Origins

• This will be the story of how the team known as Wolf Pack crossed paths.
• Only members who are officially a part of Wolf Pack and are on the page may post.
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Prologue

One Month Later...

After meeting with Gods Watchful Eyes, Lady Nightmare soon joined Dark Reign. However, the team was not all it seemed. Gambler and several other members had done some unmentionable things and over all strayed away from her vision. She wanted to bring order to her world by any means. By being apart of Dark Reign she wasn’t doing so. Coincidently, the team departed as Lady Nightmare was going to make her move. Funny how things work them selves out huh?

Now

The night was young; a filmier face looked down at her from the night sky. It was big and luminous this particular night. She often wondered why the moon smiled when there was so much to be sad about. The wind brushed up against her skin and ran its fingers through her hair. Half of her face was covered while her black hair draped on the sides or her face. She wore her uniform of the night with her blade by her side. Quickly, she mentally scanned the minds near by for something to peak her interest. Suddenly thoughts of robbing a bank came to her mind. She followed these thoughts to a building near by the city bank.

Her body appeared on top of the building and the tainted teleportation dust was blown away by the wind. Entering the fellows mind further she figured where everyone was in the room, their motive, and how brutal she should be. This was critical in her plan of attack. There’s one by the door, two on the left and right and…one by the window. What are they packing...machine guns? The corner of her mouth rises to form a devilish grin. I’m fast enough. They are going to infiltrate in… 20 minutes. That’s more than enough. Her body is now absent from her previous position as she teleports in front of the thieves meeting room.

Lady Nightmare draws her blade and shoves it through the wooden door and one of the robber's body. Her hand takes hold of the blade and quickly pulls it back and sheathes it. Knowing they are soon going to focus their attention on the door, She teleports behind the robber by the window. Swift she placed her hands onto the side of his head. He slowly relizes someone is behind him as his eyes shift and bullets stop leaving his gun. A yellow gun shelI clashes onto the floor. In one motion she turns his head right, hard and fierce. The bones holding up his head snaps in two ending his life. If his colleagues weren’t busy shooting at the door, they would have heard the sound of Lady Nightmare snapping his neck. Gun fire continues to fill the room as the stealth dressed robbers' shoot blindly.

His body drops onto her feet and her position is reviled. They finally notice her presence. Flustered eyes are now upon her. She looks at the guns and shakes her as if she was looking at toddler scribbling on the wall. That will never do. Her mind takes hold of the machine guns and suddenly a black aura appears around them. Lady Nightmare makes the guns disarm them selves. The ammo cuts through the air and throws its self out of the rectangular window. She releases the guns of their captivity. Abrupt, the weapons drop onto the floor in front of them.

The robbers’ eyes are glued onto her. Their faces half confused, an half angered. Lady Nightmare lifts her hand to her ear seemingly trying to attempt to hear something. Did you hear that? Her right hand grips her sword and pulls it out of its sheath.Lady Nightmare disappears to reappear infront of a confused robber. Suddenly the blade and his heart fuse. That’s the sound of you heart stopping. B!cth! ,one of the robbers exclaimed. He started after her filled with rage. Lady Nightmare pulled her sword out of the deceased. She quickly turned toward him with her sword arm slicing forward. A cut formed across his face his eyes wide. Blood spattered on the wall behind them. The top part of his head started to slide off of his body. The remaining criminals faces grimace at the sight.

The two started after the door scared out of their wits. Oh no you don’t. Suddenly a familiar tone rings into her ear. Both of her hands pull knifes from her holster. She stares at the two fleeing criminals’ right before throwing knifes into their backs. Sounds of agony echo the murder filled room. She reached for her cell phone and fliped it open. Speak. The other end makes their case before she loses interest. Wolf Pack ehh?

Prologue

Every man has a story. Every man has lived that story. He's gone through pain, he's gone through sorrow, he's gone through
hate and lust. 

So what does an everyday man go through. I've given you an example. Those are the down's of a mans life though.

He's gone through love, trust, honor. Fought for his country, created life itself. So with that let's just say. Man's gone through lots to where he is right now.

NOW



   " Run Tom, Run!" yelled a dark garmented man as the rain started to blurr his vision He was in full black, ski mask on his face, steel toe boots, and one black uniform. Dressed in the same fashion, Tom yelled back discretly. " Alright ,see you on the otherside James, you know where to find me." Watching Tom kick a door open and run into it James turned around to face their pursuer. Moving his left hand behind him James clenched the metallic pistol into his grip. Pulling it out quickly he held it up with both hands, the aroma of fear rising as his adrenaline pumped in twice as fast. His heart worked ten times faster as the weapon he held began to shake, or his hands started to shake.

   Shifting around alittle James was about to be caught off guard. Just above him, standing on the escape ladder, was his pursuer. Better known as Thomas. Covered in a drenched rain coat and a hat sat completly silent as the rain pounced off of his body. The axe, Impaler, straightened by his side onto a hilt shined slightly from the few rays of the sun. The twin blades, Blood and Spirt, on his back ,covered by a sheath, cried to be used, and the two pistols, Profit and Gamble,held within his jacket kept warm and clean while their surrondings were rushed by the liquid falling down.

Looking down towards the man Thomas focused his vision slightly. Everything seemed to slow. He could see the rain on the rim of his hat start to fall infront of his view, and the man below him being hit by hundreds of rain drops every couple of seconds. Pulling out of focus Thomas ignored his three other weapons and pushed both of his hands into the raincoat concealing his pistols. Gripping them both, one in his right hand, and one in his left, he pulled them out.

Cutting through the water with ease he held the guns to his sides. Looking down one more time to see the shifty man below he pulled his right foot forwards, causing him to go off balance and fall. Slicing through the water drops with speed Thomas straightened out, jumping from wall to wall within the back alley. Landing silently like a ghost infront of the man he had pursued he held the twin guns infront of him faceing towards the ground. Remaining silent he let his prey stand and reacess the past few moments. Then Thomas spoke authroitativly.

" Hello.........James, there's nowhere to run is there. You have a gun , I have a gun...so let's finish this quick an easy." Right after speaking he counted to three slowly. One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi. When he got to three he focused his eyes to a slow motion. Watching as James, his target, pulled his hands up to reveal his pistol, Thomas quickly reacted. Pulling his hands up at a acute 90 degree angle. Pressing the triggers simultainiously one bullet erupted from each. The two soared through the air, dodging the oncoming water.

Within a milisecond the two bullets hit James. One hit his left arm and the other hit the right. Yelping in pain he dropped his only weapon, the pistol, and fell onto the ground. The blood seeped from the wounds while the water washed it away and down to a sewer drench a couple of feet away." Perfect" Thomas whispered as he put the two pistols away. Striding to James's body sprewn across the floor he bent down. Taking out a pair of handcuffs he clipped one onto the left hand of his targets and the other around a Escape Ladder hold.

Letting the man hang there,one hand holding him a couple feet above the air. Thomas turned into the opened door building. He had captured one of his bounties. James and Tom had been commiting murders and thefts throughout California and finally, Thomas had caught them behind a alley. Pulling out his twin blades Thomas approached the door. Looking into the dark area he could hear Tom above, breathing heavily. Taking a step in Thomas slowly walked through the first floor until he happened to find the stair case.

    Climbing up the stairs eagerly he emereged at the top only to be hit by a barrage of bullet rounds. Clipping through his hands the bullets drew blood from his body. Unable to hold the weapons from the apprehensable pain he grimaced. " Mother fucker!" The bullets receeded quickly out of his body dropping loudly onto the wooden floor he stood on. Turning towards Tom, who stood still where he had last shot off the bullets, Thomas gave him a wicked stare.

   Slowly his body changed. His body didn't convulse, instead his body quickly , at the speed of sound, grew, his muscles bulged, his body became hairy, and the clothes he had on  ripped and tore. Thomas's hat flew onto a broken wooden table. His weapons had fallen off of his body and had gone near a window, and his phone, which he used in emergencies, slide across the floor near the stairs.. Nothing but his shreded pants remained on his body. He was truely menacing.
 
Now almost more than 7'5 feet tall Thomas was covered in hair. He was no longer human looking. Barring his mouth, Thomas showed the rows of razor sharp ,body breaking, teeth. On all fours he ran towards Tom. Leaving some room he stopped and stood on his two hind legs. "  Tom...to bad.. I was going to collect your bounty but as it seems , you going to have to die." Grabbing his failed bounty by the neck he gripped it. Lifting Tom off the ground by several feet, Thomas moved the man side ways suspending him in the air. He decided to ignore the deafening screams coming from Tom's wittiless mouth.

Without any remorse for the pain about to befall his bounty he pulled Tom's neck and feet apart causing gore. The body ripped in half at the wasteline. Immediatly blood littered across the floor spreading like a decease. Holding both halfs like a pair of paper clips Thoms threw both halfs, the upper torso, and the lower legs, towards the windows. They broke through the glass and fell a story down into the back alley where James laid.

Transforming back to his regular form Thomas breathed increasingly rampant. Waiting a couple of moments he stood and concentrated. When his heart slowed Thomas pulled his twin blades onto his skin showing back and strapped them. Grabbing his axe Thomas clipped it to his side before grabbing his two pistols. Taking one and strapping it to his chest Thomas held the other in his left hand and grabbed his cell phone off of the floor.

Walking down stairs and basically rewinding himself until he was outside he stood on the steps. One half of Thomas had landed near James, who's eyes where wide with absolute fear, and the other near a trash dump. Walking to James silently he pushed his pistol into the mans left earlob. With one precisive flick of the trigger he let the last bullet ring out and into James's head. Letting James slump to the side he turned around to ignore the blood seeping out of his head.

Opening his phone Thomas pressed 911. When the operator anwsered he cut him off from speaking.

" Yea, there's been a homocide on 783rd Brawnning Street. Two men have been injured. No need for ambulance since they're dead. Just some police to make sure someone else doesn't find it. Thanks."

Hanging up quckly, Thomas closed his cell phone and pushing it into his pants, Thomas bent down. Quickly standing straight up he let the tendons in his legs fling his body into the air before he caught the escape ladder hastily. Pulling himself over the bar he walked out and onto the roof. He was bountiless but the one thing he could do was run from the police. Jumping over some more buildings he could hear the sirens. " Ahh...well they won't even know what happened, they can guess though."

Prologue

Several wayward leaves danced across the street, debris strewn all around.  Things were quite ever since the fall of Doomsday, quite as the coldest of graves. New York always wept when it lost one of its own, and not long ago it had lost one of its best. Superman’s death had sent shockwaves through not only America, but the superhuman community the world over. Felix was no exception. Walking down the darkened street, jacket flapping in the light breeze, he looked back on everything that had happened in the last few months. The boy’s reputation as a hero and not a murder had grown exponentially in New York and Los Angeles, thanks to his participation in a tournament of heroes and his time with WAL. He had even fallen in love again, but he dared not reveal it to anyone yet. Despite all of this, the general public still looked at him with disdain whenever he was out of disguise. But that is the burden that he had taken up, and the repercussions were ones he had to live with.

The advent of Doomsday’s attack hadn’t made things easier. The newly formed team God’s Watchful Eyes was no more. Even if their headquarters hadn’t been demolished in the initial strike, internal disputes would have ripped them apart eventually. Felix wasn’t entirely sure where to go from here. He had spent all of his money for the sake of Thunderbolt’s team, and now his only way back to LA was by going under his own power. And even besides that, he didn’t want to leave Abam. In any event, there was time to make a decision. Ever since the team had folded, he and his love had both been operating as solo agents much more, as they did have two distinct ways of getting things done. It didn’t matter, though. It was time to deal with something more personal.

Now

                The visor of the man’s helmet crunched to dust as Felix’s fist collided with it, shattering his nose and sending the soldier flying back into his compatriots. The impact sent the whole group spinning. It was a momentary distraction, but it was all the time the hero needed. Jabbing his hand into the cold metal floor, he forced his very essence down into it, pushing towards the assembled troops. In the blink of a eye, an enormous spiked outcrop erupted beneath their feet, skewering the entire platoon and swiftly ending the conflict. As the metal retracted and flowed back into him, the boy gave his head a quick shake.

“Gotta focus. The only reason Siege would be here now is to take advantage of the chaos. Can’t let them do that.” Rising to his feet, the hero headed out of the now lifeless barracks and into the corridor.  “Thank god security in the air vents is still so simple. I thought they might have updated it by now...” Turning the corner, he uttered several curses at the sight that greeted him. The passageway was completely packed with soldiers of the terrorist group, all of them pointing their state-of-the-art weapons at the hapless hero. “Erm, hey guys! Remember me? I blew up your base a while back.” The reply came in the form of one thousand safeties being removed simultaneously. “I guess you do... Well, before you pull that trigger I have one thing to say. If you actually fall for this...” As Felix opened his mouth to continue, casually raised his arms and sent twin cables shooting out from his wrists, cutting through the centre of the group at around mouth level and running the length of the corridor. With one movement of his powerful arms, he slammed all of his enemies into the sturdy metal walls, embedding the closest ones into the structure itself. Moving forward, he chuckled to himself and finished his sentence. “...then you are stupider than I gave you credit for.” Hastening on, Felix accesses his internal memory of the building’s blueprints. “Now I just need to get to the mainframe and shut this place down.”

Harsh rays of golden sunlight beat down on the still broken streets of New York City. Though it had been six months since Doomsday's defeat the city was still in a horrible state of disrepair. Flattened skyscrapers, other buildings with large holes in them, steel beams littering the streets, cracked and up-heaved sidewalks, and exposed sewer systems showed the signs of the titans clash.

Suddenly a black portal opened up in the middle of this wasteland as a young women with emerald green hair walking out into the crumbling picture of New York City. She was of average height wearing a black cape over a black cloak with other black essentials underneath it as well as a golden circlet that forced her hair all to the right side. Hiding beneath her cloak where her guns Ebony and Ivory, as well her great sword Retribution, and a pair of angel wings composed of both black and white feathers. As she exited the portal she seemed aggravated scratching her head as she mumbled "Why does bringing a person back from the dead have to be such a pain in the ass? Those stupid Dragon Balls didn't work do to universe restrictions and all the other ways I've tried have failed for various other reasons. Gosh this is starting to piss me off!" her eyes closed in aggravation.

Taking a couple of steps into the broken streets she opened her eyes the sunlight glistening off her beautiful green eyes as the atmosphere began to reflect her current mood. Looking around she thought to herself "Wow this place is a wreck... I thought Micheal fixed all the areas I destroyed..." remembering the countless worlds she had decimated before she was caught by the Archangel Micheal. As her eyes stopped on a particular building it occurred that this was not her work. Something had left an impact crater in the side of the building as if something had crashed into it with massive force. That was not a mark she ever left. Buildings crumbling from being cut in half or melted away by beam attacks yes but impact craters no, it was simply not her style. As she continued her examination she noticed that it looked more like the effects of a battle than the destructive force of one person who came simply to destroy.

Looking around she noticed a paper floating by her. With one quick motion she grabbed it from the air reading the name of the front page article Doomsday defeated but city still in need of repair! Volunteers requested! reading a little of the article she found out about the battle between Superman and Doomsday that destroyed the city. Sighing she said "Well that explains the destruction." then taking a closer look at the surrounding area.

Suddenly she noticed a few ruffly dressed people starring at her as they walked down the damaged streets. Thinking for a second it occurred to her that she probably looked a little weird in her cloak and cape. Then suddenly with a quick thought the cloak became a black informal dress with a skirt that came to her mid-thigh and the cape separated into a pair of black finger less gloves that covered the lower part of her arms and hands. Smiling she said "There we go. Much better!" doing a little twirl as she looked over her new outfit. To her surprise they continued to stare as she noticed that her wings where now on full display. Climbing on some of the ruined buildings so she could inspect the damage further taking mental notes of what kind of force was required to do the damage done. After this ceased to entertain her and she had learned all she could from the remains she sighed but not before noticing a strange man walking toward her.

Prologue

  They assemble when a devasting threat wanted all of America.  Together they were Gods Watchful Eyes, a group of up-and-coming heroes fighting for the greater good.  Except everything shattered due to internal disputs split them apart.  Abam a.k.a Lady Nightmare left the team as well as LightBright and many more.  Clarissa was tired of trying to keep everyone together.  Being the nice girl, whom lets problems fly right by.  She disbanded Gods Watchful Eyes and her relationship with her brother broke.  Funez Industres would be relocating soon.  Clarissa needed to go somehwere.  So, she began a new life.

  Leaving Hoboken, New Jersey, Clarissa moved to Brooklyn to start a new life.  As well as getting a new enemy and brother.  Life seemed great, for Clarissa. Living in her huge apartment and dating police officer Christopher Lang.  As well as becoming a reporter/weather forecaster.  Making car accidents, robberies, and bad weather look good although they shouldn't.  Recaping during the event known as Doomsday, Clarissa life was not that shacken.  Though John(Thunderbolt) did take place in this event.  Gods Watchful Eyes was missing in action.

Now

  "This is breaking news, 4-5 inches of snow is covering all of Brooklyn, New York."  The wind blew against her face, the snow rapidly falling to the ground, and her hair elegantly floating.  "This is Storm Clear Weather saying goodbye, back to you Gloria and Lance."  The sun began to set and a shadow covered Clarissa and her crew.  The Darkness ring began to cover her right hand.  "Did someone put a ring on it Clarissa" Jimmy said.  Laughing at loud, Clarissa replied "No".  Reaching up to her elbow, the ring looked as it were a gauntlet.  "Jim, Cyndy, and Larena I need you to get back to the station immediately and give them my report on Whatever happened to Gods Watchful Eyes a team that watched over all.

  "What about  you Clarissa?"  Smiling at her wonderful friends known as her crew, Clarissa said "Don't worry about me."  As they all jumped into the van,  Clarissa began to run at full speed.  The gaunlet began to grow bigger.  Danger must be near, because a gunshot was soon heard.  Running at full speed, Clarissa did a 360 flip.  In a matter of minutes Clarissa was in front of a man, whom was holding a gun in front of a woman's head.  Her leg was bleeding.  "Have no fear Ms. Katanna is here!"

  Katanna's fist became a 24 in. dagger.  Pulling her arm back, Katanna aimed at the man's shoulder.  Soon enough the dagger was ripping through his flesh.  He dropped to the ground, in agonizing pain.  "That's what you got for hurting a woman that severely."  A piece of the darkness broke off of Katanna.  A winged angel was flying above although it disappeared Katanna felt angered, it was the new Thunderbolt.  The dagger on her right arm returned to a fist.  Turning to the woman, Katanna was shocked at her discovery.

  The woman was healed due to the....darkness!  Walking forward, Katanna bent down to where the woman was sitting.  Blood was on the ground but there was no source.  The Darkness came of her leg and returned to Katanna.  She is worthy of a legacy Katanna.  Looking, exquisitely at the young woman, the gaunlet began to cover Katanna's neck and mouth.  In order to hide her identity.  "What is your name?"  Looking petrifed the young woman did not speak.  "I know I like odd, but I'm honestly not going to hurt you, because I just healed you."

  Reaching her arm out, Katanna tried to look as innocent as possible.  The young woman grabbed Katanna's hand, and was soon standing.  My name is Christina Lang.  Stepping back, Katanna knew this woman, she was the younger sibling of Katanna's boyfriend.  "Leave now before something bad happens."  Christina Lang agreed and began to run.  Stepping on the criminal, whom shot Christina, Katanna kicked him more for some enjoyment.

  Dialing her boyfriends number, in order to tell him about his sister, Katanna held the phone against her ear.  "Hello...stop it baby!"  All she could hear was moaning.  "Who the f#ck is this!"  The phone hung up and Katanna became furious.  The Darkness covered her entire face, it was time to show Mr. Lang a lesson.  The phone began to ring.  This time it was from an unknown caller.  "Who the f#ck is this....oh I'm sorry....the Wolf Pack?"

  Katanna what are you doing?  A smile spreaded across her face.  "Where exactly do I meet you?"  A deal was struck.  Although you see Katanna as a leader.  Something dragged her into this Wolf Pack.  It seemed very interesting.  Something Katanna would like to stick with.  Clicking the button end on her cell phone, Katanna dialed another number.  "Carter get the limo, I'm at 188th south eigth street."  Katanna, I totally forgot you own your own share of Funez Industres.

  "I will get my dirty, cheating, scum bag of a boyfriend later."  She began to power walk to the sidewalk.  The gauntlet returned to it's ring format.  In the next ten minutes, Carter appeared.  "Good evening, Madame Funez."  He opened the limo's back door.  "Enter, Madame Funez and where do you intend on going now?"  Putting her hand on the vibrant, young fellow.  "Stop calling me madame, I feel old and insulted."  Winking at the limo driver, Katanna entered the limo.  "Carter we are going to...."  Katanna step out of the dam limo now!

  The Darkness covered her entire body.  She hadn't seen these people since the formation of Gods Watchful Eyes.  A group of men and women, some holding guns while others holding knives.  They were yelling out at her.  Katanna stepped out of the car.  "You traitor, your back to killing your own kind again!?"  Daggers once again formed from both her right and left arm.  Snow slowly swayed to the concrete floor.  Katanna could smell blood.  It is from the man you stabbed for trying to murder Christina Lang, he was going through an initiation.  Her eyes widening,  Katanna's heart filled with anger.  "Bring it on Future Criminals or should I say bitches!!" 

  Now that is what I am talking about Clarissa or should I say Katanna?  Speaking under her breath.  Katanna told her suit to shut up.  "You talking to yourself Damara?" a bulky man yelled out.  Damara the name she hated every since her days when she left that dreadful gang.  To become a hero soon to be neutral.  Katanna jumped into the air.  High enough to aim herself at the bulky man.  Soon enough her daggers were inside his eyes.  "Bring it on!!!"  All the gang members began to attack her.  It felt like war had just begun on the streets of Brooklyn, New York.

  Blood will be shed this evening Katanna and why do you hate being called Damara?

  "Because it brings back horrible flashbacks of my childhood and my old self the one I hated."

  Oh, I see so calling you Damara is insulting to you Katanna?

  "Yes, so will you stop speakin to me it looks as if I am insane."

  Well sorry, feeling a bit of concern, the darkness has feeling to you know.

  "It's okay, you are in a way forgiven."


  Katanna looked up to see the gang members looking at her in utter confusion.  Some staring at her and others laughing their asses off.  Becoming disturbed by all the eyes on her.  Katanna's daggers formed into her regular hands.  Next, Katanna punched her left hand to the ground.  Daggers appeared everywhere.  "I hope this fills your appetite for blood."  Katanna felt hands wrapped around her neck.  "Oh my god, I get myself into so much trouble."  Katanna's was lifted off the ground.  She was face to face with a new threat.  "I seriously need to live in order to get to this team called to the Wolf Pack, so if you would let me down, I would greatly appreciate it."  Looking as cuddly as possible, Katanna tried her best to look cute.  Even if blood was on her smexy face.  Tilting her head to the left, Katanna showed her pearly whites.

Romania

Germany - The Next Day

London, England - Two Days Later...

“Dammit!” The adrenaline surge caused him to yell out what he usually would have just thought. High-calibre bullets whizzed through the air around Felix as the hero vaulted from head to head, lashing out with his legs every few seconds to keep the soldiers off balance. After having made his way through the maze like corridors of the massive underground complex, Felix had reached an annoying conclusion. “This is a new design! It’s like they created just to keep me out! Well... they haven’t succeeded yet!” As if to accentuate the last thought, he impaled his knee into an unsuspecting enemy’s gut, tossing his crumpled form into the other assembled troops and knocking most of them to the ground. For good measure, he sent a barrage of razor-sharp needles into the group. Using the chaos to his advantage, Felix turned and dashed down the hallway towards a massive door that he hoped led to the main computer. Digging his fingers between the seal, he braced his feet against the cold floor and pulled with all his might.

The sight that greeted him astonished the hero to no end.  The massive chamber had two large openings at its base, one opposite the other, with several smaller tributaries within them. Thousands of Gallons of water rushed by beneath with, whipping up an angry froth. Directly ahead was a simple boardwalk, seven feet wide, ending at a great machine with several metal tubes running from it down the wall and into the gushing liquid bellow. Unfortunately, Felix was not alone in the room. Five heavily armoured men stood around the machine and, upon seeing him, they hastened forward. A low humming could barely be heard over the roar of the water as they charged their weapons. Acting quickly, he leapt just to the side and, kicking off of the railing, flipped through the air towards them, morphing his left hand into a right hand into a large hammer and creating a sword in his left hand. Spinning the blade in a graceful arc and slamming the hammer into nearest unlucky armour, Felix fell upon them like a bird of prey on field mice. It looked like it would be over almost before it began.

“Quick! Hit him with the EMP!”

“EMP? Oh sh-“ Before he could do anything, one of the men raised his arm and fired the pulse. Every inch of Felix’s body screamed in agony as it passed through him. His very form wavered as he writhed on the platform at their feet, each molecule of his being tearing itself apart. He was semi aware that his arms were being bound behind his back and that some type of collar was being fixed around his throat.

“Get the dampener on him while he’s down! Hurray up, turn it on!” On cue, the collar activated, and a fresh wave of pain ripped through his body, but this one didn’t fade away. Armoured hands heaved him to his feet and dragged him across the platform towards the machine. “We are sooo getting promoted for this. Ed? Dammit, he got Ed and Eric! Somebody go clean that mess up, will ya?” It was a small distraction, but Felix needed to act on it if he wanted to survive. Carefully reaching into the back pocket of his jeans, he extracted a tiny pellet. The pain was blurring his vision, and he only had one chance. Bending his arms as far back as the dampener would let him, Felix flicked the pellet at the machine. On impact it exploded into a smoke screen, filling the device’s inner workings and the immediate area. Shrieks of panic and rage broke the air as the hero stumbled away from his captors and towards the railing. He flipped over the side and fell down towards the rushing water bellow, letting the cold embrace him and the rapid current pick him up and carry him to destination unknown.

It was still dark out when he came to. Or maybe it was dark again? He had lost track of how long it had been. The waters of the Brooklyn River were saturated with more garbage and blood usual, and the scent was nauseating. His hands still firmly bound behind his back and the collar still sending waves of agony through his body, Felix pushed himself onto the muddy shore, gasping for breath. With a final great heave, he collapsed.

“Well... That certainly... Could have gone... Better...”

Several Hours Later

                After spending what seemed like an eternity stumbling down the deserted and ravaged streets, Felix finally found his way to Abam’s New York apartment. Standing before the door, he knocked his head against it. “Please be home, please be home, please be home...”

It was none other than the infamous William Greystoke.  Being a friend of time Lady Nightmare had met some very interesting people in her life time and he just happened to be one of them. The corners of her mouth turn up right before she responded to the old friend.

You have me on the phone for the first time in….50 years and you want me to cooperate with an epiphany? I’m in! The voice continues to speak with slight amusement. Get as many members assembled as you can.  I trust your judgment..... How soon can you be in ?In about 10 minutes give or take a few minutes, without preparation, but think I’m going grap a pair before I leave. See you there.

She takes the receiver form her ear and snaps the cell phone shut. Her hand loosens her grip on the cell phone as she places into her pocket. Hand still in pocket, she pulls out a slip a paper with her emblem on it and lest it drop on to the bloody floor. Her symbol slowly started to form a red stain as it embraced a blood droplet.  Suddenly, a small shriek echoed the dead silent room. Slowly she made her way to the unusually noisy body. She unsheathed her sword for the last time. Her grip firm, she shoved it down into the man’s body. Sword and blade became acquainted once more while blood oozed from his body. Sorry I missed ya .Her body motions behind her self. Her eyes took in the scene she created. She never once mourned the lives she took. In fact she enjoyed the rush of it gave her. The events of her past aided this behavior. Her task completed; a clouded figure took her place.

Just as she teleported into her apartment she heard a knock at the door. She first telepathically sees who’s there. Recognizing the familiar fellow her hands touch the cold door knob, while the other one unlocks the door. The moon greets her again as her eyes graced the battered Felix Black. Her faced turned concerned as she look at the figure. What Happened?...Come in. Lady Nightmare and her love Ferro discussed several topics. One of which included her future travels to . After they were done she started to prepare for their trip.

Her feet pressed on to the carpeted apartment while she traveled to her bed room and closed the colorless door behind her. Ferro still in the living room, she undressed her self and proceed to make her way to the bathroom. Cold rushed up her feet as her bronzed body steped into the shower. Her hands placed them selves to the knob marked H and turned them the appropriate direction. A stream of water left the shower head and Lady took the usual steps she did at this time.

Now fully dressed and prepared, two large suit cases lay across her queen sized bed. Standing before them her mind opens it self to the items she requires. Clothes and various weapons started to fly toward the suit case. Shirts, paints and undies folded themselves as soon as they impacted the two large black suit cases. Now truly prepared, She walked into the fully decorated living with a patient Ferro sitting on the plush red couch. Do we need to go to your place so you can pack?

Dirt and grime caked every inch of his body as Felix stumbled forward through the doorway. He tried to smile to put her mind at rest, but came off with some twisted grimace.

“Well, a bad lie would be that a fell down the stairs.” The relief from the constant torment of the collar washes over him as Abam teleports both it and the restraints off of him. With a sigh, he collapses onto her couch, closing his eyes for a moment to review everything that had happened to him in the last twenty four hours.

Felix glanced down at his irreparably shredded jacket and his torn and filthy costume as he started to explain to his love how he had come to find himself in such a state. Afterwards, they moved on to several other topics, one of which concerning their travel plans. Despite everything he had been through recently, it was nice just getting to talk to her again. It seemed like they never had any time together ever since the thing with Doomsday. In a lull in the conversation, he let his eyes rest on Abam’s slender figure, looking into her beautiful hazel eyes for a moment. “God, I love you.”  Not long after, she got up to go and prepare for the trip, leaving Felix wondering whether she had heard his thought or not.

He heard the shower go on and knew he had some time to kill while he waited for to finish. Pushing several mental images to the edge of his mind, he kept busy by examining the apartment. It was very well lit, and the furniture was relatively new, or new enough that he felt guilty for tracking his filth on it. Morning light filtered in through the many windows played across the clean carpet and the fresh, white walls. By and large, the whole place was one thousand fold better than his New York headquarters. The closet-sized apartment and crappy neighbourhood still maybe him shudder, as he had seen some things he never could have imagined on his own there. As terrible that it was to wish such destruction anywhere, Felix was not sad that the whole area had been one of the first to be glassed over.

Letting out a small groan as he got up off of the couch, Felix walked over to the window. He wasn’t sure why he did this. He was well aware that only destruction and ruin awaited him outside. But still, the boy felt compelled to anyway, maybe looking for something to distract his attention, or maybe looking for some sign of hope. Either way, the sight that greeted him was not one he had expected.

Down below, on the warzone-like streets, was a young girl, her features obscured by a black cloak. A wisp of emerald-green hair reflected the dull morning sunlight. But before Felix had a chance to examine the strangely out of place girl further, the bedroom door opened and a cleaned and fully- clothed Lady Nightmare stepped out, hefting two suitcases.

“Do we need to go to your place so you can pack?” He absentmindedly looked over at her.

“Hm... Oh, no. Anything I would want to take with me is already here.” Giving her a half-smile, Felix squeezed past her and into the bedroom. Glancing into the closet, and thinking that it was bigger than his apartment, he searched along the back wall until he found what he was looking for. The small beaten up backpack, red converse all-stars, dark blue jeans, white hoodie and “The Abbey Road” T-shirt were all the worldly possessions Felix had that didn’t reek of sewage. Gathering it up in his arms and exiting the closest, Felix explained to Abam as he made his way to the bathroom.

“The first time I stayed here I was carrying my laptop, my iPod, my camera... Anything of consequence in this backpack. And thankfully I also left these clothes behind on one of my visits; otherwise I doubt that you would want to spend much time with me.” Chuckling, he closed the door and stripped down. Stepping gingerly into the shower, Felix turned the handles marked H and C until there was a descent amount of pressure and quickly washed himself.

After several minutes of intense scrubbing, a thoroughly cleansed Felix stepped out, rubbed his hair dry with a towel, and pulled on the clean clothes. Fumbling with the laces for only a moment, he tied the red high-tops, pulled the hoodie on, and shouldered his pack. The change in humidity was immediate, and sent a strange feeling down the boy’s spine as he stepped out and smiled at Abam.

“Sorry about the wait. So... Shall we?” Zipping the hoodie up, he stepped towards her so that she could teleport the two of them elsewhere, when something outside caught his eye. It was the girl from before, but her cloak was gone, leaving to fantastic white and black wings for the whole world to see. “Umm... I think we should go and see about her.” Taking firm hold of Abam’s hand, he held his breath as she teleported them down to the streets below, several yards away from the winged girl. Slowly stepping forward, Felix gave a friendly smile as he addressed her. “Hi there. I’m Ferro Vida. So, what brings you around here?”

It came as a surprise to the women when the strange man suddenly smiled and introduced himself. Though he seemed nice enough she could feel he was no ordinary man. As he spoke she started to examine him with her eyes taking in all the details she could. His clothes weren't strange in fact disturbingly ordinary but they were betrayed by the rest of him. His aura for one was nothing ordinary exuding strength, power, courage, and a few other rarities of today's society, it was the aura of a warrior. This caused her to smile as a warrior's aura was something she could easily appreciate. As well as his eyes felt piercing as they began to run over her just as she had been doing to him.

After a few seconds of silent examination she assessed that he was no threat to her and his intentions were most likely innocent. Looking him in the eyes she smiled wide like a young girl saying "Nice to meet you Mr. Ferro Vida. My name is Jeana Lee though you can just call me Damnation." curtsying politely before continuing "Oh well as to why I'm here," sounding innocent "I heard that the city was in need of help after some sort of attack so I came here to offer my help." lieing through her teeth. Suddenly they heard a dark voice come from Damnation's abdomine say "Quit lying Jeana. You suck at it." Damnation smiled wider as she hit her stomach saying "Shut up! I am here to help. I haven't lied yet." talking to the voice. Then with a quick bow her long emerald hair hitting Ferro as she apologized saying "Sorry about that. My stomach has a mind of it's own sometimes." thinking to herself "All too often in all reality. I really wish that stupid dragon would keep his mouth shut sometimes." perking right back up her face beamed in fake excitement asking "So are you here to help too?!" smiling wider. In truth she knew the man had more of a reason as to why he was talking to her than just mere curiousity or polite gesture it was plastered in his voice as he spoke the first sentence but either way Damnation was curious as to his other purpose so stood quietly awaiting an answer.

OOC: Sorry for the short post but I was feeling abit out of it.

Thomas slept for hours. The relaxation and quietness of the surrounding area outside kept it calm, positive on the inside. It was far superb than to a busy city. His nap though, was cut off short. Silent knocking erupted onto his door as if someone was hitting it with the knuckle of their middle finger.

Rustling in bed Thomas slowly started to stretch under the covers of his bed. As he did his mothers voice slowly filled the still air." Thomas, come to the meeting room. There's something important needed for you to speak to me about.....", after a moments since she started up again,"..........Thomas, get up right now before I whack you out of bed." The last sentence followed by footsteps towards the meeting room, from pitter patter they just vanished.

Startled a little Thomas sat straight up in bed. At a ninty five degree angle he pushed his hands onto the bed spread and breathed for a moment. Quickly he started to regain his consciousness. Slipping out of the bed on the right side Thomas stood erect on the stone cold floor. His shoes laid next to his bed, he'd taken them off before the nap had started. Shifting his shoes over his socks, Thomas quickly opened the door to his room. He was scruffy looking , but pretty presentable. Walking towards the entrance to the corridor he just stifled by a mirror to make sure he was okay. Ruffling with his hair for a moment Thomas smiled, satisfaction had been met. Slowing emerging from his corridor Thomas found himself opposite of the front door, this left him with a view through the side windows which he had overlooked.

There in front of him was a black Mercedes, it was a vintage, preferably a 1970's vehicle. It was jet black with silver linings. The windows were tinted so dark you couldn't see into it if you had human eyes. It had thick windows, about five inches wide. Accessing this quickly Thomas knew who most likely owned it. If the windows were that wide , probably bullet proof, then only a English Soldier, of high standards, could own it. Changing his gaze from the side windows to the doorway into the Jamison Meeting Room. The wooden door was closed but the lights inside where on. Thomas could see the quick flashes of shadows as someone appeared to be walking back to fro quickly.

Grasping the door handle with his right hand Thomas twisted the door to the left. Applying pressure to the door it opened forwards to reveal the persons inside. Three peoples faces lifted up as he walked in. One, his brother Micheal had returned, and he was standing with a frown,  next to his mother. Looks like he can't stay away for long , Thomas remarked to himself. His mother, Sephirime, sat at the desk situated in the middle of the oval room. The third person was someone Thomas didn't know.

The man was fashioned secretly. His gaze was hidden by a pair of black shades. He was in a grey suit accompanied with a white under shirt. His tie was pitch black with silver linings on them. In his left hand were a couple centemeters worth of paper. In his right hand, a extravagent suit case. Pure black leather, it shined as the flickering lights of candles danced off and on it. After a moment of silence Micheal stopped jittering around and dispencing the air of silence and filling it with emotion.

" Thomas, long time no see. Where've you been creeping the last um...forty years. Mom's told you i've been busy. You'll find out in a minute anyways."

Keeping the speech straight forward Micheal patted Thomas on the back with a strong grip of his left hand in a shaking motion. Then Micheal jumped back to where Sephirime was sitting. Looking towards his mother with a thoughtful impression,Thomas watched her fold her hands. Then she quickly cracked her knuckles precisivly.Brushing hair laying near her right eye, covering it, she gave her announcement commencing the conversation.Th

" Thomas as I told you your brother's been gone for awhile. Not just a traveling entrapanuer but as a secret agent for the English Government. He hasn't been officially knighted for his work but Micheal has revealed many things to the Government we live greatly under. Apparently though, your brother has been tracking someone. This person is expected to be of a Lycan history but we've not pinpointed to where. Rarely has he transformed himself but he shows all the skills a human formed lycan would have. The last accurate report has been this particular target coming to England. After that Micheal lost him. He's come here with the Attorney General for this secret operation. They want you to help......."

Drifting off the last word with a long silence Thomas pondered with the idea. Nodding from left to right he gave a stare towards the "Attorney General" of some secret organization under the U.N. Government. To him it sounded like complete bull shit. Everything was fake until proven wrong, well at least, that was Thomas's philosophy. Looking over towards the papers and up the arm of the Attorney and finally to his face.

" So what do you want, and um..give me the papers if you want my help."

Without a answer the Attorney handed the papers to Thomas. Looking over them he noticed it was a whole file on one man. Pictures of every country he had been to, every person he had associated with. Everything about the investigation , Thomas held. The last known place was Germany. Approximately two days ago he had saved some farmers. According to the questions they were asked they appropriately said he killed someone and that person vanished. Two others were dead to. They hadn't disintegrated into dust though like the third man. Quickly realizing the situation Thomas gazed towards the man with thrust of enthusiasm. The man, seeing Thomas done with skimming the papers, slowly started the ending of the conversation.

" Well that's about all we need you to do. Travel to England, alone. There you'll be trying to track him down. Those papers are now yours. I know your answer since your brother talks often of you. Thomas Lee Jamison, you are now allowed four minutes to get dressed and start on your mission. Good Luck."

Making signals for Micheal , the two walked by Thomas quickly and went through the doorway. They then approached the front doors and opened them simultaneously. Without a utter of good bye they both vanished outside and into the mysterious 1970's Vintage Mercedes and take off. The whole moment went down quickly. It only took them two minutes to leave. Glancing towards Sephirime, Thomas nodded to her and turned. Not leaving a silence she spoke.

" Good luck, come back alive too."

Turning and smiling towards her Thomas quickly sprinted out of the room and to his door. Grabbing his bags Thomas threw them onto his back. Zipping both bags open he first grabbed his suit. Dressing out of his clothes and into the uniform he fumbled with it until it was fit perfectly. Grabbing his twin pistols, Profit and Gamble, Thomas pushed them into holsters near the left and right side of his chest.

Sparing no time Thomas grabbed his twin swords, Blood and Spirit, and shifted them, with their sheaths, onto his back forming an X shape. Finally takeing out his Death Dealers, special knives, Thomas loaded four on his left thigh and four on his right. Done with pulling everything out of his bags within minutes Thomas shifted out of the room, bags still on his bed. Sliding out into the hall Thomas sprinted down it until he got to the front door entrance. Glancing around to make sure he hadn't left any essential items Thomas opened the door and walked out.

The sun, masculinity engulfed his body.  Three cars lined to the left of him. One, a red Corvette with a giant engine. The second was a Mercedes, it was black, still not quite what he needed. The last one sparked his sensation to getting quickly off. It was a Lamborghini. The colors were great. It was crimson red with Gold Stripes. Out of all three it was the fastest. Striding to it , car keys already inside, Thomas opened the door and turned the ignition.

The car rumbled, the engine gassed up. Quickly the cars sound ended. It was now just a silent rumble. Turning the wheel and pressing the gas Thomas zoomed from zero to eighty in four seconds. Driving onto a dirt road and quickly driving past the miles of trees Thomas had one thing on his mind. Finding the hooded figure in England, but first he would relax and take his time before good hunting , after all.... Another one bites the dust.

London, England

All attention was on Talon she could feel the fear in every one of them and knew that before the night was out she would end this. “Oh no it’s her” the laky shouted and the rest of the men started to panicky “Shut up you worthless dogs we have a mission to complete and we are going to do it” the general shouted at his men Talon could tell that the general was scared and she would be to if it was her. On the ground she appeared as a long, dark figure casting a great shadow below her like a Vampire watching it’s victims with a gruesome purpose. The men took out their weapons aimed them at her and awaited the signal from their commander who was standing in front of his troops. Though they were ready there was no movement from their commander he just stood there motionless as is petrified. “Uh sir” the laky walked forwarded and tapped the Generals shoulder but instead of a command his body fell to the floor lifeless. The laky jumped back the men turned their weapons a glances toward the General “Oh my” the once fearless General lay there dead with dagger on his throat. Then men had no idea what had happened they quickly turned their glances to the rooftop and were terrified to find out that she was gone.  Panic swept through the army for they knew what would come next.

 Talon walked through bushes, in all that time she had jumped off the roof and disappeared into the darkness. While making her way round perimeter she could feel the chill in the air and for some reason she felt fear not for the battle she was about to face but for what would become of her if she was to do it.  Her claws were out ready to attack, Talon was kneeling behind the army looking to see whom she would kill first. Even though Talon could send this place to hell in seconds with a push of a button she wanted these men to regret the day they became agents of HYDRA.

 “What do we do know” one of the men asked the laky. He stood there over the body of his commander and fellow friend  Talon could swear that she saw a tear roll down his eye. “What are you waiting for say something” Talon whispered to herself. The laky stood to his feet held the tears back and said theses words “I disagreed and told the General that we should leave this girl alone she has been chased her entire life and now I will end this, fall back”. Talon was shocked she could not believe it was over just like that no battle no blood but most of all no revenge. Part of Talon wanted to ignore what the man said and avenge what HYDRA had done to her but she knew that there would be nothing to justify this act of aggression. Talon then remembered what Logan would say “Revenge aint the way kid” and even though she hated him he was right what would she gain from killing an entire army of men that have stopped hunting her who have family and children, Talon would be robbing those children of a father she would be no better that HYDRA and that is what scared her.

 “But sir we have a mission” a solder replied. Talon expected for the Laky to slap the man for disobeying him but instead he took the man and said “We did have a mission but not any more maybe another day we will pursuer the girl know as X23 but not to day, to day we return home” Then the lackey turned his gaze but not at his men but beyond then as if he was staring out into space. He was not looking at nothing he was looking at Talon. Talon wanted to run but her feet could not move as if she was caught in sinking sand. She tried not to look him in the eye but Talon could not, this was the first time that she had ever felt fear. The Laky then smiled at her, he nodded his head and mouthed the words “Go”. In pure astonishment Talon did not know what to do but the only thing that came into her mind was “Thank you” then she was off. Talon leaped through the forest dogging the fallen limbs and jumping over rocks she kept recalling that indents as if she was looking for something when she would get to the end of that memories she would rewind it and start from the beginning. The night was dark and the sky above seemed to have no light, Talon could hear the noises of the forest she could feel the wind pushing her and is it wanted her to keep running. Finally she got to a large gorge that over looked a deep cesium below she could hear the rushing of water and knew that she was at the cesium of lost souls. It legend and myth that she had never believed, it was said that a weary traveler once came from afar he gazed upon the stars for guidance and was granted a power like no other a reason to live. More that any thing that is what Talon needed a reason to live a purpose for life something other that killing, she wanted to protect, to fight for justice for truth.  But the world that Talon lived in was so corrupt by the human ways that there seemed to be no good in this world any more.

The gorge was deep but not impossible to climb she then started to make her way down. Talon made sure that she placed her hands in stable groves “I really like living dangerously don’t I” she thought to herself with a smile. Talon was gaining distance from the world above as she gazed up at the ledge, which she could barely make out she saw a shadow. It was long and dark she could not make out if it was animal though animals have a tendency not to approach this area of the forest.  A chill swept through Talon as she continued staring up but wile she was paying attention to the surface above she lots her grip and found he self skidding down the steep mountains surface. Her Body was being scraped by the gagged rock face tossing her and turning her but she remained close to the rock for if she was to stray to far she would free fall to the bottom the only traction that she had was having her hands search for a grove wile falling. She continued to slide down he face being scraped on both sides but like wish had been granted her hand finally got a hold of a groove she quickly used her other hand to balance out her weight. Talon then attempted to pull herself up but failed the strain her hands were too much and she was unable to pull herself up. “Come on” she said to herself as she began the agonizing journey of climbing back up.  One step at a time, her hands and feet were bleeding and Talon feared that if she would not die from the fall she would die from the loss of blood. Talon quickly glanced below her she could not see the bottom of the gorge because it was covered by a mysterious mist but she could hear the rushing sound of a river. Time passed and it appeared that Talon was not making any progress; the mist at the bottom of the gorge had grown and now filled the entire area, which made it hard for her to see where she was placing her hands and feet.  Sweat poured down face it felt like and eternity had gone by and even thought Talon knew it impossible she could swear that someone was watching her even thought she could pick up no scent. The misses started to cease and Talon could see clearly and what she saw gave her hope. It appeared to be a cave large enough for her to rest, but to the cave it would take her at least 30 minuets to get there and that was only if she could find good foot holds. Talon then decided that at the rate she is going she would never make it to the top alive and so steadily but swiftly she made her way to the cave. Finally a half dead Talon got a hold of the caves ridge and with all that was left in her she pulled herself up. Talon laid there she was drenched with sweat from the top down. Never in her life had she used so much strength and endurance for any thing then something made gaze turn from the Rocky ceiling to something that was deeper inside the cave. Talon then sat up and got to her feet all over she was aching and even with her healing factor she new that it would be a wile before she was fully healed. “Who’s there?” Talon asked hoping that she would not get a reply, there was non but that did not stop her. Talon began to walk deeper into the cave it black as night and she could feel that this was no ordinary darkness and that she was not alone. Her hands quickly felt the cave walls but they were not what she expected they were smooth as if marble and the floor beneath her had changed it was no longer hard and Rocky but sleek and smooth like the walls. Talon knew that she was no longer in the cave, and then she could see a faint glimmer of light that pierced all the darkness she walked toward it but always remaining in caution. Talon got to the end of the tunnel and saw there was a staircase but not the one that you would see at any home no it looked like it had been here for over a hundred years. It was steep and made out of rock there was nothing to hold on to and part to Talon wanted to go back and climb the rest of the way up but another part of her wanted to know what was going on. So against the better part of her judgment she started to climb up the stairs slowly making sure not to slip. After about 5 minuets of walking up the traitorous stairs she made it to the top and what she saw astounded her. She was at other side of the gorge and on and mountain peek which over looked the entire forest. The Sky started to clear and so did her mind, Talon gazed upon the full moon and the stars that surrounded it. For the first time in a long time she felt a peace that she could not explain but that feeling soon faded when she saw a dark figure standing on the leg of the cliff staring at her. Talon had a feeling that she knew who it was but was afraid to admit it “You must me LN” “Yes that is I” the figure said with a smile “how do you know who I am and what do you want from me” and then she stepped into the light. Her hair was long, sleek and black. Her eyes shone in the moonlight, she was wearing a long black cloak and Talon could tell that underneath it she was heavily armed.  Talon looked upon her and felt a familiarity but new that she had never seen her before. “My name is Lady Nightmare and you have passed the tests”…

Germany (One Week Later)

Talon could see now the entire figure of the women, she was dressed as if she came out of a fairy tail with witches, Kings, Knights and Queens. She was dressed as if she was a witch. “What tests?” Talon asked “You have proved to show mercy for those who have done wrong to you. You have also shown great endurance in almost impossible situations. Like the one that you just went through.” Talon was shocked she could not believe that every thing that she went through was a test. Anyway she decided to set the trap for HYDRA. She wanted to seek purpose for herself.  “How is that possible, how could you know my actions before I even made them.” Lady Nightmare stared at her in amusement. Talon could see that she was not intimidated and kept her temper. “I am not as I appear, I am more than that.” She then smiled at Talon “You shall begin the long journey that awaits you”. Talon wanted answers but all that the woman was giving her was more questions “What do you mean and what finally test”.

A Large gush of wind started blow. Talon soon felt the wind pushing her closer to the edge. I fell to the floor grabbed a hold of a Rock obtrude the surface. The wind started to blow even harder and the sky clouded. I then turned my gaze and looked at the woman she was still there not moving. Lady Nightmare’s hair was being blown by the wind but still remaining beautiful. She looked at Talon and grinned, “We will see if you are ready. Very shortly we will see”. The wind gushed harder and Talon shut her eyes and found herself holding on for dear life. The wind started to calm down as Talon loosened her grip. She looked to the place where the woman was standing but she was gone all that was left was a Dagger. Talon promptly got to her feet and kneeled down and reached over to grab the Dagger. Her hands touched it and it began to glow a Crystal Blue.

 “What was she talking about, what test”. Talon then stood up feeling a scenes of purpose but not knowing where it came form. She then looked at the Sky it was crystal clear but she then noted that tonight was not a full moon it was a new moon. Talon’s clothes were torn and now she realized that most of her clothes were in pieces on her body. She then sat on the ground Indian Stile looking intently at the Dagger. There was a note attached to it was a note reading “You’ll need this”. There were some kind of encryption on it but she could not make it out. The wind blew slightly but enough to cool the swept from her brow.

Over looking the forest she could see every thing that was happening, a doe with her child, and wolf with its cub. At that moment Talon wished that she had a family but the only person that accepted her she could never go back to.  Then Below the ground Talon could see something other that wild life. It was a man; he was tall and wore a hood with a sword in its sheath and an Eagle on his arm. Talon stood to her feet placed the Dagger on her person. “All right I need to know what’s going on and fast” Talon the stopped and peered down. She could not see the bottom all she could see was the same mist. Talon then laid on the ledge thinking about every thing that had happened. The wind blew her hair across her face as she gazed at the moon. Talon could feel herself becoming weary. Her eyes began to close slowly she tried to fight it but could not. She then drifted off to sleep not caring about what tomorrow would bring.

NEXT DAY 7:00AM

London, England

     Intake...exhale...intake...exhale...find control...and keep it...intake---  The mental process was constant and repetative, a simple training process that had simple effects.  Patience was one...steadying of heart rate was another.  But since Sylver had neither, she was settling for something else.  Control.  It had been too long since she'd "fed".  And on top of that, she'd been consuming some "normal" beverages...which, for her, was like drinking salt water when you're thirsty.  A bad combination for a very, hungry vampire.  
    
     Fragrances of vanilla, fusia, and melon fused with the air, relaxing its intensity.  On her way back from the tavern in town, Sylver had bought a few candles, figuring that she'd need them if her hunting trip was delayed.  Their potency was amplified a hundredfold with her heightened sences, slightly distracting her from the aching burn in her throat...a burn for blood.  
    
     Her eyes opened slightly, revealing light-blue irises that gave off an otherworldly glow.  The candles were almost completely melted, and her open window no longer flooded the small, hotel room with sunlight.  How long have I been doing this?  Sylver wondered, curiosly, as she twisted around in her cross-legged position to glance at the digital clock.  2:23a.m.  Sylver blinked at it.  Wow...I must've been....distracted.  Well, no time to get going like the present.  Slowly rising to her feet, Sylver pinched the wick of each candle with her fingers, extinguishing them immediatly.  The slightly, colored smoke curled into the air and blew away as Sylver passed through it to shut her curtain.  
    
     Now trapped from any street light, the room was pitch black, but Sylver continued to manuver about, packing her small messenger bag with whatever she needed, which wasn't much.  A few changes of clothes, some helpful trinkets, and her remaining candles fit neatly into the black bag.  Opening the one drawer on the room's dresser, Sylver pulled out her outfit: a black, corset-shaped jacket with long sleeves and a tail that trailed around her feet, black pants and thick, leather boots.  A silver rune glimmered gently on the jacket's back as Sylver turned on a small lamp.  
    
     Suddenly, she coughed violently and clutched her throat.  It was burning again!  Calming her convulsions, Sylver sat on the edge of the bed and counted how many days she'd gone without feeding.  Five....ten....fifteen days! Over two weeks...she'd been holding off for too long.  Sylver looked back at the clock.  2:35.  She tried calculating how many hours it would take to fly to the nearest forest to pick off some helpless deer, fly back, and get to the London safehouse in time to meet William.  She crinkled her nose.  Too long.  She was suppose to have met him there two days earlier, but Sylver had found herself caught up in London.  With vampires of course, many of whom fed off of whoever came their way with no reguard for the innocent.  Sylver smirked.  They hadn't presented too much of a problem...they were after all...normal vampires. 

     No, Sylver had never been normal.  She was a special type of vampire, of which there were only three in the world at a time.  An Aero.  Vampires who were immune to most of the usual weaknesses: stakes, garlic, silver, crosses, etc... but the most helpful one was being able to walk in sunlight.  But for those who spent their time in moonlight, they had taken up Sylver's time, and kept her from meeting at the safehouse.

     Sylver stood, and laid her packed bag on the bed; she would return for it when she was done with her food.  She grabbed the doorknob, turned the handle only a centimeter, and then froze.  Vibrations traveled from the door's wooden frame, to the brass handle, to her fingers.  Someone else had come here.  Sylver heard the door downstairs shut, and carefully-placed feet walking on the floor.  They were braking in!

     Sylver, as silent as a phantom, opened the door and slid out of the room.  Lowering herself to ground level, she peered through the collums of the banaster that spiraled down to the lobby.  A tall, tanned man stood below her, as still as stone.  His breathing was ragged, but not from tiredness.  From excitment.  This man was here to kill.  Whoever, Sylver wasn't sure, but she didn't care.  He'd broken in, that gave her enough reason to do anything else.

     He pulled a silver-colored pistil out of its holster, and held it at head-level, pointed into the air.  Sylver studied him, carefully, intencely.  He was so...sure of himself.  Too sure.  Someone like that had to posses power: power of a darker kind.  Another indicator of that theory was his bulging muscles that bound his arms and legs, pressing against his camo pants and black muscle-T.  Sylver sniffled the air, looking for a lingering trace of his blood.  Sylver frowned.  It wasn't human...it was...a---  The man's eyes opened fully, revealing yellow lanterns that gleamed in the darkness.  A werewolf. 

     Sylver felt her body tence up immediatly.  Waves of alert awakened every nerve, opening her range of sences even more.  The werewolf's heatbeat was quick, but powerful...like a drum.  The rustic, oak that paneled the hotel drifted around, mixing with the left-over smell of her candles.  The cracks in the wood, hiding hundreds of little critters seemed to illuminate.  The poweful merge of sences made Sylver jumpy, her blood-lust emerging along with a high dose of what felt like adrenaline.  If she had any..that was...

     And in the next split second, somewhere in between Sylver licking the tips of her fangs and the werewolf hearing her do it, the two underworldly powerhouses attacked.  Sylver sprung at him, pushing herself off of the railing, and he, lunged at her, putting his overly-powerful leg muscles to work.  They collided, Sylver's fist lodging itself into his throat and his bullet gliding into Sylver's torso.  Like a faint-version of a bee-sting, the bullet entered her body and exited, not detracting from Sylver's speed.  Landing on the ground, opposite of the werewolf, Sylver's body healed and she turned to face her opponent.  Moonlight illuminated the room, shooting through the large windows surrounding the door. 

     The werewolf's cocky grin disappeared as he transformed into a black-haired, hulking beast.  Crap...  Sylver sighed.  Just another mess to make in jolly, old London.  The werewolf sprung, with a speed that rivaled her own, and wrapped its thicked, clawed hands around her arms.  The two smashed into a wall, reducing it to splinters, and the thick layer of rock surrounding it to rubble.  They both landed in an empty alley way, and scambled away from each other to gain more ground.  
    
     Sylver barred her teeth, wishing she had her silver-coated knives to slice that maggot's gut.  Her rise in energy brought along a rising sence of hostility, mostly anger that made her feel invinsable.  Sylver backed up slowly, willing the werewolf to follow her.  Her heel touched something solid.  She glanced backward.  There was a wall....a very, big wall.  Heights never bothered Sylver before, and they certainly didn't now that she could fly... but being enclosed in an alley brought back haunting memories of her last night alive, backed into an alley way, pain ripping her apart... and then nothing at all.  A beautiful experience of the end of humanity, as she liked to phrase it.
   
     Sylver's smile widened.  "Come on!" She growled, anticipation igniting her voice.  He lost no time in taking up her offer.  Lifting a garbage dumpster with one hand, his yellow eyes glinted with an evil joy as he chucked it at her as if it were a softball.  Swiftly like a dancer, Sylver twisted her feet around and jumped backwards, as the dumpster sailed just a few inches under her back.  Sylver landed on all fours like a cat, a very dangerous cat.  She could simply end this game with a single word if she were to use her Staff...or shatter his skull if she screamed.  But Sylver wanted to enjoy this.  If she were to kill someone and go through all the trouble of ending their life for them, why not do it in style?

