The Wolf Pack

Wesley Side:

"Toss them over here." Wesley figures that the blue pills are probably a potent poison for those recruits who've seen too much and are backing out too soon. "I'm in." He tosses his head back and chokes down the pill. With that he offers the bottle to Quinn and Syife. "Who's next?"
 
Syife Marauder

Accepting the pills, Syife carefully studied the bottle. That was, of course, just for show - he was simply waiting to see whether his braver companions would suddenly collapse, clutching their stomachs in agony... They didn't, which meant that it wasn't poison. Quick poison, at least...

Taking one of the red pills, Syife popped it into his mouth and swallowed. "Allright, your turn." He said, tossing the bottle to Quinn.
 
Ian

Ian watched the others take the pills also. They were watching him with concern. Ian did not feel any different whatsoever. He smiled over at the others. "There is nothing to this, these must all be suger pil........ARGH........" A hot rush of pain runs through Ians body, starting in his brain and working its way down his spine. He holds his hands in front of his eyes , watching as the flesh seems to crawl. The pain was excruciating , wracking his body with shivers . His nerves afire, Ian collapsed on the ground, his body carving shapes in the soft loam of the training ground.
 
Hadley drops to her knees quickly and pulls his head onto her lap and holds it there, then at a second thought she quickly snatched Tim's leather wallet from his back pocket. She placed it between Ian's teeth to keep him from biting off his tongue during the convulsions. All the while she stokes his face and whispers to him," Shhh, do not be afraid it will be better very soon, it lasts only a few moments. It'll be alright Ian, I promise you."

Her strange pale green eyes look up at the other men not yet effected,"It is different with each person, but it does not last long. I too promise you that." She returned to nursing Ian as his body twisted in agony.
 
Wesley Side:

Wesley, with his dumbfounded look, gazes at Ian as he colapses and enters some fit. Suddenly, his own eyes glaze over as his throat closes up. Struggling with the unknown grasping force, Wesley pries at his throat trying to clear his airway. Wheezing with his constricted breath, trying to call out for help, Wesley thinks that death is coming for him.
 
Timorne:

With his mouth cast into a grim line, Timorne stood in wait, watching the men, first Ian, then Wesley, as the pills began to take their effect. He cast his eyes upon Hadley as she took his wallet, a light of deep respect for her flashing behind them.

Moving over to Wesley's side, Timorne leaned down to catch the man's eyes, placing a hand on his back as well.
 
Ian

His limbs jutted out as his body was overrun with sensations. His clothing ripped out in sections as long, thick , coarse hair erupted all over his body. The wallet fell out of his mouth as his face changed shape. The bones popping as his skull took on a shape not incorporated by its DNA. A snout appeared, capped by a large black nose. His eyes, normally pale blue, were made red, the veins flaring in heat. His already heavily muscled frame added even more muscle, rippling in the strain of the moment. The back of his pants ripped out as a balancing tail come into existance. His overlarge hands grew hair in abundance and sharpened claws replaced his carefully manicured nails. "GGGGGRRRRRR" , his life in a new shape was born.
 
Wesley Side:

Blind as he is and with stilted breath, Wesley continues to wheez for help as the agony increases. His mind, so concentrating on the lack of air, misses the obvious changes in his own body. Screaming silently, Wesley notices that his eyes are becoming less clouded. With much relief, he sucks in a lungful of air and looks up to where Ian once stood. The terror of seeing another of the monsters in his place nearly sends Wesley to the ground before he notices that his body is also more than human. "What have you done to us?" He growls.
 
A Suburb of Pittsburgh

After hours of searching, Henry finally found the address Kelso gave him, 15 Barker Street. He usually didn't do hit jobs but if he wanted the information he needed to extract revenge on the ones that destroyed him. He didn't even know the proper way to break into someone's house undetected. For example, when you hire a professional mob hit man, he tries to go in and out as quietly as possible, but Henry prefers a more direct approach.
He crashes through the picture window at the front of the house, waking up whoever was inside. Looking around he immediately sees a plush green couch covered with plastic. Next to the couch is a stack of newspapers, piled high on top of a nightstand, with decomposing papers dating back to 1989. The walls are adorned with an array of old pictures of a woman, a man, and two boys. Henry took one of the pictures off the wall and looked at it closely, one of the boys in the picture looked familiar. This didn't look like the house of some low-life that deserved to be disembowel.

