the animal within (Bettsyboy and TMI)

[bettsyboy]

What a profoundly shitty Friday night, the towers of the big city light up the darkened streets below as taxis and old cars rumble down the street, given the average income of this district you can't expect to see anyone driving a car made within the last 7 years at least. On 23rd street, outside a run down pub with flickering neon signs spelling out "the fighting scotsman" a man exits, slumped over and stumbling on every second step, his name is Marco Wolfe, a man only in his mid-20s yet with a life more akin to a disgruntled 40-something. He stumbles down the street towards his apartment building "the Glass Slipper" named that because of the old store the apartments were built above, the shop has long since gone out of business but it's too expensive to change the sign, at least that's what the new landlord of the place says.


As he passed by a couple of buildings, an old bakery with boards on the windows and a tobacco store with the metal security door shut a shadow darted towards the light, the streetlight that Marco was walking under.


It happened and was over in a flash, some... THING jumped from the shadows, sinking it's fanged teeth into the side of Marco's chest. Before he could even gat an idea of WHAT it was, a car came around the corner, as it's high beams hit the creature, it fled just as quickly as it had arrived. the car didn't even stop to see if he was ok.


Groaning, Marco returned to his feet, he had no money to get help, he would just have to patch up these tooth holes in his chest back home "ugh... fuck..." groaned Marco, his right hand over the bite mark as the red began to spread. He came to his apartment building, but before he could get up the second step he collapsed.


Morning came through the window and Marco woke up, he was back in his apartment, but how? he blacked out after being attacked!... the wound! He removed his shirt in a flash to find that the wound had left a great ugly scar on his chest, but it was healed... it didn't bother him so much that he was now missing a nipple. "hrrrrggg... my head..." he groaned, uneasily getting to his feet and stumbling to the kitchen. Once he had a drink of water in his hand he returned to the lounge chair he woke up in, turning on the T.V the news caster was talking about a series of grissly murders the night before, the news caster spoke about bite marks and scratch marks on the victims, but Marco's head was throbbing too much to actually listen "fuckin ice junkies" he groaned, naturally assuming it was probably the result of some meth den going insane once their supply ran out, so they all went on some insane rampage, it's happened before.


He took a deep gulp of his water just as there was a knock at his door, turning his head he groaned as he got up "what is it now?" he groaned "hang on! I'm coming!" he called out, his steps were heavy and labored, his whole body was aching, like he was running all night long, his eyes were slightly bloodshot and they itched, not to mention the throbbing in his head. He grabbed the door handle and yanked the door open "WHAT!?" he demanded, clearly not happy to have been bothered in his current state.


(sorry for the "meh" opening, my brain was numb xD )


@Toxic Melony Ishtar

 

[BeCREATIVE]

She came across the bloodied assumed cadaver of a human being and scoffed. What a pain. She bent down and lifted him, getting his blood all over the black half shirt and her bronzed body. The woman buried her face in his hair to get a good inhale of his scent then followed it until she came to the apartment. Yeah, this place reeked of human,, and this guy.


She placed him down easily on the couch and tore off his shirt, examining the wound then getting out her pack, pulling out a first aid kit and properly patching him up. She knew exactly what beast had attacked him. She only felt pity for the boy when the next night would roll around.


Once the boy was patched up well enough she easily lifted him and carried him off to the bedroom, laying him down, tucking him in then leaving for the night to continue her duties as a guardian of sorts. In addition to that, she made a point to slay the attacking beast so he would breed no more of his kind.


The next morning as the boy would come to, she waited, watching quietly from his windows and stealthily sneak around. she saw the time to be right and dropped to the ground, uninjured, then pranced up until she found his door. She knocked on it politely and put on a sweet smile.


By now she had changed. she still wore the black short shirt, but this version had sleeves, her dark grey pants loose and baggy, held up by a belt. her sandy blonde hair was tied up on a pony tail behind her going down to about her lower neck. She cast him a sweet grin and once the door was open she pushed past him and easily strode into the home, looking around as she stood in the middle of the room, her weight shifting from foot to foot. The woman had nearly a goddess complexion- and one who called her one would be dead on. really though, breed could be better set as more of a demi-god. She whirled around, clasping her hands together. 'Alright. Gonna break this to ye sweetly." She said in a thick sscottish accent- perhaps pirat-y. "Yer a wolf thing!"

 

[bettsyboy]

Marco stumbled back as the woman pushed him aside, a frown formed on his face "Hey!" He yelled but she seemed to ignore him. She spun around and called him a "wolf thingy" after she spoke those words there was a moment of silence, of stillness with only the sound of Marcos apartment fan going, moving around the dust particles clearly visible with the sun rays shining through the window blinds.


