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A New Beginning: Surprise Package

Colab between Drakdrake0 :icondarkdrake0: and me :iconshadowfaller:
Based on Surprise Package setting, venture into Timeline 16; 2033. A virus has turned half of humanity into Dragons and carriers of it, while the remaining and unaltered half is vulnerable to it's adverse effect; Blood Thirst.
When worlds collide, Lt. Shane Smith will have his weirdest day ever, and Blake Indigo will find something that has been erased from reality.

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Hunter's Moon

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Welcome to Terra, a world where technology has advanced to the point where interstellar travel is commercially available, where creatures of myth and fantasy exist along side humans and aliens, magic runs wild in the streets, and reaching for the stars is as simple as boarding a ship...

And a place where the flaws of humanity still exist.

It comes to no surprise that people find out werewolves exist. What does is how they became werewolves in the first place, why they were hunted down. And how they were reclaimed their humanity, at the price of their human forms.

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Chapter six: The Chaos Fae and the Sleeping Dragon

Young had delivered everything she had requested. The nanite kit, venom from the golems, blood from the specimen. She stirred the mixture until it became clear. There were days when people would call her a genius, but tonight, she lived up to that title. Synthesising a gene-slave from a nero-paralyser, and some bargain basement microbots, in an environment only remotely resembling a lab, and all under the gun of a mad man.

But she wasn’t done yet. She still needed to give the gene-slave to the almost too far gone Stella when the man thought it was for him. She eyed the remaining nero-paralyser with a smirk. Then she turned to the nearly full dragoness, her body no longer resembling anything human, now a large reptile out of myth and legend, and Eternity’s history.

“I’m going to need more distilled water.” She said.

“Why?” Young demanded.

“To dilute the formula. You can’t take it all at once or your heart will explode and you’ll die mid transformation.” She answered smoothly, not braking eye contact, steady and unnerved. She knew what was at stake.

Young turned his back to her. When he did, she took out one of her throwing knives and coated the nero-paralyser over the silver edge, careful not to let her skin come in contact with the thick, vicious liquid, like scooping up honey. When Young turned back, with the bottle of diluted water in hand she hid the knife behind her back, letting him come close. Predatory instinct left long dormant by evolution turning her species into the prey flared as Young reached across the table to hand her the water, only for her knife to slice across his arm.

The toxin worked immediately. His expression of shock vanished as he fell across the table. Clair had the foresight to rescue the beaker that held the gene-slave before it was crushed by the collapsing scientist. She then rushed over to Stella’s side and gently nudged her awake. 

“Stella! Stella! Wake up Stella!” Clair hissed.

“No. No school. I’m too tired.” The dragoness responded sleepily.

“Stella! I need you to drink this.” Clair pushed. “It’ll make you fell better. I hope.” Her confidence was waning thin, considering the conditions she had to synthesise this under. “Open wide.”

The large maul opened as wide as the owner could muster. She poured the beaker in without a second thought. It closed and she heard the maul’s contents get swallowed in one loud gulp. She then checked her pupil… only to find an almost human sky blue eye. She was regaining her human traits. She hoped the gene-slave wouldn’t take long, they needed to get out of here, preferably before any of the zombified humans found their way into the temple’s alter room.

She crouched behind the makeshift table, knife in hand, and the opening reflected in the crystal suspended in the centre of the wall before her.


As they tracked across the tundra towards the central dome, Julian couldn’t help but feel the tingle of the snow between his claws, the frigid wind on his scales, it felt rather comforting to be in the cold. The tension just seemed to vanish if not for the idea that he was carrying an ‘Black hole generator’ with instructions not to tilt it.

“You sure it’s safe?” Julian asked.

“As houses unless it’s gone past it’s use by date.” Blake answered. “Which is…” He stopped trying to recall something. “November twenty twelve.”

“But it’s two thousand and twenty four.” Julian said worried.

“Then while I still have the chance, it was nice knowing you guys.” Blake said smiling. Glenn chuckled and Jenny just shock her head.

Inside, Julian could see the damage. It looked like someone had tried to put the main radio unit back together with duck tape and rubber bands, and skateboarded though the lab, with a flamethrower. When they got to the digsite elevator, Julian pulled off the retina scanner panel and hot-wired the two exposed wires together.

“That’s it?” Glenn asked.

“It’s a closed environment.” Julian answered as the doors opened. “It’s basically there just to log personal going in and out.” Inside, he felt claustrophobic and cramped. He was bigger then his pervious human form, the one he was accustomed to for sixteen years. He noticed every time he needed to address Blake, he needed to look down, and Blake always rotated his head in a way that he felt like he wasn’t looking up at him, but rather meeting him eye to eye, the simulated sense of equality cracked the barrier that appeared when he changed. As the elevator descended, he could help but ask a question.

“Then what?”

“Oh.” Blake said, looking towards Julien with his steel grey eyes. “I still have a lot of tricks up my sleeves.” Julian flinched from the flash of vivd purple.

Had to be a trick of the light. He thought. But then again…

The elevator slowed to a stop. The doors opened to reveal a wall of ice, with a few meters of open space between them. They stepped out into the cavan and the complex of tunnels.

“This place is huge.” Jenny commented. “Thankfully they used standard protocol, dig out a cross patten of trenches, or tunnels until they find what they’re looking for.”

“Too bad they found it.” Glenn growled. “Hopefully they stopped after that.”

“Let’s spit up.” Blake instructed, producing a sword hilt from his duster pocket. “And light footsteps guys. There could be zombies wandering around. Knock them out only.”

“Won’t be a problem.” Glenn said cracking his knuckles. With the growl laced in his voice, it was enough to make Julian jump. Jenny just held up a machine rifle displaying a knob on the side. She twisted it and it made a high pitch wine. They then went down different directions of the tunnel, Blake and Julian taking one end, Glenn and Jenny the other.

“You ever fired one of these before?” He showed Julian a rather bulky handgun. “It has isomorphic nero-receptors in the grip. Just concentrate on the target and shot. Gun and bullets will do the rest. And stay behind me.” Julian nodded but eyed the sword hilt with a sense of unease.

“And that?” He asked.

In response, the cross guard extended, a purplish crystal extending out. Then a blade made from the same purplish crystal exploded out, a sharp two edged blade glowing with a strange warm and uncomfortable light that seemed to energise him. Something about this crystal edge was made to inspire fear in those the wielder was against, and bolster confidence in those who stood with him. And with sword in hand and a Russian made assault rifle by his side, Blake took the lead and Julian followed close behind.

They didn’t need to walk for long.


Ten minutes. Thats how long it took for Stella to reduce into a tall, slender almost wavy figure of a dragon, and more human proportions, what was the word they used? Anthromorpthic? The upside is that she would atleast be more manageable in terms of getting her out of this place, and maybe her retina scan would be valid again.

“Clair?” She moaned opening her eye.

“Hey.” She soothed. “It’s alright.” She heard another noise, a moan.

“What happened?” She heard Young say. “Where… where am I?” Clair turned towards the source of the voice, watching the man try to stand upright and… confused?

Her eyes widened when she figured it out.


It was almost amazing. The Temple of the Frost Emperor. If Julian had to compare it to anything on earth, it would have to be the pyramids of Giza, made of limestone and diamond. It stood in the cavernous room, still half berried in the ice with a small collection of catwalks and lifts webbing around the structure. And above it, was a giant white dragon, it’s jaw looming over the peak of the structure.

“Our friend Kaltor’le, at the hight of his power.” Blake whispered.

“Damn.” Julian half gasped. The pyramid was big in it’s own right, but the dragon dwarfed it under it’s shadow. “He’s huge.”

“Occupational hazard.” Blake shot back. “Sitting on a throne for a long time, you’re bound to put on a few kilos. That’s what I’m more interested in.” He pointed to a large jewel imbedded in the wall of the pyramid. “The Ice Heart reborn.”

“Reborn?”

“It was destroyed in the Spring Dawn Rebellion. But artefacts that powerful don’t just stay smithereened forever. They’ll reform over time. And it has the power to plunge the entire planet into a permafrost. Come on.” He gestured to a nearby lift. “We need to find Clair, and Stella, and the Professor and we need to send this place into oblivion.”

“There’s a remote control for the lifts, but I don’t know where it is.” Julian whispered. “Without it, someone is going to have to work the controls manually.” Blake nodded.

Julian stood on the lift as Blake worked the controls. The hydraulics gave a loud hiss as the platform rose… into the waiting hands of two GSO zombies.

“Shit! Stay the hell away from me!” Julian roared as they grabbed him. Apparently, what ever spell they were under, had made them a lot more durable. Julian slashed at them, dropping his gun but they got his limbs and dragged him away. But not without one of them dropping something in the process.

