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Fantasy Wolves on the Run

Grey Bat sighed. "I have taken the lives of many, and I am unnatural. Simply, I have about one year to make the changes I wish to make. It shall be done."
 
"Black Bat works with Sanders. Most likely he won't be called in until Sanders is dead. Plus, I need the cure I created. I can't live anymore knowing people are dying by a disease I cured."
 
Grey Bat sighed and looked at his watch. "I'm going to meet Sanders. Come with me, but do not attack him until I say 'Sure' got it?"
 
"Hide in the bush closest to me. And don't piss in it." Grey Bat walked southwest, although he had about twenty minutes to arrive at the location. He had developed small wrinkles around his mouth.
 
"why would I piss in it?" Elliot mutters to himself. He follows Grey closely, very aware of how quickly Grey is aging. "So, maybe you could lengthen your life before you kill Black Bat? I mean, you certainly don't... have long."
 
Grey Bat sighed in annoyance. "I have until July 26th. Today is February 6th. I have time."


The two arrived within 15 minutes, giving 5 minutes for Elliot to hide in the bush and secure his cover.
 
"Yeah, but still!"


Elliot hides in the bush, crouching low. His heart beats fast in his chest. Sanders still manages to scare the shit out of him, even when Elliot has his hero to protect him.
 
When Sanders got off his helicopter, he stares directly into Grey Bat's eyes, grinning. His black coat and copper hair flap in the wind birthed from the chopper. It left soon after, which meant someone was going to die. "Hello, Sanders." Grey Bat kept his weapons sheathed, but did analyze with his Eye. He had three copies of the cure, a silenced pistol, and a PDA. "Hello, Grey Bat, my wonderful creation. I assume you want your cures?" Grey Bat coldly nodded. "You were designed to be smart enough to realize I won't give them to you." Sanders snapped three times. A man in a white buttoned-up trench coat rolled out of the bushes. His hair was grey and his face was slightly wrinkly, much like Grey Bat's. His face was similar, but retained uniqueness. He held a silver revolver in his left hand.


"White Bat." Grey Bat's voice became deeper as he said the name of this man. White's irises were pale, as he was blind. "Why are you and Black working with Sanders?" White moved his head from Grey to the ground. "I will not answer that question. You must realize, Grey, some things are meant to be hidden." White voice was powerful but not loud.
 
Elliot shifts into Eyolf, scared of the now third Bat person. What, is there going to be a semi-black Bat and a Mostly-White Bat next?
 
"Sure." Grey hopes Elliot remembers him saying the life lengthen-er will kill clones and reaches his hand out towards the bush Elliot's in.
 
Eyolf leaps out, teeth bared threateningly. He doesn't know that White Bat is a clone, because no one told him there are fucking three Bats.
 
Grey, realizing that Eyolf didn't know White was a clone, swiftly unsheathed his weapons. "My twin clone, let us duel for our father's name. Let us see who is the true descendant of the legend." Grey charged at White, Sanders charging at Eyolf.
 
OH SHIT IT'S SANDERS RUN! Stop being a pussy, Eyolf. Bite him! Why do you think you have sharp teeth? Oh yeah... Eyolf jumps and clenches his jaws around Sander's throat, effectively tearing out Sanders' trachea. Then Elliot takes over and looks around. The vial of life-lengthener is on the ground near Grey. Elliot leaps for the vial, but White, somehow seeing Elliot coming, grabs Elliot by the throat and slams him on the ground.
 
Grey knows how strong White is, as he was genetically perfected in strength. He shot at White, only to have the blind clone evade all of the projectiles. Grey morphed to his wolf and clawed deep into White's shin, only to revert and professionally kick his twin's jaw. Instead of falling on the ground like a normal soldier, White back-flipped to restore his footing. "Maintain caution, Elliot. White is basically me."
 
Elliot groans and sits up. His throat aches enough for it to be hard to breathe, but he needs that vial. So he jumps for it and grabs it, holding it against his chest and curling into a ball to protect it from White. Then, when he knows it is safe to go on, Elliot sneaks around the battle and finds an empty syringe on dead Sanders, pouring the contents of the vial into the syringe. "Grey!"
 

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