The End of the Diamond Dogs... Not Really Though

Once again the door thunders open sending an eerie echo throughout the foreboding room. A dark figure stands in front of a breathtaking view of the City. Lucien Thrope could only see the outline of the figure and an ever so slight shimmer from her black satin dress flowing seamlessly to the floor. Lucien, you let me down... How am I suppose to help you if you keep failing me? "Forgive me! Please, I need the antidote! I can't live like this!" Lucien glares down on his furry paws. "BAYNE promised me if I did this for you, that you'd help me get out of this monstrosity of a body!" The figure turns to gaze upon the remains of the pathetic pile of fluff. Lucien, are you begging? Like the dog that you are! Begging? Fine then... Here! The figure tosses a vile of glowing liquid at the sad excuse of a werewolf. Lucien downs the liquid and discards the vile, it breaks on the floor as shards scatter in every direction.

The sounds of bones cracking and moans fill the dark empty air. "It... It worked! How can I ever thank you?" Quite easily... You can die! The figure signals to the opposite side of the room. Several dark figures quickly glide across the floor with the faint sounds of crunching glass drawing ever closer to their terrified quarry. As though reading his thoughts, they pounce upon him in unison. Outside the window a myriad of shadows danced around a motionless lump as screams tear through the darkness of the cold cruel night.

The moonlight catches on the figure's perfect lips as they contort into a sadistic smile. Eat up my darlings. Who knows what tomorrow will bring. MwaHaHaHa! Her evil laughter fills the room as the curtains close leaving the gruesome scene in shadow.

The Heroes who have successfully brought a sense of peace back into the City are:

Damanor as 'The Duck' and Satyr Eyes as 'Panpype'

Congratulations! And to everyone who answered to the emergency. Good Job and Best of Luck Next Time! It was a very difficult decision.