Hello i try to make now over one year a small comic with 15-20 Pages and lose now the next Artist.

First Sleeperstar try to make this Comic and break it, because of time.

I get only this unfinished Page and let him my money, to help him

   

  Then i find a new artist, Tosha from vk.

  She want to draw the full Comic and was much faster then Sleeperstar, finish two Pages in 2 Months 

  Her only problem was the background, characters and details.

  A friend of her fix the normal background problems, the characters humans and werewolves look really easy and to simply for me. But the price was not so high and i life with it.

  Now today Tosha, say she dont want to spend any time in the comic and dont want to finish the cover

   

  and her Sketch

  

  she dont want to finish this and i try to get my money back.

  Her background friend want only to work with her!

  Here are now the finish pages from Tosha and backgrounds by her friend

Story behind this Comic, is chapter 7 of my sciencefiction - werwolf story

Akira - The Singarti Hunter  written by me and edit by The_Negative translate by ArkonInu

While Amber collected the weapons of the dead Singarti, Akira and Mike came closer and closer to the factory.

"I can smell the stuff, they have to produce tons of it," said Akira.

"It's just a tiny factory, but we know it was a kind of laboratory, but that's been decades," Mike said.

They crouched down on the hill in front of the factory and Mike held Akira back.

"Watch out, there are a number of watchtowers that shoot automatically, so when the light hits you, the turrets will shoot you. Keep away from the light," Mike explained.

"Thanks, do you have anything else for me?" Akira asked.

"No, unfortunately not, I've only seen the factory from the outside, you've got to find a way in. I wish you good luck Akira, show them that humanity hasn't given up yet. If you can't make it, get out of there. There's nothing reprehensible about wanting to live," Mike said.

Akira put on his coat, and when he tightened his arms, he said, "I'll show it to them."

"Why do you wear this old coat?" Mike asked.

"I have an idea," Akira said, running toward the factory.

'I know exactly how I get in there. They'll be amazed,' he thought.

He observed two watchtowers and stormed toward the fence and cut a large hole with his sword.

As he was on the factory side he watched the surroundings.

Everywhere dozens of humans ran around, their clothes were dirty and torn, and it seemed like they barely slept the last couple of days.

'Where are the guards, no patrols?' He thought.

He crept cautiously, without being seen by humans, to the outside wall and placed an explosive charge there.

Akira waited the countdown behind his cover and counted down in thought.

4 .. 3 .. 2 .. his heartbeat increased 1 .. 0, a loud explosion cracked a hole in the outer wall.

He left the bag in front of the hole and took the Gatling, holding it with his right hand well hidden under the coat.

Then he walked slowly through the gaping masonry to the factory, dust swirled around him, and bits of brick trickled down here and there.

The Singartis seemed to be a little shocked, as some of them still held weapon boxes in their hands, or others simply stared.

A Brown Singarti stared at Akira and began to smile.

Akira took another step forward and broke the neck of a Singarti lying on the floor, then he gave his opponent a quick glance.

"I don't know who or what you are, but now you die!" Shouted the brown Singarti, biting and spitting.

He ran to Akira and jumped to a box that was right in front of Akira.

Akira began to smile at the moment, pulling his sword with his left hand, and hurling it at the Singarti.

The tip pierced the throat of the Singarti.

He covered his throat and fell backwards from the crate.

Only his cramping paws lay on the crate.

A Singarti with Mohawk pointed his finger at Akira, he cried hatefully, "Kill him!"

Whereupon the Singartis tore themselves out of the rigidity and stormed at Akira.

Akira tore his coat from his shoulder with his left hand and, with his right hand, raised the Gatling as he shouted, "Humans, in cover!"

When they threw themselves on the ground, he began to shoot.

He hit some of the Singartis who were almost near him in the head, they shattered.

Others were torn to pieces by the bullets.

The Singartis tried desperately to defend themselves, stormed at him or shot with pistols at him but they missed Akira by far.

The Gatling fell clattering to the ground, powder steam escaped her three browned runs.

Blood droplets gathered on it and ran down the barrels until they fell into the pools of blood.

Red fog filled the room and here and there a cough was heard.

He had killed all Singartis without damaging one of the large tanks.

Suddenly, a siren went off, and Akira turned around and fetched his bag with the other improvised explosives.

As he ran slowly toward the tanks, he smiled inwardly at the sight of the dismembered and dying Singartis.

"Get out fools, everything will be flying in the air here!" He shouted, placing the barnacles under the tanks.

"Five minutes, no more," he thought to himself, as he noticed a large shadow on the scratched lead and copper speckled surface of the tank.

The shadow pulled out, Akira ducked in a reflex, turning around.

A fist almost as big as his head hit just a few inches above him a deep dent in the coat of the tank.

'How can that be, how can reinforcements be so fast?', Akira thought, looking at his new opponent from the bottom up.

In the right leg hung a big syringe filled with Revatim.

Blood dripped in front of Akira, the Singarti grinned at him, grabbed Akira's sword with both hands, pulled it out of his neck, and a surge of blood spilled over his trembling chest and ran down to his body.

Akira saw how the body tissue of the Singartis regenerated, he hated himself for not hitting a bullet in his head when he was lying on the ground.

"You will die for it, you little monstrosity!"

Akira wanted to back away, but he slammed against the tank, the Singarti pulled out with both hands over his head, he stopped and screamed in pain.

