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Post by Vaughn Logan on Aug 17, 2012 2:02:26 GMT -5
Vaughn didn't understand why she was being hostile. There seemed no way he was going to get her approval or trust. Was she so scared that she didn't trust anybody? Not even someone obviously lending out a hand and giving her aid?
He shook his head at her and looked at the ground before looking back up. He let out a grin but tried to hide it. "Listen, I don't care if you have problems with the Alpha, and I don't care about your problems with trusting people. Honestly I have no intentions of hurting you. If I really wanted to I would have called in for backup already or shot at you while you were running away. But I didn't. You think I ran after you simply for the workout? You are fast, but I doubt even you could outrun a bullet."
Vaughn looked behind him and saw a large piece of machinery that went up to about his thigh with a flat top. He decided to take a seat, crossing his arms and looking up at her. Vaughn had trouble understanding why she rejected the Alpha. Perhaps she was afraid of being associated with them, or perhaps she was scared of the Alpha himself. But the Alpha was probably trying to honestly help. A smirk came across his face when he realized even the Alpha took no for an answer. Whoever this girl was, she had some balls. And despite her being an ill-tempered Lycan, Vaughn knew that if given the chance perhaps he could help her, or at least help get Hunters off of her back. There's got to be some reason why she doesn't trust them so easily, and he was determined to find out.
"When was the last time you were attacked by Hunters? Was it within a month?
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Post by Trisha Morello on Aug 17, 2012 19:20:52 GMT -5
How did he know she had problems with the Alpha? Trisha recoiled for a moment before realizing he was only making an assumption. He was making an assumption about her and her situation. She hated when people assumed things about her. They didn't know her. How could they dare to comment on her situation? He kept handing her under sided threats. He could call for backup and any time. She couldn't outrun a bullet. All these things he said sounded like threats and made her even more uncomfortable.
He took a step back and sat down on a piece of machinery. He was making himself comfortable. Her annoyance was through the roof and she couldn't take it anymore. Being backed into a corner, having things assumed about her, being handed clouded threats, making himself comfortable. He was basically telling her she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon unless he granted her that permission. She scrunched her face in anger as she glared daggers at him.
"You've made a big mistake," she said lowly. She felt herself losing control and there was nothing she could do to stop it even if she wanted to. She felt her muscles starting to contort and she felt her bones beginning to shift. He could have shot her there though as she let out a guttural cry as her body fought against her mind. It was a scream of pure agony as pain wrecked her body. The transformation was so painful. Trisha doubled over in pain and pulled at her hair as her body changed right in front of him. Her clothes ripped apart and she was forced to become the monster she really was.
When the transformation was complete, the monster inside was in control. He stared directly at the Commander of the Hunters and all the hate she felt was apparent. All the fear of being backed into the corner forced her to lash out and she let out a roar before charging at him.
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Aug 18, 2012 1:16:09 GMT -5
Her stare didn't make Vaughn wince, budge, or become intimidated. He was used to getting stares like that from his father. A stare that could make any weaker man stop in his tracks and think twice about breathing. A stare that would make any weaker man piss his pants.
This woman was hard to work with, and not very cooperative. Vaughn partially couldn't blame her, but at the same time he had no idea about what it's like to live in this world as a Lycan.
She began to scream, and the sounds of her bones reforming. Vaughn stood and his eyes widened. "Oh shit," he said under his breath. He looked towards his crossbow but it was too far away for him to grab without getting nicked by the werewolf. Instead he ran down the dark hall and out the front door. He could hear the Lycan charging behind him. Vaughn pulled out his pistols as he ran and check quickly for bullets. Thankfully they were loaded with silver nitrate bullets, bullets that exploded upon impact and sent silver into the bloodstream. He knew it was take a lot of these to put down a Lycan, but at least he would sting like hell and maybe by him some time.
"Hobb!" He yelled into his communications link, trying to send a signal to the Compound, "Place a beacon on my location, I'm being pursued by an ill-tempered Lycan and I had to leave my crossbow!" She confirmed with no questions asked, oddly. For once she had nothing more to do or say. Perhaps she was hoping he would die. Vaughn could only imagine Hobbs dancing on his grave. Or perhaps she knew the severity of the situation and knew he had to concentrate, which he wasn't doing right now anyway.