For Blake, he was lucky that the controls were in their blind spot, but even more fortunate when the remote for the lift mechanism fell at his feet. Less could be said for Julian as Blake watched the boy get hauled on to one of the lifts by one zombie while the other hit a button on the control panel. He summoned the elevator platform down to get himself up to the first level of catwalks, and found an alternative route that took him behind the zombie still behind and patrolling, or looking for him. It was easy enough to sneak around him, it was like he wasn’t even listening. Or maybe the thing controlling him was more focused on something else.

He pointed the inferred controller towards the controls and he rose upwards with a collection of hiss. He reached the peak, to find that there was someone standing over the alter.

“Professor Lagunov, there you are.” Blake called out to the figure standing before the remains of the pure white giant dragon emperor, frozen at the moment of his death, still trapped in the ice. “I was beginning to think the golems…” She turned, and Blake saw what he failed to notice before.

Her face was pushed out into a black scaled muzzle with sharp teeth. Her features had become draconic, including her feet, now free of boots, but her clothes were still on, probably uncombable on her tail that was poking down her trouser leg, and her wings hadn’t grown out, yet. She smiled, as her party finally released the trap had sprung around him.

“There you are my little half fairy.” Zoya hissed, her forked tongue poking out of her muzzle.

“That’s an interesting look for you Professor.” Blake said. “Among a circle of friends, I can tell you that scales are in style. And practical too, never need to wash them, just wax them once a week.”

“Are you trying to be funny Black Star?” Blake visibly grimaced at the mention of his true name.

“Just a little light humour to brake the ice. Speaking of, you’ve been doing a lot of it Zoya.” Blake said coldly. “Or would you prefer Atianc the Glaser? Julian didn’t just come down here because he was curious. You made it easy for a teenage boy to enter the dig site, and you made sure he would get your mate’s blood into his system. But where does the pathogen come into all of this?”

“Where do you think? An emperor cannot rule an empire without subjects. While this world does not have the technology yours pride itself in having, they still have enough to create a neo-gentic virus that can infect an entire species in weeks, and when the first dragon emerges from it’s pathetic human body weeks later, it’ll be too late.”

“So you make the virus mutate so it doesn’t change the population immediately, just incubate and infect the cells.” Blake concluded. “Then when the entire population been infected, the first cell’s incubation period closes and triggers that change, you’ve certainly been busy in Moscow.”

“That’s not all. Did you not think it suspicious that the destress signal was received by your office during the ad brake of your favourite reality show?”

“I do now. Who are you working with Atianc?” Blake demanded.

“All in due time. If you survive.”

“What, you’re going to test the virus on me? I’m sure who ever you’re working with told you that I have a quantum genetic lock.”

“No. You recall the girl Stella?”

“You’re the one who claimed she came in contact with your discovery. When in reality, she was your lab rat!” Blake was no longer clam, his anger slipped. His eyes flashed purple with rage.

“She’ll have a place by my side when we take this world. Even if all eight billion do not survive the change, I still anticipate that one in every twenty will survive to see the new age. An empire of a billion young dragons.”

“Well you obviously don’t need me so I’ll collect my friends, and be off.” He turned, for the exit to be blocked by a pair of larger, almost gargantuan dragon golems. “Or not.”

“I am not letting you go this easily Black Star. Resurrecting my mate will take more life force then this world can muster.” Atlianc interjected. Julian began to stir visibly, Blake hoped he wouldn’t wake up.

“So that’s what you need me for.” Blake muttered.

“The life-force of even a half fairy will suffice, but you and I both know that your core is unstable. A star next to your heart, a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode. Centuries of meditation and training in the arcane arts has allowed you to keep it tame.”

“And you’ll also know that if I summon that much power from my life-force, it’ll incinerate me form the inside.”

“And if you don’t…” She stepped aside where Julian was bound to the alter with the giant dragon’s open muzzle baring down over him. In Blake’s state of shock, a golem ran up and pulled the bottle housing Kaltor’le’s soul from Blake’s pocket. “I will use Julian’s body to house my mate’s sprit and mind.” She took a bottle from the golem. “I have the alter prepared already.” She picked up a tooth that sat on the side of the alter. “Just sink the tooth into the back of his neck, and he’ll have Kaltor’le strength of ages. Just brake the vial over the wound, and he’ll returned to his majestic form.

