Roots of Evil [DANTICUS & ANYONE]

[Trisha Morello]

Trisha wasn't exactly the studying kind of person, but she made sure she was well aware of the lunar cycle. After the second month, she figured out why she was morphing without meaning to. She had no control over it either. It just happened - the feeling of agony ripping throughout her body. One minute, she was herself, and the next she was some atrocious monster. The reality of it all frightened her. She hated it and she hated herself for what she was. She couldn't stop it - this morphing, this change. As much as she wanted to, as much as she willed herself not to change, it happened anyway.

The sun was setting now and Trisha had taken a taxi all the way out into the middle of fucking nowhere because she knew what was coming next. She walked all day, moving away from the city and its towns along the outskirts. She made her way to a large farm and walked along the massive plains, far away from the house and the cattle. But sometime told her she'd made her way back to the livestock. The thought sickened her. She couldn't stomach the idea of feasting on the raw flesh of a creature. She shuddered at the thought.

Trisha was sitting on a large rock, her legs pulled close to her chest as her entire body shivered uncontrollably. She hugged herself as she knew what was coming - as she waiting for the inevitable. She had stripped her clothes, knowing that they would tear in the process. This admission of defeat... this acknowledgement of what was bound to happen, it was like she was giving up. Submitting herself to the transformation that she knew was coming, it was like she had handed herself over without a fight. The fire. The desire to deny it all was losing its intensity.

Her body convulsed as she gripped at herself. Was it an effect of the morphing or was it really just her terror that was causing her to shake so violently? The pain. She remembered it from the past months. She remembered the feeling of agony as her body morphed. Bones grew. Muscles expanded. Her very structure changed into something completely different.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." The string of curses continued as the moon started to rise. Her worst nightmare. The thing she was the most afraid of was the full moon because of what it meant - what it brought. The soft glow of the moonlight hit her body and she felt the change start within her. The very basics of her molecular structure were being ripped to shreds. She felt her bones moving. She heard them cracking and breaking, bending and twisting. Trisha let out a loud cry as pain wrapped around her. She screamed and screamed as her body turned into the monster inside her. Soon her cry of agony became a guttural roar of a tormented beast.

[Dante Stark]

Danticus had been out hunting, he had lost the trail he had been on earlier as he noticed the sun had began to set. He felt feelings of uncertainty as he gripped the crossbow close to him, it was unusual for him to be nervous but he had been hearing of most of the Lycan attacks around the area. Danticus opened the trunk of his car and began to search through his various supplies, there were a few things he needed to keep himself on edge and get rid of those feelings of uncertainty.

Placing the crossbow in the boot he grabbed his pistol sliding it into his jeans holstering it, the next thing he grabbed was his flashlight. Danticus figured it was better to play it safe than sorry as he closed the boot of his car. Walking down the dusty road he began to hear bone tingling screams and various curse words. He felt like he'd been forced into this situation but he could have easily driven away but he needed to stop whatever it was before it hurt anyone.

He whistled quietly to himself as he began wandering down in the path trying to find the source of the outcries, that's when he heard the beasts true call. He breathed and ducked down in the shrubbery trying to wait it out and see how much of a threat it would really pose to him and whether he would be able to take it down without much of a fight - He couldn't see much activity going on around him and he felt like he could have used some back-up, fiddling with this phone he grabbed it from his pocket and tried to dial one of the other hunters..no signal.. He was going to have to do this alone and it meant using all of his intelligence to outwit the hulking monster wherever it may have been.

Danticus turned his flashlight on and hopped up from the bushes, he knew it would have been darker than he would have liked soon so he grabbed his pistol holding it with his flashlight as he walked down the path. Keeping his eyes open and alert to any movements around him, he wasn't scared he just felt uneasy about the whole situation and he wanted to turn back and go to his car but he knew if he did someone could get hurt for his ignorance and not stopping the beast before it was able to unleash havoc.

