Aven's eyes wandered the crowd as they continued to surge forward. An imposing figure in a hooded white cloak drifted amongst them. Instantly, Aven's curiousity took control. The figure was now completely in his focus and everything elsed faded from vision, all that was left was the hooded figure and the faces floating surreally. Aven even toned out the distant screams into faint whispers. His trance is dispelled as he watches as the cloaked figure suddenly stops and the faces run oposite to the flow of motion. A wave of warmth slathers his face ending the surreality of it all. Aven stops and runs his hand and fingers across his face to find them slathered in blood.

Petrified, Aven came to grips and follows the path of the others, wildly searching and violently grabbing. People were Swimming through the crowd some covered in blood and others injured. Hands raced across his back and pull at his face from others behind. The sound of screams are distorted by menacing low pitch rubblings. More blood flies in his direction as he discovers heavily armored figures pulse through the crowd and slaughtering everyon in contact. They all looked similar with minor differences in their armor. Aven knew where the sounds were coming from, and his fear accelerated. Once expressionless faces were twisted into permanant faces of death as he continued onward. It didn't matter where they were running as long as it was away from 'them'.

Aven took a moment to look behind him and found his fears correct. The centurians had attacked and were slaughtering the people, but why? He found the crowd slowing down and coming to a hault. Screams errupted from the front, and Aven knew they were surrounded. Blood bathed the masses as the centurians flanked through their ranks. They were creatures created by men with armor and weapons once used to protect and serve, but now they had turned against their masters. They even resembled men as giants with cat-like faces. Armed with their strength alone, they would have been more than a match for the unarmed population, but the centurians were armed with an array of weaponry from cybernetic attachments to heavy blades. The centurians were leaving not a single being standing.

A centurian had made its way to Aven's location wielding a curved blade dripping with the blood of the slain. Aven watched in horror as the blade came down. He could feel the air from the blow as it chopped through those next to him with a sickening thumb. It lifted the blade to strike again also lifting a corpse suctioned to the blade. With a might heavy, the body was tossed behind Aven into an ever growing pile. The creature's dull eyes met Avens and roared in delight. It raised the blade diagonally as if preparing to sever Aven's body in half with its next blow when a thin blade protruded from the centurian's right eye and then twisted and arched outward, slicing of half of the creatures head. "Bastard!" the centurian screamed while dropping its axe-like weapon and grabbed its face in pain. Blood streamed from between its fingers and poured down its face and neck.

A white cloak, now red in most places wavered behind it and Aven backed away in terror tripping over bodies covered head to toe in blood. The centurian pivoted and reached out behind it with its one free arm, slashing ravenously with mighty clawed hands. The centurian bellowed in pain as its hand fell from its body as the figure lashed out with blades protruding from within the cloak. A loud thud resounded as the creature's left side of its head had been completely separated from its body in a spray of gore. Skull fragments and brain matter were flung upon everyone surrounding and the centurian fell dead before it hit the ground. The cloaked figure had already began to make its move and Aven frantically regained his footing and ran through piles of the dead, not looking behind him as he aimlessly followed.

The figure jumped into the air, its cloak tail trailing behind it as sliced through the thick neck of another centurian that had wandered into his path. Its head sailed into a pile of corpses, the face still twitching with rage and its body remaining standed, blood spurting from its neck in all directions. Still, Aven followed the white figure through alley after alley, and all was the same. Corpses lining the floor and still a mass of confusion remaining. The still living ran in all directions and Aven continued to follow the one path he felt he would be the safest. Centurians contiued to overwhelm the remaining survivors as more of them flooded the massacre. "Why wasn't anyone stopping this!" Aven thought to himself, his eyes wide with terror and adreline pulsing through his veins. "I don't want to die!"

A hiss singed the air as a bullet passed by Avens head. "I missed!" a centurian roared in anger, another errupted in laughter. A sneer spread across its face and a toungue flashed from its mouth. It rose its enourmous firearm to fire again. The gun pulsed as it fired once more, the bullet shredding the chest of an unfortunate person, the force launching them forward ahead of Aven. It rose its gun to fire again in Aven's direction. Aven tripped over another body and was sent realing to the floor, a bullet darted over his head dropping two more people infront of him. Aven scrambled to the feet and began to run. The figure too was moving quickly and Aven couldn't keep up. Centurians begain to close in from behind. "Where is he going?!" Aven thought to himself. "Where!" The figure then dissappeared. Aven stared in disbelief and almost tripped once more. The centurians were at his heals and he was coming to a dead end. His body quaked as he pushed himself to keep running. His muscles ached and his body hurt from being scrambled in the commotion when this all began. Aven spotted a door along the wall and found it broken into. A nervous sigh slipped from Aven as he opened the door cautiousl and threw himself inside. The door was big enough for a Centurian to get through easily; Aven continued to run. The door had led him to a hallway bathed in darkness with only the backup lights operational. The power had been severed, at least to the residential areas where people may be hiding.

New fears arose within Aven's mind. "They cut the power," he thought to himself. "They had this all planned from the beginning!" The door behind him began to swing open as the centurians wandered inside. Aven balted through the hall and discovered a prominent hole within the floor as if it was cut deeply into. The hole led to a heavily structured area located between each of the tens of floors in the complex. Inside it was perpetually dark, and Aven didn't know how deep the space was inbetween the floors and could fall to his death, but this death would be better than the latter. He slinked into the hole which was barely big enough to slide a person through and held on by his hands. He reached out with his feet wildly for footing and found none. The centurians were on top of him now and he let his fingers slip, his legs ready to brace the fall. The floor was a body's length from his dangling feet, and his legs buckled on impact sending him sprawling into a crawling position. His legs surged with pain, but he could manage. Fear was incontrol of his pain.

The centurians cursed above him faint light pouring from the hole above. "It's went inside," he heard a voice from above. The hole began to rip open wider and the light began to blot out.

"They're coming down!" Aven's mind raced. He was in an expansive structure crossed by colums of thick beams and diagonal cross-sections, and he could see a faint light to his left. Aven didn't take time to think madly dashing in the direction of the light. He could hear the sound of metal prying as the creatures dug through the thick metal flooring. He didn't stop when the hole left his view, Aven kept running towards the light ahead. It didn't matter where he was headed as long as it was away. As he approached the light, he caught a glimpse of another dented open a crack large enough to slide a person through, this one larger than the first. To the right of the door a destroyed security console was strewn aside as if ripped from the wall and dangled from a single wire. Light poured from the crack and Aven leared forward.

"Its too late," a deep voice grumbled behind him. Aven froze in terror. Aven looked behind him and saw the figure in white for the first time upclose. The figure looked to be a man with the stature and nature of the shape of its body. The figure's arms were outstretched from its sleaves, its wrists were bulky and mishapen over-lapping its hands. Sword-like blades protruded from the tops of its wrists each at least two feet in length and looked pollished black in the dim light. In one hand it held a large firearm resembling a primitive handgun. It outstretched its unarmed hand and pulled back the hood of its cloak revealing its face. Its eyes looked glazed over and had glowing orange pupils; its skin appeared a dark blue and somewhat stone like. The face was coverd in triangular-shaped scales that teemed with motion as if swarming with insects. The figure took a step closer into the light and glared at Aven. "Its too late," the the figure repeated grimmly. Aven emits a bone-chilling scream of absolute terror, and backs against the door.