“It’s your choice Black Star.” She hissed as she lifted the tooth over the boy’s neck and…

“I’ll do what ever you want.” Blake said, his voice betraying the slightest hit of guilt, knowing that what he had done earlier would eventually be undone, and that many would share his fate. And many more would die unless… “Just leave him alone. And let him go.”

Unless he could trick her. He hoped his voice would carry.


Blood of Dragons - Ch 6
It's been a while for this story, I know. I'm sorry. But we are close to a climax.

Chapter five: Blood of Dragons - Ch 5
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I'm not sure if everyone knows about this, but I was told that it made international headlines by the continuous coverage. I just want to get my thoughts down. Yesterday morning, seventeen hostages were taken in a cafe on Martian Place by a lone gunman. This morning, it was... resolved doesn't seem like the best word to use, but here I am using it as I am disheartened by reading that two hostages had to die because of this man's trusted views of Islam.
Katrina Dawson and Tori Johnson, innocent lives, died described as heroes, taken from their loved ones too soon.
I am also equally disheartened, and more disgusted to hear that because of the actions of a few, painting an angry picture against a peaceful religion, and good community. I am also proud to see that a message of unity and tolerance drowned out the anger and hate.
My thoughts, and many others are with the families and friends of those innocents who died that morning, and those who were in feared for their lives because of the actions of this lone man. And I close with this promise;
I will support freedom of religion. I will support those who follow Islam freely. I will not listen to the words of anger, fear or hate. And I will not support terrorism in any form. And I hope that my peers will hold me to this promise.

Anyone depressed by this rant, have a joke that might fix that.

It was a beautiful Monday Morning when I found that I had slept in, and I was late for class. I got dressed, grabbed a bottle of iced coffee, and ran for the bus stop. Only problem was, I took a wrong turn and got lost. Thanks to my trusty iPhone, I found my destination, ran in to the class room. "Sorry sir." I told the teacher. "I slept in, and I got a little lost." I took a seat and the teacher walked up to my table.
"You still are. This is a restaurant."
That explained where my terminal went and why I started writing in my notebook with a fork.
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Jamie wondered if it was possible for them to be breathing though their ears. She didn’t mind the fact that the couple were making out in front of her, in public, but she was concerned that, eventually, one of them was going to pass out from lack of air.

Next to her, she heard Zane snicker. The cause of why came in to view when Glenn’s hand moved up the girl’s arm, carved in thick black fur with hooked claws on the end. Neither occupant was aware of the change, but the rest of the building will be if it continued. And that would not bold well for their contact.

She threw her water over the yellow skinned teenager.

“Hey!” Glenn snapped, now soaking wet.

“Watch your hands.” She hinted. To anyone else listening, they would have thought it was over the boy getting too familiar with the girl. Clair gasped, being the first to see Glenn’s localised transformation.

“Glenn. We really shouldn’t cause a scene.” She rubbed his wrist, hoping to pull his attention to his hands. When he looked, he was shocked, and hid them from sight until he could will them back into human hands.

“Damn. I thought I had that down.” Glenn growled. It had been a while since he took a human form for this long. Back in the commonwealth, he was used identifying himself as a humanoid wolf, even after living most of his life in a human body, he was more comfortable in that form. It took a lot of concentration to stay human.

Jamie herself hadn’t seen Glenn’s human form, apart from illusions during the Lycan Crisis, and some characteristics of his werewolf side had bleed into his human form, the increased muscle mass and tone, the thicker hair and a pair of thick sideburns, amber eyes, but the hair on his arms was surprisingly very fine.

It was a fact that no one at that table was human. Clair was from a planet just over ten light years away from earth. Jamie had come from an alternate dimension where creatures of myth and magic populated the world. Zane might have been the closest, born from an interspecies couple, dragon father, human mother. It was decided before hand that Zane would be a dragon, but several human features made it into his anatomy, plantigrade feet and round pupils for example. However, that made shapeshifting into a human easier.

But there was the absent member of their group. He was human, much to his chagrin. However, his loathing for his own species is drowned out by his determination to prove it’s worth.

