Ruthless

OOC Thread

20 Years in the Future...

New Orleans, Present Day

A girl wondered down the cold dark street of New Your City. She had gone through much in her short time of life. Her long black hair adorned her face that was barely visible. Grey lifeless eyes were illuminated by the watery  color of the moon that placed its self high above her. The dim street lights hardly lit the cold stoned path that laid before her. She was cold and hunger but was she not always? Hungry for something more than life could ever give her…….a home. She had a team though she chose not to be with them. She had a family who chose not to be with her. She once had a hope but that single hope in life had drifted as far as she had from home. A few weeks back she had been kicked out of her home by no one else than her eldest brother Daken who ruthlessly threw her out. But she knew why every one did she was a danger a….loose cannon as Akwa’s alter persona put it. She could not be trusted and she did not know why any one especially the Wolf Pack not to mention Hunter dealt with this broken girl.

Few Weeks Ago.

Talon sat in her room. Sunlight filled it through the window in the back. Her body was placed on her soft bed as she stared out of the window. It had been a while she was not sure if he had survived but some how his healing factor was much better than any one suspected. Only a few days back Talon or better know as X23 had attacked Logan and attempted to kill him. Gladly she did not and the moment Talon regained control she soon found him lying unconscious sand badly burned. Once getting him to beast she soon discovered that he was in a coma. This devastated her the most out of every one beside she was responsible for all of it him the death she could not understand why no one else thought she was responsible.  “Knock, Knock” her gaze was soon broken as she looked toward the door and said in a almost faint tone “Enter”.

Entering the room her room mate Sooraya came and sat beside her. She looked at her friend she had always worn that veil over her face. Talon had researched a lot about who she was and her beliefs. It was a strange thing for her. Talon was not the religious type if had to be chose she would be thought of as an atheist but she was not…she was a girl long lost and wanted desperately to be found.  “How are you my friend?” her voice ringing soft and peacefully. Talon looked at her friend Sooraya soon noticed that the emerald color had faded and been replaced with gray. “I…..I…am antique” Laura answered weakly. Sooraya sensing her friends pain placed her hand on her shoulder and spoke “What has happened to you my friend? You have changed greatly over these few weeks though I can not see why.” Though she new why she continued “It was not your fault but you must stop be blaming yourself for every thing.”

Talon had not really heard her she was to busy in her own twisted thing of hers called a mind. “It was me all of it I must die I will for my deeds. There is nothing left what is left is hate pain and I will fulfill my call” What Talon was think was going back to how she was. Every since X23 separated from her she felt like she was missing something. “I need to check on his” she said getting to her feet and walking toward the door. Logan had been on coma for three weeks! Three Weeks! She entered the infirmary and….

Present

Talon shook her head desperately trying to remember something any thing. But she did not want to and continued to walk down the dreary street. Looking up at the full moon she could feel her feral urges over powering her but truthfully she wanted them to. At least being an animal meant that she did not have to remember any thing. So with that she jetted into the woods next to her each step growing more and more animalistic. It was very seldom that she wanted to do this. Most of the time she would try not to become the animal but what did she have left to do keep walking down an empty street? The limbs and branches scratched up her arms and face. Blood dripped from the wounds like water. But she did not care she was to much in her thought in her anger.

She was angry about every thing about every one. She hated him….always would ! There was nothing he cold say to her he threw here out but was he right. She was a danger to herself and others and when thinking about it she could not really figure any thing out. Every one she had met that were her friend they..they still were. But she could not forget the very first friend The Hunter.  When she first met him she almost mistook him for Logan but he was very different. Him and his Wolf Pack accepted her in ways that no one ever had and she was grateful for that. But of recent she had not show it.She had left the Pack only to be alone only to find that she was no longer welcome back at her own home. That hurt her the most. She had always wanted a father and was rejected once more. Different reality same mad.

But Not Hunter. Never in all her travels to different places had she met a man so mysterious as him. But she could not understand why? Why he kept her and what for? She sure that there were many other members that could do what she did and even better but he let her stay. Even when she went against orders so many times on the first mission. She had disobeyed him left Sector 13 with out permission. She was a loose cannon now that she thought about it and it was strange.  Letting these thoughts go her eyes turned bright Yellow and Feral. With her new scenes of awareness she soon felt something was wrong.

Quickly she stopped dead and sniffed the air. It was cold she could smell blood some one blood. It seemed familiar but Talon was unable to discern it for she was in a more feral stage that even if her brother was to stand in front of her she’d think him an enemy. But as it is said curiosity came over her and she ran with all speed toward what ever was giving off that scent. Her black hair blew wildly in the cold gale that was upon her. She could feel she was getting closer and so slowed her face. She slowly got to her feet listened a moment “Lone Wolf Alpha to Wolf's Den..... help me......" some one was talking but still she could not make it out her feral scenes had the better of her.

Looking onward she could see the figure of a man. He appeared to be wounded for the smell of blood was upon him. Slowly she crept toward him her yellow eyes remaining locked on him. Smelling his scent once more she new she knew him! Not long after she emerged from the shadow. From her appearance she looked like she had been in this forest for weeks truthfully she could have been. Her wild and vicious eyes glared at him. Her breathes were deep and cut short from all the running. She was on all fours crouched there just staring at him growling slightly.

And at that moment she would have killed him. She hated admitting it but she would. Her claws were unleashed her mind was that of an animal. And she would have killed him…….but she did not. Soon her mind came back to her and she realized was she was going to do. Retracting her claws she looked at Hunter a moment assessing the damage that had been caused. She knew that  a normal bullet would not have been able to harm him meaning “Silver” she whispered to herself. Slowly she approached him fear swiftly over took her as she could see she was loosing him. She was not doctor she had no idea how to deal with a Lycan that had been shot she was scared.

Moving her hand over Hunters wound she could see that the bullet had buried deep in his skin. After touching the wound slightly she gathered up the strength and spoke. “Ok Hunter don’t know if you can hear me but ok, a while back I was kind of in the same situation wounded with a bullet that was poisoned. Now I’m think that I….I um need to remover the bullet…..” She began to sweat and wiped her brow. “So I’m…um going to…. Stab you” it was not specific but that bulled needed to get out and now! “SNIKET” she unleashed her claws. But in this instant it caused her much more pain that normal.

Then she shut her eyes and slowly paused a moment. Hunter was sweating she had never soon him like this and never wanted to! The moon was at the right position so that the light was enough for her to see. Then with out warning she slowly inserted her claws into Hunters chest the same where the wound was. She knew where the vital organs and areas were so she made very sure that she did not cause more damage. Her claws then came in contact with the bullet. Tilting her claws slightly she moved the bullet so that it would come out of his skin. She paused a moment to regain her breath and sighed “Please” she whispered. Then in a quick act she pulled out the bullet with her hand. She felt like she was going to be sick from the blood on her claws. She felt like fainting but knew that now was not the time.
 
Looking over at Hunter who she was not even sure if her was conscious looked at the wound. It was very slowly healing but not fast enough for her. Unleashing her claws she sliced her veins by hr arm. Blood flowed out of it and at the wound. She had done this once and hoped that it would work. Her blood and his compatible he had lots a great amount of blood and he needed to regain it. Tears came to her eyes as she whispered her teeth clenched “I don’t care what I have to do, I’m going to make you live I’ll die for you Hunter! I…I care for y…you and I…..I won’t loose you”.

The year is 2029, the worlds has gone through several wars which some of us call “Armageddons” Human and metahuman alike have been overwhelmed by a force that after the Meta community rose no one thought would ever become such a threat. While the humankind were fixated on the metahuman community, a far more chaotic evil was been build right under their noses. Machines, robots, androids…Or how those who fought against them came to call them.. Terminators. They were forged in the depths of hell. Some were build with the metal that many came to call “the metal of the gods” Adamantium, making them indestructible. Resistance after resistance they fought until no one was left to challenge them. Meta and humankind ended up been slaves or dead until finally the machine made it official. They rule the freaking world and only those who accepted their terms could live a decent life… Which was to work until peril.

My name is John Connor… Oh wait that’s someone else..

Lair of the resistance.

 “Oh, please. Does it even work ?”

The days that have passed since the disassembling of Veritas Inc. have been like four seasons of loneliness for the former leader. Each day he would look toward the rubble of what was once a majestic tower, a "Castle" and asked himself only one question. Why? Moments would pass and he would answer his own question the same way each time but he never felt the same about the answer. Some days he felt relief, others sorrow but mostly anger. His anger came from all over, Veritas's job was not done, the villains were still at large and something big was coming, something big was always coming. Still it mattered not,  right now the only truth was that  he stood alone. For a long time he identified himself as the leader of a team and seemed to have lost edge at least that is what he thought to himself, sure he could have both, he could find a balance between the two but right now he was alone and the Hero of Heroes he would be once more.

Sitting atop the edge of  building that overlooked the remains of the Castle the cool brisk wind of a Florida afternoon chased alone the side of his face. With sigh he stood  up tall turning his head slightly. After taking one last look he took a step forward and let gravity take him towards the ground. While he fell he extended his arms outward slowing him by only half a second which bought him the time he needed to let his natural ability take over.  By controlling the ambient electricity around him Kurrent slowed his body down before the point of impact at the last second. Right in front of him was the last zoom tube the only on that made the destruction of the tower. Quickly he jumped in and began his patrol tuning into a satellite that was hidden in space.

The Zoom Tube had the capability travel at great speeds and distances in a matter of minutes. In no time he found himself in Texas.  The satellite transmissions went on about a battle that went on in New Orleans but Kurrent didn't feel his presence was needed there. He continued on when he suddenly saw a large man running next to him. "WHAT THE FU@K" he thought then suddenly the man running next to him slammed the side of the Tube with his fist and sent it in whirlwind that was only stopped by a light post.  The Electric One slowy got out of the vehicle and after dusting himself off he faced the man. As he looked him over he noticed the skin pulled off of the arm he used to wreck him and saw exposed metal.

"A robot........your scarps" said Kurrent in a confident yet low tone. He extended his arm out towards the man and began focus his electrokenisis at him. his goal was to rip him apart from the inside out. As Kurrent focused harder he noticed that it was have no effect on his mechanical opponent. "What the hell" he said as he body began to weaken and his noce began to bleed. The Hero was shocked he had taken a garbage truck about with his electrokenisis but was not putting a dent on this thing in front of him. He continued to try until the pressure brought him to one knee and still nothing.Then like a bat out of hell the man began to run towards him with his eyes glowing an evil scarlet shine.

The downed hero looked up as he tried to catch his breath and said knowing that nothing good was about to come from this day "Damn"

Ever since the conclusion to Veritas Disassembled, Closure has not felt the same.  He called their headquarter "home" and his teammates "family".  Driving across Fifth Avenue, Closure hasn't spoken to anyone.  A single drops from his face, as he has memories of his past.  Bleeding and near death, a deadly fight against his trusted friend...The Wondering Spider.  Yet, like any other event a lesson was learned.  Closure is no longer a boy without his father, but a man trying to live his life.  Gusts of wind hit his face like a speeding bullet piercing it's target.  All the connections he had with former friends are now disconnected.  Closure in a way is still a loner.  Although, he is a member of the newly reformed Zero Squad nothing is the same.  Closing his eyes, the new generation of the super-human community stopped the car.  He begins to inhale and exhale rapidly. 

Flashbacks of the magnificent "Castle".  Using the latest in technology, letting the team use weapons made by Funez Industries, and having a wonderful time as a renegade from the government.  Except, everything came crashing down.  The "Castle" no longer exists, and is now history.  With the fall of Veritas, a conspiracy theory as been all across the media.  Believing that Jonathan II personally took part of the experimentation in Mechabiocon lab.  In which, many mutants and humans were tested with repulsive outcomes.  Closure returns to the present and looks at the road ahead.  He can see a sexy woman walking down the road as if she were model.  "Tyra Banks?"  The woman gets closer to the car and with one single punch, smashes the engine.  "Oh honey, men of this time period and of the future are of the same attitude."

Closure's head collides with the concrete floor.  "What the hell lady, do I even know you?"  The woman is seen licking her lips, and cracking her neck.  "Listen to me Funez, I am here to kill you because in the future your stupid company created weapons.  In order, for the heroes to use against my kind.  So, in order to stop that from happening.  I have traveled back in a time as a lovely woman, to distract and terminate you."  Angered, Closure gets up and using the super-strength granted from his mutant capabilities, punches the woman in the jaw.  "Sugar Honey Ice Tea, that hurt!!"  Astonished, Closure does not know what to do next.  On the other hand, the woman brings her arm back and releases it.  The punch directs itself to Closure's chest, and the young man loses his breath.  The woman is excited and enlightened at the damage she is creating.

Failing to prepare, is preparing to fail ~ Unknown

Out of pure instinct, Closure attempts to stab the woman with his adamantium dagger.  "Oh, hold up sweetly. "  In the blink of an eye, the woman catches the dagger and makes a 180 degree kick.  Bleeding from his mouth, Closure begins to cough repetitiously.  The woman laughs up a storm.  "It is time to be terminated by Qui Qui IV."  A hole of light rips through reality, as another woman steps into the year 2009.  Some features from this woman resembles that of Closure.  "Who are you?"  The woman looks intrigued by Closure's confusion.  She raises a large gun and aims it at Qui Qui IV.  Inscribed on the gun is Funez Industries.  "I have come to rescue you father."  A beam of what seems to be liquidated metal hits Qui Qui IV.  The robotic woman falls to the ground...seemingly dead.  "My name is not for you to know but you may call me Money, because I gotz tons of it daddy o'."  She places her hand upon her fathers and picks him up.  "How did you pick me up and what the hell is going on and I do not have a child."  The girl smiles at her foolish father.  "To begin you do not have a daughter because l am from the future, two I picked you up due to my genetic structure of mutation, and three robotic terminators have traveled back to the past in order to terminate those who are dangerous to their well being, and I can only be here for two more hours so I will keep you alive as long as I can, because without you there is no weapons to destroy these monsters and most of all no more me and you."  "Now follow me father, we must return to Funez Tower."  She grabs her father by the hand and fly's into the sky.  "The way I got here was as easy as listening to moms ninjeti stories, in the future my mission has been recon mission where I gather tons of information from these terminator's headquarters, once I found out that Qui Qui IV was coming after you.  I had to capitalize and follow her to this time period."

Qui Qui IV's eyes glow red, as her organic flesh melts off.  "Come here humans, because you need to die!!!"  The Class C Unit terminator locked onto her targets.  The objective was simple terminate Jonathan Funez II and now his daughter as well.  The woman runs at 60 mph and jumps.  She grabs a hold of Closure and drags him to the floor below.  "Help me!!"  Once the two hit the ground something out of the ordinary occurs.  Two machine guns emerge from Qui Qui IV's arms.  Aiming at the head of Closure, she speaks.  "This will be nice and quick you bastard."  From the sky above Money comes down like an asteroid ready to shoot the robotic woman in the head.  "Oh darling, you will die first!!!"  15 bullets are shot at Money, and the young woman from the future falls like a bird hit by a rock.  Money begins to crawl in search of the fallen adamantium dagger lying where Qui Qui IV originally and apparently died.  "Father I will help you!!"

