Since I've been getting a few messages asking me what loup-garou is, I'll let ya'll know—it's French for werewolf. Really, now, Moon Mage Goddess—I'd have thought you'd already spread that info since it's in our Bible!!

Disclaimer--I don't freakin' own CCS, ok?

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Sakura punched a bag hanging from the wall. The heavy punching bag swung back and forth with a soft squeaking sound coming from the hook that attached it to the ceiling. It annoyed her. She delivered another, harder punch to the bag as it swung back towards her. Squeak.

Her jaw set. Spinning around faster then someone could blink, she delivered a devastating kick to the punching bag and watched as the hook ripped out of the ceiling and the bag sailed across the room to hit the wall on the other side.

"That will be the second time this hour I've had to find a new place to hang that thing," A male voice drifted from the entrance to the gym.

Sakura grunted. "Tomoyo can afford it. She can afford anything."

Eriol walked over to the punching bag. "Damn. It ripped. That means you'll have to wait until we get a new one. No more merry bag killing for you," he chuckled.

Sakura glared at the wall as if it had somehow offended her. "Fine. Whatever. Tell me when dinner is ready." With that, she stomped out of the gym and down the hall back to her room.

"No, no! That's perfectly fine! I'll clean everything up!" Eriol yelled back at her in annoyance.

Sakura wanted to stop and say sorry, she really did, but honestly, she was just too frustrated. Not knowing who was after her bugged her. Almost as much as realizing that these people who wanted her dead were sending people after her that were simply pathetic. How dare they underestimate her like that! If they knew her enough to want her dead they should also know how tough she was! Was that too much to ask?

Look at me, she laughed to herself. I'm actually asking for tougher enemies. How strange am I. The irony of her question wasn't lost on her.

She was strange. She was an abomination, a mixture of vampire and werewolf DNA in a tiny little test tube. She could still remember the day she awoke within her life support chamber, almost fully grown, and ready to be turned into a weapon by the government facility that grew her. Trained and trained and trained and then trained some more. The truth of what she was and how worthless she was ground into her day after day. They wanted her to know they were in control. They wanted her to know they were powerful. They wanted her to know they were God.

But they were wrong. When a group of terrorists invaded and tore the facility apart, they came across her. It was a fascinating moment for her, a moment of revelation, a moment that would change her life forever.

That was the moment she realized they had no power.

The entire place was burned down that night, all records and history of it burning to ash. The group released as many of the test subjects as they could, but it was inevitable that some would be burned as well. But not her. She had been awoken at the age of 15 and for 4 years she had believed it. But on that night when she watched what had been her "home" burn to the ground…that was when she was truly awake.

Sakura flipped off the sports bra and shrugged out of the tight black stretch pants she wore. Wandering into the bathroom, she spun the knob in the shower and turned it as hot as it would go. She then moved to conduct her ritual staring in the mirror.

She was lean. That was sure. But she had enough curve in her hips to make her recognizably female. Apart from that…well…she was also well gifted in the chest region. Her thick, brilliant red hair was long and ran halfway down her back in soft waves. Her face was more along the lines of being adorable than being sensual with her small nose and rosebud lips…but really now, she was okay with that. Her looks had never particularly mattered to her anyways…though she wouldn't mind being a bit taller than her mere 5'3".

She glanced at the shower in the mirror and noticed a large amount of steam wafting over. Burn time.

Stepping softly into the shower she momentarily cringed at the instant stab of burning hot jets of water. After the initial shock, she immediately relaxed and felt the relief of heat on sore muscles as the water raced down her body.

According to the scientists in the lab, though, there were benefits from having been grown like some sort of genetically altered…plant. Sunlight did her no harm; in fact, she rather enjoyed lying in the warmth of the sun. Garlic held a mild irritation, wooden stakes were no more than pesky annoyances that left splinters, and didn't crave blood at all. Don't misunderstand, though—she loved the metallic taste of it, but she could also do without it. Silver, however…a silver bullet could still leave her crippled for a good couple days. Unlike her werewolf brethren, however, she could still survive.

Brethren. What an incorrect term. Once on the outside, she could neither turn to the vampirs nor the werwulfs for shelter and protection, guidance and camaraderie. For a bit, she was on her own, trying to figure out what this uncontrolled, chaotic world was supposed to be about. It was strange, and many times she went without food but, as she expected, she neither starved nor died. It simply left her a bit weak.

