It had been another successful day, went shopping with meal 1, out to lunch with meal 3 and then catching a movie with meal 7. Yep, a good day. Valentine hummed to himself as he made his way down the crowded sidewalk. He had ditched his female figure after the movie, not having any more plans with any planned meals he had lined up so he wore some tight black jeans and an oversized hoodie that made it hard to tell if he was a boy or a girl. He didn't mind though, he liked to keep people guessing.<br/><br/>His violet eyes scanned the people walking back as he skipped along. Girls, girls, kids, a hot guy every now and then. Those were his prey of choice, young men thinking they could have their way with women just because of what was in their pants or how much they made. Those with large egos or a bit of a violent side always had a good flavor to them. He sighed and brushed his black hair out of his eyes as he stared up at the darkening evening sky. Yep, a good day.<br/><br/>Then it wasn't such a good day. A loud crash, screams scratching his ear drums. Yep, there it went. People running, children crying. Valentine sighed as he glanced around, finding the source of the chaos seemed to stream from a large group of people, each dressed in what looked like black robotic armor. Valentine tilted his head, several of them had some kind of teaser or something coming from the claws at the end of their arms. The hell was going on? He sighed to himself, tilting his head as the larger of the squad stepped in front and started screeching something about something stupid. Valentine let out a groan, ready to turn and leave until he saw him. There he was, caught in a flurry of screaming people, a robotic villain with teasers for hands zeroing in....Meal number 9.