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There were no laws here in the land of the sand
and sun. No laws beyond what men made or what
those beyond men, those with strength, set down
in ancient scrolls had set before them.
When the invaders came they set their own laws
over them. And for a time the people followed,
contented, until disscention broke out amongst
the invaders and their followers. The land itself
repelled them, and after a while, they existed
along the same lines as the natives.
No laws but the ones set over themselves by a
higher power.
And even then, laws of such a nature are very
easy to ignore without a higher power to enforce
them.
Jonah Lewis found his commanding officer sitting far
off to the edge of the encampment, watching the sky
critically, hands crossed over his knees.
"Chow done?"
"Yes sir." Lewis lowered his eyes, "...not like it
fuckin' matters sir? But the guys were askin' after
you again."
The clink and Clatter of
forks over plates was interrupted by the occasional
pause to take a breath from their gas-masks. No
one spoke. You had to eat quickly before the
taste and need for raw flesh crawled back into your belly
and made you sick.
"Abby had something stuck up his ass the size
of Rhode Island." Muldoon said bluntly, "Cocksucker
wanted my imput."
There was no such thing, but it felt easier to
lie to Lewis then give him a straight answer.
"...Do you think the thing in
England was one of ours?" Napoli's voice rose
hesitantly when they were finished, "...Fuckin' Dc2?"
"...Kids Died man." Rogers said with a grimace, "I-
Don't want to think about that."
"But if It was?".
"...Of course sir." Despite everything, the contempt
oozing from every diseased pore on Lewis's body,saying
"Yes" to the man with stripes came far easier then "No."
"WE saved you some. Fuckin' staple of American
Cusine. Beans and Fuckin' weniers. 'course I didn't
eat a wenier."
Of course not, for obvious reasons.
"Fuck, all we need's a campfire with the moon comin' up
and we might as well be cowboys." The thought
made Lewis smile, "Actually, with your permission
sir..."
His voice trailed off for a moment before he stood
up a little straighter, the better to look his commanding
officer in the...well in the direction of his eye.
"We heard from some of the Turban-head's guys that
there're British Units in the area. Thought it'd be
a good idea to send um' scamperin' home. Fuckin' Faggoty-ass
motherfuckers."
"....Be a good way to get the guys out. Earn a little more
fuckin' emnity from our host."
Muldoon remained silent, still watching the sky with almost (inhuman?)
interest, "...Sir?"
"....If you want to go out and play fuckin' capture the flag, that's
your choice."
Lewis thought back to how long he'd known the man in front of him,
the fellow who'd never balked at doing damage to the enemy whenever
he felt it was required. What the fuck is this shit?
"...All do respect sir, they find us? They kill us."
"I'm aware of that."
"...They kill us, we're dead." Lewis felt his anger rising, "I mean
we're fucking dead. And you failed. Do you know that?
You fucking Failed. sir. You promised you'd get us home
and-and we're just stuck here with our dicks in our hands tryin' to make
um rise?"
Muldoon lowered his head, " fuck off."
"No."
The lines of command and the hierarchy is just as
rigid for men as it is for beasts. Men think themselves blessed with
the ability to rise above it.
Dinner had been cleared away and Napoli was studying
his boots in the dirt, eyes wide, "....If it was us. Our guys. I mean...This
This is all pointless. Us tryin' to live. Cause..cause
we're already dead. We're already animals."
"We didn't cause it."
"...Might as well have huh? I mean, we were the
first people to use that shit and have it used on is. We're just
as bad as some kinda fucking monster out in thte woods right?"
"...What makes you say that?" Hernandez said with a frown, "...'I get what you're
saying? But why say it like that?"
"...You guys didn't see what I saw this one time when the Lou brought this
British soldier to the camp...".
"...What was that soldier?" Muldoon sounded more curious then afraid, "What were
you going to say?"
"....Ever since that fuckin' candy-ass with the-" He barely remembered the man's name,
the only thing remaining was how freakishly strong he'd been, the way that kid had
hit him and- "...That guy came you've been different. Not just-not just the way
you act normally but-I mean-"
"....werewolves."
"...I should have said something earlier."
Hernandez stood, "...Carmicheal go get Abby. Napoli's gone batshit fuckin' crazy."
"....No. This guy grew claws and then-fucking-" He shook his head
I shoulda said something. The lieutenant knew what it was about, and what he knows..well.."
"....What are you saying?.
"...It doesn't make any Sense.." Lewis said finally, "You don't start
making some fucking changes then we're gonna move on. Plenty of
places where we could make fuckin' money. We make enough money and we can buy this shit."