It wasn't until one night when she was mindlessly wandering through back alleys and side streets of some city whose name she had yet learn (along with almost all the social rules of society) that she came across something she'd never heard of in the facility. A friend. She'd heard screaming down one of the alleys and, out of curiosity, she went to check it out. What she found was a girl with incredibly long, thick blue-black hair and gorgeous ocean gray eyes. She seemed to be caught in the arms of some man with a bald head and a nasty smell about him. At the time she didn't have enough experience to recognize the smell of booze, but she knew well the smell of evil. In one swift movement, she had the man's right up twisted up behind is back. She considered going all the way and simply breaking his arm. After all, that's what she had been trained to do on instinct in order to disarm an enemy. But…her hatred for those people that had trained her always seemed to make her pause anymore. Unfortunately, the man took that moment to jerk out of her hold and spin around, glaring at her and preparing to kill her on the spot. Except that…it's not often you turn around to be faced by a pair of glowing green eyes. And that's more than enough to make even the most hardened of men turn tail and run.

Needless to say, the girl was beside herself with gratefulness. "Oh gods! Thank you so much! I can't believe…I just…thank you!"

Sakura stared at her.

Needless to say…again…it wasn't long before this girl realized that Sakura was a little…different. Being that she was of the (extremely) generous nature, she vowed to take Sakura in and help take care of her, introduce to this crazy thing that was the human race. Her name was Tomoyo. "Don't worry about, sweetie! I've got plenty of money," she would always say whenever Sakura became worried about overstaying her welcome. "I am, after all, a world famous fashion designer." And, oh, true it was.

Sakura chucked to herself as the water slowly began to grow lukewarm. How Tomoyo had LOVED to make Sakura her personal model. Outfit after outfit, design after design. Sakura thought of it, at first, as a way to pay Tomoyo back for her extreme generosity. But after a while, she had to draw the line. There were just too many ruffles.

Sakura growled at the water as it lost it's comforting heat. Finally deciding to turn off the water, she reached over and pulled the curtain aside, stepping out into the steam filled bathroom. If only there existed a never ending supply of scalding hot water to boil in…sweet, sweet luxury.

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It was 2:30 am when Sakura suddenly found herself wide awake with no possibility of returning to sleep. It was there. The pull. The call. The deep, dark forest outside her window was lit with beautiful moonlight and it was calling her. This was another problem for her. When the moon was full and the werewolves ran, she felt it. It drove her nuts. She couldn't go out and she couldn't stay in. Even in her werewolf form she was still clearly different. She was small than most werewolves, but somehow more powerful. Her fangs were slightly larger than the average werewolf fang, and twice as sharp. She was faster, she was stronger, she could jump higher, race farther…she was a freak.

Moaning, she turned onto her side and curled up into a ball. Please, please…just hold out. She told her body over and over. Her body ached and tensed and strained, screaming at her to get up and run. How could I have forgotten tonight was the full moon? She grumbled at herself. How? I prepare for these things, meditate, exercise more beforehand, chain the window….

The window. She didn't chain the window.

It was as if her body was as aware of that fact as her mind was. GO! Her body screamed. GO NOW! No! I can't! It's too risky! She screamed back. Oh, hold on, hold on… She could feel her body tensing and straining for the change. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. It was her mantra, chanted over and over in her mind. Hold on……

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Sunlight streamed through her curtains. "Gar…" she growled at it. Her head throbbed. Her body felt as though she'd raced the earth several times over. Her tongue felt as though she'd been biting it all night. This was her life as a freak.

"Some days I wish this was all over…"

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"This needs to be over," A solemn voice spoke into the darkness.

"He can take care of it. This matter will be solved within the week," another voice replied.

The "he" they were speaking of stepped out of the darkness and into the spotlight overhead. They did this on purpose. If you can't see who it is that commands you, it gives you more power. It makes you seem untouchable. Undefeatable. Omnipotent.

"Experiment 066. What is your mission?"

"Termination of experiment 001." The man they identified as 066 stated.

"What happens if you fail?"

"I do not."

"What if you do?"

"I do not."

"…Have you been briefed as to disposal?"

"…….Leave nothing."

"Correct. You deploy at 0600 hours."

The man with chocolate brown hair and golden amber eyes saluted.

It was time to end that freak.

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Sakura sneezed. "What the…" Glancing around, she took a gentle sniff of the breeze as it kissed her face. Hmm…guess someone is talking about me. She chuckled to herself at her own silly thinking. She turned back to the delicate rosebud she'd been studying intently in Tomoyo's gardens. It was a semi-sunny day with cotton like clouds floating lazily across the sky as Sakura followed their lead and lazily drifted around the gardens of Tomoyo's estate. Normally being in such an open space made her nervous and anxious, but for today…today she would just be a normal girl.

Only the gods knew that soon…those normal days would end.

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So what do you think? Review, please! I hope ya'll are liking it so far….it's been rather fun to write. I love writing supernatural things.

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