♫ Blood On My Name ♫
Russell gave Phoebe an affirmative nod at her conditions. Though he wasn't gonna wait around sitting on his thumbs once he found them. Russell looked towards the road, where the girls scent led to. 'Just hang on. I won't let anything happen to you.' Russell proclaimed in his mind as he glared at the direction they went, with determination almost burning in his eyes. When Peter joined him, and began speaking to him Russell just stared at him up and down. "Don't sell me short. I got one advantage on them, surprise. They left their boys back there to take care of us. So we got a finite amount of time before they realized that." He stated.
"And we're wolves Peter, that means we're never alone." He added. "If you want to help me, then fine. I won't turn you away. But you follow my lead." He said as he stared Peter down. "This isn't my first time dealing with holier-than-thou human supremacist paramilitary wannabes like these assholes." He stated as he tucked some of his hair behind his ear, showing off his facial scar to Peter. "And I'm gonna find them, and RIP THOSE BASTARDS TO SHREDS."
Russell then looked around at the vehicles surrounding them, he needed some wheels. Russell went over to a dead body of one of the men that attacked them. He searched the body, patting his hands up and down it. He stopped the moment he found what he was looking for, a pocket knife. He grabbed the knife, along with a couple extra shotgun rounds, and made his way towards a nearby parked truck, picking up a shotgun off the ground along the way. Once he got to the truck he bashed the window out with the butt of the shotgun. He unlocked the door, and brushed away the broken glass in the driver's seat.
Russell got in, and unlocked the passenger's side door for Peter. Russell opened up the pocket knife, and placed it in the ignition. After lining it up Russell used his enhanced strength to violently jam the knife into the keyhole, and then turning it to start the truck up. Once the car was started up Russell sat there for a moment staring at the steering wheel. His body was shaking from anger and frustration from not being able to save Eve, and Charlie. "Te voi salva. Trebuie să." He softly muttered to himself before he drove off towards the scent.
For roughly twenty minutes Russell sat there in complete silence, focusing on driving, and following the scent, barely registering Peter even being there. "I don't get it. Why would hunters take two females that have yet to shift? Unless they're looking for the pack. But even then there was a lot of wolves in that bar, they'd have no reason to believe that wasn't our pack to begin with." He finally spoke. "If they were wolves then it would make since. They'd want the two for their pack. Since they haven't shifted yet, they haven't officially established an alpha. Makes them much easier to mold."
"I've heard stories about rogues doping up captured females to get them under control." Russell then tightly gripped the steering wheel at the thought of what they could be doing to the girls. "Not to mention psychological damage that could be used to change a person. A person's mind is much more fragile than we like to think." He explained. He then increased the truck's acceleration, going well over the speed limit. He couldn't let this happen to them. He knows all too well what this sort of thing can do to a person.
"But those hunters were humans weren't they? I didn't sense any werewolves." He added. Russell was clearly shaken by the whole ordeal. The blood, the smoke, the gunshots, and the screams were all too familiar to him. "What the hell do they want with them?" The more he thought about it, the more pissed off he got. "Dammit, I should have been faster. If I was faster I could have stopped the van. This is all my fault." He groaned in frustration. Russell then let out a relaxing sigh. "Sorry...it's just this pack....my pack....they aren't my first pack. I was in a rough place before I met them, and they still took me in. I owe them too much to let this happen."
The rest of the ride Russell remained silent, quietly contemplating what those men could possibly want with the girls. The drive seemed like it lasted an eternity. And for Russell it really felt like it. He couldn't stop thinking about how much time they've been with those monsters, and the possible horrors that's being inflicted on. And his wolf has a vivid imagination about worse case scenarios. He shook his head, he had to focus on rescuing them. No matter what he has to do.
After sometime they came down a very bumpy, and winding road, and Russell stopped the truck, pulling it over on the side of the road. "We're close, real close. We go the rest of the way of foot." He stated as he got out of the truck, and grabbed the shotgun he picked up. "Listen, Peter, you don't owe us anything. I won't think any less of you if you want to stay back here." Russell stated to him. He might not know the young man, he still doesn't want to see him get hurt over something that he's not involved in, though he doubted that he'd listen to him.
Russell quietly sneaked his way through the forest, and towards the increasingly strong scent of the girls, and the van that took them. He could smell it's exhaust. After some intense sneaking through the forest they finally came upon where the girls were being held, a militia-style compound, complete with fences, and guards patrolling the perimeter. Keeping hidden in the forest, Russell pulled out his phone, and checked his location. Once he got his coordinates he sent them to Phoebe's phone.
Russell stared out at the compound, closing his eyes, and focusing on his senses of smell, and hearing. He listened closely to the sounds that people make. Footsteps, breathing, and even heartbeats if they were close enough. He focused his nose in on the girl's scent, particularly Eve's since she always had a strong scent to begin with. 'THEY'RE GOING TO DIE UNLESS YOU DO SOMETHING! THE PACK IS TOO FAR OUT, BY THE TIME THEY GET HERE IT'LL BE TOO LATE! AND ALL YOUR FAULT! THEY'LL DIE BLOODY, AND BROKEN JUST LIKE THE OTHERS! AND JUST LIKE THEM IT'LL BE BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO WEAK! BUT IF YOU LET ME OUT, I CAN GET TO THEM.'
