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Joel Beck 
[b]Location[/b]: The street 
[b]Tags[/b]: Turns out insomnia was a pretty useful super power[/center]

Wraith arrived at the center of the chaos shortly after the Rabbit girl's victory. There were police lights flooding the early morning street with blue as they attempted to block the roads from early commuters. Several officers were unloading their guns into the monstrosities with varying degrees of success. He supposed he should just pick a place to start, then. 

A creature with a man's body and a dinosaur's head came barreling towards him. 

"Why?" Wraith groaned. Why would someone make this? What possible reason could they have had?

He caught the creature by the jaws as it attempted to take his head off. Wraith forced the scaly maw shut and wrapped his arms around its head. He'd seen guys who wrestle with alligators do this on TV, and, well, they were sort of the same thing, right? 

The human part of the monster flailed its hands at him wildly. It seemed to lack the instinct to punch; instead it tried to gut him with the dinosaur talons that it didn't have. The puny human fingernails didn't do much damage. 

He looked around for something to restrain the guy with, while failing to notice the police officer approaching with a gun. The cop put the barrel of the pistol to the dinosaur's temple and fired before Wraith could intervene. 

The body went limp in his grip and Wraith let go, partially in shock at suddenly being splattered with prehistoric brain matter. 

"What the fuck?! Why did you just kill it?! The hell is wrong with you?!" Wraith turned on the officer furiously. 

"That thing was trying to tear your throat out!" The officer shouted back defensively. 

"Of course it was, it's part dinosaur! It doesn't know any better!"

"I've seen [i]you[/i] cave a few heads in," The officer snapped, "Since when did you become a conscientious objector?" 

Wraith deflated a bit. That wasn't his fault; he'd been brainwashed, drugged, and suffering the effects of a major head injury. Right? Or were those things just enough to unlock a viciousness he already possessed? Were any of these beings at fault, or were they just victims? 

The officer had stormed off while Wraith spaced out. By the time a sharp pain snapped him out of it, he had a whole new problem. A man with what looked like fleshy guns for hands was shooting at him. Okay, so he would just break off the finger barrels and disarm him. A little brutal, sure, but not too entirely cruel. 

Wraith quickly approached him, taking the bony bullets rather than trying to dodge them, as was his usual tactic to save time. At least until one of the shots hit him square in the forehead.

He didn't even have a chance to process what had happened before he collapsed into a pile of angsty goth on the concrete, unconscious.