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Post by Vincent Valentine on Sept 7, 2007 14:47:24 GMT -5
"SPECIMEN!? Release me immediately! I need to watch the moon tonight, or i will get weaker and die, we Lycans cannot live without the moon." Vincent said to the doctors, while one of them put something weird liquid into the IV. "What do you think you are doing doc!?" Vincent then added, while glaring at the docs.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Sept 7, 2007 18:13:43 GMT -5
It wouldn't take long before the tranqualizing took out Vincent again. " Well that is fine, we can arrange that. Goodbye for now Mr. Valentine." The doctor said.
Sure enough, Vincent was moved to a room with a skylight about one hundred feet above the floor. The moon would be out and be shining into the chamber. Vincent was restrained with leather and chains not to mention the nearly two feet thick concrete walls and five inch thick steel door. This was a airtight chamber and if Vincent started to get roudy when the moon affected him, VX gas would be pumped into the room. That sh*t would kill anyone in hardly a minute by first stopping the brain signals to the body and the then the body would convulse so hard the victim would break his own spine and spin out his guts. That was after the victim's skin melted off. Night was coming and the moon was full.
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Sept 7, 2007 18:52:36 GMT -5
The moon shone onto Vincent as he was asleep, he transformed while he was asleep, he then woke up tore the chains and leather, although he did not approach the steel door, for he knew they would kill him for sure, some how, all he did was to howl at the moon, for thats what the Wolves, it's also their way of communications.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Sept 7, 2007 18:57:10 GMT -5
The guards watched the monitors as Vincent transformed and began to howl. He was not hurting them, or himself, if it made him stronger they could operate on him and experiment. How long he needed to regain power, they didn't know. Some of them were changing a couple of the gas canisters to sleeping gas so when they were ready, they could knock him out. There were still many guards within the facility and many of them were watching the room, waiting, all guards on high alert.
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Sept 7, 2007 19:03:27 GMT -5
After a couple hours later the moon went behind some clouds, then Vincent fell asleep, with half the power he used to have, but his wounds has been healed, due to the power of The Moon. When he lay there sleeping he transformed into a human again, but some of his Wolf features remained, such like Red eyes, great smelling, keen hearing and seeing.
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Post by Alena Wulf on Sept 7, 2007 21:48:06 GMT -5
Alena had been out in the streets of Berlin, in her Human form, looking for an ideal target or any signs of large Vampyre activity when she faintly caught the distressed howl of a Lycan. Down a couple of streets a prominent building stood, the United States military base, this was where the cry had come from, Alena presumed. She kept a safe distance at more than a few blocks away, scanning the area with her keen eyes. There were likely cameras everywhere, and the fence along the parameters was barbed and possibly electric. The Mother of Lycans came out from her spot and walked the blocks, veering off the sidewalk, to the fence of the military base. “Emm.. excuse me..!” Her English was accented, and she rose a hand to a guard situated on the other side of the fence. She tested the fence for electric current as the guard approached, and when she determined the electricity in the fence was off, gripped the links of the fence with both hands casually. The guard stopped about a yard (meter) away from the fence to address Alena. Alena smiled to the guard with her eyes, “I’m a’little lost…” She laughed softly and shrugged her shoulders subtly. “If y’could point me in the direction of Tiergarten, I think I can find my way again?” The guard pointed from his position to somewhere behind Alena, “It’s down about 12 streets.” “Sorry? Where?” Alena looked behind her briefly as if to see where he had pointed. The guard stepped closer and pointed again, telling her more specifically. Alena folded her hand and squeezed it quickly through a chain link of the fence, and grabbed the guard’s throat, crushing his Adam’s apple. Not the most honorable way of killing someone, but quick and efficient. She scaled the fenced quickly, hopping over the barbed wire at the top and landing on the ground beside the fallen soldier. Then pulled his body over to the side, away from the fence, in hopes that any cameras would not be focusing on her choice of a spot as much as they would the fence. Taking off the guard’s pants and shirt, Alena donned herself in the guard’s uniform, fastening his belt in a way so that they fit her better and looked more natural. The guard was definitely more bulky than she was, but they were about the same height, which worked out well. After hiding the guard’s body as fast and as well as she could, Alena stepped back out into the area and strode confidently through the area as if she were on patrol, saluting boldly to other guards she passed. Toward the back of the property, there were a few windows in the ground which, when Alena peered down them, led to underground rooms. The rooms were similar in structure, and though some were empty, some had people restrained to tables in them. One of the men restrained in a room was familiar. He was the one who had cried out, although now he was unconscious. Alena remembered him, Vincent, he had been just a pup back in Sweden, but he had been loyal. While Alena glanced around her to see where the other guards were positioned, she searched the belt for a cord or rope. She found a cord, but there was nothing it could be tied to outside for it to be dangled through the skylight. Oh well, Alena thought, she’d wing it, she did look like a guard any way. It looked like Vincent was alone in the room, but there were likely cameras; that would be a problem. Alena concentrated her strength into her right fist, and added the power of her Lycan-form into a single punch, aimed at the center of the skylight. It cracked in a couple of places and some of the bones in Alena’s hand broke, but she flexed it and it healed, her knuckles popping afterward. The Lycan Mother planted her heel at the center of the cracks in a firm kick, and the skylight broke, dropping her to the floor some hundred feet down. She stood and shook herself off, walking to Vincent’s side where he lay restrained. “Leather?” Alena laughed as she saw his restraints, and began unbuckling the leather straps quickly, still in her Human form.