Jamie’s concern grew when she noticed that it had been some time since he excused himself. She looked over his food, two slices of ham and pineapple pizza, a serve of garlic bread and a drink in a silver bottle, an unfamiliar brand of soft drink, Vicious Energy Drink, special edition chill flavour. She picked up the bottle to see a tall, red dragon on the side, with smoke rising from it’s nostrils, and flexing it’s arm, causing it’s Biceps Brachii Muscle to inflate with stress. “Unleash the beast within.” She read, then rolled her eyes and muttered something about marketing, before placing the bottle down. “Zane.” She turned to an actual dragon. “Would you go find out what is taking Blake so long.”

He nodded unquestionably, having already finished his meal, the table fell into silence as the remaining three occupants continued to pick at their meals, until something caught Clair’s eye. It was Zane, carrying a very unwell brown haired human boy.

“Stars above!” She yelled. “What in the seven systems happened?!”

“No idea.” Zane growled as Clair ran up to the two, followed by Glenn and Jamie behind. She noticed something on his black overshirt. A liquid with a sour, acidic oder.

“Sick.” She concluded. “We better get him out of here.”

“But the contact?” Zane protested.

“We’ll have to meet her later.” Glenn argued, taking charge. He picked up a napkin, and wrote in an odd script. “Blake should be this ill without a reason. I need to call someone.”

“He’s right. That nanorobotic-immune system can fight off anything.” Clair pointed out. They left the food court, leaving their food on the table. The bottle of Energy Drink was taken from the table.


“When was this?” Clair heard Sarah ask from the other end.

“Five to twenty minutes ago.” She answered. She waited for an answer. Doctor Sarah Jane Nightingale was Blake primary physician, along with the rest of the Indigo Family. She had received the remote feedback from the nano-swarm in his bloodstream.

“Hmmm. This doesn’t look good. It looks like a genetic primer was introduced into his system.” Sarah informed her. “Though the digestive system.”

Clair didn’t have a responce as he heard a pained yell, from someone on the train. She hoped it wasn’t Blake, or Glenn, but her relief was only matched by her horror when the other passengers began to back away from a young boy who was doubled over in pain.

The boy’s shirt tore in half when a pair of brown feathered wings exploded from his back, and stretch out, matching the breath of the train. Her companions stood up, watching with smialur horror as the boy’s body continued to shift and change.


“It’s going to plan.” A man said from behind his desk as he watched the national news. Watching a young man trying to claw out of his rapidly tightening clothes as his body swelled and changed under them before giving up from the pair of bat like wings that tore from his back. “All too easy.”

Genetic Ransom: Prologue
I'm not dead, as it turns out. Assorted Transformations to come. Who knows what's going to happen next? I don't. Comments welcome.
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Sorry. This little thing came up before class yesterday. But honestly, what are the collective nouns for mythical creatures.
For those of you who don't remember linguistics, a collective noun is a collection of things referred to as a whole, such as a 'Mob of Kangaroos' or a 'Murder of Crows' or a 'School of Fish.' or the one I just picked up, an 'Ambush of Tigers'
So let me propose the question; what is the collective noun for dragons?
I heard somewhere a 'Tyranny of Dragons' but I think that's just stereotypical of the whole Slay the Dragon, Save the Princess thinking. A 'Fight of Dragons' sounds better. A 'Lair of Dragons'? A 'Wing of Dragons'?
Lycans (Werewolves)? Aliuans (Werecats)? Easy ones. I'm sure you can derive them from wolves and cats respectively. Though Griffins are an interesting one. A flock? A cast? A convocation? A cloudier? Pounce? Pride? Bacon dipped in Maple Syrup, dusted with icing sugar and served with waffles and cream? No. I didn't think so either. Besides, I'm out of bacon.
And there's the collective noun for humans. Is there a collective noun for humans? A 'Walk of Humans'? A 'Flock of Humans'? A 'Nation of Humans'? A 'Swam of Humans'? Probably crunchy, best served with tomato sauce? That was unexpected. Honestly, we don't taste so good. Pork but bitter and a hint of guilty pleasure. Or maybe it's just guilt. Or maybe it's a 'Tribe of Humans'? Like monkeys, but less fun sounding.
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  • Drinking: Milk flavoured Coke

Chapter three: Vitiligo

“What do you mean ‘he knew there was going to be an abduction’?” Agent Jones demanded.

“I don’t know. All he told me today was that someone was targeting a boy named Benjamin Reed. The kid you guys were keeping an eye on.” Charlotte explained.

“What’s his source?” Agent Smith demanded next. “We didn’t hear anything.”