"Come on Danticus, you are the man.. you can take any of these beasts on, focus.. just focus and keep your head clear.." He muttered to himself as he aimed his flashlight and gun trying to get a better look around.

[Trisha Morello]

This who she really was - a mindless killing machine. A monster hell bent on destroying anything that moved. Trisha was just a creature of the night, and there was no cure for her. She would forever be this mindless thing and she would live forever. That was the awful part - she would live on this world for as long as it took for someone to kill her, and from what she gathered, killing her wasn't an easy task. And taking her life was out of the question. Not because she had some profound morals against suicide. It was more like she was just too much of a coward to do it herself. She had most certainly thought about it. She thought about it all the time, but the act was too frightening to her. She wouldn't be able to do it on her own. She needed someone to do it for her. How sad was that. And maybe someone out there would be up for the job.

But she couldn't help but put up a fight anyway.

So when she saw the flicker of a flashlight, Trisha turned her beastly head in the direction it was coming from. Her pupils dilated as the light from the flashlight hit her face. She roared in pain as the sensitivity of her eyes worked against her. She acted as a monster then. There was no way of stopping her. Trisha wanted to. Oh, god, did she want to stop, but the beast was in control and she was watching herself charge toward the man with the flashlight, completely unaware of the gun he had pointed at her. She moved with a quickness that even surprised her. She was in front of him in a second and in that instant, she brought up a massive paw and sent it toward him, roaring all the while.

[Dante Stark]

Dante breathed he'd had his gun and his flash light ready, he was a hunter this should have bothered him like it did most hunters but he wasn't scared.. He was brave and his bravery was going to get him killed one day or another, Dante had changed over the passing months getting more aggressive with his hunts and he'd still heard nothing from The Commander he was officially fighting in the dark and he liked that he was thrust into this type of situation.

The Wolf had transformed now and was bathing for his blood he could hear the roars echoing through the tree line and finally he saw the thing break out in a dash towards him-- Dante instantly turned his flashlight onto the beast and watched as it had reacted to hit in turn he'd also had his gun pointing at it. Dante felt the paw hit him in the chest knocking him back before he was sent bashing into a tree he managed to fire at the wolf..

He wanted to push and scream at it but that would have got him nowhere he was alone on this hunt and that's the way he wanted to stay. He'd managed to crawl through the bushes and he could hear it following him, he continued letting pot-shots escape his pistol he'd heard some hitting trees and others going elsewhere.. He needed a stronger weapon.

"Think Stark... What would Jesus do...." He cursed silently as he stood up from the ground, He dropped his flashlight as he stumbled away back towards the barn and his car.. Dante could hear it coming behind him and he looked behind him and fired a few more times before his pistol clicked and he lobbed it towards the beast with all his strength.. Even that wouldn't be enough to stop it now.

[Trisha Morello]

The beast was in control and all other ideas of valor and honor were thrown out the window - not like Trisha had much valor or honor, but she certainly didn't want to attack anyone. She may be an aggressive woman and she may get in bar fights often, but she never wanted to kill anyone. She never wanted to take anyone's life. But slowly, Trisha felt herself falling deeper and deeper into a black hole of violence and death. She saw herself, in her dreams, killing people without remorse, ripping apart their limbs with her monstrous claws. She saw all of this and she couldn't help but feel like she was going to down that path. There was no turning back.

And there was no turning back from this man. She chased him, ignoring the bullets that lodged into her - one going into her shoulder, the other into her chest, one into her forearm. He managed to hit her three times, even though most of his shots were blind. The pain was a dull ache in the back of the monster's mind as all it could think about was blood. It wanted the man's blood so it chased after him. He crawled through bushes, throwing his gun at her and it bounced off her chest comically. He rounded a tree and came out of the clearing, heading toward a barn. Just then, the monster caught up to him and swung another massive paw for his chest, roaring loudly.

