Lucas looked up at Saul still in his nervous state of mind. When Saul revealed about the dangerous NightHawks he felt a cold shiver pass threw him. Running his hand up and down his skin causing thin sratch marks alonghis arms leving the slightest trace of blood. He hardly noticed he did it quite often only when he felt uncomfortable or uneasy about something. Rubbing his eyes slowly he breathed out.

Veronica winced at the sudden whine of the alarm and the subsequent command in her earpiece. "Alright, fine! Be right there, Boss!" she responded, shouting over her victim's screams. She couldn't for the life of her figure out why he wanted all the cells opened, but she reluctantly obeyed.

Unstrapping her victim and throwing him off the surgery table, she walked out of the room, leaving the door, and the patient's abdominal cavity, open. It didn't really matter that she'd released him--he wouldn't get far. On her way to meet the commander, she opened all the cells she passed, reporting to the command center in record time.

"You wanted to see us, Sir?"

Commander reichmann stood before his team of hawks with a look that suggested both anger and fear coursing through the man that was usually associated with feeling nothing and killing without mercy. But now they could see that he was human, and not some demon of war, he had emotion. Even if what little he had was only fear and hate.
"Right now you're all wondering why you're here. I know... Well it's time I tell you." as he spoke a slim man with long, black hair and large glasses over pale skin masked with an insane smirk came in wearing some sort of lab coat stained with spots of blood, "Everyone, meet Viktor Avansche. Our leading viral weapons engineer. He's been working on something new... and now we're testing it."
"I call it XX-44. It's a drug, used to harness all the strength, speed and senses of the lycans. Giving us an even greater advantage. I've been doing some tests with something ... else as well. I've been trying to create a chemical restraint for our enemies, we all know how resistant they are to tranqs. Then I decided to try and create a substance that could let us control them! Pit them against themselves. Unfortuneatly... it has some side affects. They've changed completely. ... You should go find them. and kill them. Oh yes, and these ones are very different. If they bite you, you'll change. From then you have orders to kill your own team members if infected." Viktor smirked, "oh yes.. you.. you're little lab experiment... It's healed. and run."

"Do you mean to tell us," asked Veronica, "that those...monstrosities...we just released are infectious?"

She didn't stick around for the answer, just slipped out into the hall to collect herself, thinking hateful thoughts about the commander. How can he do this to us, putting our lives in danger like this? she wondered. Maybe Mom and Dad were wrong...maybe Jessica was right, and I should have left the Nighthawks...

Thinking of Jessica made Veronica's very soul ache with pain. "No," she told herself. "No, no, no!" She rammed her shoulder against the wall, hard, letting the pain of the blow drown out her deeper, emotional pain, dulling the blades of the mutinous thoughts that had started to brew in her mind. If the commander wanted her to hunt down the lycans, that's what she would do.

But what if I get infected?

THWACK. She threw herself into the wall again, locking her other self back up. Don't ask questions, she told the little voice, her conscience. If she was infected, then another Nighthawk would shoot her. She deserved death anyway, just like every other miserable human being. After giving herself a few more whacks to scatter her thoughts and clear her confusion, she headed to the weapons room to collect some tools.

She ignored the fancier weapons she usually enjoyed using, like the harpoon, the blade-tipped whip, the pear of anguish. It was safer to go with something that could kill quickly. She took the Soviet carbine as her primary weapon, a revolver as her secondary, and shoved a few knives into her belt--blades didn't need reloading.

Alright, then. Now I'm ready to die. Ready to kill.

Ready to run, 'cause here they come, in three...two...

She stepped over the threshold and into the woods, her hand gripping her gun, and went out in search of those goddamned monstrosities.

*huff *huff *huff “Haaaa!” *Thump “Just about reached my limit for today.” Chris muttered to himself wiping the sweat from his brow. He had been out for most day practicing and training on a tree he lightly padded. Chris looked up in the sky and saw that it was just past noon. “Time for a break and a snack.” he thought as he walked over to his backpack and unzipped it pulling out a pack of blood. “Yum, lunch.” He sat under one of the larger trees in the forest ripping one of the edge off of the pack and began to drink it. “Never does taste the same as a fresh kill, but it will have to do.” He quickly drank all the blood from the pouch and returned it back to the backpack so it wouldn't be seen. “Much better. Let's see how much longer I can last before turning.” He thought as he walked back up to the padded tree.

*Raaa! *thump....

thump, thump, thump, a horse-like thunderous rumble and then it pounced above Chris.
It was a werewolf alright, it's fur was black and on it's chest a grey X. It's eyes were blood red which soon caught Chris' face. It reached and grabbed the tree, spun and landed before him. It roared and snarled, drooling buckets in hunger and thirst. It looked the exact opposite of starved. It was larger than most werewolves and seemed entirely built of muscle. It swiped, but missed as it hear a strange rumble, and rustle. It looked frightened. It shot Chris a look that seemed to mean 'i'm not done with you,' then it turned and jumped into the forest, disappearing.o

A tall, muscular man was standing next to chris in only baggy cameo pants. The kind the army always wore. He was mostly covered in dirty and scrapes. His blonde hair was messy but he didn't seem to care. He turned and looked to Chris:
"He's cursed. Be wary of them, Young Lycan... He said coarsly before stomping forward, "By the way... Name's Franklin. I'll be seein' ya." He smirked and walked off.