Russell growled lowly to himself as he continued to think about it. His eyes began to turn a burning yellow once more, with his fingernails beginning to turn into claws, and teeth began to change into fangs. Russell then let out a sigh. [color=#872600]"Uniți în ceartă, împreună în pace. United in strife, together in peace." Russell softly repeated to himself to calm himself down. Once his body parts returned to normal he let out another sigh. He looked down at his phone, and let out another sigh.
He was right. They didn't have the luxury of time. He had to do something.
[To: Phoebe]
[I can't wait for you. They can't wait for you. I can slip in unseen alone, and get to them. You guys need to get here ASAP. It's our best option.]
Once the message was sent he proceeded to turn his phone off, so as to avoid any phone calls from them telling him not to. "We've got one advantage. Numbers. The two of us can slip by them without detection. Once we're inside we need to rely on our sense of hearing, and smell. If you focus hard enough you can practically distinguish them from their heartbeats. Our senses are going to keep us alive in there. You need to trust your instincts." He stated as he looked over at Peter. "Like I said before this isn't your fight, you can walk away right now. I won't hold it against you."
♫ Evil Ways ♫
Contrary to their beliefs, the mysterious rogue captive was in fact awake, he had been for sometime. He was merely playing opossum. He was surprised that even worked at all. He listened with his eyes closed, faking being out. He took note of the heartbeats, the scents, and the names that were spoken. Once the Alpha had left, and the elderly gentlemen that accompanied him had took his place. Calvin was what they called him. Once Calvin was there the Rogue's torso shot up from the ground, him sitting up, and staring at Calvin, all with an unsettling grin plastered across his face. He took a big whiff of the air, and let out a satisfied sigh. "Smells down right homey in here!" He smirked, followed by a chuckle.
Calvin watched him carefully as he got up, and gripped the bars of his cell. Staring directly at Calvin. "Oh you caught me! I was faking being asleep the whole time. Give me some credit old man. Pain and I have come to terms a long time ago. One little geriatric punch wasn't going to keep me down." He stated with a smug grin. "Yeah you keep smiling you bastard, in about five minutes you won't have any teeth left to smile with!" Calvin growled as he turned around to go get Jason. "Aw Cal leaving so soon? I can call you Cal right?" Calvin stopped at the foot of the steps.
Before Calvin could respond footsteps could be heard coming towards them as Jason returned. "Well, rain check on that Cal." The man smirked. Once Jason was close enough the man let out a laugh. "Ah Mr. Sutton. Come down for a friendly chat? I gotta say, this is a nice play room. Tell me, you take the wifey down here to have some fun? Or are you more interested in the younger gals?" He snickered. "Do you know the difference between a wolf and a jackal Mr. Sutton? You see wolves are weak alone. They need a pack for strength. Jackals on the other hand work best alone. Jackals are able to survive in some of the most barren conditions. You know why? Because they're survivors. That is their strength."
"Now, let's talk about people. You know who are the most dangerous people? They're the damaged ones. Because they're the survivors." He continued. "Tell me Mr. Sutton, have you ever been through a crucible? At some point, either now or later everyone goes through something so traumatic that it either kills them, or changes them to who they are meant to be." He explained. He then ran his hand down his burnt face. "Oh I've went through my crucible. More so than you'll ever know, and you know what happened? I became something so much more. Makes me wonder what will happen to those two little weak girls. Your people should really learn to quiet down, I can hear the whispers from here."
"Oh how much I wish I was there right now. I wonder what's happening to them? Tell me do you know? Some sort of Alpha connection to his wayward pups? Tell me do you feel every cut they are getting while you're here with me?!" He shouted as he shook the bars to the cell. "Tell me what's happening to them?! Can you feel it?! They're probably being raped out of their minds while their Alpha is here!" He howled. "You see Mr. Sutton, you're the wolf, and I'm the JACKAL! You can burn me, break my bones, cut me to pieces but you won't kill me! You know why? Because you will NEVER forget my face, my voice! Even if you get your pups back, they will still have gone through unspeakable horrors! And every time you look into their eyes you will never forget it! And you will ALWAYS remember my face, my words! You see Mr. Sutton, even if you kill my body, I will always be with you now. That nagging voice in the back of your head reminding you that....You....Couldn't.....Protect.....Them."
"But you know what Mr. Sutton, like I said before, I'm a Jackal. I'm a survivor. And I also am your best chance at getting your pups back." He stated with a sly grin. "You see, I might not hold all the cards, but well....someone once told me to 'Focus on what I can control, and everything else will fall into place'. So I'm gonna do that. I'll walk you right up to the damn gate, and you can get your pups, and then you let me go. Two for one? Not half bad if I do say so myself. Oh! Where are my manners? You can call me Jack. Fitting ain't it?"