Once this tense moment was over the perception of this story moves to the outside of the apartment. Footsteps can be heard, before a crash, grunting and groaning by both, him yelling for her to "come here!" And her protests. Eventually the crashing and footsteps end, after a 2 second moment of silence she comes flying out of the apartment into the hallway.


Marco stomps up to his door "and stay out!" He barked, slamming the door. Once it was closed Marco stumbled back towards his chair "god, what's she been smoking?... Maybe I should ask her where she got it? Nah too late to ask that now" he grumbled, sitting back in his chair and trying to relax again, trying to minimise outside influence to help with the throbbing in his head, still, not the worst hangover he's ever had. 
(sorry about the puny post, made that one from my phone right before going to sleep)

 

[BeCREATIVE]

Which probably wasn't the brightest thing for him to do. her first thought was to break down the door and choke the son of a bitch, slaughter him for damaging her pride, but she didn't. She had a much keener idea. She would make him beg her to help him. She dusted herself off, and strode down the hallway. He was lucky she wouldn't hurt a human- with her abilities she could have hurt him very badly, very easily. He was a twig in comparison in his form. She made her way to the top of the building and waited, playing games with her faithful dragon companion Onyx, who was very small, darkly colored, and had just one eye.


as night would finally fall upon the Earth, sweeping away the light and warmth the sun provided, she sent Onyx to rest and waited, listening to the hols of the wind. it was time. He would be turning soon. She licked her lips and drank in a breath of air, then stood and carried herself off to deal with im before he murdered everyone. Just enough time for him to beg for her help. She came to his apartment, busted the door open and stepped in, her eyes narrowed and her dagger drawn behind her. She whistled quietly, shutting the door with her boot and slowly walking around. "Beastly~" She sang, a grin playing on her lips.

 

[bettsyboy]

The day dragged on, Marco spent the whole day trying to nurse this super-hangover he had been cursed with, his whole day had been filled with him drinking water and coffee and eating scrambled eggs, non-stop, nothing but scrambled eggs, well he did mix in whatever meat he had as well, his appetite was insane! And don't think he didn't notice it.


He watched his movies all day as well, watching some familiar stories soothed his pains, but eventually he got sick of that. Turning off the TV and his DVD player he stood back up, cracking his back and letting out a long pained groan. His thoughts drifted back to that weird girl who was here before, she looked... Arab? Egyptian maybe? And yet she spoke like she was down South, she was probably trying to has some lame drugged-out joke by trying to call him a "wolf thingy" he of course guessed that whatever she was on, that must have sounded hilarious calling "Mr M. Wolfe" a "wolf thingy" he shook his head, at least he hadn't resorted to taking whatever she was on.


He went into his bedroom to lie down, his stomach was bloated with all the food he had eaten and the bed creaked as he lay down, looking up at the bikini girl poster on the roof, he turned to his side and slowly but surely he got to sleep... If only for a bit.


Blinding pain woke him up, he thrashed in his bed, his back arched and he suspended himself on his bed by his toes and his head "AAAAAGH!" He tried to scream in pain, but his scream was mostly a gargling. In his agony-thrashing about, he knocked over a lamp, causing it to break as it hit the ground. A sound outside was heard, it was that girl again! Normally like any rational human being he'd grab his aluminium baseball bat, head out and chase her out of town, but with his body seeming to rip itself apart he had a better if less prideful approach.


"Huh-ELP! HEEELP!" He managed to scream, but again not as loudly as he would like, as the girl came to investigate, she would see him I his bed which was already half destroyed by his thrashing, he barely looked like a man, his arms were stretching, his knees were breaking and becoming reversed! His head was off-shape too, his face was stretching forward, his nose was being twisted into a different shape, his feet were extending as well as his hands and fingers, all the while hair was growing all over, this hair was a dark grey in contrast to his normal auburn/brown hair and his eyes were bloodshot.


He looked at the girl, in agonising pain "make... It... Stop" he pleaded, his teeth stretching and changing into fangs before her eyes... The second transformation is always the hardest, unconscious through the first one, most you know what to expect, but the second one....


He fell off his bed, rolling onto his stomach he pressed his hands to the floor , arching his back as what seemed to be a tail extended from behind him, and finally he let out a great and powerful howl!


He launched himself at the girl, well more accurately at the doorway, with the goal of getting out a window and having a hunt!

 

[BeCREATIVE]

She was too late. She cussed under her breath, teeth grit, but at least was given time to hear him beg for help. She stood and watched with an emotionless gaze, her arms locked at her lower back. Her footing remained firm on the ground and when the man would lunge, her own beast was let loose. She swiftly stepped aside, grabbed him by the skin of his neck and yanked back, throwing him onto the ground. In a blur of speed her foot was on his chest, the heal of her boot pressing painfully at his rib cage and digging in. Not enough to cause an injury, but at the sharpness of her metal heal it certainly would feel as if it were causing him an injury.


Her lips curled back, showing off her white teeth in a low, dangerous growl of her own. She reached down, snatching his snapping jaws and squeezing them shut with a tight squeeze, her other hand fumbling through her dress pocket. the woman was obviously one of very much power, speed, she needed no drug for her near godly ability. She tugged free something akin to a dog collar, sat on him and attached it around his neck quickly.It was a bloody red, with beads around it that were the color of his fur as soon as they came into contact. She leaned down, her tongue gliding along a random bead then yanking away, stepping off the beast and letting a grin toy onto her lips. The collar would start to do it's magic on the male, his thrashing should come to cede should the magic take effect....


'Heal, puppy.' Came her sly, seductive whisper. And if the magic worked properly, the other would be filled with the urge to obey the words that easily slipped past her lips, she stood at lax. Her arms crossed just under her chest. Her eyes flicked to the room, looking around it and noting the rather obscene poster of a woman. She hissed something below her breath and climbed on the bed, snatching the poster off, crumbling it up and throwing it out a window after opening it, then closing it again.


She once more stood calmly, tapping her jaw. Then, with a lack of any other command, she shrugged a shoulder and brushed back a lock of her hair. "Alright, pup, be your human self." She flicked her wrist dismissively. Such a command, if once more the magic served it purpose, would return the man to his normal mental state- however he would be stuck with physical until the sun would kiss the horizon once more.

 

[bettsyboy]

Marco's body continued to jerk as her collar's magic took effect and slowly but surely, his human mind came to the forefront "wh... what?" he asked shakily, staring at his own hands "what is this!? what did you do to me!?" he howled at her, he had quite a set of lungs on him too, creating a deafening sound. he got up from his knees, he now towered over her by a clear 2 feet at least, his bloated belly from before was gone to reveal a slim, even skinny stomach, such a huge intake of protein was necessary of else his body would die mid-transformation due to simple malnutrition, it took a lot of nutrients, proteins and most of all, energy to go under such a metamorphosis.


His breaths were heavy and labored, his limbs felt like they were shrinking and burning, he needed to expel energy, without control Marco thrashed at anything in his apartment, roaring as he did so "what is this!? make it stop!" he barked, his whole body was still in pain, this wasn't natural, not at all, and his brain knew it, it was uncomfortable beyond belief.


all the while he thrashed, across the road, on a rooftop about the height of Marco's apartment, a small, skinny bald man in a turtleneck, with long ear rings and red and black tattoos around his eyes watched the scene unfold. He glared at her and spoke "Enough screwing around with your new pup, if you don't shut him up and have him come along quietly, you know what you'll do" his voice would echo into her head, and she would hear it as if he was standing right in front of him. of course it was obvious what they would do, it had happened before. Humans today saw their kind as myths, something cool to put in a movie or a game, but they could never have their existance revealed, if she couldn't either get Marco to come with her quietly, or knock him out and bring her with him, this bald man and his... associates, would kill them both and burn their bodies to nothing but ash, leaving no trace to indicate their existence.

 

[BeCREATIVE]

"Shut yer damn mouth, mut!' She hissed and snatched his muzzle into her hand again, forcing his sounds to be low rumbles. Her foot accompanied this, stepping on one of his feet paw things, to keep him at least slightly still. "Whoever attacked ye last night is the one responsible for this. If ye hadn't been such a blind idiot, you wouldn't even bee in this position, you' be a human still, but no, ye had to throw the crazy lass out, eh? Ye made yer own damn bed now shut the fuck up and let me help you! Or I'll tear that collar off and let the hunters tear you to shreds! I've done it before to my disobedient pets, don't think ye'll be saved just coz ye got a pretty face!"


She pushed his body onto the bed, their height difference not phasing her one bit. She's taken on the god's titans before, this guy was child's play in comparison. With the beast on the bed she sat down on his stomach and used both hands to keep his jaw shut. "Now calm down." She ordered in a quiet tone. "I'm bein real fuckin nice, letting you have your own consciousness. Or i could just turn ye back into my little mind slave again, and do what needs to be done. Kill you. But I'm givin' ye a chance at life-coz I pity ye. Gonna be a good pup now? link twice if you are willing." Her offer was simple.


Do what she says and live, or don't, and die. This of course meant her own life would be taken, but she wouldn't say that. All this just because she was the one assigned to kill the wolf that changed him- she had been hot on his trail when the stupid kid had been bitten anyhow!

 

[bettsyboy]

Marco let out a low, rumbling growl "... fine!" he reached up and grabbed her leg, shoving it off him before getting up and brushing himself off. He cracked his back and let out a long, loud groan "hells bell woman! what' s your workout routine? bench pressing boulders!?" he groaned again, cracking his shoulders as his head tapped his ceiling fan "so... what? I gotta wear this fucking collar all the time? or just when I go to sleep?" Across the way on the rooftop where the bald man was before... he and his "associates" were gone, not leaving even footprints.


In the distance, over the sounds of cars and people yelling, typical big city sounds, a low howl was heard, it was faint but still there. Marco's head turned to the window, his hearing was much sharper now and he was only now noticing it, he could hear everything! the couple having sex downstairs, one of the neighbors watching some late night talk show, even his new "visitor's" heartbeat, he clenched his hands into fists "you... your name, what is it?" he didn't even turn to ask her, he just said it with a low, gravely voice. Her answer wasn't his main concern, it was the distant sounds, that howl... he knew that thing that attacked him last night was out again, hunting, attacking people, leaving survivors like him. funnily enough his own humanity hadn't fallen on him thus far, he hadn't had time to think about that yet, all he could think was how he wanted to be outside, hunting that... THING, he wanted to eat too, he wanted red, raw meat oozing with blood and still warm off the carcass. He had food of course in his kitchen, but it was all processed shit, crumbed chicken, beef burgers and the such, and non-meat options would make his stomach turn.


"... are we hunting tonight?... I want that thing's head on a spike before dawn... let me go, let me go after it"

 

[BeCREATIVE]

She herd it too. She stood absolutely still for a long while, her eyes wide. "Toxic." She sputtered out and jogged over to the window, sticking half of her body out and letting her hair get caught by the wind, inhaling deeply. The wind helped her catch scents but her nose wasn't so good that she could reach the scent. Toxic trained herself, went months blindfolded to heighten her senses.She yanked herself back out of the window, and reached behind er, pulling out her katana.


"Yes. But you do as I command, and attack when and where I say. Silver bullets aren't what kill your kind, it's where and how hard." She explained, closing her eyes then nodding her head. "You can jump higher, and run faster. I'll ride you." She jumped onto his back and curled her legs around him, her fingers curling into his fur. 'Now jump out the window and head west. That's whee he is going. I'll strike when we get there, alright? Be a good wolfie, and I'll let you eat him." She murmured in his ear, then pressed the bottom of her face into his fur, fingers spreading out along his shoulders. One hand weld the katana, the hand's wrist draped over his shoulder. She smirked, and added, 'Now go, wolfie, hurry fast or he'll get away~"

 

[bettsyboy]

Marco tried to shake her off, thrashing about violently and clawing at her legs, there weren't sparks from that but there might as well have been from how hard her skin was against his razor sharp claws "GYAAAH!" he roared in defiance of her on him, but once again they were interrupted by a distant howl, Marco stopped dead in his tracks, turning to look out the window, and then as if he had completely forgotten her on his back, and as such he showed no regard for her, he ran, giving no care to her balance on him, jumping through the window and letting her hit the shattering glass face-first and so on.


They landed down on the street below, in the middle of the road, the buzzing streetlight. Once Marco had regained his balance after landing from such a height he glanced at the bottoms of his hands, the broken glass couldn't pierce his skin... not even a scratch. His head darted up, he began sniffing the air, so many scents! his own, that of the girl on his back, car fumes, the crack being smoked in the alley next to his apartment building, and a distant but strong scent, a foul odur of rotting flesh and body odur... that THING.


He launched himself into the fastest charge he could, launching down the street at a solid 50 miles per hour, within moments he was at the end of his street but didn't even slow down, instead rampaging through an alleyway between two shops. He emerged from the other side of those shops and took a sharp left turn, almost getting hit by a sedan which he jumped onto then used as a launching platform to land again on the side of a 5 story building, with ease he climbed the side of the building and got to the roof, it was from here he could see it, in a public park and playground down below, it was crouched low, feasting on a local feral dog it killed. Marco snarled, the other's head turned to them, it smelled them too.


As if only now remembering she was on his back, he turned to the girl "there... how you wanna do this? I go in and kill it while you hold a perimeter and stop it from escaping? or vice versa?"

 

[BeCREATIVE]

And she was VERY pissed. Pissed might be an understatement too! Her flesh over her face was red with the promise of a bruise, a few shards of glass having cut her cheeks and temple. She jumped off of him and yanked out a shard, holding her bleeding face. He was rewarded with a good, hard slap across the face, her violet eyes burning. Her legs dripped blood on the grass, her body literally quivering with rage. She grabbed the damned collar, lifted him off his feet and slammed him on the ground and swiftly pulled her sword out, sharper than even his teeth aiming it for his throat. "You ever in yer damn life do that SHIT again, I'll see to it ye will see the sunlight again. But ye'll wish you hadn't. I would tear ye limb from limb, but I need you. YOU scan, make sure he doesn't leave, and I'll show you how a good huntress does it. Ye've made my job much harder, now my blood's smell is gonna stink up the place. Fuckin' already knows we're here too, damn idiot. NOW GO." She hissed and kicked him aside, turning her back.


Before the opportunity to strike while her back was turned arose, she was gone, bounding off quickly to go find her prey. Her woulds would have time to be cleaned later. But they left her at several disadvantages. Her blood's smell for one. Her blood's trail for another. The blood was also making it a little harder to see, along with the possibility of a concussion and the deep cuts in her legs made running a difficult, painful task. Oh, he was DEFINITELY going to be punished brutally for this.


She easily found the other wolf beast, and dropped from her branch. The chase started. She ran after him, pulling a few throw darts out of her belt and tossing them at the beast to tire him out, to slow him down. And eventually, the beast would tire, and she jumped onto his back, knowing him to the gground easily with her weight slammed against his weak body. One easy cut- back of the neck, then stab down to his adam's apple. Easy. She fell to the ground, yanking her blade out and sitting herself down.

 

[bettsyboy]

The scuffle was brief and violent, but she came out on top easily, her prey was already diffled with diseases and parasites which had left him weak for awhile now, the const of "going feral" as it were, as the creature's last twitches played out, footsteps were heard behind Toxic, it was the same bald man from earlier, he walked slowly, clapping his hands "another good kill Toxic, you're quite the huntress..." he walked up and sat down next to her, touching her face, as he did her wounds began to heal "hmm, I would have thought you wouldn't have let some glass window wound you so... you gave away your possition by letting yourself become wounded" the man stopped to light up a cigarette, as he did so and Toxic undoubtedly began blaming Marco he shot here a death-glare "those we try to recruit are free from blame Toxic! or perhaps I should punish YOU for leading to the death of two members during your recruitment if we're going to punish him!?" after this he glanced around "speaking of which... I wonder where our newest recruit has gone off to?... I sure hope you didn't scare him off Toxic, that would... REALLY shake your superior's trust" he smiled, taking another drag of his cigarette "Bring him back to the center on one piece Toxic... or don't bother coming back yourself, your... impulsive nature has already put you on thin ice, one more slip up, and you're falling through"


Marco had watched the fight and saw how she killed the creature without mercy, and it was obvious she was already pissed at him! she had a full grasp on her abilities, she was utterly merciless, and she was pissed the hell off at him! "well fuck that" was all he could mutter, what would she do to him? skin him? break his legs? there was no telling. With minimal hesitation, as she burried her blade in the back of her prey's neck, he turned and he ran, he ran as fast as he could in the opposite direction, he retraced his steps from earlier, but he took a left turn instead of going straight on when he came out of an alley in between 2 buildings. He began darting from alley to alley, his beastial form terrifying those who got even a small glimpse of him, but before too long, a feeling encroached on the back of his neck... she was coming.

 

[BeCREATIVE]

You're damn right she was coming! He got her in trouble! She wouldn't kill him, that would only be more of a pain. See, this is why she prefffered to be self-employed! She caught up by dropping on him from above, her heals digging into his sides. She grabbed is collar, and pulled back, ordering for him to lose his personality. It was a command for the collar. Her pup was much more obedient that way. When her command took effect, she told him to stop, sit. She crawled off of him and stood in front of him, her hands resting n her hips. "YOU REALLY ARE A PAIN IN ME ARSE!" She yelled and grabbed him, then pulled a whip-like leash from her bag and put it on him. "Come on dog we're gonna feed ye then ye goin' straight ta bed till the sun rises o I'll see to it my blade gets shoved right in yer ass!"


Her cussing and low-toned ranting would continue. She'd be damned if she was going to lose out on such a big paycheck. But her job was not to train dogs to do pretty tricks. Her anger and frustration would only boil more, knowing her fuckin' favorite boots were in shreds because of this wolf. But she got him home, grabbed all the meat product she could find, thawing it an putting it all in a big heap. "There, beast, eat."