Nathan jumped over the large gap in the bridge, his superhuman abilities giving him a boots. Sully was already on the other side as the rope bridge that had previously been there collapsed as soon as Sully stepped off. They were just exploring a simple lead to an old ruin in the heart of a Cuban jungle. There was an old civilization that worshiped werewolves here, and Nate wanted to check it out, for obvious reasons.
"Come on Sully, the temple should be just up ahead." Nate urged running ahead.
"Kid, I think you forget you have age and werewolf powers over me."
"I could carry you on my back if that's what you'd like." Nate smirked.
"Ha, with you jumping around like you do? No thanks." The two men walked a bit further, needing to climb a small cliff before they reached a clearing of temples. The largest one in the center was the temple of worship and Nate wasted no time running down to it.
"This is it Sully!" Stepping inside the temple, Nate stared in awe at the carvings on the walls. Werewolves standing on pedestals under a full moon, people below the bowing down in worship.
"Well I'll be go to hell." Sully breathed as he finally arrive in the temple.
"Sully, this is incredible. These people worship werewolves like gods."
"Hah, don't start getting any ideas now." Sully teased, looking at the carvings. In the center of the temple was a large pedestal with jagged claw marks covering it.
"This must be where the werewolf stood among the tribe." Nate mused, walking over to it. It was amazing to Nate. These people idolized werewolves, protecting them and in return the werewolves protected the tribe. He couldn't help but wonder what happened to them though.
"Nate, come get a look at this." Sully called from the left side of the temple. Nate jogged over to the mural Sully was looking at, curious at what he found. Taking a good look at the chipped painting, he figured out why the civilization disappeared.
"Werewolf hunters." Nate exclaimed.
"A whole tribe of them it seems." Sully crossed his arms, viewing the mural. It depicted an intense battle between the hunters and the werewolves. Nate guessed that their spears were made from silver, and the purple tipped arrows must have been wolfsbane coated silver.
"They never stood a chance." Nate whispered. He was suddenly feeling uneasy being here at the sight of a great atrocity to people who were just like him. Cursed with something they didn't want but learned to live with.
"Let's get outta here Sully."
"Yeah." They walked out of the temple, Nate still having goosebumps from the mural. Suddenly, an extremely high pitched ringing sent Nathan to his knees, covering his ears the best he could.
"Gah!"
"Nate?" Sully placed a hand on Nate's back, trying to figure out what was the matter. Just as the ringing stopped, a smoke bomb was tossed down in front of them, only it wasn't regular smoke. This was making Nate choke, his eyes watery and scratchy, and he couldn't get a single breath.
"Sul-ley…" He coughed. "Hunters…" Nate pointed at the top of a nearby temple. There stood five armed men, and Damian. They pointed rifles at Sully and Nate, two of them climbing down towards the two men. Nathan's vision was becoming blurry, and everything sounded like it was underwater. Sully stood by him though, holding him against him as the hunters walked up with cuffs. Nathan could barely see as they took Sully away, and when Nate's wrists began to burn, he knew they placed silver cuffs on him. The last thing he saw before blacking out were two golden eyes peering through the cloud of wolfsbane smoke.
Sully was taken to the top of the temple, a guard dragging Nathan right behind him. The guard tossed Nate to the ground and Sully used every fiber of his willpower to not lunge and break the guard's neck.
"Victor Sullivan." Damian smirked, smug as hell.
"Jackass." Damian chuckled, looking down at Nate who was completely unconscious and at Damian's mercy. He kneeled down, running his hand through Nate's hair.
"I finally have you Nathan."
"Touch him again and I'll shove my foot so far up your ass you'll be picking toenails from your teeth." Damian waved Sully off, ordering the hunters to take him to the worship temple and chain him to the pedestal. As they followed the command, Damian let his fangs grow at the sight of Nathan.
"You have caused a bit of trouble for me, love. Nothing I can't fix though. You shouldn't worry about your friend my dear. I'll make his death quick."
