Black Fang

Gender: Male

Level: Street

Affiliation: Villain

Location: Reach City, Reach







"Men, I've called for this meeting in order to address the recent increase of numbers in the criminal underworld. As you all know, about a month ago one of our officers, Cruz, shot and killed a young gang member in self defense. Even though he was ruled innocent, people still decided to attack and kill two officers. Now, we have reasons to believe that this was one of the members of the The Pack."



Police Chief Rockson turned on the projector.



"This," Rockson said pointing at the screen, "Is 'Black Fang', the leader of The Pack. A hybrid of dog and human, he is ruthless and is not above killing other officers." He flicked the screen. "This is James Lucas, the teen that was shot. On inspection, the coroners found a misshapen tattoo on him that could be The Pack's mark on his right forearm."



Some officers began taking down notes, whispering to each other what they thought of the case.







Rockson switched back to Black Fang.



"No one is sure what Black Fang's real name is, although some speculate that he is Robert Ramirez, an ex-prisoner that was serving time for petty robbery. After pissing off some of the higher ups in the Jail, it seems someone managed to perform some type of alchemy on him, mixing him with a dog. Once released from jail, he was never heard of again."



Rockson tapped the screen, switching it to the murder scene of Officers Langwood and Hotch.



"These two officers, God bless them, were found dead near one of The Pack's publicly known hangouts. This is not the first time officers or civilians have been found dead around that section of Reach, with about a dozen cases of assault being reported this past year."



Dead silence in the room.



"However, we do have good news, one of our officers managed to infiltrate The Pack, although just a lower branch. He got the golden opportunity to meet Black Fang in person. Officer Jenkins, please stand up."



A young, police officer walked up in front of the crowd.



"Ok son, just tell them what you found out."



Jenkins pulled out some notes, and nodded. Thus, began his analysis of Black Fang.







"Well, when I first saw him, I didn't know what to think. He had the head of a dog, and I was about to burst out laughing, but some guy did before I could." Jenkins stopped for a minute. "Well, it turned out bad. Black Fang caught the guy by the collar, and just like that, he threw the guy straight through the roof. I mean, it looked like it was part of a freaking cartoon. Straight through the roof." "He looked around the room and asked if anyone else had a problem, and we all said no, of course."



He stopped to catch his breath.



"So after he did that, Black Fang did what he came for. We had smuggled some cars, and Fang just picked them up one by one and looked all over them. The guy was a freaking car jack."









"Well, when he walked in, he walked in with 10 other guys, each one wearing some type of collar, or dog related item. Tough looking guys to say the least. They all had UMP 45s, and looked ready to kill."



Office Jenkins pulled up his shirt, revealing multiple scars and bruises.



"These are from the initiation to get in. They had about ten guys beat on me with bats and other things. Keep in mind everyone had to have a beating like this. Tough bastards. Anyway, once I got in, I got sent on a bunch of assignments. Mostly just territory controlling jobs. Although, some times I was sent to do really high end stuff. Armed robbery, grand theft auto, raiding and destroying other gang bases. One time though, some gang members cornered me and Black Fang, and I got to witness him fight."







"Now, it was us 4 fighting like 30 of the other guys. Turns out it was a busted drug sale or something like that. So, Fang just looks at us right? He says 'I got this' all high and mighty like. He just runs out there and starts punching guys left and right. I could see he got shot alot of times and he got stabbed even more. The thing is, I couldn't actually see the cuts! He healed faster than he got hurt. It was crazy."



The officer stopped to catch his breath.



"Right, so I saw him take a shot straight to the face, blew off the top his snout, taking his nose off with it. The whole thing grew back like in 10 seconds flat. Well, after taking out like 20 guys, two vans pulled up and even more guys jumped out. I think a total of about 30 guys were fighting us. Obviously out-numbered, Black Fang pulls out some sort of whistle and blows into it..."







"...Out of no where a group of 30 stray dogs just packed into the ally way we were in, and swarmed the other guys. The bit and tore flesh, it was a gruesome sight."



The Officer shuddered at remembering the thought.



"These dogs weren't just normal dogs. They ate the dead bodies. It was a disgusting sight. They ate all of them, bones and all. The thing is they didn't even look like normal dogs. Sure, they had a general appearance of dogs, but they looked more...feral, wild. Afterwards, Black Fang just blows on his whistle again and all of the dogs run away, gone, as if they never appeared in the first place."



Looking around the room, Jenkins put away his notes.



"And, well, that's all I have. My operation came to an end, after spending 2 months inside a lesser branch of The Pack, that's what I found out. The boss is a big bad guy, they are packing up on weaponry, there's about 40-50 members. If things go wild, he can summon up a pack of wild dogs. Pretty bad for the other gangs, pretty good for us, if we want to use it to our advantage, of course."