“That’s because the chatter hasn’t occurred, and probably never will now.” Charlotte sighed. “Listen. Time travel is pandora’s box. Exactly like Pandora’s Box, containing all the horrors in the universe, and hope. And if you’re not careful, you could run into things are the Archin to Drackkenaor Gladiators to a demonic warlord’s horde of brain dead brutes., plauges from humanity’s far future to giant incests trying to escape the Parmian-Triassic extinction event. I’ve only been going about this for a decade at least and I’ve fairly certain I haven’t seen a tenth of what’s out there. And believe me, almost everything people didn’t think existed, does in some shape or form.”

“What a load of…”  Jones began.

“Look out!” Charlotte yelled. Jones swerved to the right in order to avoid the body that appeared from under the truck. The late model Crown Victoria made a protest of screeching tires but made the sharp turn. “Great. Lunch time and he’s already throwing people out of moving vehicles. It’s going to be one of those days.”  

“He’s stopping.” Smith announced at the white van slowed to a sudden stop.

“I’ll get the driver.” Jones said as the agents and Charlotte exited the car.

“Just don’t shoot him. If I have to pull another bullet out of him, I’m going to get it back to the person who shot it, via their head.” Charlotte threatened the agent, practically growling.

“Yes ma’am.” Jones nodded, noticing the teenage girl loading a silver handgun.

“Stay behind me Mis Wells.” Smith advised the girl as she and the agent approached the van door. Smith yanked it open. “FBI! Get down on the ground now!”

Charlotte made a quick scan of the van’s interior, finding the boy, hoodie removed, leaving him with only a pair of cargo pants and a singlet top, scales covering his arms and a blue tail poking out of his pants leg. There was a huge brute of a man standing over the boy with an empty syringe, wearing a monkey suit and a pair of latex gloves. And the third man, a thin, pale guy, had a hole though his head.

“And number two for the body count.” Charlotte muttered as Smith walked up and handcuffed the man. Charlotte walked up to the reptilian teenager, saw his eyes open, and responsive. She then checked on the third person, just checking if he really was dead. “We need bus. One for a check-up, one for the morgue.” She called out to Smith.

“Hands off!” She heard Blake yell.

“Jones!” Charlotte called out. “That one’s mine.” She told the man. “Thanks for keeping him alive.” She added.

“HE said he was with the CIA.” Jones called back.

“CIA, MI6, KGB, AISO.” Charlotte continued. “Every intelligence agency will say he’s with them because of their reasons.”

“Reasons?” Jones asked as he let Blake go. He walked up to Ben and kneeled.

“Let’s just say, the cold war wouldn't have gone anywhere, even if they tried.” Blake told him. “I have a little black book sitting at home with the launch codes for every nuclear weapon on the planet. Not the original by the way. Changed them in the early eighties.”

“I don’t…”

“You okay Ben?” Blake asked checking for track marks. “Agent! Check our guest’s arms! Look for resent injection marks!”

“Thoughts?” Charlotte asked.

“The hypodermic. It was empty.” Blake explained. “I have a pretty good idea what was in it, but I want to check to make sure. If he injected it into himself… I can just hear Roxanne playing the world’s smallest violin for him.”

“Blake. He’s not alone.” Charlotte pointed out.


It was all a blur after the doors opened and those agents came in. I was disorientated and unfocused, I heard voices talking but I couldn’t understand the words. I saw shapes but I couldn’t make out the faces. Eventually…

“…if I have…to say ab…would be so heartless to experiment on children!” It sounded like… Charlotte. “If Clair was here, she’d… ugh!”

“Charlotte.” The new kid… Nightingale?

“That brute better hope he gets everything that’s coming to him.” Charlotte pushed on with her rant. “Forget devolving into some primal beast, I’ll force him to rip out his own throat. Five minutes Blake. Just give me five minutes.”

“To do what Charlotte? Murder a man in cold blood? Prove that you too can sink to his level?”

“Since when did you start making sense?”

“When I slaughtered an entire building full of mercenaries and genetic experiments and escaped a dying timeline with a Archin Droid on my tail. Stars above only knows how long until it manages to emerge into this time and place… just what the world needs. A homicidal techno-organic organism. What could go wrong?”

“Love the coping mechanism.” Charlotte muttered. “So good, you missed the fact that the victim has now joined us.”

“Someone mixed an anaesthetic with a paralytic. Not well either. Might have caused some nasty side effects.” Blake huffed turing to me. “Welcome back to the waking world Benny-boy. Memory loss and migraines will pass.” He offered a bottle of water he was holding. I took it and took a long drink before handing it back.

