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Futuristic Those That are Hunted

Vulcan grips his hair to the point of his knuckles whitening. Then his hands slide down to his nose forming a prayer, his eyes shut tight. He lets them fall to his side, his body enervated, eyes are damp, the air that he breathes in and out is trembling with fear and sadness. He limps to Amelie, confused and hesitating.


"You know, there are three types of people in this world - sheep, wolves and sheep dogs. Some people prefer to believe that evil does not exist in the world. And if there's danger at their doorstep they won't know how to protect themselves. Those are the sheep. And then you've got predators, that use violence to prey on the weak. They are the wolves. And lastly there are those who've been blessed with the gift of aggression. Those men are a rare breed. Live to confront the wolf to protect the flock. They are the sheep dogs.", he makes a pause, wavering "There's no way for any gifted to become a sheep and I've been a wolf for more than 16 years now... But I think I may become a good sheep dog. When you know who you are you know your purpose. I want to join."


He had nothing to lose really. He had just let down the girl he sought to protect and Ivan would be happy to see that his boy has finally found a purpose in this world. His gift and skills wouldn't go to waste and at the same time he would help those in need.
 
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She looked back hearing Vulcan say he would join."Vulcan no!" She barked as she looked at him sadly. "Vulcan if you join you have to take me in! Is that really what you want to do?" She said coldly and turned away. "Fine by me but I'm going to fight for freedom that obviously you and those other morons don't want!" She said and walked further into the mess of cars, the German shepherd at her heels. She finally focused on the scent she had found and pinpointed the location of it. She looked through a window to see a young boy, about 13-14, stuck in a passenger seat. She turned human and forced the door open just enough to grab the boy. As she looked around she noticed the car wasnt completely smashed like the others. Infact no other car was touching it."forcefeild." She mumbled. She carried him out of the wreck and placed him on the ground. "Hello." She said and the boy replied with a simple hi.


(Hey do you guys mind if I use this story and make it into a comic?? I will send you guys every picture I make so you guys can see it. Oh and I'm gonna make this boy a character.)
 
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(Wow! Yesterday I was thinking the very same thing: that this should be made into a book/comic/movie/TV series. Looking forward to seeing what you draw. Totally encouraging it.)
 
(That sounds awesome!)


 
Amelie cursed when she felt her connection to the wolf shatter. I'll let the higher ups deal with him. Hearing someone come closer to her, she hung up her phone. "Ah Vulcan." She stood there and listened to what he had to say. She had to admit, that saying was true. She held out her hand to him. "Welcome to the team Vulcan." She leaned in close so only he can hear. "Also you probably just saved that girl's life. As long as I bring at least one of you back I can let the other go." Pulling back, there was a small hint a smile on her face for just a second. "Plus since Hayden went rogue the higher ups are going to be in so much chaos. His family has been working for us for generations." Looking at his leg she bit the bottom part of her lip. "Ive done this to myself before and it work but I don't know how it would work on another person. The leg that's making you limp. I can cover some of it with ice and to help sooth the pain it should also help you walk better." She wasn't quite sure if it would do that of if it worked for her because it wa her gift.
 
Vulcan takes her hand willingly and feels her pulling him closer, smelling a crispy cold perfume, causing him to shiver "I may have lost that kid's trust, but I still care for her safety." He pulls back and returns the smile "Don't worry about me. I'm probably gonna need a whole pool of ice for all the bruises from the fall.", he jokes "Wait, you know my name and I still don't know yours. We are a team now, right?"
 
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"Are you a gifted?" She asks the younger boy smiling


" Are you an agent?" He slyly responds


"Of course not. I just thought that maybe you were a gifted because I noticed no cars were touching the one your in and that would be impossible under this circumstances so I thought you may have a power."


"Correct I can create force fields."


"That's an amazing skill. And what's your name?"


"Toron"


"That's a very nice name. Mines Kytha."


"Who is the dog? A shifter?"


"No toron it's just a normal dog. His name is Cody."


"Oh. Ok so what do you want with me?" I was hoping you would like to join a rebellion against the gov to get all is gifteds some freedom."


He looks at Kytha happily. "I would be happy to. How many people are there so far?"


"Just me and you..."


"Oh ok. Do we have a base?"


"We'll I'm not exactly sure any more... You see that male talking to the woman over there?"


"Yes."


"He had a hideout that I lived in for a night which was last night. But he just joined the agents and I don't know if we will be allowed back there..." She says and her eyes begin to tear up.


He wipes a tear off her face as it falls from her eye. "Don't worry. We will figure something out."


She sighs and stands up and the boy follows. She sees Hayden and remembers that he is no longer an agent. She runs up calling his name. "Hayden wait. Join us. Join a rebellion. You can be free after that. No worrying about your own safety. Please?" The boy had finally caught up ad was carrying the dog. "We could really use you."
 
