The Greyhound’s Blood: Greyhound Treasury

The Greyhound’s Blood

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February 9, 2035

 

Things have changed since the second year of Greyhound’s service, here in Trenton, New Jersey. Greyhound has found a Greyhound Army, each soldier a Katarian issued incarnation of the first Greyhound. The Red Hazel gang is still lurking around the city and Greyhound’s troops are searching for the remaining members of the association. Greyhound, sixteen year-old David Bloodhound, and his girlfriend have broken up. David now stays in his father’s armory, with the troops.

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David was a strong, skinny sixteen year-old, who had taken the mantle of Greyhound at the age of fourteen, his father’s mantle. David’s phone began to ring. He picked it up and answered. He heard the rough voice of Ayn, the Lieutenant of the Greyhound soldiers.

“David” he answered, “my troops are under attack by the Red Hazel gang.”

“I’m on my way.” replied David.

David turned to a glass tube, containing a black and silver unitard. It was the Greyhound X suit. He then walked up to the tube and opened the casing. David pulled out the strange Greyhound attire. He pulled the suit on to his body. The purple eyes on the suit lit up, Greyhound checked the wings, their white glow filling him with an uplifting feeling. Greyhound was soon outside, he then conjured the wings and take off.

David checked his com-link, Ayn was helping some wounded soldiers. One of them was bleeding out and then fell to the ground dead. Ayn had jumped on to a gang member and planted the guy’s head into the wall, the guy’s helmet shattered as he fell down. David was soaring above, when a bullet knocked his wing tip and caused him to fall out of the sky.