His concentration was broken by a raspy voice, "Who....who's there?" Henry turned to see an old woman with a big pair of darken glasses on and a walker. "Pokey...Pokey is that you? I've lost my sight angel, I can't tell if you're there or not." "um.....yeah......Emma it's me, it's Pokey." "Emma? Don't be silly, call me Granny Em!" "Ok Granny." Why the hell would Kelso send him to kill an old woman? Sick bastard. "Your brother never visits me anymore, not since the operation. How have you been dear?" "Alright Granny." "What are you doing now, do you have a family? What do you do for a living?" Henry thought for a few minutes, feeling sorry for the woman. "Yes Granny, you were at my wedding remember? Me and Laura live about 15 minutes away with our little boy Pokey Jr." "Awww yes I remember now, sorry. Damn Alzheimers." "It's ok Granny." "You know your brother told me you were dead, said you were killed in combat overseas. I knew he was lying though, Kelso was always so jealous of you, Pokey. All he ever amounted to was a poison dealer."

Henry was taken back, not only did Kelso send him to kill an old woman but his own Grandmother! He watched as the old woman continued her tirade, "He hasn't even visited me since my tumor was removed last fall." "I know Granny, he's a horrible person." The pair were silent for a few moments. "You know Pokey, my doctor tells me I haven't got long to live. I'm old and my body is wearing down, sometimes I think we weren't made to live so long. I'm glad you decided to come visit me, let me put the kettle on." That's it, she suffering, Henry knew if he were to take her down he would have to do it quickly and as painless as possible. He grabbed an antique statue and waited until she had her back turned.

15 minutes later...

As the door slammed shut the piles of newspapers, the old furniture, and the stale mothballs bared witness to Emma Grey's final words, "P..Ppp...Pokey? Henry I'm .....Henry I see Grandpa........."
 
Syife Marauder

Screams...
Moans...
Unhuman growling...

The scene around Syife was exploding with chaos. His mind struggled to comprehend what was going on. He tried focusing on his companions, only to realize that his vision was gone, everything around blurred beyond recognition! "SHIT!!!" he screamed as a deep pain enveloped his body, spreading to every fiber of his being. His knees buckled, and he sprawled on the ground, clawing desperately at the damp earth... Was he dying? Had the bastards poisoned him after all? Instinctevely, he reached beneath his coat in an attempt to grasp the 9MM... His hand enveloped the cold steel, but it slipped out of his fingers and tumbled away. Fuck it. It was all over anyway... Groaning with pain, Syife waited for death to finally claim him.
 
Ian

Ian brushes off the hand of Hadley as he stands up. He takes a minute to gain his balance. Getting used to his new body quickly, Ian stretched his arms out. Tendons creaking, he could feel the power running through his body. He turns to Timorne, his voice rough with pain. "What have I done? This hurt badly, but I can feel the newfound strength in this body. Does it always hurt this much or do you get used to it?" Ian was suprised that he was getting used to this body so quickly. Maybe part of the pill had effected his mind.
 
Hadley moved to the next man, checking him out making sure nothing out of the ordinary was going wrong with his transformation. She then stood and watched with interest as the rest finally finished changing. She leaned over to Tim and whispered in his ear," Please tell me I didn't look like that the first time I went 'wild'?"

"Does it always hurt this much or do you get used to it?"

She looked Ian over and slightly smiled, “If you change in a rage many times it can be painful, but normally it is not. The feeling of your skin stretching will not go away however, or at least it hasn't over the last couple of years for me. Yet it is not a pain just a slight discomfort feeling."
 
Syife Marauder

Syife was no longer aware of the passage of time. Had it been seconds? minutes? years? He dimly remembered a great pain, and the thought of dying... But those were gone. He was lying on his back, his eyes fixed on the distant clouds... Was this death? Maybe he should try moving... Syife clenched his fist, and roared in pain as his nails pierced his palms. Bringing his hands up to his face, he saw that his nails had changed into claws, while his flesh was now covered with dark matted hair. This was certainly new... Shackily, he stood up, noticing that his body felt at least a couple hundred pounds heavier. He could see the agent and the girl standing some distance away. "Hey, what the fuck's going on?" he yelled out to them, nearly jumping at the sound of his own rasping voice. "Better yet, er... Does anybody have a mirror...?"
 
Ian

The sound of his changed voice haunting him, Ian turned to Hadley. " I am glad to hear that it does not always hurt like this. If it did, I am not sure if I could survive it again. I can see how you and Tim were able to do the strength moves that you did. I feel like I can crush a steel girder into tin foil. So what are we going to be doing with these new found powers? "
 
Wesley Side:

Still cautious about his newfound body, he lets his curiousity get the better of him. "Okay! When do we get to try these suits out?"

The initial shock of the transformation is gone and though Wesley feels very heavy, the weight is easy to handle with his previously unbuilt muscles. Flexing his arms and legs and stretching for the feeling, Wesley anticipates a long, but rewarding day.
 