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Castiel sat under a tree, resting from his recent workout. He took a deep breath, allowing a large amount of oxygen into his lungs, and exhaled slowly. A sigh escaped his lips and he closed his eyes. "Slow times." He muttered before reopening his eyes.


He stood up against the tree a little too quickly, for his vision became blurry and his head began to spin. He put one hand on his head and the other on the trunk of the tree for support. The slight nausea was gone just as quickly as it came. He shook his head and pulled out a water bottle from his pack, which he began to gulp down greedily.


"Ah, nice and cold. Perfect." A small smile spread across Castiel's face but quickly disappeared. He looked around, deciding where to head to next. He shrugged his shoulders and began to walk in a random direction, hoping to stumble upon something interesting.
 
( :o I'm sorryyyyyyy. And you actually own a motorcycle? )


"Of course I know your name." She scoffed and let her hand drop to her side. "What kind of agent would I be if I ddin't know who I was going after?" That wasn't entirely true. She didn't know what the girls name was. "And my name is Amelie." Looking him over she realized he needed medical attention. Nothing big, but she still wanted one of her own to look him over. Amelie looked around for her bike ad saw that it was plainly destroyed. And I really liked that one too. Pulling out her phone she dialed a number. "This is Agent Glass reporting. Agent Peirce went rogue. I attempted to have him tracked and he destroyed it....yes sir....I know I should have gone after him." A frown formed on her lips. "Well one of the gifted I found decided to join willingly. The other managed to escape." She watched Kytha as she said this. She was only allowing this girl to get away once. The next time she sees her she will detain her. "Yes sir. It won't happen again. Can you transfer me to the medical facility?" She assumed yes for the phone started ringing again. "This is the medical center at HQ. How may I help you?" A cheery female voice answered. "Yes, while on the hunt my partner managed to cause big accident." Boy that was an understatement. "There are ton of casualties and the local people cant come in and help. Also I need medical attention on a new agent."


Amelie heard the female typing away on a computer. "All right Agent Glass. Help is on it's way by air. It should be there in about 20 minutes. I also sent someone to the address you are staying at to help heal the new agent." Amelie thanked her and hung up the phone. "Now we just need to find a way to get back to the inn."
 
"Amelie", he mumbles while she makes the call. "Thank you, really, for what you said about my friend. She's a good girl, stubborn and headstrong, but good..." he says when she finishes her conversation "So, about that transport. If I was on the run I would use the sewers, but that is not really a place for a lady. And while we're at that, make sure to tell our rogue agent that he owes me a new bike." Vulcan walks past her, leaning with one hand on the wall so he doesn't fall over. He was feeling dizzy, most likely from brain concussion. The helmet could protect his head from bursting like a ripe grape, but not from the shock of hitting the pavement with a force multiple times heavier than his own body weight. Vulcans greatest desire right now was rest and a bottle of brandy. And then he remembered he had picked a random direction like a complete fool.


"Wait. Where are we supposed to go again?"
 
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She looks back and sees Vulcan. She turns away from Hayden "toron stay with Hayden and I will be right back." She walks over to Vulcan and looks him in the eyes. A tear runs down her cheek."why?" Is all she says. She grabs his wrist so he doesn't just walk away and repeats, this time louder. "Why??"


The boy obeys and stands next to Hayden with the dog in his arms." So what's you answer? You joining or not?" He says as he looks back to see her talking to the new agent that in his mind betrayed her and himself. He turns back to Hayden an unamused expression across his face.


(Btw Vulcan feel free to post on FrØztbĪttĘn when ever you feel like it:) you were accepted.)
 
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Amelie grinned. "You'd be surprised about the places I go. And you'll get a new one once you're registered. Maybe sooner since that other agent needs to be retireved." Seeing him lean on the wall she walks up to him. "I can help you walk you know. And we are going to a local inn. It's kind of on the edge of town. Once we get out of this disastor," She looked around at all the destroyed cars and the injured. "I can call for a car." She took his arm and put it around her neck so she can help carry his weight. "Don't be afraid to lean on me. I'm a lot stronger then I look." Seeing the girl walk up to them Amelie's eyes narrowed. "You better run while you can girl. Believe or not this man saved your life. Next time I see you I won't let you go so easily."
 
Castiel continued his trek, heading nowhere in particular. He pulled out an energy bar from his pocket and bit a small piece off. He grumbled about the bitter taste but food was food.


A bored mind tends to wander, and that is exactly what Castiel's mind did. He began to think of the times that he went skiing, one of the few good memories that he had. He chuckled as he imagined the brisk, cool wind blowing whipping his hair around as he sped down the mountain. As he walked, he unknowingly was creating a trail of ice behind him and the temperature in his immediate area dropped by ten degrees.
 