Lair of the resistance.

It was nighttime for New York. Of course, New York is known as the city that never sleeps. Lights were still on, cars were going by. Not much had really changed when the sun went down. Akwa's apartment block is located in downtown New York. The door to his apartment is locked.

Inside his apartment, the first thing someone would see was the giant souped-up UV light attached to the ceiling. The next thing that you would see would be...Well, you wouldn't see much at all after that. The amount of Ultra-Violet radiation in the room was enough to kill any normal person who spent more than five seconds in the room.

Lying directly underneath the light was Akwa, wearing very little. Akwa was trying to get a tan. Akwa's skin was quite pale and he had had enough of it. A nice tan was what he needed. Unfortunately, his regeneration powers kept him from tanning. Any time he was hit by UV radiation, it was healed up moments after. A mist of steam was in the room as the water Akwa was always covered in turned to steam. And was then replaced by more water that exuded from his pores.

He sighed. Even UV radiation at this high a level didn't tan him. If he turned it up any higher, it would be blistering the flesh from his bones. Not pleasant. He got up and walked over to light controls. He looked at them for a moment before smashing them and the light in a temper tantrum.

His regeneration sucked some times. He couldn't even get a haircut since even his hair grew back within moments. He finished his little tantrum and looked around at the smashed remains. This would need to be cleaned up. He was bored. As bored as bored as bored as bored as could be. He needed something to do. He was beginning to contemplate randomly kidnapping people when he heard a noise from his communicator.

"Lone Wolf Alpha to Wolf's Den..... help me......"

That was Hunter! And he was in trouble! Finally, something to do! Quickly, Akwa got dressed in his normal 'super' clothes, complete with metal mask. He was walking out the door when he realised he still didn't know where Hunter was. He racked his brains.

If he recalled correctly, Hunter had been going after Gambler with Drift as back up. He had been in...New Orleans! That was right. Akwa knew exactly how he was going to get to New Orleans. Akwa had a Plan. That's right, Plan with a capital P.

It all centered around his new machine. Akwa like machines. It was a pity that he had to wear gloves when using them but it was a small price to pay for getting to fool around with a new gadget. The gadget in question looked like a large human sized canister that had what looked suspiciously like a gun-barrel attached to it. There was a computer interface connected to the canister. Akwa had gotten the Turbo-Hydro Transport Device from a mad scientist who Akwa had held over a cliff until he gave it to him.

Picking it up, he took it up several flights of stairs until he was at the top of the apartment block. He set the machine down and consulted his handy North American Atlas. After a few minutes of perusal, he entered New Orlean's latitude and longitue co-ordinates into the computer interface. After putting on his gloves of course. After the co-ordinates were set, he opened the large canister and got into it.

Once he was inside, he filled the canister with water. He kept adding more and more until the water in the canister was under the right amount of pressure needed. The water pressure was now incredibly high. He then pushed the button. At first, nothing happened. The gun barrel pointed itself in the general direction of New Orleans and changed it's angle until it was just right. And then the hatch opened.

The water pressure was so great that it shot Akwa up the tube and through the barrel, launching him high in the air. He knew that in theory, he should eventually land  somewhere in New Orleans. In theory. The flight took several minutes.

Akwa spent the time looking at his hands. It had occured to him that lots of people in the Wolf Pack had claws. Hunter, Drifter, Talon, Risky, they all had claws. He didn't. He wondered whether or not he should get claws or not.

Nah. Claws are so...unoriginal. I'm more than fine with what I got.

A second later he gracefully landed in New orleans. Well, perhaps gracefully landed are not the right words. He crashed into a building, screaming the whole way. A few seconds later, he got up.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, owie!"

He grimaced as his broken leg, along with several other broken bones, slowly twisted itself back to it's normal position.  He was in New Orleans, city of a thousand swamprats. He loathed this place.

Now all he had to do was to search every street and every building in New Orleans for Hunter. He frowned.
Perhaps his Plan did have a flaw in it after all.

Past

As she entered the room she got a quick slap from Daken who had been waiting for her. His claws were unleashed and tore the skin from her cheek of. She remained standing in time to receive another attack he scent with his foot. He kicked her stomach with force pushing her to the ground. She looked up at him having no idea what he was getting at. Gladly he did not attack her again and only glared at her and spoke “What are you doing here” he growled showing his teeth. She re gathered her bearings and spoke “I…I’m…..checking…on….on…..fath.” but before she could finish her words Daken kicked her again at the neck knocking her on the ground.  “Don’t you dare call him that” he snarled at her as she got up. She expected him to attack her again but instead he walked away.

He had broken one of her ribs at least and her jaw was bleeding. She staggered to the bathroom and ran the water. Wiping the blood from her mouth something caught her eyes. On her forehead just above her right eye. Where Daken had clawed her, there was suppose to be a flesh wound blood like hew jaw but no there was not blood. Underneath her skin was  where the wound was suppose to be was……….. Talon rubbed her hand over the wound and it disappeared or better said healed. But she had not forgotten what she had seen.

Suddenly all those fears about not being real remerged to her consciousness and she grabbed a hold of the basin to stop herself from falling to the floor. Her breathing was intense and cut short each breath causing her great pain. As she looked into the mirror she noticed what Sooraya had noticed earlier. Her eyes they were……..grey……She shook her head desperately trying to black out he memories that were coming to her but they were like a flood and she could not stop it. Staggering to her feet she got to her door and grasped her hands around the door knob.

She ran through the halls passing every one not paying any mind to them. Pushing both doors of beasts lab aside she stared at him here eyes red with tears. Hank quickly noticed her arrival and saw the state that she was in. Sweat poured down her face it appeared as if she had just seen a ghost and in a way she had. Hank ran to her and probed her back to her feet. But before he could say a word she asked gasping for air. “We…you…ne..ed….t..o….r…r..r..un…..te…. sts……o..n me.” Beast not really understanding what the girl had said. Sat her down on his chair and asked “No Miss Laura what seems to be the matter” She had regained her breath and spoke a bit clearer. “Mr. Hank I need you to run an X-ray on me and DNA test NOW!” she was urgent her could tell but he could not help to ask “May I know why?” though he knew what she would answered “No you may not but once the test are done then maybe this matter will be over and done with….for once.”

So he did as she asked. Ran every test in the book from skeleton to DNA to X-rays. Talon made it clear to him that the information found from these tests were to be destroyed and he agreed. She approached beast a few hours later wanting the information gathered. He stood there rubbing his temples constantly. His full attention were on his computer and a few sheets of paper gathered beside him on his desk. Standing for a moment she asked “So what are the results” he then looked at her in astonishment and turned the computer screen so that she could see what was on it. “This is was I discovered………Miss Laura………..what…..who…..are you?” The words hit her hard “I don’t know” she answered still staring at the screen.

So her fears were confirmed she was right…..right about every thing. She was the one not the real on but the one. It was strange since she had pushed these fears aside but now her suspicions were confirmed. Every one telling her a lie they all lied. She knew they could never have know so much still they lied. She could feel the ground below her start to shift and she lost her balance. Falling to her knees she began to cry. Hank understanding her pain knelt beside her “Well fine a way to fix it” she said softly. “No!” she sobbed “You can’t…..they did it….I’m not…I’m not her………..I don’t…I…don’t know where…..where she is……Tal…I….don’t…know where…..who I…..am.” “Shhh, Well find out what going on just hold on.” His vice was caring but she did not head it “Don’t you understand! I’m not her!! She’s……..I don’t know……..I’m……. I’m a…….a.a…….mach…..I’m…..not…..real!”

Present

Talon slowly awoke from the daze that she had forced upon herself. What was she to expect with the amount of blood that she had loss that she’s just get up and walk. Her head throbbed as if it had been his by a baseball bad a thousand time over then had a katanna sliced through it.  Her vision was blurry no doubt still suffering from the amount of blood she had lost in her attempts to stable Hunter. Hunter! Her eyes shifted as she saw she was lying on Hunters body. She quickly sat up though it caused her great pain. She could see he was still not in the best shape but he at least was alive and well. He did remind her so much of her father. Considering the fact he was not an assassin Hunter was a father to her and she cared for him in a way that she had never even cared for her own family.

Soon she heard Risky’s voice in the distance. Then looking onward she saw her friend. Soon she zoomed in on her hand and saw that Risky had blades coming from her hand. This left Laura perplexed and annoyed but she pushed these feeling side.  Her strength was not back to full and she knew that it would take a few hours since she had wounded herself. She was hoping before all of this to talk to Hunter about something that she had discovered about herself but soon when she found him like this that became last priority. She was about to attempt to wake him. She knew that she should leave him to lye but considering where they were and what Risky fighting she knew very well that the time for rest was long gone.

Btu before she could she picked up an old familiar scent. One that had haunted her since her arrived at earth. It was Hyperion’s. Shifting her awareness she saw him standing a few feet away from them. By now she soon realized what he was planning. To kill two birds with one stone. She got to her feet and leaped up. But it was already to late. He then fired a powerful eyes beam headed toward her and Hunter. She did not have to think she knew what to do. It was a normal reaction for her she quickly ran with full force toward the bean her hands crossed in front of her face. She had a suspicion and only hoped that she would be right,

The bean and head met head to head. Obviously the blast was of great proportion so that is pushed her with great force. Gladly in her time she had diverted the beam so that it did not come in contact with Hunter but instead her. She was pushed not to far away from her previous position. It was of such great magnitude that it created a large craters that her limp body created. So she lied there motion less hardly breathy. She probably looked like she had gone through hell in a mere moments. The flesh had been torn right off her harms and her back was full of scratches and marks. And even piece of bone and muscle could be seen trailing out. She stared up at the sky and could feel that she had lost much blood and making thing worse she already had hardly any to start with. She could only home that Risky would have seen what had happen and would be able to keep Hunter safe. But she could feel her consciousness slipping away once again and would willingly accept her fate.  Her arms were bear flesh but there was something else. Something that the dim light of the moon reflected off from under her skin and flesh. Something cold and hard and sliver laid beneath it something that not even Talon knew how it got there……

The orange, red and yellow colors of the sunset danced across the sky and across the city of Angels. The day had gone well, no major missions, no calls for help from the LAPD, it was so calm that even the cats decided to stay out of the trees for once. It was about six-thirty and Stephanie Ardor, Co-leader of WAL, walked through the city park with her ten year old twins, Sozuko and Hotaru, while NeVann was off taking care of other matters. It had been a while since the young fire goddess spent any time with her children, so she decide to spend the entire day with them, taking to the local zoo, children's museum, and to the park, where they acted like the children they are.

The ninja twins took off running ahead, their laughter's filled the park as they used their skills to jump into the trees, leaping from one to another with grace and silence, just like their father, NeVann. Stephanie smiled as she tucked a loose strand of brown hair behind her ear, slowly walking through the park, listening for the kids. For a while now, things have been going rather well in her life, no drama, or much drama, she was meeting new people almost everyday while successfully recruiting members as well. It was as if nothing could ruin her moment of peacefulness.

"Mom, mom!" She could hear the twins speak in unison.

Sozuko landed in front of her from a branch above her with a smile on his face. "Can we go to the cookie shop after this?"

Not even a second later Hotaru landed to the right of Nova grabbing her hand and tugging on it. "Yeah can we? Pppllleeeaaassseee?" the two kids continued to beg for their surgery treat. The twins seemed to have a weakness for the round treats, just like their mother.

"Alright alright, we can go!" She smiled as she took the hands of her twins and began to walk off, that is until something caught the corner of her eyes. With a smirk she gently pushed her kids ahead. "Go and play in playground, I'll be right there."

The twins took off running towards the swings, racing each other to see who was the fastest of the two. Stephanie then turned around, her eyes locked on the person who seemed to have snuck by her internal radar. Standing not more than twenty feet to the left of her was none other than the Ninja Princess, Sha. She was standing tall in her blue red and yellow uniform, with her 'S' on her chest.

"Sha!" Nova yelled out as she skipped over to her friend without a care in the world. "Bout time I see you! I need to talk to you about something, its life or death!"

Sha stood there and tilt her head. "Whats wrong Nova?"

"I know something... something big is about to go down..." She said as she looked around a bit paranoid.

The now WAL member looked at the team co-leader with a questionable look. "I think your being a little paranoid... again." She chuckled, as she pat Nova on the head. "You need to go back to the HQ and get some rest."

Nova frowned as she crossed her arms, making a pout like face as she sighed. "Never listen to the fire girl, she NEVER knows what she's talking about..." Nova sarcastically said as she turned her back to Sha. "But your probably right... its just... every time, EVERY time, things go smoothly... something bad happens, I swear its the circle of life."

Sha walked up next to Nova and placed her hand on her right shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm sure whatever will happen... will happen so quickly, that you wont even realize it." Sha said coldly.

Nova arched her eyebrow as she ran what the Ninjan princess said again in her mind. "Say what?" Nova turned around only to get a punch to the face, her head jerked down to the left, saliva spewing from her mouth as she stumbled a few feet. "What the hell?" Nova was slouched over as she looked up, Sha's eyes were glowing an eerie reddish color as she began to loosen her neck, and arms.

"I have been waiting for this, Nova X!" Sha then rushed over towards Nova, throwing another punch at her face as the fire goddess quickly ducked under it, only to suddenly be headbutted by the Ninjan.

"Shi-!" Nova stumbled yet again as she held onto her head, it was as if she was smashed by a school bus filled with cheerleaders and football players. "N-nova X?" Stephanie groaned as she reached down to her right to grab onto her... "Oh hell... the one time I don't have my damn sword an-" before she could even finish her sentence a cemented bench was smashed into her body, sending her to the ground and flat on her back, knocking the air out of her body.

Pushing the block off Stephanie stood back up, her eyes filled with rage as she burst into flames. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?" her golden flames danced around her body as she grit her teeth.

"Wont matter after this fight." The Sha impostor said as she ran towards Nova again, getting ready to deliver yet another blow.

LAPD: Los Angeles Police Department

~Translation of Speaking and Reading: Japanese to English~

"Students. Today's Ninjutsu studies will be mainly focused towards a book created by the legendary strategist Sun Tzu. This book has already been heard of in the halls of our school, and you probably all already know what we are doing today. The Art of War."

The Teacher, Mr. Miagi, spoke with authority. He had studied the subject of Ninjutsu for almost three forth’s of his life. Despite his young, thirty year old appearance. He did not falter to the students he taught. Actually, most were close to his age, if not older. Yet, they were underprivileged in the art of Ninja training, or Shinobi training. Many in the room were male, a few not even in relation to the Japanese or Asian ethnicity. Two or three of the forty students were actual females, but they were full of aggression. Quite a few were Japanese, as expected. Others were Korean or Chinese. Yet, one of them was from France. And that one male had proved to be a exceptionally well, almost undefeatable opponent. His first name, Duvan, but no one knew the rest of it. Not even the Administrators knew if he had any last name, and Duvan's sly, shyness didn't help either.

