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Nicolas flipped through the mind of his new body, this cop had some interesting stuff, apparently a pretty girlfriend and baby on the way. At that point a voice in the back of his head rang out saying don't hurt them. Nick knew he wouldn't, he never planned to do something that would not count for his benefit, killing innocent families would never help. Nick was new to this planet, well he knew that much, he shortly remembers something about the Credoralite System as a home place, but whether or not this was just the memory of a previous person is unknown. Nick is more an entity than a person, that's how he can swap bodies and take their traits. But anything of Nick's origin is unknown, it may have been the impact upon landing on earth, or something else but the Scavanger knew nothing of a past life before he woke up on motorway completely naked inside the body of 19 year old called Mathew James.

The Scavanger Isn't even really called Nicolas, that was just a name he uses when asked, Alex was also a name he commonly uses. He was only named the Scavanger when the police first caught onto him and found that he was an alien who used to scavenge earthlings to get around and improve himself. That was back in the 60's. There's a chunk of Scav's memory that is missing the last forty years, he only remembers his life as the 19 year old and from when he last awoke two months ago in Las Vegas. Looking at it on a whole Nick's life is quite sad never getting too close to anyone, always focused on getting money and surviving in this new world and upon arriving on this new planet Scav has realised, having money is the only way to survive.

Static came from the radio on Nick's police bike and as he looked down at it a female voice called "Officer Halliwell?", unsure Nick stared down at the badge, it's true, he was officer Gareth Halliwell. Nick's hand reached down and picked up the small black oval object, "yes?" he replied, "did you get him?" asked the female voice "yes" he answered once more. More static ran through the radio but before any more questions could be asked, he ripped the wire off the bike and threw it down onto the road beside him and watched as it burst into many tiny shards and flew into the windshields and wheels of cars driving behind. They slid off into the side of the motorway, and Nick could only find himself not to care. He is made to adapt not to love.

Nick found himself making his way back to San Francisco, the dead blond man would take the fall for the steal and Officer Halliwell would take the fall for murdering him before taking the diamond from his warmth deprived, dead hands. The police bike pulled up into the parking lot of a clothes shop that was just off the motorway, he needed new clothes, he couldn't be seen wearing a uniform. He stepped off his bike and the alien pushed open the stores door and stepped into "streetware", the inside was not too shabby and he could see that this would suffice. He went straight over to the t-shirts and grabbed a black one with the logo of a famous band on it, he also grabbed some blue jeans, a checkered beige belt, an olive green hoody, Black aviators and some red nike's before making it into the males changing quarters.

When in there he ripped the labels off them all and tried them on after he took off the uniform. As expected they fit perfectly. Nick smiled into the given mirror before taking out the gun from it's holster and securing it in his hoody pocket. He pushed the curtain aside after his trainers were securely tied. Walking past the counters a spotted teenage boy commented that Nick had not paid for his clothes and when threatening to call the police after Nick put up his middle finger, the teens brains were sprayed across the mirror behind him. People screamed out and cowered whilst the alien casually pushed open the door, as he did when entering. Stepping up to a blue Mercedes SLR Maclaren, he put his fist through the window by the driver seat and opened it up before hot wiring it, a trick he picked up 5 people ago.

As Scav drove back down into San Francisco, he saw flashing sirens and in a loud whiz was passed by several cop cars, who undoubtedly were in search of the dead blond man Nick left before he became officer Halliwell. Soon they would be after him, but Nick could be anyone, female or male. he would never be found. He was anonymous, off to scavenge the world forever learning new ways to survive. Because that's what's needed. Survival. Scav contemplated ideas of life before zooming down the road at speeds which he was caught using last time.

awesome read >.>... I wish I could do that... D: