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Loss In Night

Sweat clung to his fur as he ran quickly between the trees of the swamp. He stumbled and crashed against a mossy oak, feeling the ringing sensation through his thick skull. Taking a moment to catch his breath he tried to gulp in the humid night air. The taste of his blood made him want to wretch, it was pouring from his gums so even if he tried to rinse it out it was futile.

Marcus gripped his head between his massive hands. He could feel where the blood was beginning to clot on the massive cut along the side of his head. It had almost taken off his ear and it stung horribly. Though out of all the scrapes and bruises the most painful and noticeable wound was the mental break from his partner.

He did not even try to call out to her. Lauren was dead. The sense of it was overwhelming and to be cut off from her so quickly was causing him to lose control of himself. He trembled and he quickly turned and began to attack the tree he was resting against, pulling chunks of moldy wood from its great sides. He howled with such animalistic fever he swore he had never felt so wild in all of his time as a werewolf. This severing was part tragedy, part escape from everything that seemed to hold him back.

“Marcus!” The sharp tone of a woman’s voice cut through the air.

The werewolf turned to see a pale figure perched in a nearby hanging limb. The blue gown she wore clung to her slim figure in such a way that she almost looked like the personification of a weeping willow, the train of delicate fabric hanging precariously over the dark water. Her clear blue eyes seemed to say that she had been watching him for awhile now and yet she showed no fear or any emotion for that matter.

“Lauren is dead,” Marcus muttered slumping back against the tattered tree.

“Yes, I’m well aware of this. She sent a distress signal right before she died. Though had I known you both would face this much trouble I would have come with you.” The woman continued to sit carefully on the limb, her silver-blond hair slipping over the side of her face as she turned back to look at a pillar of smoke rising from far off. “I did not expect the voodoo priest to have brought about that many undead.”

Marcus snarled and lunged at the woman. “Kate, you bitch! You sent us to our deaths!”

The woman effortlessly leaped from the branch to another across from where Marcus had come at her. She landed delicately like a ballerina and folded her arms across her chest. “As I recall you did not wish for my help and you stated that you would have this uprising under control!” She tossed her hair back and glared down at the werewolf. “You are a seasoned fighter and I had thought that you had been trained enough to know when you should try and back out of a situation.”

Kate had begun to step closer when Marcus quickly charged again. She dodged and with the force of her mind flung him back against another tree, watching it crack and fall over in the muddy water due to the impact. “I see the deterioration of your mind has already begun.”

Marcus felt something begin to shut down within himself. He gazed towards the horizon and although it was hard to make out, he could spot a warm glow of the coming morning. His fur had begun to retract and the de-metamorphosis only added to his ongoing pain. Kate watched with indifference as if this whole situation was one large time consuming bother to her. He staggered to his feet and attempted to swing at her, but he only failed to clumsily flail at her and fall into the knee deep water.

With one hand, Kate reached in and pulled him by the scruff of his disheveled coat and leaned him up on his knees. “The only person who killed Lauren was the priest. It wasn’t your fault, you were just simply too stupid to call for back up when you needed it. This wasn’t a chance to play “hero” Marcus. That isn’t our job. The organization is here to simply shut down those who unsettle the balance. We don’t get our names in the paper or get some special award. You know better! The priest got away so your blunder has gained us nothing. We’ve now lost two young operatives as well.” She looked down at the soaking wet man before her. He looked so terribly pitiful and yet she could only shake her head at him.

“I’m still alive though,” he croaked, attempting to stand up, but sinking back to his knees.

“Without your partner you are useless to us. She is your partner to keep your powers stable so you wouldn’t get out of hand. You won’t be able to control yourself now when the full moon rises. I should do you a favor and end your life here, but that isn’t my choice unfortunately. This will be for the council to decide and you’d better hope they will be able to bind your abilities or simply end your existence. The berserker rage of a werewolf is something very few can control.” Kate reached out and lightly touched his forehead. Closing her eyes she stood motionless for a moment. “She threw herself in front of you, how stupid.”

Marcus growled and swiped at Kate once more, though she easily stepped back. “That is a love of a partner though,” she sighed and drifted up into the limbs of the tree. “I will go report to the council. I suggest you find your way back to your home before day fully breaks upon us. Regardless of whether or not you are a part of the order, you are a creature of the night and you are never to be seen. That is our fate.”

Kate continued to stare for a moment then within a blink of an eye she vanished into static. Marcus carefully crawled along in the water, his cuts a dull sting now. This would be the last night he would know what it would be like to be whole and in control of everything that he was. From now on he was truly nothing but a beast.

Description
Loss In Night

Sweat clung to his fur as he ran quickly between the trees of the swamp. He stumbled and crashed against a mossy oak, feeling the ringing sensation through his thick skull. Taking a moment to catch his breath he tried to gulp in the humid night air. The taste of his blood made him want to wretch, it was pouring from his gums so even if he tried to rinse it out it was futile.

Marcus gripped his head between his massive hands. He could feel where the blood was beginning to clot on the massive cut along the side of his head. It had almost taken off his ear and it stung horribly. Though out of all the scrapes and bruises the most painful and noticeable wound was the mental break from his partner.

He did not even try to call out to her. Lauren was dead. The sense of it was overwhelming and to be cut off from her so quickly was causing him to lose control of himself. He trembled and he quickly turned and began to attack the tree he was resting against, pulling chunks of moldy wood from its great sides. He howled with such animalistic fever he swore he had never felt so wild in all of his time as a werewolf. This severing was part tragedy, part escape from everything that seemed to hold him back.

“Marcus!” The sharp tone of a woman’s voice cut through the air.

The werewolf turned to see a pale figure perched in a nearby hanging limb. The blue gown she wore clung to her slim figure in such a way that she almost looked like the personification of a weeping willow, the train of delicate fabric hanging precariously over the dark water. Her clear blue eyes seemed to say that she had been watching him for awhile now and yet she showed no fear or any emotion for that matter.

“Lauren is dead,” Marcus muttered slumping back against the tattered tree.

“Yes, I’m well aware of this. She sent a distress signal right before she died. Though had I known you both would face this much trouble I would have come with you.” The woman continued to sit carefully on the limb, her silver-blond hair slipping over the side of her face as she turned back to look at a pillar of smoke rising from far off. “I did not expect the voodoo priest to have brought about that many undead.”

Marcus snarled and lunged at the woman. “Kate, you bitch! You sent us to our deaths!”

The woman effortlessly leaped from the branch to another across from where Marcus had come at her. She landed delicately like a ballerina and folded her arms across her chest. “As I recall you did not wish for my help and you stated that you would have this uprising under control!” She tossed her hair back and glared down at the werewolf. “You are a seasoned fighter and I had thought that you had been trained enough to know when you should try and back out of a situation.”

Kate had begun to step closer when Marcus quickly charged again. She dodged and with the force of her mind flung him back against another tree, watching it crack and fall over in the muddy water due to the impact. “I see the deterioration of your mind has already begun.”

Marcus felt something begin to shut down within himself. He gazed towards the horizon and although it was hard to make out, he could spot a warm glow of the coming morning. His fur had begun to retract and the de-metamorphosis only added to his ongoing pain. Kate watched with indifference as if this whole situation was one large time consuming bother to her. He staggered to his feet and attempted to swing at her, but he only failed to clumsily flail at her and fall into the knee deep water.

With one hand, Kate reached in and pulled him by the scruff of his disheveled coat and leaned him up on his knees. “The only person who killed Lauren was the priest. It wasn’t your fault, you were just simply too stupid to call for back up when you needed it. This wasn’t a chance to play “hero” Marcus. That isn’t our job. The organization is here to simply shut down those who unsettle the balance. We don’t get our names in the paper or get some special award. You know better! The priest got away so your blunder has gained us nothing. We’ve now lost two young operatives as well.” She looked down at the soaking wet man before her. He looked so terribly pitiful and yet she could only shake her head at him.

“I’m still alive though,” he croaked, attempting to stand up, but sinking back to his knees.

“Without your partner you are useless to us. She is your partner to keep your powers stable so you wouldn’t get out of hand. You won’t be able to control yourself now when the full moon rises. I should do you a favor and end your life here, but that isn’t my choice unfortunately. This will be for the council to decide and you’d better hope they will be able to bind your abilities or simply end your existence. The berserker rage of a werewolf is something very few can control.” Kate reached out and lightly touched his forehead. Closing her eyes she stood motionless for a moment. “She threw herself in front of you, how stupid.”

Marcus growled and swiped at Kate once more, though she easily stepped back. “That is a love of a partner though,” she sighed and drifted up into the limbs of the tree. “I will go report to the council. I suggest you find your way back to your home before day fully breaks upon us. Regardless of whether or not you are a part of the order, you are a creature of the night and you are never to be seen. That is our fate.”

Kate continued to stare for a moment then within a blink of an eye she vanished into static. Marcus carefully crawled along in the water, his cuts a dull sting now. This would be the last night he would know what it would be like to be whole and in control of everything that he was. From now on he was truly nothing but a beast.