them have varying colors for their eyes, and regular people have difficulty seeing difference between people. Which is why its encouraged for rock-men, to have nametags or always have something on that tells other people who they are. They said they were being oppressed.

Will stood there for a few seconds thinking of an excuse to tell his boss. He thought he woke up at the regular time he always does, apparently today was an exception for his sleep schedule. As if it wasn’t embarrassing enough to be late on the first day of work, after spending around a week getting accustomed to the area, how he got here was no better. He quite literally changed as he ran full speed to work. As he ran, he took of his pajamas and put on his regular attire, a black suit and pants decorated with a red tie and dapper shoes.

To say that people stared at him as he ran was an understatement. Some even looked at him in fear, wonder why.

“I don’t want to hear it.” Boss continued, as he pulled out a drawer within his desk. The station seemed to be pretty busy today, as mutants and humans (primarily mutants) walked around doing their job or whatever they do. The station always felt so depressing, not many windows to let the light in, with the primary sources of light being the lamps on the desks. The desks were very old fashioned, like something you’d see during the 21st century, much more blocky than regular desks and made out of wood. “We’ve got a case for you right off the bat.”

“Alright, what have I got?” Will asked, hiding the excitement in his voice under a tone of seriousness. He had to get back into his regular mood of being serious all the time with his work, as no one likes someone who jokes around these days. It was annoying that a person couldn’t do his work and at the same time be who he is. Human police stations were no god damn better, it just reeks of adults being so serious.

“We’ve got threats of murder on Riva.”

“Oh, who is that? Never heard of her.”

“No wonder, you weak-bloods have terrible music tastes.” God, there is that word again, “weak-bloods”. Mutants just love the feeling of telling humans that they are the supposed weaker species. Prejudice between the two species have been getting worse each and every day to the point that its just getting ridiculous. It’s nearly adorable.

“Anyway some guy wants her to stop singing at all times, his or her messages have used very colorful words to say the least. However, they haven’t just been sending threats. Riva’s own family has been attacked and some of the people that have openly said that they like her music have been brutally murdered.” Boss’ face, or what could have been described as a face, seemed to turn much gloomier as he spoke, clearly shaken up by the whole situation.

“Talk about taking hating an artist to the next level. How long has this been going on?”

“It’s been going for about a week now and about three people have been killed so far.”

The whole situation felt so abnormal, is this really how mutants would act to show of their hatred? Or could it be humans? Whichever species, who thought it was a smart idea to start killing fans of a artist they hate. “Any similarities between the victims?”

“They were all weak-bloods, and they were killed with guns.”

Oh boy, I wonder who could have done this.

So from what he could gather, Will’s job was to find a bunch of serial killers who are specifically targeting humans, the killers apparently having a major distaste of a musician called Riva. They have been using guns, which are used by humans. So the killers are most likely humans who hunt other humans who like mutant music, because its not real music or some other stupid fanatical reason. Will’s boss agreed with this sentiment, as it made the most sense.

“Those fucking weak-bloods will pay with their lives.”

Luckily for him, they already had a lead; in fact they had two leads already. One was situated in an outer part of the ghetto where most humans lived, and one was more into it. He decided to go to the outer reaches. Walking out of the police station, he looked around the city for a few minutes to find the metro. The city was in a direct contrast to modern human cities, as human cities still retained its older styles of buildings with massive glass skyscrapers. The architecture of the mutants were very different in their designs. Some are very sleek and white, some have spikes on them and look rusty. There was a huge variety of buildings, each one being unique to the next.

He would have stayed and admired longer, but he was in a bit of a hurry to get where he needed. The metro felt surprisingly empty, guess it wasn’t a very busy time right now. The metro was colored a deep dark blue, shaped like a cave going down under the earth. It looked like a massive mole had made a hole and painted its new creation.

Even the trains were empty, not a soul to be found. This was very strange, why in the blue blazes isn’t there anyone here? The train was a bright silver color, shaped like a regular human train. The seats were relatively soft, but nothing too luxurious, which is to be expected of any train of any country to be completely honest.

After about of 20 minutes of patient waiting, doing nothing at all, he finally arrived to his destination. It really was a shit place, graffiti covering cement buildings with small and few windows. The humans perfectly reflected the buildings, terrible clothing and poor hygiene would be the best words to describe the people that lived here. Humans weren’t given much choice with their lives here, Will thought to himself. No wonder they would turn to violence and hating mutants

He wanted to stop and ask them about how they ended up this way, it broke his heart seeing his brothers and sisters like this. No man or woman deserves to live in such a shitty place. As he continued to the building he was told to go, he heard the whispers of some of the people as he passed them by. He couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, but he did hear some things quite clearly.

“Filth-blood slave”

Will continued his way into a dark alley, the darkness shrouding him like a thick black fog. The lights were out for some strange reason, as Will continued through the dark. Then, a voice penetrated the silence. The voice was light and gentle with how it spoke, but it had this aura of coldness to it that would send shivers down any persons spine. Will only smiled.

“You are amazing at hiding who you are, Marek. I always wonder how you do it, I’m kinda jealous.” Will spun around and faced the voice. Through the darkness, a face appeared. The face would seem like a normal human, a stern and robust face with long straight purple hair that dangled like curtains, if you didn’t see the spikes that covered it. The spikes were a brownish color and seemed to be manually sharpened for some reason.

“People are so easy to fool these days. You just need to look human to fool people.” Will answered, a big grin on his face growing. “People here will always blame the humans.”