Just out of curiosity to see what it came up with. I didn't write this and boy I can see something wrong with this. Not using this to write part 2 of the comic. That's a slow process
The Shadow of the Past: A Mako Grey Story
The city of Solstice had always been a place of contrasts—bright neon lights cutting through dark alleys, sleek skyscrapers towering over older, crumbling buildings. It was the kind of place where secrets lingered in the shadows, waiting for someone to unearth them.
Mako Grey, a sleek Siamese cat with fur the color of moonlight, stood atop a rooftop, his sharp eyes scanning the streets below. His tail flicked restlessly, betraying the calm demeanor his face tried so hard to project. The city felt alive tonight, more so than usual. The wind tugged at his jacket, and a faint hum of activity reached his ears—shadows moving beneath the lights, whispers of people unaware of the storm that was brewing beneath the surface.
A quiet click of his communicator broke the silence. Mako tapped a button on his wrist, and the voice that crackled through was low, urgent.
“Are you in position?”
Mako’s lips curled into a smirk. “Always.”
The voice on the other end sighed in relief. “The package is nearly in transit. If anyone else gets their hands on it before you do… Well, I don’t need to remind you what’s at stake.”
Mako’s gaze shifted to the skyline, his eyes narrowing. “I know what’s at stake. I’ll handle it.”
With that, he snapped the communicator shut and dropped to a crouch, his form vanishing into the shadows of the rooftop. The moonlight kissed the tips of his ears as he leapt across the buildings, his movements fluid and calculated. He was always good at disappearing. His reputation as both a mercenary and a ghost of the city made him one of the most sought-after figures in Solstice, even if few knew his true identity. To most, he was just an urban myth, the ghostly figure in the alleyways who appeared when he was needed most.
Tonight, he was after something dangerous—a device capable of reshaping the balance of power in Solstice, an artifact that had been passed around the underworld for years, always just out of reach. But now, it had come to him. Or rather, it was supposed to.
He slipped through a ventilation shaft into an abandoned warehouse, the stench of old machinery and rust clinging to the air. His eyes flickered in the dim light as he scanned the room. He could feel the pulse of the place, a thrum of energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It was almost as if the warehouse itself was alive, waiting for him to make the first move.
A low voice echoed through the darkness. “You’ve come.”
Mako’s tail twitched. He didn’t need to turn to know who it was. The figure emerged from the shadows, a tall wolf-like creature cloaked in black. His eyes gleamed with a predatory light as he stepped forward, holding the device in his gloved hands.
“Why don’t you just hand it over?” Mako said, his voice smooth, but tinged with a dangerous edge. “You don’t want to make this harder than it needs to be.”
The wolf smirked, his ears flicking back slightly. “You always think you can take what doesn’t belong to you, don’t you, Mako Grey?”
Mako’s eyes narrowed. “You’d be wise to hand it over. The people I work for don’t take kindly to... delays.”
The wolf laughed, but there was no humor in it. “It’s not your bosses you should be worried about, Mako. It’s me.” His hand moved swiftly, and before Mako could react, a small device was thrown to the ground, releasing a thick smoke that filled the air.
Mako coughed and backed away instinctively, his ears flattening as he tried to maintain his bearings. But then, through the smoke, he heard it—the soft sound of footfalls. Heavy. Unhurried.
A voice, deeper and far more menacing, rumbled through the fog. “Mako Grey… I thought you’d be more of a challenge.”
Mako’s heart skipped. His eyes widened as the smoke cleared just enough to reveal a hulking figure, far larger than anything he’d faced before. It was a creature, part jaguar, part mechanical—its limbs reinforced with steel and its eyes glowing a fierce yellow. The monster was a creation of someone far more powerful than the wolf, someone who had been waiting for this moment.
“You should have stayed out of this, Mako,” the jaguar muttered, its voice a low, metallic growl. “But now, you’ve made it personal.”
Mako’s instincts kicked in. He was fast, but this thing was massive. His tail lashed behind him as he dove into the shadows, disappearing as he had so many times before.
The jaguar growled, its mechanical limbs clanking as it began to search the room, its eyes scanning every corner. The wolf watched from a distance, amusement flickering in his gaze. But Mako knew something the wolf didn’t—this wasn’t just a fight for survival. This was about something more.
The artifact the wolf had stolen was more than just a piece of technology. It was a key—a key to something buried deep within Mako’s own past. A past he had buried long ago, filled with secrets he was only beginning to understand.
Mako wasn’t just hunting for the artifact. He was hunting for the truth.
With a quick motion, Mako leapt from the shadows, his claws slashing through the air. He landed on the jaguar’s back, sending sparks flying as his claws scraped across the metal. The jaguar roared in pain, thrashing violently, but Mako held on, gritting his teeth.
“Your past will catch up with you, Mako,” the jaguar snarled, a flicker of recognition in its eyes.
Mako froze. What did it know? How?
“Don’t worry, Mako. It’s just a matter of time,” the jaguar whispered, and with that, it threw Mako across the room, sending him crashing into the concrete.
The world spun around him, but Mako grinned through the pain. “Time’s something I’ve got plenty of.”
He rose to his feet, ready for the next round.
This fight wasn’t just for survival anymore. It was for answers.