“Paramedics have looked you over already.” Charlotte told me. I froze. “Relax. They’re not concerned about your mutation. Shocked, but nothing to be worried about. If anything, it metabolised the compounds quicker. Your scutes are starting to grow in.”

“Huh?” 

“Look under your shirt.” Blake informed me. I pulled it up. There was a void where the blue scales just stopped and where my skin started to lose colour and turned white.

“Great.” I hissed. “Just what I need. More weirdness.” Hissed? Charlotte produced a pocket mirror and handed it to me. I looked into it and poked out my tongue. What I saw made me drop it. A flat, thin forked tongue appeared from behind my lips.

“Breath.” Blake said. “Deep breaths. Don’t Panic.”

“I’m turning into a monster.” I whimpered. “And I’m suppose not to panic.”

“You’re not turning into a monster.” Blake returned. “You just need to be reminded of who you are. I need a car.” From his bag, Blake pulled out two metal spheres. “Subeau Impreza or the Trans Am?” He posed to Charlotte.

“Well, we are in California. Gotta go with the american muscle car with after market iPod interface.” She said as she walked up to me, taking my hand and pulling me out of the van. “What about wolf boy?” She then asked.

“Hospital. Something about needing treatment for ringworm.” Blake answered as we got outside, much to my protest.

“Don’t be such a baby.” Charlotte scolded me as Blake threw the sphere into the air. Somehow, a cobalt blue Impreza appeared where the sphere was suppose to land. 

“Collin Harmon. Know the name?” Blake asked me as various agents, uniformed officers and  CSUs wandered around with some purpose. I rubbed my arms nervously, watching eyes turn and glance in my direction. Some stared. Some only looked for a moment and went back to what ever they were doing after they processed.

“He… He disappeared a few weeks ago.” I answered. “There was a struggle in his room. Police said he was abducted. Parents said he ran away. Joice said some sicko let a wild animal into his room.”

“Gotta love gossip.” Charlotte sighed as she opened the door. “I hate it when he doesn’t listen to me.” I looked inside. I found the seats a strange shape and size, almost like they were designed to support extra appendages, like tails. I climbed in and took a seat. Blake and Charlotte took seats, Blake driving…

“Wait. You’re driving?” I questioned.

“Okay. I’ll take that under advisement.” Blake said. “Jones said they took Harmon to Flint Memorial Hospital. I think it’s time for him to have some visitors.”

“You always did take me to the most romantic places dear.” Charlotte cooed.

“Yeah. Nothing says romantic like werewolves in intensive care.” Blake chuckled. Admittedly, I joined in. First time I laughed since I woke up with claws.


“Agents Blake Steorra and Charlotte Wells.” Blake introduced himself and Charlotte to the desk nurse, showing him a tarot card. “Collin Harmon please.” The nurse typed at his terminal.

“Mr. Harmon is awake. Bullet wound was a though and though. Should wake up any minute now. Room 18B.” Blake nodded and continued down the corridor.

In the corridor, I saw the Harmons, standing outside the door and talking to the agents from earlier. Both parents had expressions of relief but they were trembling with anxiety. In Miss Harmon’s hands was a silver ring. One that Collin always wore.

Blake lead me inside, where a humanoid werewolf lied on the hospital bed, with an IV line in his arm. He began to stir as we watched. He shielded his amber eyes with an arm as he opened them.

“Afternoon sleepyhead.” Blake said. “You look a lot better then when we found you in that van. Wouldn’t be hard when you spent six weeks in the Serra Nevada like a wild animal.”

“What’s it to ya?” Collin growled..

“Just acting like I care I suppose.”

“I didn’t ask you to.”

“I know. It’s a habit of mine. Interfering when I’m not suppose to. I was told there was a pill for that, but my head’s screwed up enough already. I howl at the moon. I yell out loud to the voices in everyone else's head. My girlfriend tried to kill me and I still love her. You think you’ve got problems?”

For a moment, Collin was silent before he growled. “My parents threw me out. They couldn’t stand the sight of me.” He said. “I couldn’t tell them who I was. My dad nearly beat me senseless with a baseball bat if I hadn’t made it out the window. To them, I was just some wild animal who somehow made it into their house. Why would they… I mean…” I watched as tears welled in his eyes as he asked a question that I’ve been asking myself for some time now.

