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Wolf

It was probably a bad idea to follow the giant crowd of people, especially when it became clear that they were heading for the Rampion headquarters, but Wolf had been feeling a little overconfident as of late.

For one thing, he didn't think the Rampions were interested in finding him anymore. He hadn't seen a warning on the TV or even the newspapers for the past week. He still didn't dare try public transport, but he'd stopped worrying so much about being recognised every time someone shot him a passing glance. And then there was Scarlet. It had been nice, meeting up with her every now and then and talking. Sometimes about the Lunars, but mostly it had been just plain normal conversation. Normal conversation… now that was something Wolf thought he'd never get to experience again.

At their little meetings, Wolf found himself smiling and laughing more than he had in years. Scarlet just had a way of making him forget about what he was, if only for a moment. She teased and joked with him as easily as if he was one of her Rampion teammates. She smiled at him, she talked about her life back in France and her grandmother, how she got her powers… it almost felt like they were friends. Almost, being the operative word.

No amount of meetings and conversations would ever change the fact that Scarlet was a Rampion, a hero. She was brave and confident and kind and always prepared to beat the living daylights out of anyone who was stupid enough to treat her, or anyone else for that matter, wrong. Scarlet was perfect. And Wolf was… Wolf. A freakish abomination of science that probably shouldn't even call himself a prodigy. He'd killed people in fits of fury and wild rage, ripping out their throats with his teeth and snapping their necks with his bare hands. He was a monster, a vicious creature that shouldn't even exist if nature had its way. It was beyond stupid to even hope for someone like Scarlet to like him. But every time she smiled at him, or laughed at some stupid thing he said, of murmured kind words to him… he couldn't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, they could be friends. Sometimes, he even dared to dream that they could be even more.

Suddenly, the person walking in front of Wolf stopped, forcing Wolf to stumble to a halt to avoid crashing into them. Scowling with annoyance at the back of the person's head, he looked up to try and find what made them stop.

He didn't have to look very hard.

In front of the curiously shifting crowd of people he'd been following, there was a large stage draped with dark blue silk. In the centre of the stage stood a microphone and a sinister looking steel chair with leather straps along the armrests and where the person's legs would go, and holding the microphone was a familiar figure with muscles bigger than Wolf's own. The Emperor.

The renown superhero tapped the microphone, and it rocked violently on the stage. Instantly, a hush fell over the crowd as they gazed up with adoring and curious eyes at him.

"People of New Beijing," The Emperor said, "thank you all for gathering here today. The reason for this impromptu summoning, is a truly exciting development in stopping prodigy crime once and for all."

Wolf arched a sceptical eyebrow. That statement seemed horribly optimistic to him.

"The Rampions have been developing a weapon of sorts. One that we shall demonstrate to you today, on one of our more dangerous prisoners. Please bring him forward."

A burly Rampion roughly pushed the prisoner onto the stage. He stumbled to his knees with a short grunt before raising his head and smirking at The Emperor. "My, my, you really are pulling out all the stops for this punishment, aren't you? An audience and a new weapon! How exciting!"

The audience muttered darkly, shooting fearful looks at the prisoner. Wolf could only stare at what was, at least on the outside… himself.

The prisoner's brown hair stuck up just like Wolf's did, his vivid green eyes exactly the same shade. He had the same olive toned skin, and when he grinned Wolf saw the glint of sharp teeth. He had the same large frame and well-developed muscles, and even the wolf-tattoo on his left arm was the same as Wolf's! By the skies, he even had the exact same scars! There was the one on his forehead, the small scar on his lip, and the long scar on his right arm that stretched from wrist to elbow.

Desperately, Wolf studied the prisoner, searching for any differences between them. But all he could find was his expression and body language, which Wolf wasn't sure counted, even if they were totally different.

Wolf number 2's grin had a malicious curve to it, and he held himself with an arrogance that Wolf had never possessed in his life, even after he became Alpha of his pack. He held a haughty light in his gaze as he looked at The Emperor, blinking slowly and lazily, as though he couldn't be bothered to take this punishment seriously.

The Emperor glared right back. "This prisoner you see before you has been charged with the murder of seven innocent civilians in the square."

"Hey, I have to eat, don't I?" The other Wolf said unabashedly.

Wolf felt a shiver of disgust run down his spine.

Evidently, The Emperor felt the same way, because he shot a look at the Rampion that brought the other Wolf onto the stage. "Strap him in."

The Rampion obliged and shoved the other Wolf into the chair. He started fastening his arms and legs in while the prisoner laughed. "This isn't very hospitable Emperor! Don't you know basic etiquette? You could have at least offered me a drink!"

Ignoring him, The Emperor waved his hand and a small old man in a lab coat made his way up to the stage. He was holding a syringe in his hand, filled with some sort of clear liquid.

Wolf took and involuntary step back, eying the thin needle tip of the syringe nervously. Countless nightmares of identical needles burrowing into his skin flashed across his mind and he shuddered.

The burly Rampion held other Wolf's head in place while the old man inserted the tip of the needle into his neck. Silence hovered over the crowd as he pressed the plunger, injecting whatever was inside the syringe into the prisoner's neck.

"Poison? Is that your legendary new weapon Emperor?" The prisoner said disappointedly.

The Emperor's mouth quirked into a half-smile. "Not exactly."

The prisoner opened his mouth, probably to deliver some other insult, but paused. He frowned and shifted his shoulders uncomfortably and stretched out his neck. "What did you do?" he asked, and for the first time his voice carried a hint of fear. "What did you do?"

Was it just Wolf, or did the prisoner's voice sound a bit more high-pitched then?

A ripple of shock spread across the crowd as the prisoner's muscles rapidly deflated, and his frame shrank. His olive skin lightened to honey, and his brown hair grew long, sleek and dark. His jawline grew softer and the scars on his face faded to nothing. His lips grew fuller and his eyes larger, their formerly green colour darkening to grey.

An anguished wail tore out of his, no, her lips, and she slumped over in her steel chair, shoulders shaking with sobs.

The Emperor took no notice of her anguish, and simply indicated to her dramatically. "Citizens of New Beijing, I give you the Rampions' newest weapon: Stasis!"

A/N: Finally we find out what the weapon is! And what the deal is with Wolf being two places at once. But who is this woman? And what exactly does stasis do?

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