Outside a large figure emerged into the small clearing. The forest was unnaturally quiet.

It had taken Devon a few days to track them down. He'd obeyed his orders perfectly, steering clear of everyone and everything. They were in the wind for most people but not Devon as he was now. At first he'd reveled in the abilities he had. But tracking them had taken long and his attention span was short, he wanted to find them now. He was cross and the only thing that kept him moving was the idea that he could with his bare fists smash Jake Muller into smithereens. His human mind wondered what Sherry would think of him now. No doubt she'd be horrified. His beast half wanted her blood. He kept that part of himself calm with the idea that he would soon have Muller's. This whole situation was Muller's fault after all.

He came upon the cabin so suddenly that he was surprised to see lights inside of it. He'd been running their trail for days picking it up where they stopped. A bloodhound would be jealous of his ability to pick up a scent. He was like a shark which could detect a drop of blood in millions of gallons of water. Except his quarry was treading air not water.

His hearing was also superb and with it he could hear them talking in the cabin, and then kissing. That made his blood boil and within seconds he was stomping through the small clearing and bashing the door in. Oh yes, he thought. I'll have his blood. It was one of the few coherent thoughts he managed to form.

The door to the cabin splintered in just as Jake had pulled Sherry's shirt off. Everything else that happened next seemed to happen in slow motion.

The Ustanak barreled into the room not quite fitting and smashing up the building in its wake. As the cabin walls fell away in its raging Jake and Sherry managed to fling themselves outside into the snow. Sherry was shivering, her bare arms covered in goosebumps. But having managed to grab a sidearm she pointed it at the beast in front of them.

The creature roared as it came out of the wreckage of the cabin. Jake was on his feet in an instant attempting to locate his bike in the mess. Sherry fired bullets at the Ustanak hoping it would chase her. She wondered what poor soul had been used to make this beast. Its dark hair reminded her of someone she'd met before. It was close cropped not long like the last creatures had been. The Ustanak she'd met before had about 5 inches of hair that had hung off to the side of its head. This one was almost military style cut. Its face wasn't quite as deformed and misshapen but it definitely had an angular quality that was no longer human. She remembered facing her father suddenly, not being able to recognize him as a human being as he chased her down attempting to turn her into what he was.

The Ustanak was yelling something repeatedly, which the previous one they'd encountered had never done.

"Jek, Jeeeek, Jek Moola." It too, had a breast plate covering the one sensitive area on its body. Sherry wondered how they could get it off. They barely escaped the last time they encountered one of these creatures. There was no handy lava pit nearby to drop it in and burn it off.

"Is it saying your name?" She yelled incredulously to Jake.

"Yeah, what can I say? I got an Ustanak fan girl club!" He shouted back attempting to keep his distance and get to his bike. It was the only way they were getting away from this unscathed. This Ustanak still had both hands on both arms and was quite effective at using them. Still larger and slow, Jake had no intention of getting close.

"Fan girls?" Sherry said, not quite believing he's just made a joke at a time like this. They circled warily on each side of the creature which was turning as if trying to decide which one it wanted to attack first as it stood in the piles of what used to be a cabin. Flames from their small fire licking up to attack the ruined structure.

"Kind of ugly though," Jake said. "Why can't I get the ones that don't want to kill me?"

Sherry fired at the creature, and it turned on her. It stopped shouting "Jeeek," and started roaring out "Shawwwy, shawy, shawwwwwy."

"Looks like I'm not the only one," Jake shouted as he ran forward and pulled his bike up out of the snow.

As the creature advanced on her Sherry wondered why it looked vaguely familiar. Then it hit her, 1st. Sargent Mac Devon. His short cropped brown hair and features now stretched over the titanic frame of the Ustanak. It was him.

"Oh my god…Devon?" She was bewildered, she knew he'd disobeyed orders and had been discharged from the BSAA, but to turn him into an Ustanak. It was beyond her comprehension. She just stared as the creature advanced on her.

"Sherry run!" That was Jake, he saw her freeze but didn't understand what was happening.

The Ustanak advanced on her and came to a stop and just stared down at her. "Shaaawwwy." Inside the Ustanak a war was taking place. Devon did not necessarily want to hurt Sherry but the beast part of him did. Her voice had penetrated the beast to the man inside. The two minds battled for a moment causing the creature to stand there and stare.

Sherry didn't know what to do in that moment. She didn't understand what was going on inside the Ustanak. It was not attacking, just staring, her bare arms were shaking uncontrollably in the cold, her teeth were chattering. Devon? It had to be.

"Fuck." Jake on the other side of the demolished cabin wasn't sure why they weren't moving. He had his bike up, but with the creature so close he wasn't going to be able to swoop in and grab her. And he sure as hell wasn't leaving her without her.

He pulled out a glock and pulled the slide back, the click it made sent the creature staring in his direction. Once it locked onto him it let out a roar and charged across the clearing. That's more like it, he thought. Come to me you son of a bitch.