The Shadow of the Past: Part 2
The room was silent, save for the soft hum of the broken lights above and the distant echoes of the jaguar's mechanical growls. Mako’s body ached, his muscles protesting as he slowly pushed himself off the cracked floor. His breath came in shallow gasps, but his mind was already working, calculating. He couldn’t afford to hesitate—not with the artifact and the secrets it contained just out of reach.
The jaguar’s glowing eyes tracked his every movement, the predatory gaze never leaving him.
“You’re persistent, I’ll give you that,” the jaguar said, its voice a low rumble. It flexed its mechanical limbs, causing them to hiss with hydraulic pressure. “But you won’t survive what’s coming next.”
Mako’s eyes narrowed as his tail flicked with irritation. Not if I can help it.
“I’m tired of you and your games,” Mako muttered, his voice steady despite the burning pain in his chest. He wasn’t just fighting for the artifact anymore. He was fighting for answers—answers that had been hidden from him for far too long.
He glanced at the wolf, still standing on the sidelines, eyes gleaming with twisted amusement. There was something off about him—like he was part of a much larger puzzle, a piece that Mako didn’t fully understand yet. The wolf’s presence wasn’t just random; it was calculated. He had a plan, but Mako wasn’t sure exactly what it was.
A hiss from the jaguar snapped him out of his thoughts. It lunged toward him, its clawed hand reaching for Mako’s throat. But Mako was faster.
With a blur of motion, Mako dropped low, dodging the jaguar’s strike and launching himself onto a nearby stack of crates. He flipped mid-air, landing silently behind the beast. His claws scraped against the jaguar’s exposed back, a growl of pain escaping the mechanical creature’s lips as sparks flew from the damaged plating.
But it wasn’t enough to stop it.
The jaguar turned on him, its mechanical limbs powering up with a menacing whir. It swung around with lightning speed, grabbing Mako by the shoulders and slamming him into the ground. The impact knocked the wind out of him, and for a moment, the world spun again.
The jaguar leaned in, its glowing eyes narrowing. “You should have stayed out of this, Mako. You’ve already lost.”
But Mako wasn’t done yet. With a sudden surge of energy, he twisted his body and kicked the jaguar in the gut, sending it stumbling back. The momentary distraction gave Mako the chance to scramble to his feet, his eyes blazing with determination.
This is it, he thought. One shot. Make it count.
He reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small device—a sleek, silver ball with a faint blue light pulsing in its core. It was a kinetic disruptor, a last resort, and one of the only tools that could disable the jaguar’s systems temporarily. But it was risky. If he miscalculated, it could fry everything—including himself.
Mako glanced at the wolf, whose grin had shifted into a curious smirk. The wolf knew what Mako was holding, and he knew it was the only chance he had left.
“If you’re going to do it, do it quickly,” the wolf taunted. “I’m sure you don’t want to be around when it all comes crashing down.”
Without another word, Mako hurled the device straight at the jaguar. Time seemed to slow as the silver ball arced through the air, glowing brighter with each passing second. The jaguar’s mechanical limbs whirred in an attempt to block it, but Mako had calculated the angle perfectly.
The device landed with a soft thunk against the jaguar’s chest, and for a split second, everything was still.
Then, with a blinding flash of blue light, the kinetic disruptor activated. The jaguar howled in pain as the energy coursed through its systems, frying its circuits and temporarily locking its movements. Sparks flew from the jaguar’s eyes, its body twitching violently as it tried and failed to move.
Mako didn’t waste any time. He darted forward, his movements swift and precise. He leapt onto the jaguar’s back, his claws sinking into its metallic plating as he tore into the wiring beneath. The jaguar roared in protest, but Mako wasn’t listening.
He could feel it now—the pulsing energy beneath his fingertips, the heartbeat of the machine. He tore through the last of the jaguar’s defenses and, with a final twist, ripped the core from its chest. The beast let out one last, mechanical screech before it collapsed into a heap of metal and sparks.
Mako stood over it, panting heavily, his tail twitching with exhaustion. But he wasn’t done yet.
He turned his gaze to the wolf, who had taken several steps back, a flicker of disbelief crossing his face. The wolf had underestimated Mako. He had thought the cat would fall just like the others. But Mako Grey wasn’t just anyone.
“I told you,” Mako said, his voice low and menacing. “I always handle it.”
The wolf’s amusement faltered, replaced by a quiet calculation. He stepped forward, but Mako raised a paw, signaling him to stop.
“I didn’t come here to kill you,” Mako continued. “But you have answers I need. Answers that, until now, have been out of reach.”
The wolf’s ears flicked back, his eyes narrowing with an almost predatory gleam. “You think you can just ask for them?”
Mako’s eyes hardened. “I don’t ask for answers. I take them.”
Before the wolf could react, Mako darted forward, grabbing him by the wrist and spinning him around. The wolf’s body tensed, but Mako was faster. With a twist of his arm, he pulled a small device from his jacket—a tracker.
“You’ll lead me to who’s really behind this,” Mako growled. “And then… we’ll see if you’re still useful.”
The wolf’s expression darkened, but he didn’t resist. Instead, he smirked. “You’re too confident, Mako. You have no idea what you’re getting into.”
Mako’s tail twitched, his claws digging into the wolf’s wrist. “I’m used to things I don’t understand. And right now, I’m not leaving until I get the full story.”