Vulcan sees Kytha run towards him, grabbing his wrist. When he first hears her plea he looks to the side, avoiding her eyes, for he knew he would not endure her powerful gaze. The second time he pulls her abruptly in, embracing her tightly, whispering in her ear "I promised to protect you at any cost. I keep my promises. Don't come for me." He puts his hands around her cheeks and softly kisses her forehead, then pushes her aside and puts an arm around Amelies shoulder, feeling her do the same. "Lets get out of here."
 
Kytha looks at him. Tears filling her eyes. "You've saved my life multiple times. I wanted to be at your side for as long as I could. I saved you from. Him."she points at Hayden and continues. "I considered you as my only family from the time you have me the courage to quit! You encouraged me to be like you. Brave,strong,not taking no as an answer. So that's what I've been doing. Not taking no as an answer. And I won't let you say no to staying with me. What happened to the Vulcan that wanted freedom? Hmm? You never would have joined them in your lifetime. What happened to you!" She says angrily grabbing his wrist again. "I thought we were partners for life. I guess I was wrong. Well we will see who you side with when you see our rebellion come knocking at your doorstep. We will see who you are truthfully loyal to." She says and begins slowly walking away, tears now streaming down her face as she puts her hands over her face.
 
Amelie couldn't help but laugh and laugh and laugh. There was something sinister about it though. "A rebellion? You think you can defeat us. You're making me laugh. And he already has more freedom than you do by coming to me." She shifted Vulcan's weight. "And I'd lose Hayden if I were you. He will be my top priority." She started walking away with Vulcan it took a while for them to get around the wreckage. Once they did though Amelie pressed a button on her watch. It took a little while but eventually a car came. It was nothing special just a small four door honda. The person driving stayed in the car. Amelie helped Vulcan into the back seat before going to the other side and getting in the back with him. "Take us to Lucky Inn." The driver nodded and drove off. It only took a few minutes before they got to the inn. Amelie got out of the car and went to help Vulcan. The driver came out and helped as well. "I'm also the medical assistant you asked for." "Are you a gifted?" "No ma'am. I'm just good at what I do." Amelie opened the door to the room. "Well do what you need to do."
 
Once in the hotel room Vulcan starts undressing. First he throws the gun and knife holsters, along with the four magazines, each holding 15 rounds of ammo, on the bed and begins unbuckling all the belts and straps of the body armor, removing one part of it after the other, along with the gloves and boots. Finally he takes off the thermal suit underneath, staying just in underwear. And consistent with what he had expected he was the color of a blueberry from all the bruises. He turns a chair sideways to the table, sits down and puts his right arm on the surface, turning his head to look at the wound from the glass shard. It wasn't too deep but interestingly it had pierced the head of the tattooed rattlesnake that had wrapped its body around his arm down to the elbow and had driven its fangs into the flesh.


"How did it happen?"


"Motorcycle accident."


"Okay. As I can see you can move quite freely. Do you feel liquid under the skin?" (Internal bleeding)


"No."


"That's good. Having trouble breathing?" (A broken rip would press down on the lungs)


"No."


"Feeling dizziness? Headache? Imbalance?"


"A little."


"You've got a concussion then. Let's take a look at those cuts now.", he carefully inspects Vulcans arm and the wounds, then underlays a pillows to keep the limb at a comfortable position for him to work on "The one on the shoulder is an older one, it will heal in a matter of days. I'll have to stitch the one underneath." He also takes a seat on a stool next to the table where he had already left and opened his med kit. From there he takes out a tetanus shot and turns to his patient, sticking the needle right next to the wound, causing Vulcan to jump.


"I'm sorry but it has to be injected in the area of the laceration."


"Do what you must, doctor.", he growls.


He turns back to the suitcase and takes out all the things needed for the suturing. He hands Vulcan a pill. "Take that. It will relieve the pain."


"I can handle it."


"Mind if I ask what your gift is?"


"Therianthropy" (a Standard Therian can shapeshift in one animal only; Kytha is in that case a PolyTherian because she can shift in 3 different animals)


"Can I rely that you won't bite my head off?"


"Nah, but you'll be fine, promise."


The doctor puts on his white latex gloves and irrigates the wound with a syringe filled up with saline solution. He then takes the scalpel and cautiously cuts away all the loose and jagged flesh, preparing the edges of the wound for a clean suture. He then uses a hemostat to hold the tiny, curved needle to which the non-absorbable thread is already attached, and starts stitching, carefully pulling each end of the string in opposite directions, making a twist and knot at each throw to approximate the edges, slowly closing the wound. After securing the final throw he makes a final knot and cuts the suture ends with a pair of scissors.


