Glossary: (these may be wrong as I used Google Translate to get these. Feel free to correct me)
cabrón = bastard in Spanish
assail = assholes in Irish


And now…the prologue of Intermingle! I finally settled on a plot I like that actually makes sense!


Sudden light disturbed my forced sleep. Strong hands held my four biceps. I groaned, opening my eyes. I was being dragged by two men through a white hallway. I would have knocked their skulls together, but I felt too weak…even to kick my dragging feet a little. I muttered, "I'll…I'll get ye, lads."

"Good luck in that condition, you fucked up freak," one of the guards chuckled, only to be smacked by another guard, "What, Emile?"

"Don't taunt him. He took out an entire brigade before a sniper managed to shoot a tranq in 'im," the other guard, Emile, growled. I smirked, proud of what I did. The other guard growled and went to hit me, but Emile stopped him. "Just drag him, Estéban. He'll be Sharptooth's problem soon enough."

"Wish it was sooner," the other guard, Estéban, grumbled as they dragged me. I had blocked them out, trying to figure out how to escape. My last attempt of charging did not work as well as I thought it would…as much as I hate to admit it, I need an ally down here. I looked to the cells as we passed…I wasn't surprised to see all of the cells contained children. My concerned glance was met with blank eyes of all colors. No emotions echoed through their eyes…it made me want to cry. But then I heard one long, angry howl echo through the hall. It lit a spark of hope inside of me.

Emile sighed deeply, "Fenrir's awake again. Damn…I was hoping to get him in before it was awake again."

I growled, "What the hell did they do to these children? Who is Fenrir?"

"You'll see," Estéban snickered, holding me as Emile clicked a few buttons. The howling stopped abruptly, making me worry for this "Fenrir". The door slid open revealing a slight surprise. It was a wee lass restrained to the wall by thick metal straps. Her skin was pale and her eyes a sickly yellow. But those eyes held a wild defiance, a yearning to be free…just like me own probably did.

"Here's your stop, you cabrón," Estéban growled, throwing me in. I grunted as my face hit the floor. They laughed shutting the door tight.

I growled, "Idiotic assail…I'll get them…if it's the last thing I do…" I pushed myself up, slowly climbing the wall. My fingers left round dents where I grabbed the wall. I steadied myself with one hand and used the other three to rip off the lass's restraints. "Ye alright, lass?"

"I-I think so," she whispered, probably scared that she'd be hurt if she was any louder. "B-but why d-do y-you ask? No one's cared about m-me b-before…" Her eyes widened as I revealed the gills on my neck and the two green tentacles on my back.

"I care," I replied softly, "Because I'm like you. See? Watch." Using some of the energy I had left, I made my gills, tentacles, and two of my arms disappear. "Me name is Octavius."

"They call me Fenrir, but I don't like that name," the lass replied quietly, "It's the name of a monster…and I don't think I'm a monster…am I a monster, Mr. Octavius?"

"Of course not," I answered, hugging her. She was shaking heavily, showing her emotions quite clearly.

"C-can…c-can…y-you be my d-daddy?" she asked hesitantly, clearly scared of rejection. I kissed the top of her head, trying to soothe her wild brown hair.

"Sure," I answered, "You even have a brother too."

"Where is he? Is he okay?" she asked, stunning me a bit. She didn't even know Scotty…but I guess when ye go so long without a family, ye immediately worry for what ye get.

"He's on the outside. Free and safe," I replied, holding her gently, "Like we will be."