Timorne:

A half smirk formed on Tim's lips as he turned to look Hadley in the eyes. "Does it matter?" He asked as he reached a hand out to rest upon her shoulder. "Look at you now..." He added, fatherly pride showing in his eyes.

He moved several feet from the men and turned. "Welcome, gentlemen, welcome to the Wolf Pack. I will give you all leave for an hour to... Experiment with your new forms. Hadley, keep an eye on them, see that they are back here within the hour. Then, I will do my best to field any questions you all may have." With that, Tim lifted his hand to dismiss them, knowing they would all have to have an outlet for their sudden animal instincts.
 
Ian

Ian looks over at Tim. He is glad that they are going to get a chance to stretch their legs. He gives a large "HHHHHHOOOOOOWWWWWWWWlllllllllll , Sorry , I meant Yessss. Lets get a good workout and see what these bodies can do."
Ian takes off at a run towards the forest on the left. He works up a good speed , much faster than normal. His legs are moving like a machine propelling him faster and faster . He made a leap for the first tree. His legs vaulted him higher than ever before. He grabbed a branch with one hand. His other hand went to the treetrunk , where his claws automatically dug in to get a better grip. He was able to pull up his body weight with one hand . He sat down on the branch and looked down. My god, it was at least 15 feet in the air that he was.

He marvels at how things look from this height. He was a relatively strong person before, but never like this. White men cant jump, but yet he had just made one that would put any NBA player to shame. He stood up and balanced his weight on the narrow branch. He was confused since he felt like he should have weighed 150 lbs more with all the added muscle, but the branch belied that fact. It seemed like he may actually weigh less. Hmm something to think about. He waved down at the others as he jumped out of the tree. His legs took the impact with hardly a protest. He was beginning to see a lot of uses for this power.
 
Wesley Side:

The sheer power in his body explodes into a chase for Ian. As Ian drops from the tree, Wesley dashes at him from behind and leaps. Amazed at the ease at which this movement occurs, he nearly forgets what he's doing. Fortunately, he completes his twist and tackles Ian with an insane laughter that probably would frighten most people.
 
Hadley giggled as she watched the two playing, and she sat down upon the ground keeping her sharp eyes on them. She turned and watched as Tim walked slowly away glancing back at her he smiled. She grinned and winked then went on with watching Ian and Wesley, her strange pale green eyes never missing a movement.

She laughed as they tackled each other, just like children playing she thought, and in a way they were. They were reborn a moment ago, new bodies new strengths, she thought back to the first time she experienced the rush that came with transformation. She moves to a crouching position and waits for an opening then all at once she pounces in mid air on the two knocking them both to the ground laughing. She rolls off of them and smiles brightly, “Quite a rush eh?"
 
Timorne:

The file on Tim's desk was marked highly confidential. As he sat, Tim poured a shot of whiskey before he opened the file. "Henry Gray..." He growled, tossing back the shot. "I got a surprise for ya..." Leaning back in his seat he looked out the window just in time to see Hadley pounce on two of the new initiates.
 
Ian

Ian is barely on the ground when a large projectile hits him. He is bowled over onto the ground. The urge to kill is high, before he recognizes that it is Wes that hit him. Damn, but they were strong. He gets up and knocks Wes to the ground, playing like he has not since he was a small child. Just as the two of them call a truce to get their wind back, they are tackled from behind by Hadley. Ian is more than happy to lay under her for a minute before she gets up. "Ah, this is quite a rush. Almost as exciting as when I lost my virginity back when I was 15."
 
Hadley grinned and propped her head up with her hand and glanced around," I know you two are very curious about the whole project, and your questions will be answered as best as Tim and the others can. I can help alot with some things as well...but considering I am the one and only female many things are different for me. Such as the way I turned...."

She drifted off in thought then turned her cool gaze to them," I was not transformed like you both."
 
Ian

Ian looks at Hadley. "I guess this is as good a time as any to ask. How did you get to be involved in all of this? "
 
Wesley Side:

Though every cell in his body is jumping around and he too wants to know the answer to that question, Wesley keeps quite and tries to avoid embarrassing Hadley. Instead, he just looks over, trying to keep from appearing menacing or prying. Then again, how does a wolf-man keep from seeming menacing. Inside, he laughs at the secret musing.
 
Timorne:

Circling his desk, Tim was on his fourth shot. He looked down at the file, remembering the promise he was given. "Soon as the 'mistakes' are taken out, you'll get what you want..." He swallowed his shot down and breathed in with a hiss. Licking his lips he looked out the window again, his eyes gravitating toward Hadley. The deal he made didn't include her...
 
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