Please review! This chapter is not in the movie, but it will be my own continuation!
Epilogue
The man's deep slumber was disturbed by a sudden popping sound in his right ear. Memories flitted through his eyes, a young blonde woman, a car crash, and a subway station. His memories became progressively darker as a tall brunette clad in leather appeared in almost every image afterwards.
Lying with her under a bridge, him waking up to her brilliant smile. He remembered pain that was associated with the full moon. There was something more too. Fire burned through his veins as soft lips tentatively brushed against his neck before pricking the skin. Whatever that was had pulled him from the grasp of death.
This cold woman continued to haunt his dreams, until finally, he found himself in a pier. As the image slipped from his mind he registered only one more thing, a distinctively female voice that yelled, "Michael!"
The man woke to find himself encased in ice. He panicked, struggling until the glass gave way and broke, depositing his body on the floor.
"Omph" he groaned, knowing on instinct that he should rub his hands together to regain body heat.
Soon his body thawed enough that he could dress his naked body. Encased in a glass case lay a pack of clothes labeled Michael Corvin. He took them as his own.
Taking in his surroundings, he located a door in the corner. Completely dazed and disorientated, he felt that the best thing would be to escape his confinement. Then he would find out who did this to him and seek revenge.
He ran out the door, not bothered by the complete silence in the building. He did not stop to question the high tech facility and why there were men sprawled on the floor.
Instead his animal instincts led him to the roof, where the fresh air helped him recollect his thoughts. The adrenaline rush died down and he looked upon the city, truly aware of his actions for the first time.
He did not recognize this world. The man looked down at his hands, they were midnight blue. He yelped and the claws retracted, his skin returning to its original color.
Who am I? The man wondered. Thinking about it, he didn't even know his name. The few memories he had before waking up to this nightmare were fading away.
Only a name remained, but the intensity with which he recalled it could only mean that she was responsible for his situation.
Very well then, I will find you and get the answers I deserve, Selene.
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