Vaughn turned a corner and hugged up against the side of a brick building. He slowed and quieted his breathing, and peeked out, seeing nothing. He knew the Lycan was still around and hunting him. But he couldn't pinpoint where.
He stepped out into the street, pointing his two colt .45's in front of him and to the sides when he passed an intersection of alleyways. In the back of his mind he knew he might have to put the Lycan down. But in his heart he did not want to.
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Post by Trisha Morello on Aug 18, 2012 2:10:21 GMT -5
This was the monster she was. There was no denying it and Trisha might as well embrace it. Embrace the darkness and the evil that was rotting in her soul, turning her heart blacker with each passing day, with each full moon, consuming her soul until all that was left was a mindless killing machine, intent on raising hell, destroying everything in its path. It was frightening as she was left to be only a spectator as the monster controlled her body. All she could do was watch and scream out in protest as she chased the man who only wanted to talk to her. While his words had been laced with threats, he had made no real move to harm her. Now her body was chasing him down, determined to tear him to shreds. She felt herself crying but she knew there were no tears being shed by the monstrous body now in play.
She chased after him and he was lucky that he moved quickly once her bones started cracking. She'd told him to leave. She warned him, but he didn't listen to her. This was his fault. He had asked for it. He kept pushing her. He backed her into a corner. It was only natural that she finally lost control. She was a beast, after all. it was only to be expected. He of all people should have known that - the commander of the hunters should have known. She didn't want to hurt him. She didn't want to kill him. Trisha didn't want to kill anyone. Only a few months ago was she a young girl attending college. Her life got turned upside down. Now she was always hungry for flesh.
Trisha let out a pained roar and when she opened her eyes, he had disappeared behind a building, into an alleyway. She wasn't sure, but she moved to go after him. She rounded a building and saw him at an intersection, his guns drawn. Trisha moved quickly, the beast too rash to think things through. Getting shot wasn't a concern of the beast. The beast just wanted to taste flesh. She charged at him and aimed to knock a gun from his hand before her massive jaw went to bite him in the neck, leaving herself open for attack.
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Aug 18, 2012 3:01:51 GMT -5
She charged at him in anger. Vaughn stood his ground and waited for the opportune moment to attack. He didn't know how long it took, but it had to be a matter of mere seconds. Time seemed to slow down around him. His breathing slowed, his heart stopped, and the beast mid-flight.
Two, maybe four, maybe even a dozen? Vaughn didn't know how many times he pulled the trigger, but it was enough. The beast lay on the floor howling in pain, scratching at the ground and roaring intensely. It ran in Vaughns ears and for a moment he thought his head was about to pop.
Her body quickly morphed back into human form and cried in pain. Tears ran down her face and her hands shook crazily in front of her.
Vaughn looked down, his colt .45's smoking from the barrel. He looked into the clips and noticed he'd shot her with eight bullets total. Apparently that was enough. For a moment Vaughn froze, not knowing what to do.
The woman went silent. Vaughn moved in to check her pulse. She was still alive, but barely.
He activated his communications link and opened a channel with Hobbs who was stationary at her work station ready to listen to any incoming frequencies. "I got o--" he stopped and looked at the girl. Tiny goose bumps formed on her body, and she begun to shiver. "Uh, Hobbs. I fired a few rounds and wounded the Lycan but it ran away. It's badly wounded. Have a team sweep the area and retrieve my crossbow." He turned the link off, a beep sounded upon doing so.
Vaughn took off his jacket and wrapped it around her. He bent down and picked her up. Quickly he strode down the dark streets holding onto her, hoping she wouldn't wake up any time soon and become startled and perhaps attack him again.
After an awkward session of holding a naked woman in a trench coat a mile, Vaughn placed her on his Harley Davidson and starting panting a bit. After catching his breath he sat behind her and held onto her as he held onto the steering wheel. After a kick-start he revved up the engines and sputtered off.
He came to a red light and a car pulled up next to him. Vaughn was a bit surprised people were even out this late. Vaughn looked at the man in the car, and he smiled and gave him a winking face as he looked at the passed out woman. Vaughn shook his head and was tempted to give the man the finger, but didn't.
In order to make the woman look more discreet he placed his hat on her head and road off towards home. He knew there he would be able to bandage her up in safety. The Hunters didn't have to know. He was the Commander after all, he had the authority. Besides, it was either bring her home or to the Compound. And if she ever escaped, the location wouldn't be a secret anymore.
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