Still, no one ever knew if Duvan was lying or not. He could of had a totally different personality. His silence and observations kept Duvan a highly silent and respected student. When someone didn't know something, they pondered around him until Duvan provided and answer to their question- even though they thought there was never an answer. Duvan however, was laughing his whole way through the school year. He was almost a pure professional, yet the thick skulled Japanese teachers would never allow a 'Frenchie' to actually surpass their own race. Who even created all of the martial arts that most know little, or a whole lot about the subject.

" Duvan; grab the books there on the shelves, pass them out, and return to your seat please."

Duvan did as he was told. Grabbing the books, passing them out, and occasionally returning to regroup some more books as replacements for the ones he had given out. When everyone ha the book but him, Duvan returned to grab himself a book and quickly sat down. He opened up the Sun Tzu's writing to the first chapter. Amazingly, he had never heard of the book before, but knew he would quote the words someday in his life. The words were well thought out, and as if all the writing wasn't enough, Duvan knew that the man who had written the book had spent his time putting in the correct thoughts and meanings in each sentence.

Before Duvan could memorize the first few teachings, he was forced to listen to the gullible Mr. Miagi. Who still thought he was the top dog of the School, but if Miagi looked closer. Duvan owned the school. He was the best at everything, and even had gained influence in the private "Master's Circle" in which many of the Teacher's participated in training in trees and mountainous terrain. Miagi, however he might be a Master of Ninjutsu, could easily fall to Duvan's speed, strength, and intellect. So, Miagi San's words meant nothing to Duvan. He already knew almost everything anyways.

“Okay, let's look at most of the first ten important things that Sun Tzu puts light on. As a Ninja, or Shinobi, you are proving that you can fight in 'unconventional and Guerrilla warfare.' Sun Tzu's words are extremely important, and I want you all to read the whole book by two days from today. In that time, you will not have classes. And you will finish the whole book off, and write a five paged biography/essay on Sun Tzu and his way of teaching people how to fight. If you choose the Biography, then it must contain pictures and must outline his life. Now, let's continue."

Silent chimes of " Yes, Miagi San" rang through the room. Duvan stayed silent however, while Miagi began to speak again.

"1. Sun Tzu said: The art of war is of vital importance to the State.

2. It is a matter of life and death, a road either to safety or to ruin. Hence it is a subject of inquiry which can on no account be neglected.

3. The art of war, then, is governed by five constant factors, to be taken into account in one's deliberations, when seeking to determine the conditions obtaining in the field.

4. These are: (1) The Moral Law; (2) Heaven; (3) Earth; (4) The Commander; (5) Method and discipline.

5,6. The Moral Law causes the people to be in complete accord with their ruler, so that they will follow him regardless of their lives, undismayed by any danger.

7. Heaven signifies night and day, cold and heat, times and seasons.

8. Earth comprises distances, great and small; danger and security; open ground and narrow passes; the chances of life and death.

9. The Commander stands for the virtues of wisdom, sincerely, benevolence, courage and strictness.

10. By method and discipline are to be understood the marshaling of the army in its proper subdivisions, the graduations of rank among the officers, the maintenance of roads by which supplies may reach the army, and the control of military expenditure.

So Students, what does this mean to you?"

No one spoke. Instead, Duvan could feel about eighty pairs of eyes on him. Without hesitation, Duvan raised his hand, slightly peering to see everyone else smile as they weren't on the hot seat, or close to it anymore.

" Yes, Duvan." Miagi spoke.

"Well, Miagi San. I think these simplify the initialization of how to accurately win a battle. These are the basic outlines for all battles. A Commander makes sure everything is facing towards their side, that way they can properly win."

" Sort of… Good Guess.. I'll tell you all about what they mean in full. Relax; you'll be here awhile....."

Nighttime was the best time in Orlando. No one knew anything, no one cared. Everyone was out on the prowl on a lively Friday night. But, like on every last Friday, Brawling Battles were happening. Not in middle classed homes. Instead they were housed in the basements of the slums. In schools, regular houses, and even Malls. It was here, in the chaotic, warring fights, everyone knew the big names. Apparently, Duvan had landed in the big names of the illegal fighting operations. He had submitted the name Quality in his first fight and since then had lived up to the name.

Remarkably, every one of his fights was pure 'quality' to spectators. In every one too, he won. Duvan had amassed a great amount of fortune, and to that, was 'the' top dog in the streets. So, there was no wonder why he was in a fight on a wonderful Friday night. His body sweating blood from the only real parts of his body. Today, like any other, he was fighting for a million dollars. If he lost the fight, he got nothing. If he won, he was a million dollars richer, if he lost, he got nothing.

"Ready.... Go."

The Official, who had just yelled the words out, was just a regular onlooker. He dropped his hands and moved back into the crowd and out of the way of Duvan and his adversary, Rick. Rick was called Big Red, but he wasn't at all that big, nor was there any sprinkle of red on him. Yet, he stood strong. His body was well built, and his arms were like wrecking balls. His legs, huge in width, provided that Big Red was strong. Duvan, skinny, slightly built, and smaller than Red wasn't scared at the large mass in front of him. He knew who would lose, and it would be a simple win at that. Everyone mistaken Duvan as physically weak, but mentally he was the atomic bomb to Hiroshima.

Big Red threw the first punch, advancing and then throwing a wide uppercut. Duvan side stepped, bringing his hands up to guard his face as the punch went by. With velocity, Duvan kicked towards Big Red's left knee cap with his own left foot. The kick connected, and for just a slight moment, Rick's forehead creased with lines of pain. However, that small slam into the face of Red by Duvan didn't last long.

Red countered with his own high kick, landing a blow to Duvan's thigh. After the blow landed, the pain caused Duvan to quickly drop to the ground. There was no way to regain ground, and with Rick over him, Duvan wasn't in such a great situation. Being like this, he was at the fate of Big Red, who was going to show no mercy. So, Duvan was hit many times, over and over again with big hands, to the head. Duvan took the blows, and when he thought Red was satisfied, Duvan quickly regained his strength, and, using both his right and left mechanical arms to capture the hands of his adversary twisted the other nimble hands in his grasp.

Cracking sounds. Screaming. Big Red falling. Then, Rick laying unconscious. It happened so quick, most people watching had to go through what had just happened. For those who were fast in the eye, Duvan had just twisted Big Red's hands so far, they broke. This caused pain until Rick fell to the ground unconscious from the immediate pain he was receiving from his hands.

After a few moments, gracious roars of approval. Duvan had pulled it off. The words of Sun Tzu ran through his mind though. All warfare is based on deception. Duvan had pretended to be weak, and that was why he had won the fight. Using a deceptive force on Red had made the man almost numb to what could happen if Duvan had just been faking the whole thing. Because of the fail to continue a cautious block, Red had destroyed himself. Duvan had just twisted that fail into an utter epic fail. And, he was now a million dollars richer. Duvan didn't need the money though.

LAPD: Los Angeles police department.

"YAHOOOOO!!!"

"YAHOOOOO!!!"

The Class-C walked down the streets of New Orleans. The Class-B sent to assassinate William Greystroke had reported that several other unidentified metahumans had turned up at the scene. The Class-C had been dispatched to provide assistance in case they were too much, even for the Class-B. It walked confidently down the street in it's human disguise. It was not afraid. It could not feel fear. What force out there could possibly halt the Rise of the Machines?

Akwa cursed as he wandered down another street. This place was a maze, a bloody maze. Perhaps he should've asked Hunter where his position was before coming here. He kicked a stone across the road. The stone rolled until it collided with the foot of a man. Akwa blinked. He hadn't seen the man. He should pay more attention. If that man had been an enemy, Akwa would've been in some serious trouble.

The man in question was tall. Something over six foot. Perhaps six foot six. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a nondescript T-Shirt. He had a leather jacket on as well, though Akwa couldn't think of why. It wasn't that cold.

Maybe, just maybe, this guy might have seen Hunter, Akwa thought. He probably hasn't but, hey, you never know.

'Hey, you! Do you have a minute?"

The Class-C turned at the sound of the shout. A human was walking over to him. The Class-C did not have much experience with humans but there was something odd about this one. It couldn't quite place it. Maybe because the human was dripping wet when it hadn't been raining. Or maybe it was because the human was wearing clothes that the Class-C was pretty sure normal humans didn't normally wear. Should it kill this human? No. It must keep it's cover. The humans must not know about the upcoming robot uprising until it was too late.

Akwa approached the man and pulled out his wallet. He searched it until he came out with a piece of paper. It was a small photograph of Hunter's face. One might think it was odd that Akwa was carrying such a thing in his wallet but then again, he had photo's of most people he worked with. You never know when they might come in handy.

"Have you seen this man?"


The man looked at the piece of paper.

"This is a buisness card declaring that you are a mercenary of some kind," he said flatly.

'What!" cried Akwa as he snatched the paper back and looked at it.

The peice of paper was indeed a buisness card.

                                                                                                                                      AKWA
     
                                                                                                                            MERC FOR HIRE

                                                                                                             I hit people you don't like for money.


Akwa shook his head and put the piece of paper back in his wallet.

"Sorry. The photograph's in here somewhere," he said as he searched through all his buisness cards.

"Let's see,...Merc for hire....Bounty hunter...Piano repair...Certified Jedi...President of Zimbabwe...International Spy...Plumber...Glassworker...Backstabber... Bookbinder... World's Second Greatest Lover... Hitman... Assassin... Time Machine Maintenance... Ah! Here it is!"

Akwa held up the phot to the man. "Have you seen this guy?"

The man grabbed the photo from his hands.

"What do you know about the Target!" he demanded.

"What the h-" Akwa was cut off as the man swung his fist at him. Akwa only just managed to dodge out of the way. The fist instead, hit the wall. A large section of bricks was pulverised.

This man was obviously a metahuman of some sort. That no longer mattered. He had attacked for no reason. Akwa got up, his eyes glowing blue.

"You will die now."

With those words, he used his Water Sense to look inside the other man's body. Humans were like, 70% water after all. One he found the water flowing in the man's bloodstream, in his skin and in his tissue, he would order all water in the man to freeze, creating a human icicle. He'd done it before. But this time, there was a problem.

The man had no water in him at all. He was obviously not human, even in the remotest stretch.

'What the hell are you?," Akwa said. His eyes were drawn to the man's right fist, the one he had punched the wall with. All the skin on the fist had been scraped away to reveal shining metal.

"You're an evil robot? Talk about cliche's."

The robot stepped closer and attacked him. Akwa dodged his first blow and the second. The third blow, he caught. The robot struggled but it's strength was inferior to it's opponents. Akwa began to squeeze. The robot's titanium hand held out for a few seconds before being crushed. Akwa grinned.

"Not so strong are you now, rusty?"

The robot's other fist came around and clobbered Akwa in the face. Akwa's head snapped back with an audible crack! as his neck snapped under the force of the blow. He collapsed to the ground making a gurgling noise. The robot turned away from him, it's hand slowly healing.

"Dont...you... turn your back on me, you bastard," Akwa wheezed as he got back up again, using his hands to twist his neck back into place. Oh God, that hurt. Spikes of pain were running down Akwa's entire body. The robot turned around and attempted to get back into a fighting stance. But it was too late.

Akwa's fist collided with the robot's chest, knocking the robot all the way down the street until it smashed into the display window of a shop. Burglar alarms began to ring. Akwa dusted his hands off.

'And that's the end of that chapter."

A crunch of glass stopped him. He turned around to see the damn robot get back onto it's feet again.  A good deal of it's false skin had peeled away, revealing silver metal. The chest had a noticable dent in it but that was all. Akwa sighed. He could just tell it was going to be on of those days.

"You know, in most cultures it's considered polite to die when someone throws you down a street!"

He beckoned at the robot. This may take some time...

Lone was in a tight spot inside the Los Angeles Police Department. Not only he had to beware of all the flying projectiles that roared the backgrounds. But also he had to find Elis Montero before the androids turn her into Swiss cheese.  The crouching Band panting in despair while he hold a 9 mm with both hands, he struggles to summon courage to fight the machines having an incredible disadvantage. “Fuck it!” shouted Band and standing up he looks at the field before him just to find the cops been obliterated by the machines. Band shouts out loud “ELIS MONTERO!!” as he shoots his gun wild at the several machines. The gun fire rocks the enclose location as the bullets bounce off the machines. They all then look at the future soldier and quickly lift up their machine guns aiming at Band. The eyes widen in awareness as Band screams out “Oh’shosh!” as he runs a few steps and jump through a crystal wall as the machine gun fire tear the walls apart. Band was now in a hallway that lead to the elevators and stair. “Elis Montero at this time is still a rookie. What they do with rookies? They show them around. She must have been familiarized with the department in the morning, meaning that they are probably showing her, her patrolling area. I need a police radio and to get the f#ck out of here.” Band runs as fast as he can, as he runs he quickly looks back over his shoulder just to see two class C androids and a B unit pulling the triggers of their machine guns as they run after him.

 The bullets disperse all across the hallway and right before band breaks through the stairway door three bullets nailed his right side shoulder. “Ughh, ushh..F#ckers..Ugh..” but the soldier had no time to lose, he knew this was life or death even with his healing factor. Holding in the pain he close the door shut and ran up the stairs looking for a way out of the LAPD building. On the background the door is heard been crushed and the clinking coming from their feet as they come rushing up the steps are heard clearly by Band, meaning they were not far behind. I need a way out! Though the desperate Band as he reached a door into the fourth floor. Just to find a welcoming committee. “Band Allen. Prepare to be terminated.” “LONE you f#cker!” screamed Band back as he pulled out his second  9 mm, having both guns at hand he lets out a loud battle cry while running exchanging crossfire with the machines. Then having no choice Band takes a leap of faith crashing through the fourth floor window to the outside, and grabbing on to the hip of the large D unit right before the building. Not the best place to crash on. AS he holds on for dear life Band notice the future already drawing it self before him. A large trail of destruction he witness before his eyes. Suddenly the clanking of several bullets waked Band from his day dreaming and looking down he notice the Class C crawling on the unstable Class D looking to crush Band with their own hands. Band then crawls on the Class D which was trying to shook him off. Band made it to the hip area of the Class D and from it at the very second the Class C were about to grab him he jumps off and landed crushing on the hood of a car. “Looking back noticing the Class C were jumping right after him Band then leap off the car and ran as fast as he could.

