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Post by reid on Apr 1, 2009 19:23:33 GMT -5
"Ahhh! Fuck! What the hell?"
The curses, the screams, the insults rippled from his throat in between growls and violent snarls. Slowly, Dr. Ivan pulled her syringe from out of his flesh and left to go back to her 'patients', leaving Heath there, trying to fight the searing pain that was shooting throughout his entire body. It was the night of the full moon. In any other case, he would have welcomed it like the beast he was. Certainly would make hunting witches so much easier...and tastier, but he was working on a place that didn't tolerate his beast nature but they admired his skill, his strength...it's the only reason they kept him alive after they hunted him down like the dog he was and in exchange for life, all he had to do was being their loyal lap dog and do as told till the contract was up. It wasn't a bad trade. Nice apartment close to the labs, luxuries...and the thrill of the chase, especially from the powerful ones. But tonight, the night of a full moon...not one soul could stop him...no...one.
He stopped biting down on his lip, ceased his hissing and laid limp. The serum had spread and was suppressing the transformation. Should last the whole night, the only trick was to not get too excited...wouldn't want a wold running amok with humans in dangerously close proximity. The thought of it was enough of a tease already...to much of a tease for a sensitive guy like himself. He sat up and got off the bed; then he slipped back into his black t-shirt and leather jacket, stashed his two guns and ammunition rounds and left that god-forsaken room. All the while in there, he couldn't help but think how many people, witches and the like, died just for being what they were. Not to mention, odd Doctor Ivan. She was hot and everything but seriously, she had to much fun experimenting on witches. What M.I.S.S.I.O.N expected to find she had no clue but so long as he wasn't on one of those tables being cut open, he didn't give one shit what they wanted to find. One last glance in the mirror and he was gone.
It was raining...beautiful. Not that it mattered anyway. One glance behind him and he took off with the speed of his kind, stopping only when he was on the opposite side of a street facing a bar. He stood there, his dark eyes fixed on the establishment, his hands pushed into his jacket pockets with his head lowered and shoulders pushed up slightly. He was hesitating. He would have been in, sitting at his regular drinking till he was content but something held him back...a scent. A witch. A grin slowly appeared on his face. A rainy night...a full moon...and a witch to hunt. He briefly felt for his weapons, ran a hand through her damp hair then he turned to his right and took off casually down the sidewalk, keeping on a straight path; forcing others to walk around him and for good reason. His aura was dangerous, his intentions were murderous...and the beast...it was licking it's lips. Feeding time... |
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