Well, heres chapter 2. It gets a little bit gory so if you object too much, write to me and I'll up the rating. Enjoy : D

Italics represent speech between the Beast and Mike.

Chapter 2

Night fell early in winter in Detroit. It may have only been five o' clock but the sun was already setting. Excellent, thought the Beast with savage glee. It took a moment of hard thought to extract the reason why; less people, that was it. People seeing him was bad. The Beast may have only been minutes old but he was quickly learning about his environment. The 'other' was very helpful, the weak grief stricken, mind within him. He might simply be blubbering and weeping quietly in the background for now but his memories were perfectly accessible. Through these his predatory mind had quickly analysed what he needed, his own instincts would deal with anything else.

After he left the shop he quickly scaled a nearby building so as to avoid being seen by too many people. His claws made light work of the task. The shops along this street were mostly only one storey high, even better they were close together, easy to jump between. The scent was still strong, it would have made little difference, the Beast could have identified his prey from a crowd of hundreds if necessary.

The Beast had been born of rage and hatred but he had transcended into something more, more than just an instrument of vengeance. He had become his own creature, sentient in his own right, albeit sharing a mind with another. Don't worry though, the Beast thought at the despairing other mind within him. I'll still tear apart whoever did this to our mother, the Beast continued, sending a graphic image to reinforce the words. The other didn't seem reassured, he was gibbering quietly away in the background. Weakling, thought the Beast - no response.

As this mental exchange had been going on the Beast had been stalking along the rooftops, following the prey's scent. He moved with a grace that belied his size and strength, every inch the predator on the hunt. The lights were too damned bright thought the Beast; they keep spoiling my night vision . . . better to be out in the wilds and forests he thought. Still, I have one hunt to complete first. The Beast realized with a start that the scent had been growing steadily stronger. He was close. There! The warehouse across the street, the prey had gone in there.

The Beast measured the distances in his mind, possible; hopefully. A grin that would terrify anyone with the sheer number of teeth shown spread across his muzzle. He backed up, moving to the side of the roof opposite the warehouse, he had a nice flat roof to run on and a ledge to spring off. Opposite, the roof of a warehouse gently sloped, with windows just below the guttering.

Braced. Ready? GO! He sprinted across the roof, using all four limbs to go faster. The other let out a little whimper as the edge of the roof hurtled closer. He sprang. The sense of power, the sensation of speed!

Anyone watching would have seen a blur of fur and claws fly across the street. At least thirty feet! Thankfully nobody was watching as this was a bad area to be in after dark

I'm going to make it! The Beast thought exultantly. I'm going to die! Thought the other. As it turns out they were both wrong. He almost made it, instead of landing neatly on the roof; he had just barely missed it. Smashing instead through the windows just below.

Shit! Thought the Beast he fell with increasing momentum toward the concrete warehouse floor. Roll! Roll! A desperate instinct screamed at him, so he did. Cushioning the impact with his shoulder and rolling neatly into a crouch in the middle of the room.

It was only at this stage that he had a chance to see what the warehouse contained. Or rather, who. His nose hadn't led him wrong. The prey was here, as demonstrated by the other rousing himself from his moping for a moment to express his hatred into their shared mind. The problem however, the Beast realised, was that there were several other people here too. Twelve in fact, all young men. Gang members, the other thought with shock.

Now if living on the streets of Detroit can teach a person one thing, it's to be prepared for anything; always watchful. One thing it did not teach however was what to do when a seven foot hairy creature jumps through a second story window into your midst. Understandably they were all a bit shocked. When the Beast roared his challenge at them however, deep routed instincts shouted to each of them, fight or flight? Unfortunately for them they had been at the top of the inner city food chain for too long. They had little experience of having to run away and so they chose to fight.

Two of them immediately pulled out hand guns, the rest rushed toward the nearest object that could be used as a weapon.

The Beast quickly leapt, pouncing on the nearest figure. Internally the Beast shouted his joy at the rush of combat. Reaching down to the squirming figure he gripped both arms and pulled. The youth screamed as he was torn into two bloody pieces. The Beast marvelled at how easy it was. The gang members seemed to hesitate at the gruesome sight. Then the retort of a gun, a quick sharp crack! Pain! The Beast roared in outrage that they would actually hurt him. The bullet had hit him in the shoulder, driving him back a step.

The Beast let go, let go of the thin leash of self control, all of its cunning intelligence, and let the rage rule its actions. He became an animal in truth. A red haze descended, only flashes of memory came to him after that. A screaming face. A severed limb. His jaws squeezing a human throat. Blood, on him, on the floor, on the walls, even some on the ceiling.

Clear thought returned, the Beast and the other looking at the destruction that had been wrought. The first sight that became obvious was the face of the man they had been hunting, the man who had killed their mother. An expression of terror and pain on his dead face, most of his guts strung about him on the floor. The Beast was fairly impressed. The other did it's best to vomit. In that moment neither mind had full control of the body, so he choked. The body being sent two conflicting signals, it was an interesting sight, seeing a seven foot 'werewolf' choking and trying to clear its throat. Wheezing in great gasps of air. STOP IT! Thought the Beast angrily, this is my body now! The other resisted, crying and trying to wrest back control of its own, seriously altered body. The Beast retaliated, projecting an image of their mother at him. The grief was too much, the shock reminder too sudden. The other cried and collapsed back into the background. Damned right thought the Beast, I'm in charge now!

Time to get going, thought the Beast, the woods and open spaces await. Without as much as a backward glance he found a side door and disappeared into the night. Leaving behind a terrible scene of carnage and slaughter for the police to find two days later.

Next chapter will introduce the X-men, if you wanna see it sooner, then review and i will post it.