     Sylver lanched herself forward and flew into the air.  The werewolf swung his claws at her, narrowly missing her by inches.  She landed on his shoulder, forceing him to fall onto his back.  Without hesitation, Sylver gripped her fangs into his skull, and bit hard.  Snap!  The skull plates cracked and shattered under the strength of her jaw as her fangs dug in deeper.  Blood spurted randomly from underneath her mouth, and Sylver could feel her teeth entering his brain.  
  
     The werewolf convulged, howling and throwing its arms up to try and free itself.  Its spine arched and twisted before finally becoming still.  Slowly, making sure that it was dead, Sylver moved back off of its body.  Its glassy, white eyes were in stark contrast to its ebony fur.  Sylver smirked.  Like she'd said: a beautiful end. Then, before she could convince herself otherwise, Sylver sunk her fangs into the main artery of the werewolf's neck.  The blood was thick and had an almost bitter taste to it, but Sylver decided that it was better than dying...or whatever it was that she did.  It was then that she officially decided not to tell William about this one.  

     After vaporizing the werewolf's body(with a little help from her Staff), Sylver re-entered the gaping whole in the hotel wall, expecting to see its residence staring at her with horror.  But the only living thing she was confronted with was an ant, as it crawled into a small, whole of the opposite wall.  What? No audience?  Sylver mused, walking up the stairwell to her room.  Something had to be wrong here.  A werewolf and vampire weren't exactly church mice when it came to noise.  
   
     Sylver twisted the doorknob, letting the door slowly swing open.  She hissed, grabbing a knife off of the dresser-top, and throwing herself into a crouched position.  Next to her window, a cloaked figure stood, holding the hotel keeper's head.  Thick, black rags draped over its entire form, which stood at about eight feet.  It's like Grim Reaper has a cousin...a very freaky cousin....  Sylver muttered in her mind, attempting to calm herself.  It was like the very embodiment of Fear had entered her room, and was consuming her without even trying.  

     The setting was so quiet, save for the dripping of blood from the hotel keeper's head, it was unnerving.  Pulling away from her trace, Sylver whipped the knife at the black thing with bullet-speed.  The blade embedded into the wall.  Sylver was stunned.  It wasn't there anymore.  Only Mrs. Cromwell's(the hotel keeper) head lay on the floor, staring back at her with equal surprise.  Something wet hit Sylver's shoulder.  She looked up.  Blood.  Your Fear is facing you! Don't look down.

     What the---?  Before she could react, a black, cold hand split out of the darkness.  It slammed into her head with the weight of a semi, and knocked her off of her feet.  The last thing she consciously remembered doing, was the last thing she thought she'd ever do.  
"WILLIAM!!!!!!!!!" 
Call for help.
     
    

Talon raced down the road over taking any cars in her way. The wind blew her long black hair this way and that. She had not time to daedal she had a mission it was one of her choice and if she could save Logan the she would do it again. And any way this would not be the last or first time she would be saving him. Her adrenalin was rushing she felt exhilarated. This was the first time in a long time she had something to do. Most of the time she would be sitting around doing nothing remember she was only 16 her life had just begun and she was not sure what to do with her life. She was going to slow by the time she found Logan it would be already to late. Her eyes scurried wile trying to find another way to the city. She spotted a dirt road heading to an abandoned junk yard that was close to the launch bay. Talon new this place better that any one. She had been here many times before she new every nook and cranny of this part of the world. After she escaped from HYDRA this place was her home. The only place where she could truly rest. But there was no time for resting at least not now. She swerved her bike down the dirt road. Stones and broken hit her skin but she new the scars would hell. She could see the towering building know as the Space Dock. Talon needed to get to the outer colony Zenith by the end of the day. The length of time it took to get there was 7 hours and Talon did not have that time.

Talon parked her bike on the side of the Abandoned warehouse where she knew it would not be tampered with. Getting a running start she leaped over the lazar fencing that surrounded this place.  Being a 16 year old she was very nimble and fast even better that her father. She brushed herself up against the wall and peered through a window. It was a n air craft hanger in it were five space fighters lie. Talon quickly using her claws cut a circular hole in the glass and climbed through. She landed on her hands and got to her feet. Surveying the area she could see no sine of any humanoid. Most of the time no one would come here because they would be to busy over looking the departure and arrivals that would come to this station. Talon Jumped into one of the crafts and looked at the controls. They were your basic piloting vessels with a couple of new things here and there. Putting her head underneath the panel she cut one of the wires and  connected it to the ignition. The space craft then came alive making a large about of noise. “And who said what HYDRA taught me I’d never use.” “Hay you don’t move” one of the guards shouted “Oh boy”. Talon did not want to kill any on especially if she did not have to. Looking over to the guard she waved and shut the roof. Placing her hand on the control panel she typed in a command and the vessel shot off through the roof of the warehouse.

She broke through the earths atmosphere with a bit of turbulence. “ETA 1 hour and 14 minuets”. “Good” she thought “Now at my current speed I will make it to the colony Zenith if half the time”. She leaned back in her seat and observed as she continued to be getting further and further from earth. Her mind began to wonder of the previous happenings, about Lady Nightmare, Passing the tests and the Wolf Pack. Slowly her eyes began to close until she was asleep.

:Wake up kid” a familiar voice said. Talons eyes snapped open as she found herself at the Institute. “What’s going on” she asked “Training you said you wanted to now let’s do it”. Quickly the girl got the her feet and looked at Logan smiling. He lead her to the Danger room, the large metallic doors opened and shut behind them. Logan then looked to her “Come on kid I don’t have all day” he unleashed his claws and stood in an attack position looking at her. Laura got the message and popped her claws “Now take a hit at me”. Laura ran toward Logan aiming at his shoulder. He quickly blocked it with his right hand and used his left to grab her other hand. Twisting her left hand behind he back he whispered over her shoulder “Nice try kid”. Logan then kicked her in the chest sending her to the wall. The impact was painful and her nose began to bleed. She wiped her nose and glanced at Logan “Com’n kid you gota do better than that”. A bit irritated at Logan’s words she sprinted to him again. When she got close enough her foot claw popped and back flipped slicing from his stomach to his chin. With a ripped shirt he grabbed her foot and flung her to the floor. He then pushed her foot against her back. She felt incredible pain but was determined. Talon used her other foot to kick him and when she did her loosened his grip on her. Thinking quickly she jumped on his back and stabbed her claws into his back.”Good one kid but  got a better”. He stretched his hand over and cut her arm then rolling over he got on her chest and looked at her. “I…” Talon did not know what to say. Using both hands he plunged both of his hands into each shoulder. “Always be alert your opponent won’t let you win so why should I”. Talon had never forgotten those word. Those words stated that she was just an opponent to Logan not a Daughter.

Talon awoke at the sound of the computers voice “ETA 5 minuets and 45 seconds”. She wiped her eyes and saw the colony Zenith in front of her. She could see the entrance. The colony’s had a large dome that separation the ground from space and keeping that air in. “State your business on Zenith” a voice said over the communication “My name is Laura Howlett code 25638.934/ Talon.” She paused to consider her next words “X23 of HYDRA”. “all right you are clear for entry”  the man opened the bay doors and she landed. Lifting the hood she was greeted by a young man about 3 years older than her. “Good to have you back X23” “Good to be back Slifer” the two shook hands and Slifer smiled “So Scot called you here huh” she looked away “Uh yes he did he said Logan needed me”.  Slifer peered behind Laura nervously “Well Kid I he may not have told you the entire truth”. Talon turned her head and saw standing in front of her was Logan. “But…Scot and your” she stuttered trying to remain calmed. Scot then walked into the room following him was the illustrious Emma Frost. She glared at Laure and smiled “We meet again Ms Kinney or is it X23” she said to her. “Fine as could be expected” though what they were saying seemed friendly the really words were being exchanged in the mine. Emma Frost was a telepath and the real conversation they were doing telepathically. “So I see you have returned what a shame” “Well it’s should not be long before Scot throws you out again.”  Laura tightened her fist and continued to glare at Miss Frost “Well don’t worry because of you I won’t be staying very long at least wile you’re here,|” Emma smiled “We shall see who get kicked out won’t we”.