[Dante Stark]

Stark had lost his weapon, well fuck. he'd thought as he'd made a mad cap dash for the barn.. As he'd been running the beast swiped it's paw at him and with a great force he was sent flying into the barn leaving behind a man-sized hole where he'd gone through..

Stark lay there in agony almost if he'd been attacked by the Incredible Hulk.. letting out a gasp of air he'd got to his feet and grabbed one of the planks that'd come with him..

Stark could tell it was getting closer and he waited for a few minutes before diving out the door and swinging the plank of wood like a mad man.. His body hurt like fuck but he needed to survive his encounter no matter the cost of the pain.

The Plank broke and it'd looked like he'd pissed the beast of more than it was before.. "That's all folks.. He gulped as the creature swiped him again and he'd been flung through the barn once more leaving another Dante hole...

This wasn't going to get any easier he'd figured.. he could always lay down and play dead.. but then the monster could have just devoured him.. Stark gathered all his strength he could muster and ran for the doors the opposite side of the barn clutching onto his side.. He'd pushed the doors open and yelped in pain as he tried to run away.

[David Cortes]

Full moon out tonight. Well one thing was certain, tonight was not going to be peaceful. For a brief moment, David allowed himself to remember the nights in Afghanistan, the few that had been peaceful, where the sky would be littered with countless stars, and the desert, in her strange beauty, glowed under the soft light of the full moon. How beautiful he used to think. Usually, the enemy didn't attack on full moon nights, seeing as how they could be spotted easily without the need of night vision. Now? Now it happened to be the time they almost exclusively attacked. What had once been beautiful and magical was now just a giant space rock that brought about more pain and death....

Fuck the moon.

Since it was a rural farm village they were hunting in tonight, he could finally wear the gear he thought proper for a hunt. He wore his multicam jacket, black pants and boots, along with his smiley face hat. As Dante went off to see if he could find a werewolf, David grabbed his M21 sniper rifle and gear and began to set up by a tree near a small hill near the road that gave a commanding view of the area.

Placing the bipod of the rifle on the ground, David laid in the prone position and began to scan the area using his new thermal scope. It didn't take him long to find out what was happening however. He heard it happen before he even saw it. There, by the barn, Dante was basically getting his ass handed to him. If it weren't so serious, David would have probably chuckled a bit when Dante threw his pistol at the beast. Well, shit, David should probably do something shouldn't he?

David tried to get a shot, but the beast moved fast, very fast. What's more, Dante kept getting thrown about and in the way. Dammit, wasn't this man a three year veteran hunter? You'd figure he'd be better at this. Oh well, keep the sights on the beast. Wait for an opening. Wait for it...

There. As Dante began to run, David got a clear shot of the beast. He fired, aiming at its heart, then fired two more shots in short succession. Ah, the beauty of semi-automatic sniper rifles. He continued to fire at the beast, hoping to be able to distract it long enough so Dante could get another weapon. Just in case, however, he kept his m-4 on the ground next to him. God knows he may need it soon...

[Trisha Morello]

The beast continued to chase the man, even as he was left with no defenses. The beast was merciless. There was no prey the beast wouldn't go after. The beast had no remorse. So when the man was without a weapon, falling at every hit, the beast did not let up. The beast went for him again, swiping at his chest, knocking him back again. That was when the beasts heightened senses picked up the ring of gunfire. Multiple shots. The beast round its ugly head in the direction of the shots, soon feeling the impact of two bullets. One into the shoulder, next to her other bullet wound and one into the upper arm. The beast left the beaten man then, finding him of no threat, unlike the unseen force that had hit it. So the beast started moving, using its senses to track the one who hit it.

It didn't take long, with its speed and force to find the man's trail and the werewolf started moving toward him. The pain didn't register, the blood seeping from the wound was of no consequence to the monster. The weakening limbs. They didn't matter. All that mattered was the blood that the beast wanted to taste.