He tapped his mask, "....You're different.."
"Can you buy a cure?" Muldoon burst out, "Because that's what I'm offering you." He stared Lewis down, something intent, something inhuman in his gaze, "...A chance to fix what was do-"
The moon slid out from behind a cloud gently, tenderly, and Christopher Muldoon fixed a pleading gaze upon the sky as he dropped to his knees, a sudden stab of pain shooting through him. No. Not now, not now-
Lewis was taken well aback by the sudden weakness in his commanding officer, "...Sir-"
He raised a hand, "...Sir, your gas-"
I don't need it Another shooting stab of pain as the moon gazes down serenely, Not anymore, not thanks to this-
A wolf reared it's head inside of him and Muldoon fixed his gaze on Lewis who had started backing into their barracks.
He's not human. Well if you wanted to get technical, none of them were He's some kind of monster, this-this isn't
Remembering the kid and the way he'd looked at him, Lewis glared down at his commanding officer accusingly, "...You sonnuvabitch!" What the hell did you do to yourself?
Muldoon was too far gone to reason or sense to hear him. Swallowing bile in his throat, Muldoon forced himself to his feet before the urge to run on all fours (or at least as best as he could) took him.
Why here? Why now?- Why's gave way to instinct, and the instinct telling him that it was time to move.
A growl freed itself and rumbled across the motor pool where he scrambled for the nearest jeep. If he could just get far enough away, get into the jeep and drive-
Something exploded in his shoulder, knocking him to the ground. It's pure instinct that drives him to his feet again, although by this time his Jacket's soaked with red and it smells-oh god it smells...
The engine roared to life beneath his control. Gunning it, he sped out of the encampment.
Luck was with him, as the road kept going straight and it was late enough to prompt people to not wander the back roads. The car sputtered and died three miles out of town-not that Muldoon noticed.
Moments later, there's a brown and gray shape moving among the sand dunes, completely and utterly lost. This is not home, territory, there's no pack, there's nothing.
Nothing but sand and no laws governing it. No instincts either.
Angry, the creature threw back it's head and howled, the sound rising and falling off the dunes and scaring the original inhabitants within an inch of their lives. Shaking itself, the wolf moved off.
There was prey close-by.
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and sun. No laws beyond what men made or what
those beyond men, those with strength, set down
in ancient scrolls had set before them.
When the invaders came they set their own laws
over them. And for a time the people followed,
contented, until disscention broke out amongst
the invaders and their followers. The land itself
repelled them, and after a while, they existed
along the same lines as the natives.
No laws but the ones set over themselves by a
higher power.
And even then, laws of such a nature are very
easy to ignore without a higher power to enforce
them.
Jonah Lewis found his commanding officer sitting far
off to the edge of the encampment, watching the sky
critically, hands crossed over his knees.
"Chow done?"
"Yes sir." Lewis lowered his eyes, "...not like it
fuckin' matters sir? But the guys were askin' after
you again."
The clink and Clatter of
forks over plates was interrupted by the occasional
pause to take a breath from their gas-masks. No
one spoke. You had to eat quickly before the
taste and need for raw flesh crawled back into your belly
and made you sick.
"Abby had something stuck up his ass the size
of Rhode Island." Muldoon said bluntly, "Cocksucker
wanted my imput."
There was no such thing, but it felt easier to
lie to Lewis then give him a straight answer.
"...Do you think the thing in
England was one of ours?" Napoli's voice rose
hesitantly when they were finished, "...Fuckin' Dc2?"
"...Kids Died man." Rogers said with a grimace, "I-
Don't want to think about that."
"But if It was?".
"...Of course sir." Despite everything, the contempt
oozing from every diseased pore on Lewis's body,saying
"Yes" to the man with stripes came far easier then "No."
"WE saved you some. Fuckin' staple of American
Cusine. Beans and Fuckin' weniers. 'course I didn't
eat a wenier."
Of course not, for obvious reasons.
"Fuck, all we need's a campfire with the moon comin' up
and we might as well be cowboys." The thought
made Lewis smile, "Actually, with your permission
sir..."
His voice trailed off for a moment before he stood
up a little straighter, the better to look his commanding
officer in the...well in the direction of his eye.
"We heard from some of the Turban-head's guys that
there're British Units in the area. Thought it'd be
a good idea to send um' scamperin' home. Fuckin' Faggoty-ass
motherfuckers."
"....Be a good way to get the guys out. Earn a little more
fuckin' emnity from our host."
