AN: I want to say this ahead of time because when this pops up later in the story, (if my muse doesn't give up on this one too that is) Hades is not like the Sanctuary werewolves, fully. There is a long somewhat complicated backstory about it further on that explains it all. So yeah, don't bitch because I've warned ya'll ahead of time. Oh and: Some people may be very OCC cuz I've only seen part of season 3 (last 2 or 3 episodes) and first two episodes of season 4. So I apoligize ahead of time.

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Hades ran, ran as fast as she could, but she knew it was no use. She had finally been caught. By men. With guns. Great.
Her little sub-wolf was yelling at her, very loudly, "RUN BITCH RUN!" But her legs were giving out under her. The black haired girl had been running for weeks on end, across two continates. She'd started in somewhere around Wyoming, around week 5 she'd reached Brazil then week 12 Alaska, now it was week 13 and she was somewhere around the Old City. It was risky, but only chance for the abnormal to avoid being attacked by Lotus. That didn't happen.
Hades looked back, black eyes scanning the landscape for a trace of the Lotus men, when she whipped her head back around only to see the log that tripped her, throwing her into mud. She clawed at the ground, crawling forward while attempting to push herself back up. It was too late though, she felt the gun pointed at the back of her head. "Stand up slowly and no one get's hurt," One of the men growled at her. Hades sighed, pushing herself up while symotaniously reaching for the knife hidden in the front of her jeans. She got it out of the holster, then turned around faster than any of the men could see, letting it go, succeeding in slicing her hand open a fair bit, and lodging it into the bulletproof vest of the closest man, giving her half a second to turn again, taking off in the oppisite direction.
The adrenilin numbed the pain of the bruises, broken bones, cuts, and scrapes she'd collected over the weeks. But that wasn't going to last and she desprately needed to find her dad's old contact in the Old City. The female heard gun shots behind her, then pushed herself faster.
She didn't know how long she'd been running but she finally collasped on the ground, exausted and bleeding.
"Kid are you ok?" She heard a male voice ask, it wasn't deep by most standers, and the next voice didn't help him much.
"Will, I think we're beyond the point of 'are you ok' and to the point of 'should we poke her with a stick to see if she's alive'," the second man replied. Hades felt a pair of arms pick her up awkwardly, probably to the fact she was a 17-year-old who was 5'11" and surprisingly still growing. "Should we take her back to Magnus?"
"Depends is she abnormal?" The first man, Will, replied.
Hades already knew where it was going, and she would have struggled and fought against them if she wasn't running on what little energy that was keeping her awake. "Abnormal..." she managed to whisper before she passed out.