A human had rammed a knife into his lower back and pulled it into the pelvis.

The Singarti struck the man aside, who crashed his head against one of the large boxes.

Akira took advantage of the distraction and tore the syringe out of the Singartis' leg. He slammed its head from behind into the right eye of the Singartis.

The Singarti dropped his sword, and cried, "You miserable freak, I'll tear you apart and break you every bone!"

"Oh, yes?" Akira replied, kicking the Singarti, so he fell forward.

Then Akira lifted the fallen sword and cut the head from the shoulders of the struggling and growling Singarti.

The head rolled a few yards away, still hatefully distorted and growling.

His eyes rolled backwards, his face sagging.

Akira's eyes fell on his helper, his blood ran out of his eyes and his nose, Akira felt his pulse, but he could no longer feel a heartbeat.

"Thank you," Akira said, closing the lifeless eyes of the man.

He looked at the display of the explosive set, four minutes, thirty seconds.

"It's time to go," he thought, running to the cracked wall.

But from this came a Singarti who cried: "Here he is!"

More and more Singartis came out of the hole, it seemed to be a patrol that had heard the loud explosion.

"Bring me his head!" One of them shouted, and they rushed toward Akira.

Akira tried to escape above the roof.

When he was standing on a stage under a roof, the Singartis shot at the brackets.

The holding ropes tore and he fell downwards.

Akira pounded through an old rusty corrugated roof in one of the old laboratories.

"Shit, what have I landed on?" He asked himself as he rubbed his buttocks.

He tore the sheets down from the thing, it was a kind of robot.

This was already heavily battered by the falling vehicles, the chassis was already rustling and oil spilled out in many places.

'Shit, how do I get out of here, the factory will soon explode!'

As his thoughts rushed, he suddenly heard a slight beep, hydraulic noises, and the creaking of rusted ball bearings.

The robot straightened, moved his head and stared at Akira.

Akira waved to the robot, "Uh, hi, what's up?"

The robot didn't answer, instead he turned his head toward the gate and walked toward it with dull steps, a loud bang and the doors were blown open.

The Singartis entered the container.

The robot stood in the way of the first Singarti, who tried to get the robot to the side.

"Out of the way, tin bowl," he growled.

But when he pulled out and hit the robot, one could only hear a loud crack.

"Ah, shit," he shouted as he broke his hand.

The robot grabbed the Singarti by the neck and from a cracking loudspeaker a rough and tinged voice sounded: "threat detected, combat logs active."

The Singarti tried to free himself, then the robot rammed his hand through his mouth.

He had so much strength that his hand came out at the Singartis neck and blood splashed on the ground and the surrounding Singartis.

'Wow, what a force,' thought Akira.

While the robot decimated the Singartis, Akira rushed as fast as he could from the factory.

His heart beat faster, he got side strokes and his muscles burned, but he ran on.

In every second the factory could explode.

As he jumped through the hole in the fence, the whole factory exploded.

The pressure wave was so powerful that the watchtowers simply collapsed forward.

Akira was hurled forward and lost consciousness.

He could perceive steps that were getting closer and closer.

'A man, a singarti, or the robot,' he thought.

"Akira, Akira wake up, you did it, wake up," someone grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him.

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"Mike?" Akira asked.

"Yes, it's me, I am so proud of you, mission is successful, I knew you would make it."

Akira, still dizzy, glanced back.

Where the factory used to be, there was a huge sea of flames.

"What is that?" Mike asked, pointing to the flames.

"What do you mean?"

"There is a man standing and poking in the flames."

'A man? No, this is not a man. This is the robot,' thought Akira.

"This is a robot that has just helped me escape," Akira said.

"A robot?" Mike whistled, "looks more like a Mk1 if you ask me."

"There was something shacking in the front, there in the rubble," he pointed again in the flames.

"Wait, that's way too big for a man."

From the rubbles a strongly burned Singarti crawled out, he still seemed to be pinched somewhere.

The Mk1 went up to him, he lifted his metal rod and rammed it through the skull of the singarti.

"Shit, what is that?" Mike asked.

"The new asshole model I would say," said a voice from the hill.

It was Amber who climbed the hill.

"Amber, what are you doing here?", Asked Mike.

"Amber, I'm glad you're here," Akira said.

She hugged Akira.

"You did it," she said, putting her hand on Akira.

She ran her thumb over his hand, he smiled.

"Those of the opposition found me, they took everything and drove me here."

"The opposition is here?" Akira wanted to know.

"Yes, we are," said a voice.

"Dr. Drew, what are you doing here?"

"Mike, be happy, I am just so glad Akira made it, or I'd let her hang for betrayal."

"What do you want here?" Akira asked.

"We thought, that we film this triumph. We don't have the possibility to edit great photo material. All that we film here, will be streamed live. Today a lot of good men will die, so that humans will see that the opposition isn't dead and that there is a chance to defeat these aliens. They are not immortal," said Dr. Drew.

"Will Akira be interviewed too?" Amber asked curiously.

"Of course not, we will not write this triumph to the account of a hybrid."

"Thick-head," she said.

"It is okay, amber," Akira replied.

"We are just switching live to a Singarti-controlled Revatim factory, which has destroyed by our soldiers, and all the humans could be released," reported a soldier.

"Not all humans," Akira said softly, thinking of the man who was killed by the Singarti in the factory.