Muldoon remained silent, still watching the sky with almost (inhuman?)
interest, "...Sir?"
"....If you want to go out and play fuckin' capture the flag, that's
your choice."
Lewis thought back to how long he'd known the man in front of him,
the fellow who'd never balked at doing damage to the enemy whenever
he felt it was required. What the fuck is this shit?
"...All do respect sir, they find us? They kill us."
"I'm aware of that."
"...They kill us, we're dead." Lewis felt his anger rising, "I mean
we're fucking dead. And you failed. Do you know that?
You fucking Failed. sir. You promised you'd get us home
and-and we're just stuck here with our dicks in our hands tryin' to make
um rise?"
Muldoon lowered his head, " fuck off."
"No."
The lines of command and the hierarchy is just as
rigid for men as it is for beasts. Men think themselves blessed with
the ability to rise above it.
Dinner had been cleared away and Napoli was studying
his boots in the dirt, eyes wide, "....If it was us. Our guys. I mean...This
This is all pointless. Us tryin' to live. Cause..cause
we're already dead. We're already animals."
"We didn't cause it."
"...Might as well have huh? I mean, we were the
first people to use that shit and have it used on is. We're just
as bad as some kinda fucking monster out in thte woods right?"
"...What makes you say that?" Hernandez said with a frown, "...'I get what you're
saying? But why say it like that?"
"...You guys didn't see what I saw this one time when the Lou brought this
British soldier to the camp...".
"...What was that soldier?" Muldoon sounded more curious then afraid, "What were
you going to say?"
"....Ever since that fuckin' candy-ass with the-" He barely remembered the man's name,
the only thing remaining was how freakishly strong he'd been, the way that kid had
hit him and- "...That guy came you've been different. Not just-not just the way
you act normally but-I mean-"
"....werewolves."
"...I should have said something earlier."
Hernandez stood, "...Carmicheal go get Abby. Napoli's gone batshit fuckin' crazy."
"....No. This guy grew claws and then-fucking-" He shook his head
I shoulda said something. The lieutenant knew what it was about, and what he knows..well.."
"....What are you saying?.
"...It doesn't make any Sense.." Lewis said finally, "You don't start
making some fucking changes then we're gonna move on. Plenty of
places where we could make fuckin' money. We make enough money and we can buy this shit."
He tapped his mask, "....You're different.."
"Can you buy a cure?" Muldoon burst out, "Because that's what I'm offering you." He stared Lewis down, something intent, something inhuman in his gaze, "...A chance to fix what was do-"
The moon slid out from behind a cloud gently, tenderly, and Christopher Muldoon fixed a pleading gaze upon the sky as he dropped to his knees, a sudden stab of pain shooting through him. No. Not now, not now-
Lewis was taken well aback by the sudden weakness in his commanding officer, "...Sir-"
He raised a hand, "...Sir, your gas-"
I don't need it Another shooting stab of pain as the moon gazes down serenely, Not anymore, not thanks to this-
A wolf reared it's head inside of him and Muldoon fixed his gaze on Lewis who had started backing into their barracks.
He's not human. Well if you wanted to get technical, none of them were He's some kind of monster, this-this isn't
Remembering the kid and the way he'd looked at him, Lewis glared down at his commanding officer accusingly, "...You sonnuvabitch!" What the hell did you do to yourself?
Muldoon was too far gone to reason or sense to hear him. Swallowing bile in his throat, Muldoon forced himself to his feet before the urge to run on all fours (or at least as best as he could) took him.
Why here? Why now?- Why's gave way to instinct, and the instinct telling him that it was time to move.
A growl freed itself and rumbled across the motor pool where he scrambled for the nearest jeep. If he could just get far enough away, get into the jeep and drive-
Something exploded in his shoulder, knocking him to the ground. It's pure instinct that drives him to his feet again, although by this time his Jacket's soaked with red and it smells-oh god it smells...
The engine roared to life beneath his control. Gunning it, he sped out of the encampment.
Luck was with him, as the road kept going straight and it was late enough to prompt people to not wander the back roads. The car sputtered and died three miles out of town-not that Muldoon noticed.
Moments later, there's a brown and gray shape moving among the sand dunes, completely and utterly lost. This is not home, territory, there's no pack, there's nothing.
Nothing but sand and no laws governing it. No instincts either.
Angry, the creature threw back it's head and howled, the sound rising and falling off the dunes and scaring the original inhabitants within an inch of their lives. Shaking itself, the wolf moved off.
There was prey close-by.
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