<div align="center">Sin 'Subject 001' Chevalier: walking the streets of London: Night.</div><br/>London was said to be a thriving and busy city, but even in London there where down times, when city streets remained bathed in shadow, and completely still.  These areas where, to be fair in the richer areas of the city, but they where also a dangerous place for those who chose to trudge along the side walks alone.  There where still those that stalked these neighborhoods, looking for a defenseless looking mark, the reasoning being that, those who walked these streets must belong to them, and if that was the case than they should be carrying something valuable on them.  These thief's and pick pockets stayed behind towering trees, hidden behind shadows with sharp eyes, and even sharper weapons.<br/><br/>It wasn't a particularly odd thing that Sin found himself walking the streets at night, no this was how he spent most of his sleepless nights, but what was odd was the way Sin kept his face down, as if he where in great thought.  Occasionally he would jostled out of his wanderings, by a rude pedestrian, or soliciting...lady. But in those instances he would just look blankly at them, for a moment allowing his eyes to study the disturbance before dismissing them all together and continuing on his way.<br/><br/>Tonight, he was pondering the reason why people tended to gather in places with loud music and blinding lights.  He knew the mechanics of it, obviously there was some enjoyment behind all the writhing and flailing of limbs, and he could even admit that some sounds that where blared out where enjoyable.  But still...it seemed like a great mystery, about how these places came to be.<br/><br/>It was completely by accident that he had found himself stumbling through the doors of what had looked like an abandoned factory.  Some boy, no older than sixteen, wearing a pair of leather pants,a fishnet top, and long leather boots, had wrapped an arm around his shoulders, and started talking to him.  He knew what the boy was doing, since flirting had been discussed to him by one of his guardians.  But the reason why this boy would aim it at him had caused him some confusion, he was male, therefor the rites of mating should be shown to a fertile female.  But non the less he hadn't found the situation to be as distasteful as some of his encounters with females had been, and as such allowed the boy to lead him to their destination.  When the large metal doors to the factory had opened, loud pounding music had engulfed him.<br/><br/>It was mere moments later when he realized that the boy had gone, and he was surrounded by pulsating noise, and steamy bodies imitating oddly erotic mating moves.  He also noticed that the majority of people there where male, and wearing leather. The temperature steadily climbed, which didn't bother him, but that combined with the incessant loud noise, and the occasional touches from people he didn't know had him desperate to leave.  Leaving as he would later think on, wasn't as easy as it seemed, and it took all of forty minutes to push his way out.  He actually breathed a sigh of relief when he was out side, and he quickly moved away from the looming threat of being once again pulled into a place that intimidated him so.<br/><br/>And that had been a good three hours ago, he had been so deep in thought that he didn't realize until it was too late that he didn't know where he was, although his surroundings looked anything but suspicious.  In fact it reminded him of....well something he couldn't quite place his mind on yet.  He looked about, his mind still muggy from his musings, when a soiled and slightly rancid smelling hand pulled him into a rather private area hidden by shadows, and bush.  The hand he found was connected to an equally dirty arm, and a malnourished body, encased in ragged clothing four sizes too big for the aging and bearded man.  His hand was still clutching Sins leather jacket, and his toothless grin didn't match the malice that shone from this strangers eyes.  Sin for a moment, allowed his eyes to take in the man, and than allowed his mind to take in the situation, and if it weren't for the knife the man held close to his throat, well than he would have just treated it as a new experience, and nothing more.  But he could feel the jagged edge of the blade pushing against the skin of his throat, and something inside of him was....released.  He could feel one part of his mind go fuzzy, and another part go sharp, and while he knew that he hadn't changed form, there was still steam rising from his skin, steam so hot that the man had to jump back to keep from getting burned.<br/><br/>He hit the floor with a thud, looking up at his poorly chosen mark, who had suddenly changed so much from the defenseless boy he had been sized up to be.  Sins eyes shined silver in the dark, his pupils dilating into slits that gave him an eerily demonic quality.  The hairs all over the mistaken thief stood on end, and pushed his way up against a tree, trying desperately to get away.  Sin watched him, like a predator watched prey, waiting for the man to make a move.  His muscles where taunt, and something primal and threatening escaped his mouth, coming out in a growl that reverberated inside of the humans mind.  It was that growl that had the man dropping his weapon and fleeing the scene, a sharp scream issuing from his mouth.<br/><br/>The moment the blade was dropped, was the moment Sins eyes went back to normal, and he had to shake his head to get rid of the acidic after taste of violence.  Moments like these where not new to him, but they left an unsettling feeling of distaste in the pit of his belly.  As he stumbled slightly away, the stray thought that he had to categorize and memorize this encounter made him wide eyed, and rushing to sniff his way back to the small motel room he was currently living in so that he could write everything down.