Searching his pockets Band grabbed the keys and notice a symbol on a ornament on the keys, it said Lincoln Navigator. “Navigator.. what was that?  It was..? Gosh! I hate my memory! It was a big one. An.. An SUV! SUV, and it belong to a cop, so it must have.” Band as he made the corner he notice a Navigator with a government plaque. “Police license plate” Band quickly runs and reaches the navigator . Quickly he fit’s the key in and opens the door and hops inside. Three C unites made the corner and headed Band’s way. Panicking at the sight of the incoming robots, Band desperately tries to switch the Navigator on “ Star b!tch, Start!” The engine starts and Band quickly shift gear to reverse and floor the gas as he drives on reverse as fast as he could. The C unites run after the SUV trying to reach it. The Navigator going on reverse was then crossing through a large interception and right before the running C units reached the hood of the Navigator several cars crashed into them sending them flying across the streets. The panting sweating Band then made a sharp turn making the SUV drift to the side at the peak of turning over, then shifting gears he place it on drive and floor it getting away from the places as fast as he could. "Now that's what I call driving!" he said as he drove away.
 

New Orleans

Wolf Pack HQ (New York Facility)

Past

She entered her room but quickly was greeted by her unlovable brother or Daken. He grabbed her wrist the moment she entered and flung her against the wall viciously. Her face was against the wall and his claws where at the back of her neck ready to stab her any moment. She shut her eyes “He knew” she thought to herself “He know!”. “Where is she” she growled pushing his claws slightly into her neck “Well……Where is She!”. A tear slid down her eyes as she softly answered “I……I don’t know” this did not help her situation and he flung her through the door into the hall way. He back broke against the wall and she lied there staring at him taking no action cause she  deserved every moment of this torture.

“Where is she!” he said now shouting. It was so strange he never showed any care for her and now………..now he actually cared. She only wished that he had cared for her instead. That she was her and not who she was. All this time she had been masquerading as some one else. He grabbed her by the neck and pushed her back up against the wall choking her now. His claws where now at the front of her neck as he eyed her. He could see the fear the pain running through her. She was scared but he could always make her scared. “Well!” gasping for air she replied “I….I…..don’t know”. She thought he would strike her again but then he did not.

Lowering her body he let go of her and whispered “Get…….out…….Now….” she did not need him to say that twice and quickly ran did nothing else just ran. Tears streamed down her eyes but she did not care she needed to get out of here she needed to know the truth she needed to know what she was and she neede to find Hunter. A few nights ago she had, had a dream and disturbing dream about Hunter and she knew he was in danger.

Present

“I don’t need that stuff” Talon growled as the medical personal approached her. Gladly she had already healed most of the fatal injuries but she still looked like hell and that is where she drew the line. Her black hair now had shades of silver from the heat as it laid motionless covering her eyes. There were more than one reason she wanted to cover eyes but she would remain in the corner. Though the medics urged her to get some rest she refused saying “I aint leaving” plain and simply yet It in the end she had to unleash her claws and slightly push one of the medic on  the floor to leave her alone. Ok it was more than a push she punched the guy unconscious probably broke his jaw “Man I hope he gets compensation” she thought to herself and smiled.

“So I’m capable of emotion now…” she whispered. If her eyes were visible they would be a mixture of yellow and black which explained ill mannered out burst at one of the medics. The full moon was yet to rise and if it was not for Hunter she would have been long gone by know probably out howling with the wolfs and being what she would call an animal. She hated this time of the moth and the worst thing was she needed to keep her feral aggression and urges aside for her team mates and dignity sake she could not loose it on them. She could at the institute cause she knew that her family could deal with it but know here with people who don’t even know what she’s going through. They would stand no chance.

Her eyes shifted from the medical personal to Hunter. She was no psychic but she could feel something was going to happen. Call it animal instinct but she knew for a shadow of a doubt that something was going to happen. She was going to speak but then did not bother any way when ever she spoke it sounded like the growling of a wolf. “Might as well been a Lycan than a half breed” she muttered to herself.  She thought of Risky and of how that woman had saved her. Though she did not know all the information of how she did it she knew that she did. It made her feel a bit more comfortable being around her almost like Hunter but not. She had a bond with that man though obviously she knew that it would be almost impossible for him to feel the same he was like her father and she felt like she did not have to hide her true self from him like with every one else.

Soon she noticed it. It was the first time he had move as violently. He started to twitch. Though the Medics backed up she took that as an opportunity to get close. The whole time they had told her to keep her distance now they were and she was not big deal. She soon came to a dead stop when he let out a bellowing howl that filled the room.  He was now fully in his wolf like form yet she could see he had no control like her normally did. It was a strange sensation but she wanted to howl to. She had done it before and it was quiet energizing. “What are you doing” she scolded herself for going off target. It he was to loose it she would have to act and she had no intention in hurting him in any way shape or form cause she knew like this she would be taken down easily and the only way to defeat the Hunter which she was not even planning to was it she would let go herself and the day that happened she did not even want to know the consequences.

His eyes were now bright yellow and bulging a lot like hers yet she could feel her heart beating faster. Now she did not know much about Lycans but she did know a lot about herself and there for she had not much but enough insight about Hunter that she needed. She could see he was in a feral state and she would abide at what he wished: To be left along. Though she did not go to far back if he was to do any thing she needed to be close. But he was Hunter she did not expect him to do something. So after backing up a few passes she stopped.
He leaped on the wall bearing his claws deep with in them. She could see he was preparing for an attack but if he was then she would have a lot more to deal with that just her feral aggression.  She soon noticed that Risky had arrived and not a moment to soon. But as Talon she remained still as well. Talon quickly glared at the medical staff telling them not to move but if Hunter was going to kill the medics so be it she would not stop his, well probably she would just for Hunters sake.  All of this ruckus had placed Talons hair behind her back in its normal posture and her mixture of yellow and black eyes were visible which make the medical personal even more terrified of her than they already were. So he stared at her and she could do nothing else but stare back at him immobilized.

Relief soon washed over her like a wave. When she noticed that his eyes returned back to their normal color. “As the humans say, the eyes are the window to the soul” she thought. Hunter soon approached both Risky and Talon.  She sighed as he gradually transformed back into his human appearance.  "It appears as if human blood was introduced into his system recently. “ Talon looked at the medic then back at Hunter not knowing weather that was a good thing or bad. “When a Lycans body is pushed to a limit, it will transform at will as a natural defense mechanism with introduction of human blood into the lycan's system.  While it keeps the lycan alive, it puts their body into a more savage and feral state.  We've just witnessed the result just now." Talon was about to leave it at that a ready herself for the battle ahead when Hunter spoke up "You did that...." he said looking at her. "Laura, you saved my life without even realizing it." And truly she had not. 

She then saw that a tear slid down his eyes. With out warning and completely unexpectedly she pulled her toward him gripping her tightly. She shut her eyes having no idea what to expect when he kissed her forehead. She soon realized what he was doing. He was showing her emotional affection for her. It left her completely awestruck and dumfounded as he commenced him this action of hugging her. And the strangest thing was she hugged him back tightly as she could feel tears streaming down her cheeks. He then turned his attention toward Risky a moment leaving the complete flabbergast Talon standing there. She felt as If she was going to fait just out of astonishment but when she saw the medical person noticing she forced herself to regain her composure. Her face was warm and she felt flushed as if she had a fever yet she felt wonderful. Then as if things could have never gotten any better he embraced her and Risky in another hug. And she fell apart once more out of joy. She had no idea what she was feeling truthfully she did not care she had never felt something so profound before in her life. She was being hugged by not her commander, not even her friend but by the man that she considered father. So she accepted his hug and clung to him tightly. And for once she felt not like a weapon, not a clone she felt like a sixteen year old girl being hugged by her father.

But as every thing else the moment passed though it left Talon scarred permanently "Now, we've got things to do....." Hunter said in a much more stern tone "I'm going to find that bastard who tried to take me out, and I'll kill 'em.  If he has any help, I'll kill those bastards too” he then looked and Talon "Risky, gather as much data as you can in the next few minutes.  Talon, contact all the other members of Wolf Pack and tell them to rendezvous with us outside New York City.  Both of you meet me in ten minutes, then let's start the hunt......” She smirked and exited the main hall. Her mind was going over what had just happened. Did it really? Was she just imagining it. Pausing a moment she could feel it his kiss she felt every thing and it refreshed her. Quickly she picked up the pace and ran to her room. This was her home this was her family her new family and she would not disappoint them.

She quickly slid on her uniform. It was a midnight blue suit slid onto her body like silk. It was flexible and could endure heave attacks and she knew that she would encounter many. It was of a special fabric that she had kept from her world just before she came here. But of course she altered it. There was a sliver belt that when across her waist And had the wolf Pack symbol on the buckle. Then there was a the same color strap coming from her shoulder that connected with her belt. Placing her communication device around her ear she tied back her hair revealing her bright yellow eyes. But she wore a band covering the right side of her face. She hoped the rest of the Pack wound not suspect her feral she was yet she could control herself a bit better now from her experience from Hunter. Her uniform covered her entire body and her arms up to the wrists.  Then pulling from under her bead she picked up two black leather gloves and slid them one. There were already hold from where her claws had been unleashed She soon slid on her black pair of boots. But they were designed with good traction and no heels. She despised high heels she might have been short especially around people much older than her but she was not about to put on high heels.  And finally there was her sword though she had dared not carry it she got Isaac to alter it so now it appeared at a Dagger simple and able to carry. She slid it into one of the hooks in her belt and unleashed her claws in both hand and feet. Yep her recently plated claws since the insolent with being captured by SHIELD they had striped them and replaced them with Vibranium. “Ok let’s go kick some bad guys asses”.

But before she left she looked into the mirror a moment. Sighing she said “I may not be her but the Wolf Pack need Talon more than ever and I’m the closest thing they got to her…..cause now I’m real I’m Talon but after this……once this is over SHIRLD…..I’m coming for you……and you better be ready to face a angered clone.” So pushing her thoughts aside she rendered the main room.  "Let's go...." Hunter said in his strong British ascent, she could not help but giggle slightly. Now she needed to find both Akwa and Thomas but he had been out of reach for some time. Given the recent manifestation of Hunters claws she had suspected something had occurred that she had not yet been informed about. So she decided to contact Akwa first using her communicator. “Akwa this is Talon of the Wolf Pack Hunter desires our presence on the out skirts of New Your Proto meaning now, I sujest you obey and we should see each other soon. If you get there before me inform Hunter that I have gone looking for Thomas” she paused a moment thinking “And I’m brining him back weather he likes it or not”. Talon would obey her orders to the death and if she got any resistance from Thomas the Lycan she would be forced to act though she was going a bit far that was how she worked. She followed her orders and they were to contact the member and tell them to come and if they would not? Well he did not specify leaving Talon with only one other alternative. But that was the weapon in her and any way she knew Thomas he was the first person she was assigned to on her first mission he would not give her trouble. Would he?

The Class-C lunged at Akwa but was knocked off it's feet by a powerful water blast. Shaking off the damage, it got up again and resumed it's attack.
That's the way that the fight had been going for some time now. The robot would keep getting beaten back by Akwa but it wouldn't die. It just kept getting back up again.

What does it take to make this f@cker die? Akwa thought as he smashed another dent in the robot's abdomen. The Class-C gouged a lump of flesh out of Akwa's chest only to have it heal within the minute. Upon seeing this, Akwa grinned. The robot is probably thinking the same thing about me.

Come to think about it,  What I would I actually do if I thought me? Easy. I would seperate my head from my body. Maybe that will work on our mechanical friend here as well. What? How do you think of that? Chopping off the head only works on you because your main regenerative gland is located in your neck! This robot is probably completely different!  Do you have any better ideas?...I thought so.

Akwa's next punch was aimed at the robot's neck in an attempt to sever the link between the head and body. The robot must have realised what he was trying to do because it blocked his punch with it's left arm instead of just letting the blow hit him. Akwa's punch had left a huge dent in the arm. Good. It can't block forever then. The injury caused the robot to hesitate before it's next attack and Akwa took advantage of that.

Akwa reached down and grabbed the robot's left arm. It struggled but in the end the Class-C's arm was ripped out of it's shoulder socket in a shower of blood and sparks. The robot tackled him, bearing both of them down to the ground where they rolled around, each trying to get overcome the other. Eventually they parted and stood up again, beginning to circle one another.

Akwa held up the robot's severed left arm.
"You have fought well, but now I have the upper hand. Get it? The Upper Hand?", Akwa joked, waving the arm around for emphasis.

The robot clearly wasn't in the mood for humour. It had been held up from re-inforcing the Class-B and in the shape it was in, it wasn't sure if it could re-inforce anyone. It leapt forward but was knocked back onto the ground by Akwa smashing it across the face with it's own arm.

Using the arm as a club, Akwa hit the robot again and again, hoping to kill it. Though the robot staggered back, it clearly wasn't dead. Using it's remaing arm, it fought back. It blocked some of the blows and was giving as good as it got. In the end, it was futile. His right arm was weakening from all the strikes it had been blocking.

Finally, after taking many a hit, the robots right arm broke off at the elbow. The robot attempted to hit Akwa with what was left but failed badly.

"I don't see why people think you're so dangerous," Akwa joked. "You wouldn't hurt a fly. You've been disarmed!".He roared with laughter.

Akwa's laughter was stopped after the robot crushed several of his ribs with a high kick. Even without it's arms, it was still a determined and dangerous opponent.
He puffed, struggling to get air back into his lungs. The robot pressed it's advantage and launched itself at Akwa, intending to ram him. Akwa went flying and smashed against a wall.

He slowly got to his feet, rubbing his head. I need a bigger weapon, he thought. And then he amazed his readers by having an idea. He put his hands around a nearby streetlight and pulled. With a groaning noise it was wrenched out of the pavement. He spun the streetlight around a few times, getting a feel for it's weight and size.
And then he threw it with all his strength.

It impaled the robot through it's thigh, the momentum causing the robot to stumble. If it had arms, it would've been able to pull the post out easily. But all it could do was stumble around trying  to shake it out. It could'nt even do that very well. The post had destroyed part of the leg moters. It was effectively lame in one leg.

Akwa casually walked up to the incapicated robot and pulled the post out of it's leg. The sudden release caused the robot to fall to it's knees. He kicked it in the back, pushing it down into the pavement. He kicked it in the sides a few time while it was down, each kick causing consderable to damage to the robot's now exposed systems. Covered with dents and holes, the robot tried to avoid the kicks but Akwa just kicked it in the head to get it to stop.

He walked back to where the streetlamp was lying. It was dented and smashed out of recognition from the fight with the robot but it was still usable. He picked it up and strolled back over to the robot. It was trying to get up again so he whacked it a few times with the post.

The robot looked up at him, the red glow in it's eyes dimming.

"Yo.." it croaked. "You...will regret this. The rise of the machines is...inevitable. You cannot stop our c..combined might. Nobody can."

Akwa's face appeared in it's field of vision, his metal mask as cold and unforgiving as the robot's own face.

"Careful there," it heard him say. "Pride, is a sin."

And with those words, he drove the post through the robot's forehead.

A few seconds later, he stepped away from the sparking wreckage. The robot had mentioned 'combined might'. That implied that there were more of them. Lot's more. Akwa began to have a nasty suspicion about what had attacked Hunter.

His Wolf Pack Communicator picked that time to light up.

