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[Corran Boid]

May 2nd, 2523 Evening Townton Downs

The screaming had ended for quiet awhile. Most of those who survived the first encounter with the mad Boid made sure to know exactly where he was and warned others. The female he had chased after wasn't so luck he had ran her down. At the peak of her screaming attack by Boid she passed out. Like a mawling he raised back some thing had snapped at the silence of the girl. Stepping back he looked down at her snorting he grabbed her by her left leg and proceeded to drag her away.

Now Corran in his madness was looking for shelter to hold up in. Finding a smallish town he walked down the main street dragging the poor woman. His nose searching the air for the smell of food. Three blocks into the town he smelt wood burning and headed for it. In a homely house was two men hunkered over a fire cooking a bit of food they found. They had also found a small cash of weapons, hand guns and combat knives. Boid moved slowly and as silently as he could until what he was dragging stopped his forward porgression. Looking back with fury he saw that her hair had tangled upon a bit of dead brush. Growling at her he moved over her to berate the situation. The sound of one of the men startled Boid turning he left her to hide behind a set of box crates.

The men came out to search for the sound only to find the girl still passed out. They checked her for a pulse. At this time their mind went south and they started to free her. Corran on the other hand only saw that they were trying to take his prise away from him. His anger rose to rage. Looking around he saw a piece of flat steel that was three feet long by three inches on one side tapering to a inch and a half. Wrapping his fingers around the metal he quietly stalked the men. Getting behind them he was able to get within five feet before one of the men turned. A yell tried to come from his throat when Corran silenced him by swipping the metal at his neck. With a second swing he broke the sother man's left leg at the knee then striking him on the right side of his neck.

Looking down at them as the rage lessened he searched them finding the guns they had palmed. He then stood up and moved over to the girl raising the metal he swung again this time it was not towards death but cutting the girl free from the dead brush. Taking her again by the left leg he drag her once again this time into the house. Goind near to the fire he sniffed the soup that was nearly boiling. Grabbing the hot pot with his left hand he removed the pot. The heat of the pot sizzled the synth flesh of his false hand. Using his right hand he grabbed a large laddle and slowly began to eat.

Boid's anger was fading and so was some of his madness but still it held on as he ate. The madness was an odd thing to predict some times it was hours others days still some thing of the outside world triggered the break. So with none but the unconscience girl to break the lull of the madness it would seem would last forever. If only some one would challange the madness they might just bring him back before he was lost to the reaver state of mind he was having.

[Corran Boid]

May 3rd, 2523 Evening Townton Downs

The night was long, within it walked the nightmares that haunted all even on Corran Boid. As the day neared he slowly sleepily walked back to the nest cashe. Getting in the door way he noticed that the female he had captured the previous day was gone. Her bindings cut and the majority of food stuffs that was laid out was gone. Turning in rage he looked back outside. His eyes and mind were blurred by sleep.

The a man came out on the farside of the street with a largish club in his hand. He was followed by four others, another male and two females one being the woman he had caught. Each had a weapon clubs and guns ready to use, but the woman he had dragged for most of the previous day looked very nervous like she would run at any monent. Growling then followed by a reaver shreik Corran made his intent clear, he was going to kill some thing.

It was then that four others jumped him from behind they had laided waiting in the house. The four was soon joined by the other two males. They swung as hard as they could trying to get a killing blow but Boid blocked each hit with his left arm or kicked back with his left leg. One of the men got to close and was kicked in the groin. The sound of a hip dislocating made them halt, that is when Corran started to use his left arm not as a shield but as a weapon. Taking out a knee here, braking a leg there, caving in a chest with a single blow was how he worked. When they scattered only to men were left. They ran to the women and together they hurried off toward the blinding sun rise.

Boid tried to run after them but some thing was wrong with his right knee and his left leg wasn't moving so well. So he ended falling back to the porch his mind spinning and yet with the adreinalian pumping through his veins sleep had and was gaining strength. Now that the fighting was over and all he could do was lay where he was the sleep of a night finally caught up to him. As he laided there with a dislocated right knee and a knife blade buried in his left Corran could only sleep and wait for some one to come by and pity the monster that he was.

