It was hours before Kleiss heard the reassuring sound of padded feet tromp through his throne room. Biowulf had presented himself with a gracious bow to his alpha, hissing the words "Master" as he did so.
"Is he sedated? Or did he put up a fight?" the E.V.O. man asked, placing his chin on his fists in an almost brooding position.
"Yes. He did put up some resilience but we handled that well my master." The animalistic being growled in an answer, his furry steel-blue tail swishing behind him. "We have him restrained to the machine as you asked as well," he continued in a lower tone, "though it was difficult finding all the veins for the wires."
Kleiss nodded solemnly before eyeing his servant curiously. "What about our captive….the agent? Has he died yet?" he asked with a slight laugh, "It would be terrible if he hasn't it means he wouldn't have died laughing. The damn bastard." Now he let out a rather hefty chuckle before standing, brushing off invisible dirt from his shirt.
"I'm afraid not." The robotic animal replied with a sour note. "He's still awake too….should I take care of him sir?"
Van Kleiss stared at his right hand….beast….before shaking his head. "No. Bring him to the room where we are holding Rex. Let him watch as we tear apart the teen molecule by molecule until he submits….a nice kick in the face to providence wouldn't you say." He then walked off down a hallway to the south of his throne room, his shoes clicking in rhythm as he faded into the distance.
Biowulf waited till he could no longer hear his master before taking his leave, a small sigh escaping his jaws as he dropped to all fours, breaking into a run. His claws scratched the ancient flooring as he galloped along the narrow halls. He nearly tripped on a large root that protruded from the ground, the bricks around it deteriorating from the object pushing them out of the way. As he approached his destination he could smell the heavy scent of iron, blood….a lot of it. His snout scrunched in disgust as he closed in on the doorway, skidding slightly as he made a quick stop and turn into the room.
The green clad man only slightly turned his head to acknowledge the presence of the wolf-man, the upper half of his body propped up against the wall, and arm wrapped around his injured abdomen.
"What now? Can't a guy die in peace?" he joked before coughing up more of the crimson fluid. Biowulf smiled ever slightly….it seemed funny for someone on their death bed to say something so stupid while he was in an hostage situation, it lightened things. He padded over to said agent before nuzzling his shoulder.
"My Master requires your presence for this, I must bring you…." The werewolf spoke, his ears flicking as he heard Six sigh.
Admittedly, he liked the agent as an enemy; he was indeed great to spar with, to improve his fighting abilities. They both nearly matched each other perfectly, their speed and power almost leveling the playing field, if was refreshing to have somebody with the same vigor. He was almost sad to see Six like this, almost as if he was a dying comrade….almost.
Six groaned as Biowulf lifted him off the ground from under his knees and shoulder blades, he could feel the sharp claws of his asperser dig into his pummeled skin. He hissed when he was tossed up so the lupine could get a better grip on him.
"Sorry…." the wolf whispered to his captive as he started walking down the ancient pathway. Six paid intimate attention to the directions and which halls they were going down, planning an escape if he could pull himself together.
The hound had turned into a rather large room, lined with machines and tools all connected to one single larger machine.…that had someone strapped to it.
"Rex!" Six cried, wincing as his bones pressed against his lungs, causing severe pain. Rex didn't move, his head hung dead, and his partly nude body was limp and lifeless. Tubes were pierced into his skin, a sort of yellow fluid flowing through them. "W-what did you do, kahck….to him Kleiss?" the agent coughed, more blood dripping down his chin.
"Oh…you'll see." chortled the man, a sly smile damning his lips. He approached one of the smaller machines that had a lever on it, and an array of buttons and dials. He pulled the lever down with a creak and the machine started to whir. He then entered a combination of buttons that made the other machines come to life with a roar. The yellow liquid that pulsed into Rex's body then started to glow, and the Hispanic jolted awake. Screaming.
"NGA~haHA~!"
"REX! No!" Six yelled, trying to push away from his furry captor with little success. He was enraged. Kleiss was now hurting his charge, hit duty….he had to protect him and he couldn't, he was handicapped, broken.
"NO. I'm not broken….I'm not helpless.…I-I can't let this…." Six's thoughts raced, he was stronger, these wounds were nothing compared to what was inflicted upon him as a child….and right now, he felt like tearing the place to the ground. He felt like blowing up. Well, he did.
Biowulf glanced down at the tense figure in his arms and nearly dropped him. Under his shades were glowing and a savage growl emitted from deep within Six. Now he set Six down and backed away very slowly and carefully.
"Isn't this great!" Van Kleiss chimed happily. "I'm tearing apart every nanite in his body, and with that he's tearing himself apart on a molecular level. He holds no interest to me now, but a little puppet for my new type of being. He's becoming a nano disease!" with that, he laughed, his twisted voice echoing over the screams and mumbling machines. With all his laughter he didn't notice the ominous force at work behind him, Six was standing.
He was slouched over, but on his feet, and that's all he needed at the moment. The agent's glasses had already fallen to the ground and broken, the tinted glass in little shards. His wounds were healing, completely disappearing, and his nails grew long and sharp like the claws of a monster. His canines grew out to about an inch from the gum, and his eyes, they were hot pink cat eyes that swam with lucidity.
"Turn it off now." Warned the now demonic agent said with menace. Van Kliess stared in awe as this evil was now obvious to him and he backed away into one of the machines, not taking the man's instructions into consideration. "I promise you I will show you what it's like to be torn apart, and I'm not talking about cell by cell." He growled.
This time the EVO man submitted, hurriedly pulling the switch down….but turned back around to meet with one of Six's claws in his eye.
"Ahhhg!" the man cried in terror before Six pulled his hand out and grabbed his neck, lifting him off the ground.
"You dare come between me and my charge ever again, I will do more than gouge out your eye. Learn what no means before you try come after him again. I'm done playing with you….human." he then threw him across the room, turning to his unconscious responsibility. Biowulf ran to his master, the other members of the pack were absent….on another mission elsewhere, he was all he had and he failed him….the least he could do was help his injuries.
Kliess shook with shock, the pulse of pain and confusion shuddered his body and made his heart race in fear of the force he was against. He welcomed the presence of his pawn, huddling close to its furry body as he was rushed away from the scene. Retreating with a trail of blood.