"Akwa this is Talon of the Wolf Pack Hunter desires our presence on the out skirts of New Your Proto meaning now, I sujest you obey and we should see each other soon. If you get there before me inform Hunter that I have gone looking for Thomas”

Akwa switched the communicator off. That was just great. How was he going to get to New York? He sat in thought for a few minutes thinking of various ways.

Maybe, I could ask Risky to use her freaky teleporting mojo to get me there.

He would have to think about this...

past
After waking up surge looked around and noticed that everything was nothing, but rubble "what the hell happened here?" after walking around surge heard a sound and looked up just in time to see a flying machine open fire at him "that's it" surge roared and transformed into his hybrid form and flew charged at the machine and ripped it apart with his bladewhips and claws.

future
"Cover me!" I shouted over the explosion as I ran toward a group of freedom fighters pinned down by gunfire.
"Whats the situation" I yelled to the soldiers as I put my back up against the flipped car
"We're out of ammo,sir, and we've lost six people already" one of the soldiers explained, his face caked in debris and dried blood.
"You all go get some ammo,I'll cover ya" I said
"Yes, sir" the leader of the group said with a salute"Everyone follow my lead."
As the group of soldiers ran back to get some ammo from the main group, I transformed into my half dragon form and leapt out in front of the retreating group and started unleashing energy blasts from my mouth at the oncoming  forces. Seeing that I was outnumbered  I grabbed a machine gun with my tail, two with the hands on my wings, and two with my hands and started shooting at every enemy that got within four feet of me. "jeez these metalheads don't know when to quit!"
  
 

A sudden appearance after a long absense

As the members of the Wolf Pack prepared to hunt down the being that hurt Hunter a familiar black warp opened among them beside Talon. Out of the warp walked a women with long emerald green hair all pulled to one side with a golden circlet. It was their teammate Damnation though she looked quite different. Instead of a black cape and robes she now wore pure white with gold placed stylishly throughout as well as her aura was now kind and pleasant. In addition to this she had a small smiling child on her shoulders who looked to only be around the age of five. The child had emerald green hair striped with gold, small cat like ears on her head, a small pair of white angel wings on her back, a gold tail that came from under her small pink dress, and the prettiest sparkly green eyes that seemed to pierce the soul. Smiling at everyone the strange looking Damnation said "Hello everyone! It's been awhile!" looking at Talon as she ran and gave her a hug saying "It's been too long Talon!" squeezing her tight before turning to the rest of the group saying "Hey everyone meet my kinda daughter Alice! Isn't she the cutest?!" smiling wide as the little girl waved to everyone.

The new hunt begins

Looking around at the members Damnation quickly noticed that somethings had changed. Besides the fact that everyone seemed ready to go to war Hunter looked like he had also changed. Then looking back at Talon who was already ready to sprint away. Smiling at her Damnation said "Mind if I come with you old friend? Of course you don't! I'll just follow you and help get back Thomas." already knowing that Thomas was the one that she was going after.

Forty five minutes. That was the commute from the hotel that Thomas had been at to an airport the size of a few miles in all directions. To him though, it didn't matter where he was, what state he was in, or what town he was in. He just wanted somewhere to get away, and the airport, along with it's vastly cheap flights, provided a great flying experience to any person. Even if that person had a full set of metal all over him. Truly, Thomas hadn't weighed himself with the new found skin of his. However, he guessed his weight was around eight hundred to nine hundred pounds. Being the ultimate fatass really holds weight mentally, and physically in someone's mind.

" Sir, What flight would you like to travel?"

"What flights do you have leaving within the next thirty minutes to an hour?"Thomas answered. He was in a busy airport, and yet, he still had time to actually pay attention to the lady standing behind the desk without peering at the screaming baby or the man and woman who's chairs on their planes had been given away. She was of no importance though, just a tool to get him out. Even now he had his usual garments, a long trench coat and a extremely covering hat. The Lady, Ms. Colbert if he got the name tag right, didn't seem to notice him though. She was to busy fiddling with a computer on the desk in front of her. Even when he answered, Thomas had to wait a few minutes until she actually responded.

".....Alright. We have four flights lined up leaving within your timeframe. One to Canada, another to England with two stops, one further to Europe with about three stops, and one directly going to Japan."

Thomas thought. Of course not Canada. I would kill a few people there.... Assholes… Umm.... England. I love my home and my Mother there, but it isn't going to satisfy me enough. Europe.... Been there… Done that. Not much to see, dammed Americans think that place is 'oh so great.' Japan. Nice. I like it. Maybe a good trip, a few drift racings, maybe a few boxing leagues, and maybe they'll respect me for what I am. I mean.... Doesn't everyone run to Japan to get away, right?

Thomas looked over the desk to the clerk. He opened his eyes a bit, and then when she looked at him, spoke. “I’ll take the Japan flight, please."

"Cash or credit slash debit card, sir?" Ms. Colbert responded.

"Cash. How much is it might I ask for first class?"

A deep pause for a few moments as Ms. Colbert, the clerk, looked up the amount of money it would be to buy an actual first class ticket." It appears to be a little around six hundred dollars."

" That's nice. I’ll take it." Thomas reached deep down into his pocket, and pulled a roll of six hundred dollar bills. He passed it over to the clerk, and she registered the money in, giving him a ticket shortly after.

" Walk up north, then take a right after that. Third on your left from there." With that she whisked Thomas away. During the whole thing, not even bothering to look at him. If she would have, she would of seen his metallic face. Lazy though. Lazy.

Thomas was going somewhere now. At least, that was something. Amazingly, Fast & the Furious: Tokyo Drift popped up in his head. With a smile, money in his pocket, and hope, Thomas was off to travel halfway across the world and away from the problems of American.

Away from danger at the moment, Band seeks to search for the reason why the robots attacked the station, Elis Montero was an important part of one of the resistances and she must live. He pulls over on a sidewalk and checks the SUV that belong to he chief of police. Grabbing the police computer that was costumed on the SUV, Band typed in the name of the person he needed to save. “E-L-I-S, M-O-N-T-E-R-O” The computer screen shift to a progress bar window and above it reads “Searching.. Please wait” A few seconds later, there it was, all the information on Elis Montero including a picture of her current look. Band looks at the picture on the scream and can’t believe is her. In the future Elis is 43 years old, she is well knows for been a though woman, some say she is tougher than most men. In the future she has witness the wars and survive them all. The scars on her body are like trophies to her. With that same mentality she leads her crew of Tech-com. Because of her battle wound she is called Scar-face Montero.  “Wow, Elis, my god, you are a knockout in your prime!” says Band while looking at the screen. “Now where are you?” Band looks at the monitor screen and it says she is tagging along in a patrol unit: # 91.

Band then grabs the speaker and opens the police channel. He knew that as a civilian they would never listen to him and needed a way to bring Elis to him. “This is dispatch, coming #91” A woman picks up the radio and replies “Dispatch? Is this a joke? The department is gone, is all over the local news. Who is this? identify yourself.” “Elis? Is that you?” Band ask to the lady on the radio. She replies. “Sir, restrain yourself from the police channel-” “Elis?! Elis Montero! Where are you? You are in grave danger! I’ve come to help I need to know your location.” Sighing is head over the radio and Elis repeats the very same thing once again. “Sir I repeat, restrain yourself from the police channel” Band realizes that he is not been taken serious, but there is a way to work this around. Band talks into the speaker as he opens the Navigator door and pulls out his gun and starts shooting into the air. A drastic way but somehow he must get her to come too him.

 “Look you horse humping b!tch! Why don’t you come over and make me get of your stupid channel?! C‘mon! You‘ve been all talk so far, fallow the detonations and make me get of your precious channel, Shamu!”

 But Band was not the only one looking for Elis Montero and he was not the only one who thought of checking the police computers and GPS. As Band kept shooting to the air the police patrol unit #91 arrived. They quickly took cover behind their car doors they aim their guns at Band as they yell “Freeze! Drop your  weapon!” Band did as order then he raised his hands. Elis herself she approach to make her first arrest . As she grabs her handcuffs she approach band and turned him around against the SUV as she reads Band his rights, “You got the right to remain silent…..” As she continues making the arrest, on the background a truck out of nowhere just ran against the police patrol killing Elis’s newly assign partner. Elis looks at the scene in shock as the truck keeps going and the brakes screeching on the street.

“Oh, no” Said band as he watches the machines emerging from the truck. Three Class C humanoid units emerge holding Shotguns and M-16s “Oh f#ck!” Elis, been the tool that all cops normally are, she proceeds to warning the “man” with the M-16 as she aimed her 9 mm at the human looking robot. “Freeze! Drop the weapon or I’ll shoot!” Band quickly snatched the gun from Elis and grabbing her by the wrist he pulled her as he ran for dear life. The three humanoid androids sprayed their fire power all over aiming to end the life of the rookie officer. Band keeps pulling Elis as he looks for a way to escape the deadly  machines. “Let go of me! Let go!” Screamed Elis to Band as she tried to get lose. Band strengthening his grip while he runs he shouted back at the police woman “Look lady, I'm having a terrible day. So you better shut the f#ck up before I start listening to you. I’m trying to save your life! That’s why I called you to the downtown and just like the chief in the police department, you f#ckers don’t f#cking listen! Now there are dozens of those things you saw back there looking for you, several others around the world. I’m sick and tired of explaining this same thing over and over! Now, come with me if you want to live or stay behind and try to get them to hand over their M-16s. ” The agitated Band lone then turned around kept running into small chain of stores.

Elis, who was thinking of going another way she then looked back and saw the same men along with several others browsing all over the streets. Panting in fear Elis realize the most logical reason is to go with the stranger that seems to be trying to protect her. Letting out a loud “Damn!” she then runs into the store looking around for Band. She shouts out “Lone!” “I knew you would do the right thing.” Band was leaning against the wall waiting for her knowing that she must survive for the future to unfold as it is on his future. “Now, c’mon lets go” Band runs off from the wall and grabbed Elis by the wrist making her fallow along. “Where are we going?” ask Elis as she fallowed Band. “To the police-yard. If we are lucky my motorcycle is still there. There should be weapons in it and we might get a better chance for survival.”

NYC, New York

     The man's neck snapped backwards.  A 360 to be exact.  Four vertebre tore and became completely detached while the skull shattered on the left side, sending bone shrapnel into his brain.  The nerves spazzed to quickly; the pain receptors never sent a responce.  His jaw broke from its left hinge, and the cheekbone was embedded deeper than it should've, but that was the idea.  Blood burst from the man's nose and mouth, pouring out like a pipeline exploded.  A redish-film formed over his eyes before they exploded from their sockets. His entire central nervous system stops. This has occured in two seconds.  Flat.  The man never screamed.  His scrambled brain ,that now looks like putty mixed with glass, didn't have time to send that order.
     At the one and a half second mark, when his brain waves ceased, twenty-five people died. 
     The man's body hits the ground.  Twenty-five others do the same.  Seven men, ten women, five teenagers in school, and three infants in the hospital.  Every one of them had their brains imploded.  The grey matter is seeping out of their eyes....onto the floor.  People are screaming...no, no....dogs.  They're barking.  But the children are screaming too.... 
     The man's blood is covering the floor.  The baby's brain is seeping into the hospital blanket.  Nurses are screaming....crying....screaming....

     "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"  The nightstand flies across the room.  The solid wood splinters...and then silence.  She stares straight ahead in the pitch black room for only a few seconds.  She takes in a quick, yet thoughtful breath.
     "Dangit."  Sylver sneers as she gets out of the bed and walks over to her old-fashioned vanity mirror.  She hates sleep.  Hates it like demons hate salt, or how bogers hate nice people, or how Jason hates stupid teenagers at Crystal Lake...or, or....
     Sylver ran a hand through her bright, red hair.  Gosh, she hated sleep.  As a vampire, she only required three hours of it.....every three weeks.  But she could still dream.  Or rather, have nightmares.  Dreams were non-existant.  Every nightmare was a memory...any memory, on any of the insane things she'd hunted down over the years.  The ones she hadn't been able to stop from killing innocent people.  But then again...
     Sylver smirked; one of her flashy-white fangs stuck out.  Then again...she had made their deaths worth while.  The telekinetic who killed the twenty five people had his head plastered with a crow bar, and his blood sucked dry.  Sylver sighed.  Her victim's discomfort seemed to be the only thing that appeaced her anger after their pointless massocers.  She flipped on her battery-powered lamp and looked into the mirror.  Sylver didn't trust technology...at least not alot of it.  anything that could be tracked or plugged into a wall, she didn't use.  Ya never know, Sylver thought, technology could really cause problems in the future.    
     Sylver cocked her head, thinking.  What face shall I put on today, since it'll be the last thing some people see?  She mused evilly.  Her hair changed to a deep black, reaching about half an inch above her shoulder, slightly shaggy in appearance, but very dark.  Her eyes fased to torquoise as she put on her black leather pants, one-shoulder cut-off shirt, gloves and boots.
     "Time to go to work."  She mumbled to herself, shutting the door to her underground house.