"Done?", he winces.


"Almost."


He takes another needle with string and starts placing additional sutures along the laceration, properly aligning the wound edges, eliminating all the remaining gaps. Finally he puts a non-adherent dressing on top and bandages it.


"Keep the wound away from water and moist for at least 12 hours. The sutures will be removed after a week. Most of the smaller bruises will heal in that time as well. You should put ice on them and massage the skin from time to time. In that period you will be taking one pill of paracetamol every six hours and make sure to take in lots of vitamin C. No alcohol, no caffeine, no heavy exercises. And most importantly - rest, rest and rest again. Got it?"


"Yeah, thank you, doctor."


He packs all the dirty instruments into a plastic bag and back into the med kit, preparing to leave.


"If difficulties arise, please call me, but I doubt any will."


He puts on his coat and hat and exits the room, leaving the two alone. Soon they hear the car driving away.


"That wasn't so bad. Another scar to the list.", he sighs "So, is this where we're staying? Because I only see one bed... Uhhm, not on the first date, babe.", he gives Amelie a big smile, showing off his canine teeth, a slightly wild spark in his eye - his wolf genes coming to display.


 
He shakes the feeling off and rises from the chair to look at himself in the mirror that was hanging over the desk. His left hand goes up his chest to feel one of the tattoos. This one was a verse, written in a blood red ink, a rusty razor wire with a rose stuck in it underneath the quote, blood dripping from the petals. Each drop was falling in an overflowing ink bottle, a broken black feather lying beside it.


Death comes in on swift wings


As black silk raps round his skeleton like body


I see a smile upon his face


He grins a grin of dead at night


And still he does not frighten me


For I am used to his grin of grim


And will be ever after


"I got this one quite a few years ago. At first it started as nightmares that were constantly haunting me - every single night until I got in on my skin. Then the visions suddenly disappeared. I guess it is a form of pact with death himself. Don't know if it's supposed to be a blessing or a curse."
 
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Watching strip down Amelie couldn't help but stare. Feeling heat rise to her cheek she turned and sat on the bed through the entire process. She flinched and had to turn away though when the doctor started stitching his wounds. When the doctor was done she walked him out and closed the blinds. She hated the sun in the morning. "So, is this where we're staying? Because I only see one bed... Uhhm, not on the first date, babe." Vulcan said. Hearing that Amelie turned to yell at him but no word came out of her mouth. Getting the girl would have been much easier on my heart. Subconsciously ice began to spread underneath her feet. Amelie hadn't felt this nervous since she was first on her own. Hearing him move she snapped out of her thoughts. Seeing him touch the tattoo on his chest she walked up to him, listening to what he had to say. "It's still a beautiful verse. In it's own twisted way." She paused not knowing what else to say. "I can go to the front and ask for a room with two beds if you really want."
 
"Oh, I don't mind really. I was asking because of you. Well, they better allow pets."


Vulcan turns to his wolf form and shakes energetically, hair flying all over the place. He turns his head around and starts biting at his back, tearing patches of wool-like fur out, then goes to the nearest wall and rubs and rubs, causing even more to fly in the air and stick to the walls. Shedding season was pretty much half the year long and it was making him insane. His once beautiful black coat was now covered in brown and grey undercoat. He shakes again, yawns, and climbs onto the bed, curling up in the farthest corner. Nonetheless he was big enough to take up half the bed. The doctor had said that he had to rest and Vulcan really needed to. "They better have breakfast as well or else I'm gonna eat some concierge.", he murmured but it just came out as a low growl.
 
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-ky walked towards the boy and man. She hands the man a phone. "Give me a call if you decide to join and we will all meet up somewhere. I'm the only person on your contact list but only have the phone on when needed as the gov will track you through the phone." She says and nods to the younger boy, toron, to follow. The two make their way back to the house and she enters with ease to see the older man sitting in his usual spot at the table with a cup of coffee. As she walks by she introduces the two to each other and keeps walking. She walks into the basement and grabs the dog out of the boys arms placing it on the ground. "Pick any bed you'd like. This room is the only cameraless room for a few miles so..." She says and drops the quiver. She takes the bow and arrows (the ones Vulcan gave her) and throws them onto a different bunk. "Ima gonna see if we need anything. I will talk to Ivan and tell him about what happened. Make yourself comfortable and I will be back as soon as I can." She says. The boy nods and she walks upstairs. "Ivan... Vulcan left to join the gov. That boy I brought is one like me except his power consists of forcefields. If you want us out of your base then we will leave. We are making a rebellion against the goverment. If you want us gone I'm hoping you could give us a bike." She says sitting down and facing the old man. She taps her fingers as she lets the words sink in while she awaits an answer.
 

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