[Corran Boid]

May 4th, 2523 Evening Townton Downs


Darkness.

All encompusing darkness. A darkness so power full that screams it's self can not escape from. Darker than the expance between one galactic plain to another. With in this darkness Boid floated waiting to be freed from what ever had a hold upon him. How long had the it been? Why is it lingering so long? Where was the help he always seemed to get to break him free.

There in the blackness the muffled screams would rise to a whisper and then fall away. Figures of unknown people moved past in a hurried pace. But the one thing that was always there was the smell of blood, of the life it's self. Once in a while the smell of fresh life would invade his nose and he'd rush for it. No matter how fast he'd get there the smell would turn to a life spoiled and the smell of death would wash over him.

Again and again he would try, with the same ending results. After an extremely noisy time filled with spoiled life and throbbing pain he found a quiet peace a peace he had only found with one other being, Ai Tsuchiya. It felt quiet and calm, but it was lonely very lonely. Sadness rose from deep within him. He tried to cry out but with in the darkness it was swallowed. Taken from the ray of hope he might have had for showing that part of his humanity.

Yet on the outside world the reaver shrieked the pain of his right dislocated knee to his left leg being pinned to the wooden porch boards. A sorrowful cry would break through when the screaming would stop. When the energy was spent for the few hours of the voice cracking shrieks the quiet sleep would come agian. Both the beast and Boid himself wished for peace if only it come soon.

[Corran Boid]

May 5th, 2523 Morning Townton Downs

The body was loosing ground yet the reaver fit didn't seem to be slowing, on the outside. Inside within the mind a war was ragging between the madness and the sanity of Boid himself. The struggle had mostly been on the madness side but it was growing weaker. Corran was growing in strength within his own mind.

The battle within swirled like two black holes that were trying to swallow each other. One was going to win and Boid was gaining. The reaver side had to contend with both the body and the mind to care for. The sanity had just to deal with the fight.

Soon cracks within the madness formed and Boid exploited them. The battle soon ended with Boid as the victor. His mind was a washed with peace for the first time in many days he could feel his body. Racked in pain he could feel every injury. With a smile on his face he tried to lean up but his body was so weak that that effort was to much. Rolling over to his left he noticed his right knee was dislocated. Stretching it out he popped the knee cap back into place. Pain surged through him like a knife, yet relief soon followed. As for his left leg he noted too a piece of metal sticking through it. Looking at it from both sides he slowly tugged at it pulling it on through his left leg. He hoped that it han't severed any lines with his artifical leg.

With a clang he tossed it far away from him. Rolling around using his left leg and arm to pull him around he went back into the run down house. He looked around to find a small sack of rations that were laying on the floor under the table. Hungrily he ate the protein bars. With food now in his body he'd soon to get the needed energy to get back into this game. To help out his leg he grabbed for and broke an old chair and made a splint for his right knee which was throbbing from the movements he had just done.

Now if only I had Ai here every thing would be perfect.

[Corran Boid]

May 7th, 2523 Morning Townton Downs


Two days had passed since Boid's mind had returned back to him. He was better for it with out the pain and the mind numbing screaming every waking moment. He had slowly searched for anyone else still holded up in the run down ghost town. Nothing was found, no food, weapons, or anything that wasn't tied down or too heavy to move on the run. The best building was a well built bar at the center of town named the Blue Phoenix. The building looked as if it could with stand a week of morter shelling and think nothing of it.

Here he dragged the best furniture and what foods he still had at the slaughter house he was staying in. Sitting still resting for a few moments on one hot eve he thought he heard a click and a hum. He took the majority of the eve to hunt it down only to find a secret stash behind one wall. It wasn't much, a little fresh water, protein bars, and two extended magazine clips. Rationing the bars he hunted for small game mainly rats and even smaller birds.

The eerie silence of the town was enjoyed by Corran. The town may have looked dead but the wild life of the small moon made it home. He would have thought of staying but then he would never see Ai again and that thought didn't settle well with him. Gathering the most mobile of the items he said good by the Townton Downs and followed the very old trails of the ones that had the misfortune of being made to play this sick game of survival of the fittest.