     Sylver stepped into the damp and mucky sewer tunnel.  Rats scattered everywhere, running for hiding.  They could sense what she was.  Grime and mold covered the walls, along with odds and ends of graffiti, at least five years old.  No kids had come down here in five years...or they had and Sylver never found their corpses.  There were other things below the surface besides Sylver...things that she knew best to let be.
     And yet, those other things were not the reason she was serching through the sewer.  Sylver's hearing was pretty enhanced, to say the least, and she'd picked up something pretty creepy a couple minutes before.  A wailing...a raving mad wail.  Normally, she would've dismissed that....it was common in a place like New York City.  But then she smelled blood.  Fresh and spilled...but the host, the wailing one, was still alive.  And still wailing.
     Several turns and twists of the vile catacombs lead into an open room (open by small-sewer-tunnel standards).  Sylver froze.  The "room" was a dome, and all the way up to the ceiling, were markings.  Religious symbols, stick figures, mindless scribbles, and words.  Sylver looked just beyond her, in a corner behind some pipes.  It was a human!  Sylver sniffed in deeply.  The bleeding, wailing human.  The green-brown, murky water surrounding her feet was mixing with the scattered streams of blood.
     Sylver approached him, slowly.  He didn't appear to be a threat, but she pulled her high-powered pistol out of its holster.  Just in case.  The man moaned, pulling himself tighter into a ball.  From the way he was dressed and how thin he was, Sylver understood that he was a homeless.  His oversized, and slightly shredded trenchcoat hung over his skin-and-bones form, while his rail-thin arms wrapped around his head.  He sniffled and growled randomly as she walked towards him; Sylver pointed the gun at him. 
     "Sir, can you hear me?"  He moaned louder, and pounded his feet on the wet floor.  He pulled his arms tighter around his face.  Sylver couldn't smell any drugs...so whatever was making this man tick had to be mental.  But why the blood?
     "Sir, I'm here to help you.  Please look at me and tell me what's happened."  He groaned some more and turned away.  Now if there was anything Sylver didn't have, it was patience.  "Sir..."  She grabbed his one arm and wrenched it away from his face.  Sylver gasped and the man threw himself at her, landing in the junky fluid, beating the ground with his fist.  He had no eyes...his sockets were bloody and empty.  The man screamed louder, wildly waving his arms toward the ceiling.  Sylver looked up.  
                                                                                 Humans End Now
     *Beep, Beep, Beep*  Sylver shuttered as her Wolf Pack communicator shocked her from her daze. 
     *Lone Wolf Alpha to Wolf's Den...help me.....*  
     Sylver eyes widened.  That was The Hunter.  And he didn't sound to good.  Sylver glanced over to the screaming madman, dancing and waving his arms like an idiot.  Normally, she would've dismissed this kind of thing as just another victim of insanity.  He somehow lost his job, family left him, took up a crazy religion and decided to predict the end of the world.  But...Sylver wondered....but it has to be more...it feels like more.
     *Klik*  A bullet hole was lodged in the crazy man's skull.  He stopped dancing.  Sylver whipped out another pistol.  Someone was there...or someth--
     *Padda, padda, padda*  The hot lead slicing through her body came before the machine gun's rapid fire sound.  Sylver forced her leg muscles to jump sideways.  She landed eight feet away, and the noise stopped.  Sylver hissed in anger.  Why hadn't she heard someone coming? Or at least smelled them...  "What the heck--"
     *Clank*  Sylver looked up.  A six foot skeleton robot glared down at her, red eyes scanning her.  
 **Subject: living.  Team: Wolf Pack.  Member: Sylver.   Subject found. Location acquired.  Operation finished.**  The voice came from the robot without its mouth moving.  It turned and began to walk away.  As it did, two bloodied eyeballs dropped from its metallic hand into the water.  Sylver couldn't have been more ticked.  What was this thing? Why the goodness didn't it fight her?  Location aquired?  It didn't make sense.  Her wounds sealed up. 
     "Alright, smart-alac.  We can fix that."  She muttered.  As fast as she could, Sylver sprung from the ground, launching herself at the robot while firing her weapons.  The bullets bounced off.  Crap...Sylver thought.  Quicker than any robot Sylver had ever seen, it dodged her, and was behind her in the blink of an eye.  Its large, thick fist slammed into her spine, smashing her and her momentom into the floor.  Sylver spat out the filthy water.  "Bloody robots....I hate robots!!!"  She spun around and rammed her fist into its face.  The impact split the skin off of her fingers, but dented the cyborg's nose in.  Its head snapped back slightly, and it would've been great, except for the machine gun firing into her legs. 
     "AAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!" Sylver screamed.  Her muscles were on fire.  She slammed her fist into its neck; it grabbed hers.  It lifted her into the air and began to squeeze.  She had to laugh.  "S-stupid robot...I'm already dead!" She kicked at its neck again, slicing something.  Apparently, robots get ticked off (mental note for the future).  It tossed Sylver across the room and sprayed another round of bullets into her.  The next few seconds were vague...she couldn't hear, or see...very well.  Where was the robot?  Aww, what the heck, where was she?  Her healing ability was working overtime, slowly returning her to normal.  Well...whatever normal was to an Elf vampire.  She opened her eyes.  The robot was gone.  The holes in her hand were reforming as she grasped her useless weapons.  Sylver staggared past the eye-less man and into the empty, soundless hall.  Nothing.
     *Beep, beep, beep*  Sylver groaned.  Why? Why, why, why, why, why?!  She flipped open the communicator.  It was Talon.  Sylver was to meet her, and whoever else showed, at the NYC HQ.  Sylver sighed, what else could possibly be wrong with the world besides stupid, vague, bloody robots?  She still wanted to know why it didn't kill her...or at least attempt to.  It just left her.  Odd.
     Sylver picked a few bullets out of her skin.  She would need to show these to Hunter....if HE was alive.  Sylver slowly began to levitate, and fly out of the sewer.  Next time she saw that stupid robot....she'd use her Staff. 
     Sylver snickered.  Humans End Now was what the man had written.  Maybe it wasn't even humans who should be worried, Sylver mused, maybe its those who aren't.  Then again, Sylver remembered, she'd always known that technology would be a problem.  Irony...she hated it.  Just like demons hate salt, and bogers hate nice people, and Jason hates stupid teenagers at Crystal Lake......

But before she could get out a black portal opened up in the center of the room. And there stood her. Talon had gone through a lot of emotion especially by Hunters actions but now on top of all that she was back and had company. “D….D….Damnation” she whispered thinking back to her first mission of the Pack. She looked at her fist that was clenched but before she could speak Damnation ran toward her and hugged her tightly. "It's been too long Talon!” “Sadly not long enough” she murmured. Gladly she soon let go of Talon and quickly she took a few steps back. Her anger was growing immensely and the effects of the full moon were not helping then any. "Mind if I come with you old friend? Of course you don't! I'll just follow you and help get back Thomas." “Oh so your still her friend” a voice whispered to Talon. She knew the right coerce of action would be to leave the girl behind but after looking at Hunter she decided to take Lee along.

“You may but understand one thing: you will listen to me and not go gallivanting like a child you will remain in check and not interfere with Thomas he’s change a lot had happened since…..you left so don’t expect the same things happening twice.” She said in a cold tone of voice running off into the darkness. The only reason she left so soon was to hid the tears running down hr face. This emotion first Hunter now Damnation and the emotions that they brought to her were unspeakable pain to her. She did not know what she was feeling, she had no Idea what to do about it and she had no Idea who she was. Her black hair blew in the cold wind of the night. Thomas’s scent was clod she would need to gain distance and fast. But first she attempted to contact him.

 “Thomas Lee Jamison this is Talon of the Wolf Pack, Hunter had recently came in contact with a foe of unspeakable power ad understanding. It attempted to assassinate him but he was save. Hunter has informed me to bring all the Wolf Pack members together to meet out the outskirts of New York.” there was no reply and Talon sighed. Then growling she continued “And weather you like it or not Thomas your going to be and I’ll make sure of it…” She hanged up and another rush of anger ran through him. “He deserted the Pack that coward!” Talon then stopped and looked at the ground. It was true that she was angry but not at Thomas he had gone through a lot of pain, pain that she could understand. She knew what Weapon X was capable of they had produced her ad trained her to be a weapon twice in her life and each time she became more and more of a weapon until she was now an animal.

But she could not help wonder how they found him…Was it her fault? Did she connect to his capered by the Facility. Was HYDRA looking for her…..were they trying to tell her something.. Something that she should have known along time ago. “No matter where I go no matter what I do…it will always be the same…..they will come for me and take me back!” a tear ran down her eyes. This pain that Thomas felt she could relate to better than any one. She had once been normal and then they took it away from her. Thomas needed her help weather he wanted it or not. He had saved her back at the Pyramid on her first mission and now it was her turn. She knew what he would do it would be what she still does: Run away from her problems. She could not help but feel responsible for what happened to him. If it was any one else that HYDRA then she’s go and kill the bastards but no it was then her creators and her executioners. She then looked up and unleashed her claws. Isaac soon appeared next to her and sighed “You are going after the Lycan Jamison are you not.” Talon smiled “Yes I am” “And what of Damnation Lee?”
There was a slight pause as she thought a moment and sighed. “If she can keep up she can come”. Talon was hurt by Damnations absence with no word no singe for all she knew Talon thought Damnation was lost forever. Talon then grabbed Isaacs hand tightly and smiled “Ok now take me to Shadow” nodding his head in agreement her froze “Shadow who?” rolling her eyes Talon teleported the two of them away. There designation was unclear in Isaacs mine though he was a god like entity the was of humans always astonished him. They were at an old shack in the middle of Canada. Yep the Canadian mountains one of the most dangerous place fro Talon to be yet there were things she needed to know about Thomas about what happened and Cassidy would know about these sort of stuff. “Wait out side” Talon said to Isaac entering the house. Isaac folded him arms and sighed “that girl is going to get us both killed one day…very soon.”

Talon entered the dimly lit house. Though there were candle set on a table. Talon knowing her “Friend” well seated herself and awaited. “What do you want” a weak vice asked in the shadows. “I…I want you help a men m friend I need to….to find out what happened to…” “Thomas Lee Jamison the Lycan of the Wolf Pack is that not correct?” Talon sighed “Hay keep your mind to yourself and leave mine alone!!!”. Cassidy smiled and sat across from her. “A lot has happened Zenith not all I can account for yet I know that what you ask comes with a price.” Ravaging her hands through her hair she finally said “I know what you want….and I’ll give it to yah just give me what I want!”. Cassidy could see that her friend was in a hurry so she informed her of what she knew from Weapon X. Now Talon did not work for Weapon X but she knew many people that worked there she had….connections as Cassidy code name Shadow was one of them. Now Talon did not enjoy spending time with Hydra agents she knew that even moment she spent her endangered her life…..

Emerging from the shack Talon stood with a grim look on her face. Isaac leaped of his feet and dashed toward her but before he could open his mouth she spoke “No time he’s on the move and we need to get to him before he lands.” Looking at her peculiarly “did she tell you that?” “No…..but I know Thomas he would not remain US if he wanted to fun away he’d leave and go come where to get away from it all….” There was a long pause of silence the Talon spoke wit much more emotion. “Isaac it was horrible” she said “They changed him! He’s different they the facility HYDRA what every they’re calling themselves now they altered him. He’s metallic I don’t exactly know but what I do know is that bad stuff happened to Hunter and to Thomas and no doubt he’s feeling responsible and no doubt he does not want to be messed with.” He tone then purged the emotion and she then said “But I need to find him and Talk to him…..he may be my superior but I want to help him….he’s my friend and weather he considers me a friend I don’t care if I have to go to the depths of hell for him but I’ll being him back.”

Isaac smiled and then spoke “So how did you get her to talk to you?” Isaac was not stupid he knew that if Talon wanted information it would come at a price but he soon wished never to have asked that question. Sagging her head Talon spoke “Nothing” Isaac was a persistent man he would not let her stop there “The truth” “My freedom” she replied and began to run again. “What could she have meant” he thought a moment. But soon realizing that she would talk of it no longer he flew after her and soon landed in front of her. “Isaac get out of here I can handle myself..” she said her yellow eyes glaring at him. “What of the girl Damnation you should wait for her” the sound of that name angered her and she began to growl “I don’t have time” she roared “I need to find Thomas Lee NOW!!! Nothing else matters now get out!” Talon knew she was overreacting but it was her time when she would be most edgy and violent. She could become an animal if she was not carful and sanity she seemed to be loosing every second.

She looked around noticing the Isaac was gone she sighed. “Some things are better left alone.” She said to herself. Her mind was clouded and would need to be purged if she was to come in contact with the Lycan know as Thomas Lee Jamison. So she sat on the ground and laid her back against the soft grass. She stared up at the stare filled sky and commenced in calming herself down so at least she would not be growling at any one. She needed to get a lock on Thomas’s scent no matter how far he was if she got his scent then she could teleport to his location. Though it was risky using Gemini like this she knew that time was not her side and that she needed to find him pronto. After a brief moment of silence Talon got up and looked around. She was in a much calmer state and regretted her actions toward Isaac but Damnation……that was a whole different matter that she would deal with late.

Quickly her bright yellow feral eyes glanced a moment in the sky she could hear something…..no.. She soon breathed deeply and got it! His scent stale and cold but she had found it he was as good as found. Hope soon filled her and she felt like Talon again, She now needed to complete her mission. So reaching up she summoned her sword Gemini. The brilliant sword reflected the light of the moon but also gave off light of its own. The blue glow that moved from the sword to her gave her strength but while lying on the floor she had already gained most of it by recalling the memories that now scarred her being. She could still not get what Hunter did out of her mind. It seemed to below him emotion she most of the time considered them a weakness but he embraced him feelings him. The Hunter. Of all people he unleashed them on her and now she had no Idea how to cope with what was running through her mind.

Holding tightly to her sword she uttered the words that she would always use in times of need “Zenith Andolen Gemini!” and with a flash of blue light she was gone once more. Teleported to Thomas’ location or that was what she thought. She soon found herself holding onto deal life. Her claws jabbed into the hull of what she could figure a plane! She could feel that the air was thing and she needed to get in. “Great a dang plane why not a boat hell why not stay in the freken country….but no you had to go loose yourself and then find yourself…!” Talons instincts were taking control of her emotions once more though she forced desperate to keep them back. It would be a miracle if Thomas would even be able to stop her from attacking him on sight which she planned not to do that. Quickly with another flash of light she found herself in a comfy area of the plane. She looked a wreck all of her hair tangled and draped over her face. Then her bright animal like eyes that stared at every shifting thing. And for a second only a second she was an actual animal no thought only instincts and the strangest thing was….she enjoyed it. But soon she regained her sanity and looked before her and no doubt it was Thomas Lee Jamison.

After gathering her thoughts she spoke her voice shaking but filled with raw emotion just waiting to be unleashed. “Thomas Lee Jamison of the Wolf Pack Hunter requires your assistance in the coming task..”

ok and now the real speech. “Thomas I…I don’t know what happened….well I do but I know that it was not your fault…..well it was but I mean you did all you could and Hunter he well needs you more than ever now…see he was almost killed and not for me and Risky he would have been dead…” then her emotion quickly changed.
 
“You should have been there…..but you weren’t and thank god that I was because you know I don’t desert my team never…not when they need me and not when they don’t. You can’t run away you need to stop if you were there Hunter….Samson might had lived…but obviously you did not care enough cause where were you? You were on the run running from what? Your fear you thoughts your guilt and anger.”

Then again she changed “You need to stop running away and face the music! Trust me I may be 16 but my experience I know the feeling. Thomas I spent 12 years alone 12 years in that place in the Facility but not even the one you were in. It was much worse. Where I come from the technology was so far advanced that HYDRA…weapon X could do any thing you could imagine and thinking back to those painful memories I realize how lucky you were. You did not go through that hell you were spared it! Don’t you think that you’re the only one who knows what your going through! Because though I might know all the details I know that you did not spent 12 years in that  place even though it might have felt that way. I spent 12 years Thomas 12 hard, painful years that have changed me. You think you know me well your wrong no body can know me cause I was not created for people to know me! They tortured me from the age of birth till the day I left. I use to go to sleep with the screams and cries of those left alive. I would be but through targeting practice where I’d get shot at and have to pull the bullets out of my body to survive. I was put through electrical torture and drugging just because they wanted to see my reaction and you know my reaction was!?”

she paused gathering her breath  “At the end of it all I became a weapon, a monster an animal and only one thing I was made to do: Kill. From that day on I was a twisted girl messed up I’m a psychopath with an unstable mind and another personality of mine wanting to kill me and onto of all that you don’t see me running away do you? Yes there are times when I want to give up but you can’t do that.”
 