“Why would they take me in now that I’m… a… a… freak!?”

“Maybe you should ask them yourself.” Blake said, seemingly unaffected by the pain and sadness in Collin’s voice. “They wouldn’t be here if they didn’t have a reason. But why should the reason matter? Question is, are you willing to accept them after what they did to you?”

Blake then lead me outside the room, leaving the former human to debate in his head the question he’s faced with.

“Have you decided to tell them yet?” Blake asked me.

“My family?” I asked. He nodded. “And if they…” My heart twisted in my chest every time I thought about it. But then again, if I don’t tell them soon, how would they know the creature standing in front of them is their son, their brother, and not a mindless reptile?

“Hard to think that the people who we love unconditionally would suddenly hate us for any reason. It happens, I know, and that’s why we sometimes keep secrets from them. Something that we think is so terrible that they’ll never look at us the same way again.”

                                                                   

Behind me, I watched as Collin endured a tearful reunion. Sure, that night will stay with him, right now, it looked like nothing mattered anymore. Not the fur. Not the bruises. Not the scars. Just that he was there. Home. On my way back to mine, I had to ask, “What kind of a name is Collin for a werewolf?”

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Blake Archibald Indigo Steorra
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Australia
Species: Caucasian Human/Sun Elf Hybrid with Fire Fae and Rose Vampire Heritage.
Occupation: Time Traveler/Commonwealth Agent(Interminstery Office of Special Projects)
Likes: Karate, Arcane Spellcraft, Rugby, Exotic Worlds, the occasional anti-grav speedway.
Dislikes: People causing the big problems in the worlds, almost always white humans
Current Location: Nightingale Estate, Ashfield, Australia, Terra.
Method of Contact: Though this site, or the fae, Skype or Subspace communications.
Email address: indigo507@yahoo.com.au
Steam Name: ShadowFaller

Favourite Quotes:
"Normal is Relative to Reality."
"I can't see the future, I just work there."
"And here I was, thinking it was going to be another dull decade."
"This is so simple, even a monkey can do it. Guess I better have at it then."
"BA... *Coughs* Ok. I've spent way too much time with dragons."
"BONZI!!!"
"It's one thing to see something inhuman as a monster though ignorance. It's another to do so out of appearance alone."
"I'm convinced stupidity killed the cat. Curiosity was framed."

About me: In short, I'm a Psychopath, and experienced in spy-craft and warfare. My Best friend is a werewolf, my lab partner is an alien, my gym partner is a dragon, and I share my house with two sun elves and a two thousand year old vampire who moonlights as a doctor.
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I'm not sure if everyone knows about this, but I was told that it made international headlines by the continuous coverage. I just want to get my thoughts down. Yesterday morning, seventeen hostages were taken in a cafe on Martian Place by a lone gunman. This morning, it was... resolved doesn't seem like the best word to use, but here I am using it as I am disheartened by reading that two hostages had to die because of this man's trusted views of Islam.
Katrina Dawson and Tori Johnson, innocent lives, died described as heroes, taken from their loved ones too soon.
I am also equally disheartened, and more disgusted to hear that because of the actions of a few, painting an angry picture against a peaceful religion, and good community. I am also proud to see that a message of unity and tolerance drowned out the anger and hate.
My thoughts, and many others are with the families and friends of those innocents who died that morning, and those who were in feared for their lives because of the actions of this lone man. And I close with this promise;
I will support freedom of religion. I will support those who follow Islam freely. I will not listen to the words of anger, fear or hate. And I will not support terrorism in any form. And I hope that my peers will hold me to this promise.

Anyone depressed by this rant, have a joke that might fix that.

It was a beautiful Monday Morning when I found that I had slept in, and I was late for class. I got dressed, grabbed a bottle of iced coffee, and ran for the bus stop. Only problem was, I took a wrong turn and got lost. Thanks to my trusty iPhone, I found my destination, ran in to the class room. "Sorry sir." I told the teacher. "I slept in, and I got a little lost." I took a seat and the teacher walked up to my table.
"You still are. This is a restaurant."
That explained where my terminal went and why I started writing in my notebook with a fork.
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  • Playing: Pokemon Omega Ruby
  • Eating: I'm still considering that.
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Thanks for the premium membership blake
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Happy birthday!
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Happy birthday.
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happy birthday, hope you're doing well.
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thanks for the cake badge, bro.
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