Lucas looked around again breathing shakily. Standing up quickly he walked over to the bathroom opening the door he rested his head on the cold wood. Walking over to the sink he sighed deeply cupping his hands he filled his hands with cold water splashing it on his face cooling him down. Graoning to himself he rested his back against the wall "Why is this happening to me?" He said to himself looking at his hands that were shaking. Clenhcing them into fist he lunged out his fist into the mirror opposite him. Cuasing it to smash into small pieces, crying out loudly he clutched his hand tightly as blood seeped through his fingers dripping onto small droplets on the white tiled floor. Opening the bathroom door he stepped out slowly the door clossing behind him. Breathing hoarsely he still held his hand tightly blood still leaking through his fingers yet he did not notice he just stood there.

Adam looked at Saul, giving him a questioning eye. "What if, they corner you, and you have no where to run to without either being captured or killed?" he asked, "do we try and fight then?" He truely wondered the strength of the Nighthawks, and only assumed the worse. He could only imagine what they do to the lycans they have captured. He heard a crashing noise shortly after Lucas left the room and stood up, looking for him.

Sayo listened in silence to the plans the boss had. He fancied having the strength of the werewolf along with their powers.Keeping his calm cool attitude he walked through the halls all ready prepared for his hunt. Their was one wolf he was after and that was Heaven, he knew they had yet to get a chance to infect her so she was still good for experiments.The boss would be more happy to here he was bring uninfected wolves back instead of just killing the ones they already had and that are no good to them now. Sayo smiled as he watched Veronica from behind, he admired how she didn't ask questions or looked worried like the rest.

He walked up behind her and said,"Shall we?" He gave her a half smile.


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Heaven looked at Ali and sighed, then she grabbed one of his arms and slung him across her back and started to run again hearing the alarms ringing a few miles back.She was surprised a human like Melody could keep up, the weight of Ali didn't bother Heaven but it was all thanks to that steak. Heaven made a mental note to eat first chance she gets once they get into town.

Lucas looked over as footsteps approached where he was. Looking down at his hands which were covered in blood he gasped quietly clutching his hand again he ran back into the bathroom grabbing a mound full of paper half of the falling on the floor. The bathroom was a completey mess water and blood was all over the floor papaer towels strewn everywhere. Wipping his hand with the paper towels he held in his hand made them look worse. but it slowed down the bleeding.

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Ali groaned as he was picked up again as the next thing he knew he was moving. Feeling his eyes start to close slowly everything went grey and then black.

Saul twitched. He looked outside and saw the sky was getting darker. The day finalling dying.

"Kids. If you don't wanna have to spend the rest of tomorrow cleaning up my shop I suggest we move." He said, standing and walking next to the door, keeping an eye out to the dark navy sky. "I'll teach you how to defend yourselves. And how to control your werewolf state. But if we're gonna do that, we have to move, and now. I know a forest we can go to. No one will bother us there.. Tell mr. bloody that if he has a blood pack that'll heal up.." Saul opened the door and stood outside, to wait. It was colder now, much colder. The air was like frost in your lungs.

Jericho stood up smirking, before opening his mouth, "Well I do declah, I believe this man is asking us to follow him into a strange forest, and look at me, I've had no time to preare," He said, taking on the tone of a southeren belle, before getting up, following Saul out , "Don't worry about me, Old man," Jericho said with a smirk ", I know more than enough to defend myself from the Night Hawks, I've met them enough times to have a few tricks ready when they appear."

Dim stood up and walked after Saul, following him out of the door. He inhaled the cold air, it filling his lungs. He exhaled a foggy breath and smiled. "A nice night to do this" he said, turning his head to Saul. He listened to Jericho talk about how he had fought Nighthawks and smirked. "Good, then you can help Saul be a teacher" he said, chuckling a little. He looked at the night sky and almost forgot about school, family, and friends. Oh well, I'll find my back to them if I survive these next few days, Gene thought.

Lucas smiled as Saul spoke and he was given another bag on blood finishing it quikly he rinsed his hands again and sure enough the small cuts on Luca's hands started to dissapear. Walking back into the main room and up to Saul who was standing waiting at the door.

Saul turned right and looked down the dark road that went out of the town in through the middle of a forest known as Greenlake woods.
"We go up the road and then into Greenlake. As we head through we'll eventually reach a clearing. It was there that I first..." He stopped, drifitng into his own mind again. Images of Vayne chaining him to the tree, the pain of his first change, the thrill of running free and jumping high. That first taste of blood...
He shook his head and began walking with a confident smile on his usually bored face.

Melody sighed when they were finally in town. They were right next to a mall and she looked at Heavan, "You okay?" She was pretty sure that it had to be a litle rough for Heavan carrying that male Lycan on her back.

Heaven sighed and set the Lycan down," Yeah, but i don't think he is. We should leave him, he is too weak and he will only slow us down." Heaven stood up straitening her back as she looked at the mall," And I think that if we go in I will attract a lot of attention." She looked down at her clothes and the dried blood on her skin.

Chris stepped back as the werewolf pounce ready to turn when there eyes met and Chris hesitated “Those eyes look just like ...” before he could finish his thought the Lycan attacked,but stop short and escape as if something frightened it. Then out of the bushes behind him a man appeared "He's cursed. Be wary of them, Young Lycan... He said coarsely before stomping forward, "By the way... Name's Franklin. I'll be seein' ya." He smirked and walked off. “So my suspicion was right that lycan was cursed.” he thought to himself as he went to pick up his backpack and walk back towards town.

“It's been so long since I saw a curse one...” he muttered to himself as he neared town “and that guy Franklin knew I was a Lycan that was a little weird.” Chris entered town and headed back home as night crept up. He passed the local mall and something caught his eye 2 women were standing over a guy who looked injured Chris walked towards them to offer a helping hand, but as he walked closer he began to smell something familiar. “Do you three need some help?” Chris asked.