“Thomas you’re a Lycan with honor and bravery your no twisted freak like me. You have a heritage a legacy and you’re a legend in your own way. I don’t care how you look on the outside it’s the inside that counts your heart mind and soul and they Thomas are jewels. Thomas on our first mission you were basined to me a 16 year old paired with a Lycan such as you yet you treated me as an equal waited on me and did not make me feel like I was alone you saved my life weather you see that or not and I consider you my friend like I do the rest of the Pack”

“But…..Hunter needs you and I’ll be frank I aint leaving here with out you and the only way your not coming with me is if you killed me which I am very sure that you could. “ Then she kneeled before the great Lycan and lowered her head. Then she outstretched her right hand and Gemini appeared. Soon she put it by Thomas and spoke “If I can not complett my mission you will kill me, for that is the only thing left as a purpose in me Thomas to fulfill the wishes of Hunter and the Pack. I won’t fight you and I won’t force you to come with me unless I have to but things have changed. My sanity is slipping away from me as you have no doubt noticed my intense mood swings and I sejest that either you kill me if you will not accompany me back to New York city but even then I may be out of control or if you do not wish to listen to me kill me for I will not bear the disgrace of it but if you do neither you….will very soon be dealing with a 16 year old girl acting like an animal and I can not assure how that will go.” She paused as she could feel the moon taking its toll on her. “So Thomas Lee Jamison make your decision….and fast……..please.”

The flight had been so far good. Thomas he been able to just stick his hat right over his face and lay back. No one had bothered him so far, as the flight had only been going through the air for approximately two hours. He didn't blame the people for not tending to him, after all he did look like he was sleeping. And, stewardesses and stewards never bothered someone sleeping. Unless of course, it was because of a mealtime in which everyone was supposed to eat or at least be given the food that was paid for the long, almost twenty hour flight. Even more important, the flight was empty. Vacation season had long passed, and only returning Asians were on the flight, most of which flew commercial. A select few were seated in first class, and Thomas heard just from transferring their separate talks that all were vastly wealthy.

  Besides the talking of the pilot before turbulence, Thomas hadn't really been bothered by any vocal speech. That was until his ears, metallic as they were, pricked up into the air upon another person seemingly 'entering' the area. The pairs of eyes literally were boring towards his body, yet Thomas made no intention or movement that he was acknowledging this new person. Instead he honed in on the heartbeat near him, it was one he had felt before. He knew who it was the moment it hit the tenth beat. Fuck... Seriously. Does it have to be Talon of all the people? As if on que Talon began speaking, as if trying to inspire him to come back- to look back on what had happened and just return to his former friends and allies.

 “Thomas Lee Jamison of the Wolf Pack Hunter requires your assistance in the coming task..”

Wolf Pack, huh? This is getting annoying. Why for the love of god can't these people just let me recuperate away from them? Does every crisis need me, or am I just a dispensable soldier for their worthless dammed cause?

 “Thomas I…I don’t know what happened….well I do but I know that it was not your fault…..well it was but I mean you did all you could and Hunter he well needs you more than ever now…see he was almost killed and not for me and Risky he would have been dead…” 

 He had confusing feelings inside him. Thomas didn't flinch, but the feeling that a good person could have died totally blew him away.  Whoever or whatever did that to Hunter had to have had serious strength and speed, and a fiendishly fast mind in order to quickly dispense a fast paced person like William. On the other hand, these people were slow in saving him from being a monster. And... Talon thought she could pep talk Thomas into coming back. Yet, he could feel that there would be a strike of anger towards him for abandoning his 'family.'
 
“You should have been there…..but you weren’t and thank god that I was because you know I don’t desert my team never…not when they need me and not when they don’t. You can’t run away you need to stop if you were there Hunter….Samson might had lived…but obviously you did not care enough cause where were you? You were on the run running from what? Your fear you thoughts your guilt and anger.”

And there it was. The anger in which he had expected from Talon. ' Oh how you don't give a shit' and all this other junk that was supposed to make him bitter, and truly he was already bitter from what he had already been through.  In aspect, she was on the right line, just one at a fork. Talon was confused in every way, and in order to actually strike a person like Thomas when he was angry, you would have to really punch a hole through him emotionally. But, for someone like Thomas, with almost five hundred years of life weighing him down, Thomas wouldn't care for some young girl thriving on her instincts and feelings. 

“You need to stop running away and face the music! Trust me I may be 16 but my experience I know the feeling. Thomas I spent 12 years alone 12 years in that place in the Facility but not even the one you were in. It was much worse. Where I come from the technology was so far advanced that HYDRA…weapon X could do anything you could imagine and thinking back to those painful memories I realize how lucky you were. You did not go through that hell you were spared it! Don’t you think that you’re the only one who knows what you’re going through! Because though I might know all the details I know that you did not spent 12 years in that  place even though it might have felt that way. I spent 12 years Thomas 12 hard, painful years that have changed me. You think you know me well your wrong nobody can know me cause I was not created for people to know me! They tortured me from the age of birth till the day I left. I use to go to sleep with the screams and cries of those left alive. I would be but through targeting practice where I’d get shot at and have to pull the bullets out of my body to survive. I was put through electrical torture and drugging just because they wanted to see my reaction and you know my reaction was!?” 

Self-Righteous little girl. Thinks she can opinionate on me, yet she doesn't realize that I have gone through more than her twelve years. I am an animal hated by man- no, feared by man. Why? Because I was so powerful, so forceful, and mentally stronger than any one human or ten folds of that. Thomas knew her little speech wasn't over, but if it would have been, he would of torn her up at that moment. If she thinks twelve fearful years were hell, try living your whole life as someone hated by everyone, especially after they found out what you really were. 

  “At the end of it all I became a weapon, a monster an animal and only one thing I was made to do: Kill. From that day on I was a twisted girl messed up I’m a psychopath with an unstable mind and another personality of mine wanting to kill me and onto of all that you don’t see me running away do you? Yes there are times when I want to give up but you can’t do that.”
 
“Thomas you’re a Lycan with honor and bravery your no twisted freak like me. You have a heritage a legacy and you’re a legend in your own way. I don’t care how you look on the outside it’s the inside that counts your heart mind and soul and they Thomas are jewels. Thomas on our first mission you were basined to me a 16 year old paired with a Lycan such as you yet you treated me as an equal waited on me and did not make me feel like I was alone you saved my life weather you see that or not and I consider you my friend like I do the rest of the Pack”

It was angrily funny to him. Talon thought herself a monster, but he couldn't be one? His skin was metal, hard alloy. Cold, and sometimes, Thomas could feel that that coldness would reflect on his heart at times. Times like this mostly, and especially when people like Talon; young and naive, thought they were so underprivileged because of their hellish, historical past. Now, times her age by thirty, and you would probably equal Thomas, maybe even younger. Now, consume Talon's anger, rage, and pain, and retract it in thirty times its strength. That was Thomas, that was Thomas like an over-boiling pot.

“But…..Hunter needs you and I’ll be frank I aint leaving here without you and the only way your not coming with me is if you killed me which I am very sure that you could. If I cannot complete my mission you will kill me, for that is the only thing left as a purpose in me Thomas to fulfill the wishes of Hunter and the Pack. I won’t fight you and I won’t force you to come with me unless I have to but things have changed. My sanity is slipping away from me as you have no doubt noticed my intense mood swings and I sejest that either you kill me if you will not accompany me back to New York city but even then I may be out of control or if you do not wish to listen to me kill me for I will not bear the disgrace of it but if you do neither you….will very soon be dealing with a 16 year old girl acting like an animal and I cannot assure how that will go.”



“So Thomas Lee Jamison make your decision….and fast……..please.”


After a few moments pause, Thomas retraced her speech, and threw most of it clean out of his mind. The only parts he remembered were the insult on his pride, and of what he was doing. Then he stood in front of her, the hat still covering his face. Upon Talon just appearing, many of the Asians had caught on to listening to the conversation. Some were whispering to each other, saying it was like a SOAP Opera. Talon probably didn't know what they were saying, but Thomas sure did, and he was going to get very angry if they continued to talk about simple things not that important.

Then, Thomas tore away the hat covering his metallic face. As the lights hit his face, a glaring light shined upon everybody's eyes. The light was almost blinding, yet everyone would recover within the minute. Making sure Talon was still paying attention, Thomas began to respond.

“I don't want to answer Hunter's call for assistance. He has his allies and his friends and all of the things he needs. One short run with death won't kill a Lycan. I am my own entity, someone now a monster running from the fear of denial. You didn't know what happened to me... Now you do. So now do you understand why I run? Why I don't think myself a man anymore?"

Thomas pointed to his face with anguish.

“This runs across my whole body. I am a monster living in a world where monsters are hunted by humans, especially the delusional bitches sitting around us. They listen to you us because of curiosity at first, but now they listen because of the sword in your hand, and my skin. I can't be anywhere, and if William got caught, not my problem. If something got him, not my problem. His fault for being caught off guard in a world where greed rules, and religion attempts to shed light upon those 'sins."

Thomas lowered his gaze, his hands, and unclenched his fists which had been balled for so long.

" Samsun was a loss that I shall not dwell upon. He was a loyal companion to the Hunter, and a loyal bird at that. Kempt by his self-loyalty to his master. I further more need no heed on that subject- so don't guilt me into coming back."

With ferocity he returned a fierce gaze towards Talon again. To us an animal was monstrous, even if it meant returning somene back for a good 'cause.'

" You think I don't know what things are capable of? You dare talk about me? You dare? I don't have any pride left. I have been hunted for centuries, and you think your twelve years even comes up to my torment? I know your nightmares don't creep towards you at every turn. Imagine sleeping, or simply dozing off, and seeing the worst parts of your life flash by so quick and intense that you wake in your bed wet with the sweat from your body! I don't honestly care what you do or not, because I'm not you. I'm more of a monster than you, but you think you’re a fiend. I would spit on you with hate right now."

He chuckled. Thomas couldn't bare the prospect of even looking towards spitting on Talon, but that was just for effect.

“After all... I only saved your life on the first mission because I knew that you would become something great. You are that something right now, and you want to throw your life away because I don't want to come back with you? I would rather deal with you right now; kill everyone on the plane, than return. When you respond to what I say,  I want you to respond shortly and briefly done on why I should come back. If you can't, I furthermore have no need for returning to America where the people I protect think I'm a monster. If you want to fight, I'm ready. I doubt any of your attacks will really actually kill me or really hurt me. So go, make something up that will make me return. Or either fight me until you or I win. If you win, I’ll come back in shackles and chains, if I win, you will most likely be dead."

“I don't want to answer Hunter's call for assistance. He has his allies and his friends and all of the things he needs. One short run with death won't kill a Lycan. I am my own entity, someone now a monster running from the fear of denial. You didn't know what happened to me... Now you do. So now do you understand why I run? Why I don't think myself a man anymore?"

Now Talon could have argued it was one of the things she was quite good at even now. But he did no need words and she knew that. She wanted to help him but he was so blind, blinded by every thing. This conversation reminded her of her late brother and herself. The conversations they’d get in all the time. She would constantly keep getting herself into trouble constantly run and he would be as annoying to go after her every time. And so she partly understood Thomas’s. But she wanted him to see something that she had saw. She felt like decking him out of the plan and then drowning him because of his stupidity. He was such a brave person yet when it came to what he was he might as well have been a two year old.

“This runs across my whole body. I am a monster living in a world where monsters are hunted by humans, especially the delusional bitches sitting around us. They listen to you us because of curiosity at first, but now they listen because of the sword in your hand, and my skin. I can't be anywhere”

And when he showed his face she did not flint. She had seen much worse things in life than that. To her it was only something about him nothing she would linger on. Talon was a child and dealt with simplistic things if she wanted to. And you notice that sometimes when you show things that are scary or disgusting they don’t flinch they would act the same way they would in any situation. And that is how she acted now. The was nothing hideous about him yes she was sure he would never be accepted into the world. Because the world would always fear what they can not explain. She wanted to make him make him listen to her and for the first time she understood what it took Logan when ever he talked to her. She understood the pain of watching some one you care for just loose then self and when you offer help they tell you to go.
“and if William got caught, not my problem. If something got him, not my problem. His fault for being caught off guard in a world where greed rules, and religion attempts to shed light upon those 'sins."

How dared him speak of Hunter like that and that was actually the first time when she instinctively wanted to kill him. She wanted to take her sword and swing it around. She wanted his decapitation on her hands. She wanted to see the blood spew out of the wounds on his chest as she lapsed it up. She wanted to bite off each of his limbs. She wanted him to suffer and for the first time in a long time she felt pure hatred pure anger toward him. He dare insult Hunter the way he did. She should have killed him the moment she stepped on the plane but she was weak. She thought that maybe once just maybe she could talk to him reason. But know he was thick, selfish, self centered and stupid beyond any thing she could possibly believe he could.

" Samsun was a loss that I shall not dwell upon. He was a loyal companion to the Hunter, and a loyal bird at that. Kempt by his self-loyalty to his master. I further more need no heed on that subject- so don't guilt me into coming back."

No she was not going to do that. She had just made a choice to bring his body to hunter weather dead or alive she was going to kill him. Even if he did agree to come with her eventually it would be to late. Her calm kind state of mind was long gone she was ready to kill him ready this second to bring this plane down drown him purposefully drown him. She imagined the scenario and could see what the future held for him. She was ashamed, ashamed that she even thought it possible to bring him back. Yah she did not give him a self esteem speech but she did what she could and told him what she knew. And It hurt her inside she was crying if she was any where else she would have collapsed into tears. To see someone who she thought was so loyal to brave who she trusted and would have died for go down the wrong path. But she was young when she joined the pack even though the same age she was young and now she had learned one thing: Look out for yourself, friends are irrelevant and loyalty is out dated. 

" You think I don't know what things are capable of? You dare talk about me? You dare? I don't have any pride left. I have been hunted for centuries, and you think your twelve years even comes up to my torment? I know your nightmares don't creep towards you at every turn. Imagine sleeping, or simply dozing off, and seeing the worst parts of your life flash by so quick and intense that you wake in your bed wet with the sweat from your body! I don't honestly care what you do or not, because I'm not you. I'm more of a monster than you, but you think you’re a fiend. I would spit on you with hate right now.

No he was wrong he knew nothing of her pain. Yes she had not lived as long but pain no he could never understand it. Understand that even night she would see the faces of those that she assassinated back at WEAPON X. That she would always be reminded of her brothers death. No maybe to him it was nothing but she was a kid she was a child and had gone through this hell. No one could understand her pain she was alien to this world maybe back in her old she would have been understood but here. These frail creatures these Lycans humans the whole lot of them could never understand where she came from. They could not possibly even think of the dark things she had to battle and witness. She had actually been to hell and back again and now she felt like unleashing all hell on this meaningless little beast who dared insult Hunter and get away with it.

“After all... I only saved your life on the first mission because I knew that you would become something great. You are that something right now, and you want to throw your life away because I don't want to come back with you?”