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Sept 8, 2007 5:44:26 GMT -5
Vincent awoke as he felt someone doing something on his body. "Who are....ALENA! You've come to free me?" Vincent to Alena as he saw her taking away his restrains. "We must leave in a hurry, for i fear they will release some sort of gas soon." Vincent said towards Alena.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Sept 9, 2007 17:17:22 GMT -5
The gas began to pour in the room and guards filled the hallways. Their guns were loaded with silver bullets. By now they had been fully alerted to the situation at hand and had been outfitted with the weapons required. If the gas didn’t work, then they were pretty sure that their bullets would. There was practically no chance that the amount of bullets that would fill the room would hit their hearts and kill them. They waited patiently with anticipation. They waited for the gas to do its duty.
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Sept 9, 2007 18:01:11 GMT -5
Vincent noticed that the gas was being released. "Alena lets get the hell outta here fast! They've released the gas!" Vincent said with an alarmed voice as he got free. "Which way are we taking, Alena?" Vincent asked Alena.
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Post by Alena Wulf on Sept 10, 2007 1:44:34 GMT -5
((just sleeping gas, right?))
Vincent’s chains and straps fell to the ground as Alena cracked them, and he was freed from the table. With the first whiff of the gas, Alena brought a hand up to her face to ward off the foreign substance, but soon cuffed the neck of her shirt and a hand over her nose and mouth to lessen the effect for the moment. There was no way they’d be able to get back out through the broken skylight; it was just too high to jump or scale. Alena dropped to the ground and searched the drawers of the medical/laboratory equipment that had been set up next to Vincent, looking for an oxygen mask of any kind, but there was none to be found. D@mn it, she cursed to herself; but glanced up at Vincent and communicated to him: calm down, don’t get excited. It seemed likely that the door would require a good deal of effort to break down, which meant that it was pointless to try. Especially because it was also pretty likely that there would be people on the other side of that door, waiting and ready, if it did happen to open. The small breach in the room at the skylight wasn’t doing much, if anything at all, to leak in uncontaminated air and filter out the bad stuff. All they could really do was try and hold out until someone from the outside came in, bringing in the breathable air with them. The problem was: how long it might take for someone to enter the room. Alena sat crouching on the floor, on the side of the testing table away from the door, cupping her hands and the guard’s shirt she’d confiscated, over her nose and mouth. But as the gas continued to be poured in, and the time wore on, Alena started to feel light-headed and lost her balance. Her eyelids became heavy, and she fell to the cold floor.
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Sept 10, 2007 5:55:07 GMT -5
"Alena stay awake!" Vincent said to Alena as he shook her. "We cannot let them win this battle, or it will be the end of The Lycans as we know it." Vincent then added as he also started to feel light-headed.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Sept 10, 2007 7:25:00 GMT -5
The hidden and non hidden cameras in the room caught everything on tape. Two guards sat there and watched the monitors, relaying what they observed to the marines in front of the room. The sleeping gas was effective, even for the most stubborn and powerful werewolves. Once the werewolves went down it took one of the commanding officers a moment to decide if he should pump in the VX gas and simply kill them. In the meantime, a Blackhawk helicopter circled over the window with the only 50 cal in the world fully loaded with silver bullets. It flew overhead in case an immediate solution was needed. The marines waited for both the werewolves to fall into sleep. They would not be waking any time soon. Somehow they had created a trap and not known it. The gas was pumped out so the room’s air was breathable. The massive steel door opened slowly and the marines filled the room, more still filling the hallway.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Sept 10, 2007 8:22:25 GMT -5
As all this was occuring below to Black Hawk Helicopters flew over the building. On each of these helicopters was a 50cal machine gun filled with silver nitrate ready to blow away anything that might get out of the building, or by some miracle make it out of the skylight. Brandon was in one of the helicopters that circled over head. Each chopper flew well over the building, so they could not be boarded by anything on the roof. Inside each chopper were four Navy Seals armed with Grenade and Rocket Launchers. Nothing was getting out of the building.
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Post by Alena Wulf on Sept 10, 2007 13:09:31 GMT -5
Vincent's plea crept into her mind, and though she tried to tell her body to go, it would not respond to her. She itched to move, but her muscles felt lazy and disobedient. And then she gave up, only irritated at Vincent's attempts to help. She was so sleepy, and moaned to be left alone. Her mind drifted and she no longer heard Vincent, was no longer in the laboratory. Alena's sleep brought her to the very pit of blackness, and she was comforted and disturbed all at once. She lay in a bed of nothing and on all sides of her was nothing, above her stretched endless nothing. The void so empty and full; she was falling but never even moved. Alena was out of it.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Sept 10, 2007 21:18:23 GMT -5
Well, the process of moving two werewolves was difficult, very difficult there was the constant fear that they would wake up. The men continued to inject IVs into the werewolves as to keep them asleep as they moved from plane to plane. Once on a certain plane, the IV's stopped so that Alena and Vincent could wake up. They would wake up, restrained with heavy steel, not to mention a 50 cal filled with silver bullets looking at them....comforting aye? The plane had been fully decked out and there were probably around fifty guards on board. One of the men, named Nathan, a high ranking military officer waited for Alena to wake up.
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