Hunter had been enjoying a nice nap in one of the upper class districts of the city. He had chosen to stop at a shopping mall, and fell asleep on the edge of a pond outside in the courtyard. As passers-by went about their shopping, a couple pointed and stared at him. He had been wearing a tattered old sheet to keep the cold away, and appeared to be very much like a homeless man. He even looked the part, as his form looked weak and pathetic crumpled on the ground. Of course, the image of the facility mattered to the staff, and so his nap was soon interrupted.

[b]"Sir, you cannot sleep here"[/b] A voice suddenly came to him, interrupting his dreams. He hated waking up. Opening one eye, Hunter looked up to see a security guard standing over him. The man was rather portly, and from his tone appeared to be on a power trip. A mall cop, an amusing form of human that thought it was all-powerful because it had control over one tiny section of mall. As if on cue, the man started to back up once he saw the color of Hunter's eye. Bright red was not a normal color for a normal person, and clearly disturbed the man.

[b]"Go fuck yourself"[/b] he grumbled to the security guard before turning over and closing his eyes again. Apparently, the statement had pushed the guard over the edge, and soon he felt a boot impacting his back. He let out a grunt from the impact, before growling in a deep, unnatural way. It was animalistic, and clearly disturbed those observing the altercation. Hunter started to get up, causing his rag to fall off. It revealed a very strong young man who was also quite tall. He wore a uniform of some kind, although it could not be linked to any distinct organization or group. Both of his red eyes now glared daggers at the mall cop, and he let loose a snarl. This caused a couple of things to happen.

The guard, now completely frightened, pulled out a can of pepper spray, and aimed it at Hunter's face. However, he never got to spray it at his target, as Hunter had already grabbed the man's head. With a heave, the chubby officer was sent flying into a nearby wall on the edge of the courtyard. At that time, the bystanders began running away. However, before anyone could react, he ran after the thrown guard. The man had just gotten back up, but didn't have time to react before Hunter began ruthlessly beating the shit out of him. It eventually became bloody, as the metal arms that Hunter had began to do serious damage. He had a vicious grin on his face as he beat up the guard, and he felt his rage and anger being channeled through his fists and into the guard's face.

By the time he was done a few minutes later, the guard was nothing more than a bloody pile of broken bones and bruised tissue. Hunter walked away from the scene as he began to hear sirens in the distance. It wasn't that he was afraid of the legal ramifications of what he had done, it was more that he hated dealing with police officers. Then again, it didn't mean much. He hated everything.