Yes. It was something she learned back at Weapon X. If she was not to fulfill her mission she would have been tortured and would have rather died. That was the agent in her. But she did not care if she had something to live for the words that Thomas said had shattered it all.
“ I would rather deal with you right now; kill everyone on the plane, than return. When you respond to what I say,  I want you to respond shortly and briefly done on why I should come back. If you can't, I furthermore have no need for returning to America where the people I protect think I'm a monster. If you want to fight, I'm ready. I doubt any of your attacks will really actually kill me or really hurt me. So go, make something up that will make me return. Or either fight me until you or I win. If you win, I’ll come back in shackles and chains, if I win, you will most likely be dead."

“I can say nothing you have proven what I say.” She sagged her head as a tear slid down it. “You are a coward Thomas..you’ve changed or maybe I was to blind to see who you really are. When I first met you I thought I truly thought that you would carry on through the bas stuff and though I could argue with every thing you said I won’t. But your right Thomas you are a monster and yah know you deserved every thing you getting now I don’t care any more! I thought that maybe I could have talked to you make you see the light but now I can see that only pain and suffering you’ll endure and guess what I’ll enjoy watching you suffer. You’re a no good mutt and yah know if a human was to kill you then I’d help them cause you’ve lost every thing as you said. So run away like the freak you are meaningless worthless animal. As for me I’ll be a freak I’ll be an assassin but at least I would not be running away. I actually thought you were a valuable asset to the team I actually thought of you as a friend and yes your right I was wrong cause I was nothing but a tool to you.

Used and then so easily thrown away. But then don’t come back with me and if Hunter asks I’ll just say  I could not find you cause I know this might hurt him and I don’t want to do that. And for heavens sake Hunter if twice the man that you are. Don’t you ever think that the pain you go through and he goes through are the same. He risked his life. His life for you back there and this is what you do to repay him well then do it I won’t stand in your way! I want to kill you Thomas and mark my words once this threat blows over I’ll be coming after you not to talk but to kill you and I really don’t care about any thing else because you will die and I’d be overjoyed when you do. You’re a waste of space Hunter should have left you there to rot to become a weapon cause at least then you would not have become an animal.” Her eyes now had a reddish appearance to them as she clenched her teeth. And you know the worst part of it all? Hunter thought you were his friend he treated you like a brother and this is what you show him, your ungrateful, little swine, your heart is hardened and you will face your fate soon.”

She then fell silent. For there was nothing else to say to this man. He was nothing any more the man she knew was dead. Talon could be changed so easily like what Hunter did to her changed her this would to but for the worst. She now saw what it meant to be disloyal a coward. Thomas had show her how untrusting the people of this planet could be ever changing like shifting sand. And there was no doubt in her mind that she was going to kill him she wanted to more than ever she wanted to do it NOW! But she was now scarred for a lifetime for she had single handedly watched the down fall of a mighty man now to a cowarding beast.

“You are a traitor to your kind, cause if the other Lycans where any thing like you I’d say they deserve their fate but gladly there’s no one like you Thomas. I look at Hunter gone through great pain lost a lot but still kicking he did not run but you did and you’ll pay the consequences even though it might seem better you’ll soon learn the truth. For today Jamison you have made a deadly enemy, and I will kill you I promise I will!” and with that she summoned her sword and left the fool to sit and await judgment and she would distribute it on him once and for all. She found herself in New You’re her eyes now bright red and glowing brightly. She wanted to kill something she wanted to let go of sanity and embrace the animal Thomas how could he? But she wanted to. So walking slowly to the outside of the city she collapsed on the floor. For what she had seen today was something like no other by some one who she never thought capable of. Sweat streamed down her face as she stared up at the moon and she had an urge. One she had wanted to do every full moon but kept holding back. But no more she would embrace this animal only for a moment yet she would. So in the cold of the night she let out a howl a long icy howl that could be heard from the very city itself. And for this part of time she had the mind of an animal and animal that only wanted revenge. It was a strange feeling letting go of Talon and taking the animal but if felt good. Good to be free good to be alive and good to be back.

Running as fast as they could using alternative routs Band and Elis apparently manage to escape the C units for the moment. Band drags Elis to a busstop waiting line. He looks around the perimeter to make sure they are clear of the android humanoids chasing them. The busstop seems to be clear. "Are they gone?” ask Elis to the aware Band Lone who replies “Yes, we’re clear.” “What were those things?” ask Elis to Band. “Androids from the future. Some are covered by Duroplast, is a pliant plastic. While other are covered by genuine clone human tissues. It all to appear human and move around with out been notice. They are here to kill those who are a threat to the machine empire in the future.” Elis seems not to understand what Band is trying to tell her. “So, you are saying that time travel is possible, and these things came all the way from the future just to kill some people?” Band replies “Not just some people. The resistance, or as the members call themselves “Tech-Com”. They been fighting for years against the androids, but when the rumors of time traveling reached the resistance, all hope was lost. Elis Montero and the leader of the very first resistance were worried about the project, risking it all they infiltrated the forbidden city and manage to kidnap a few slave workers. The workers became agents to the resistance and told them everything, all the plans. That’s how Tech-Com discovered that the machines were transporting something important, which was the prototype time traveling machine that brought me to this time.”

Band notice the line to board one of the buses is moving and he grabs Elis by the hand and walks in the bus. As they look for a seat Elis curious of her future self, she ask “So. If I’m alive in the future why try to save me? I mean, wouldn’t that means the future is already written?” Band sits on the very back seat of the bus and sits Elis right beside him. Then he replies. “The future can be altered because here it has not happened yet.. The future as I know it, at this moment in this present is written in a file in a super computer… which will soon become the androids’ leading software. If you are killed here chances are that you just disappear in the future.” But Band’s word seem odd to Elis, she couriously ask “Disappears? Just like that? Something existing just vanish? Isn't that a bit.. Strange?" "Hey, I’m a delivery boy. I don’t know what is going to happen. But I’m really hoping its true. That way I can end this whole nightmare myself.” replied Band to Elis’s disbelief.

Police yard:

As Damnation followed Talon she could feel the tension between the two of the them. Looking over at Talon she said "Talon I'm sorry for leaving you for so long but you must understand I didn't want to be gone for that long. When I left last time I found a very evil man trying to revive my sister Lucy and he was close to succeeding. In a last ditch effort I turned the tables on him and caused my sister to be revived but not in the evil way he intended. Sadly when we were finally reunited she told me that she could no longer belong to this world and that I shouldn't have revived her in the first place. Then taking the last bit of her energy she used it to purify me so that I could break the chains of holy binding and get back the other piece of my soul. Finally returning I ended up like this. Most of my powers are gone but at least I'm able to spend time with my would have been daughter." smiling wide before Talon suddenly disappeared. Stopping Damnation sighed not knowing weather any of her words reached Talon. Then following her energy she found her but strangely she was moving... and fast.

Thinking for a second Damnation thought "I could open a portal near by and jump on whatever they're moving in but that could be dangerous even for Alice... I guess I'll just have to track Talon and wait for her to get off." sitting back as her and Alice waited the moon light curressing her cheek as she thought "Because of a simple mistake I've been abandoned once again. The team I was a part of doesn't care about me, my sister's still dead, Talon hates me, and no one seems to care." a tear running down her cheek. Suddenly Alice jumped off her shoulders and looked Damnation right in the eyes saying "What's wrong auntie Hope?" her small face confused but still cute. Trying to hide her sorrow Damnation said "Oh it's nothing Alice... don't worry about it." Damnation now on the verge of full blown balling. Looking at the sky Alice said in her usual cute voice "Hey auntie Hope why aren't we going after her? ...I think we should find her again so you can tell her how you feel! Then we can all be together again!" a warm childish smile going across her face. Looking at Alice Damnation smiled her tear subsiding as she said "You're right. We can't give up now that we've come this far!" standing up she finished "Let's go Alice!" Alice smiling as she cheered and got on her shoulders again. Finally opening a black portal Damnation and Alice walked through. As Talon finished teleporting she saw a black portal open beside her as Damnation and Alice walked out. Turning to her Damnation put out her hand as she yelled "Please Talon stop! Just listen to me!" a desperately shouting to Talon. Then looking into her eyes Damnation said "Please Talon... I would never intentionally hurt you infact I only want to help you because..." pausing for a second before shouting "I love you!" tears falling from her eyes. Smiling at her with her gentle innocent piercing green eyes Alice said "Come on Tailon (Talon) please forgive my auntie Hope. Pweeeeeease." giving the quote unquote puppy dog eyes.

The dim sun began to rise as she soon felt the warm heat that it gave off. She moaned her body was stiff and she felt wet with her own sweat. She rolled onto her back and stared up at the sky. Her eyes squinted at the bright light of the sun. She felt like a Vampire needing to get out of the light. But her limbs were so stiff that she could really not move or at least did not want to. There was a light breeze that cooled her off as she ran her hands through her tangled hair that laid spread out on the grass. The Grass was wet with the morning dew that was brushing up against her arms. Her memories were hazy as to what happened last night after she had left Thomas and even before that she could not quiet put together all the pieces. “Hate it Hate, hate, hate it!” she groaned as she sat up strait. Her skin was clammy and at that moment she noticed that she was very close to nakedness.

Once noticing this she bit her lip causing it to bleed to stop herself from screaming. Moving her hand from forehead she could feel that she was an oddly warm temperature. “Oh yah I can handle the full moon, load of bull..” she continued whispering. “Hello Zenith” the tormenter had returned to torture her even further. “Isaac I swear that if you look at me I’ll” but before she could finish her said calmly “Do not worry it is not any thing I have not seen before”. Gladys her hair was loose and long covering what needed to be covered on top. She stared at him in astonishment and wanted to ask how but knew there was no point. “What happened” she asked looking away. “A quick summary ok well you gruled Thomas with words you were a viper spitting poison while you spoke to him insulting him in every way possible. Then you left him..” “Wait I did what!!” “Excuse me Zenith it is very rued to just shout something out, but you were very rude as well as vicious to the man I feel sorry for him”.

Talon did not move but her memories soon cleared as she realized what happened. “Me! I was overacting me!?” he just looked at her “I did not say that” “He was being…..and he said…”. “He was hurt”. Talon got to her feet and walked up to Isaac glaring at him with her emerald eyes. But she soon calmed herself and looked to the ground. “No..your…you are right, I left him but I could not stay! He…was impossible I wanted to kill him!”. He soon removed her shirt and put it on her she looked at him and smiled. She had never seen him with a bear chest before. “Why did you do that” “Well I have seen that earth men do not require shirts as much as some” she blushed slightly “Well you learn fast”.

“So you will leave him” Isaac asked “He wanted to be left !” she said between clenched teeth. “You left first!”. She ran off and Isaac pursued her as he would. He knew how unstable she was and when the council chose him to watch over her he never thought that he could be come so attacked to his job. But she had become a dear friend to him and the only one he had. “So are you running away!” he shouted. Talon refused to comply “You told him he left now your leavening aren’t you!” “I’m not worthy!” she said slowing her pace. “I what I said to Thomas there is no excuse I was wrong I was not myself but as I said no excuse I should have caged the beast but instead I fueled it. And now it’s to late..I left him but I only did that because if I had not I would have killed him or at least tried to.” Her voice was filled with regret funny she always seemed to be regretting things now a days. 

“We need to I need to get Thomas..” but before she could reply a black portal opened and walking through it was Damnation. Isaac then took the opportunity and disappeared. "Please Talon stop! Just listen to me!" Damnation yelled. There was so much she had almost forgotten about her through the full moon Thomas and Hunter. "Please Talon... I would never intentionally hurt you in fact I only want to help you because...". Talon did not have time for this she needed to complete her mission but the next words that Damnation uttered stopped her heart from beating. "I love you!". And at that moment that very moment she felt as if time had stopped dead. She could not move say a word she only stained at the tear stained young girl before her.

"Come on Tailon (Talon) please forgive my auntie Hope. Pweeeeeease." Alice said with large eyes. Talon felt as if she was faint and light headed. This was to much so much that not even she could handle. Her a weapon now feeling these feelings. “Damnation..” she stared but soon stopped “You…me…I…I..mean…love” Talon stammered. But she had a mission to complete and to much was happening so fast so thinking a moment she needed a distraction. So summoning her sword she held it tightly in her fist and shouted. “I, Zenith Andolen Gemini command thee”. With those words there was a bright flash and before them sat Thomas Lee Jamison still in his first class seat though with out the plain and other people. It was actually a funny sight and Talon could not help but smile. A strong bulky man in an airplane seat in the middle of the woods. With a 16 year old girl wearing an over large T-shirt that went down to her knees hiding all that needed to be. And to make things worse she had a little girl beside her and her friend that had just admitted that she loved her. And after all of this Talon could only do one thing: And so she fainted. Laving the Lycan Thomas and Damnation with her unconscious self.

Looking up at the sky Damnation sighed "Well at least I got that off my chest... I'll have to get her answer later." looking back down at Thomas who looked both confused and annoyed as she continued "Though I suppose this gives me a chance to talk to you in semi-private." looking directly into Thomas's eyes "What's all this about you attacking Hunter? Right now most of the Wolf Pack is calling you traitor so would you please explain?" the hum of violen music coming over the forest as a man with blonde hair, wearing strange cloths and a brown cape, with a scar over his left eye, and a crow on his right shoulder came walking out of the woods. With a smile the man looked at the situation that surrounded him before Damnation said "Ah and it seems my informant is here!" the man's eyes going over the area as he said "My my Damnation you've caused quite the situation here. A lycan with metal skin in an airplane seat, an unconscious girl, and the harp playing girl all in the same area. You seem to keep rather normal company." his violen stopping as he brought it down from his left shoulder. Turning to him Damnation said "Karl would you mind taking Talon away from here? Not far just far enough that she won't get involved if a battle breaks out." Karl turning back to her as he replied "Seeing as I can't disobey you at the moment sure." walking over to Talon's body as he picked it up before looking over at the crow on shoulder saying "Well Arma looks like you'll have to ride up top." the crow roosting on top of his head as he tossed Talon over his shoulder and began walking into the forest.

With Talon and Karl gone Damnation turned back to Thomas who seemed even more aggrivated than before. Smiling she said "Well now that they're gone mind explaining?" Alice smiling at Thomas as she said "Hello mister! My name is Alice! Nice to meet you!" the little girl's smile beaming at Thomas. After getting a few hundred yards away from Damnation, Alice, and Thomas Karl stopped and layed Talon on the grass in the small clearing he had found. Picking up some random dry sticks he quickly built a fire before sitting down beside Talon's unconscious body and beginning to once again play his violen. After (Talon insert time here) Talon awoke. Looking over at her Karl stopped playing as he said "Why helllooo! Awake now are we?" a big smile on his face.

Police Yard

as the class c and class d units kept coming straight at Surge he heard chaos whisper in his head "I think it's time for these robots to be considered scrap what do you think?"

"I think you are right, chaos" surge said as the spikes on surge's back became twice as long as a greyhound bus, the muscles all over surge's body quadrupled, the tip of surge's tail split in half and became a scythe blade "time to have some fun" He said as he let out a roar, charged to the nearest terminator grabbed it threw it up into the air, smashed both fists into it's chest , and then  smashed it into the ground then leapt at the next terminator