Full Moon High: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Miss Hyde


Chapter 9: A Good Hero on Both Sides; Good on the Hyde Legacy pt.2


Inside the Club

Jackie and Comette ran straight on in there. Easily pushing most of the people that were getting out of there, the two Hyde girls ran right in to the main dance floor, witnessing first-hand what they ran into. The whole place looked like a warzone at first glance. Tables had been smashed and broken, either by the looks of it thrown across the place like discs, or karate chopped. Half the bar stools had been used as darts, as one wall had been used as a dart board. And from the sound of things, it still was… as they spotted the assailant going for the DJ booth.

He looked to be a seventeen Caucasian male with short black hair, brown eyes with rings underneath them: an indication that he was a drug user. He wore blue jeans a black t-shirt, and the Shepard High Jersey jacket for the Rams football team, and black sneakers. Though the odd thing about him was that his upper body was large muscled, while his legs appeared to be small muscle.

He roared out, as he shouted at the DJ, "What part of 'Play my song for my girl' didn't you understand, Tekk?!"

The DJ taking cover behind the equipment was shown, as the jock had easily shoved the DJ equipment like books on a table. He was a sixteen year old Caucasian with a sickly skinny frame due to not working out, slight acne on his forehead, poor eyesight with glasses, and a bowl haircut with a cowlick sticking out in the back. He wore baggy clothing to hide his scrawniness, mostly his pants, a button-up white t-shirt and a blue vest.

"Look, I kept trying to tell you: nobody listens to Hanson's Mmmbop anymore," the boy stated, as he slid back while keeping his glasses from falling off as he did so. "About the only thing we do have is Lady Gaga and an assortment of other titles."

"Lady Gaga's a gothic nightmare, man," the boy seethed out. "I wanted high-quality tunes for my girl, Theodore Tekk. And you couldn't even deliver."

"Look, man. I'm sorry, and…" Theodore panicked, but then tried to rationalize what he saw. "… and I just realized you're body's muscle structure's a bit unproportioned. How the heck is a small lower torso able to handle a large upper torso? This just doesn't add up."

The jock looked miffed, as he half smirked with a twitchy vein on his forehead, "Well, I know what adds up:" And then he picked up the boom box system, towering over his head, as he had steroid murder rage in his face and eyes, as he glared down at Theodore, the boom box shadowing him, "This boom box plus my muscle… equals splat the gimpy and limpy Theodore Techy Tekk!"

"Hey you! Leave him alone!" Taking single step into the pseudo seaside night club Comette eyes began to spark as she spotted the grossly mutated attacker and instantly went on the offensive. Charging she let out a almighty yell: yet no one was prepared for what happened next! The veins on her skin suddenly began to glow a bright golden colour, as her whole body slowly seemed to generate a brilliant red light. With each step it grew brighter, her skin and veins pulsating with power. And in the space of five steps Comette had not only made it onto the wooden planked dance floor but she had suddenly gained an aura of red and gold energy. The resulting explosion that seemed to just then come out of nowhere blew the tailing Jackie off her feet as her partner seemed to rocket across the room towards the mutated human like a living missile of light.

The resulting cracking and popping sounds were clearly the snapping of several key bones in the delinquents face. Comette's fits neatly distorted the skin around his jaw, the imprint deepening as the rocketing hyde threw all the energy she had just generated into the punch, as time seemed to slow around her. Her yell seemed to become drawn out like an almighty groan and echo of a battle cry stretched out like a long yawn, yet Comette's attack didn't seem to stop. Just going on and on for everyone who saw it, as they stared eyes wide open, waiting for reality to return to this insane feat of power. And the split second it did Dale was launched off his feet and sent flying further across the room. His body zoomed over the counter of thatched cocktail bar and through the resulting back wall and palm tree decorations: dozens of bottled drinks smashed on impact, their glass reigning down like flakes of snow over the hole now drilled into the wall.

As the dust settled the tanned hyde blew a tuff of untangled golden and white hair out of her eyes and turned to admire her handiwork. Grinning she lowered her outstretched palm and placed it onto her now slanted hip, as she inspected the back of the fist that had landed the nuclear level strike. She began to flex and unflex her fingers in a semi impressed daze, before looking back over her shoulder to her partner who was now picking herself off the floor.

"Hey Jackie," she waved her attacking fist as if to demonstrate a duplicate of the assault she had just unleashed. "Look what I can do!"

Picking himself out of the semi wrecked DJ booth, Theodore groaned as he pushed a pile of wreckage off himself and looked down at the long black bruise along his torn trouser leg, where the crate that his attacker had threatened to use had crashed in all the confusion. Theo took a split second to be thankful it hadn't been closer to home, specifically his head, before turning to look up at the gloating person he could now hear looming over him.

He blinked as he saw the tanned 7-foot girl, as he spoke, "Hey, watch it! You could have killed me…" But stopped as she turned to face him, and his anger disappearing as he got a clearer look at her while the lights shined upon her.

Her eyes opened slowly as she turned her head to face him, he two glowing orbs taking him by surprise. He scooted back, his mind instantly remembering the attack from earlier, but yet something within him stirred and he felt his own gaze wander as he took in his strange saviour. His mind went a hundred miles a minute as something welled up inside him. He opened his mouth to responded but words simply began to fall out, the myriad of "umm's" and "arrr's" trickling down as he took in her form. 'W-what, is she," he wondered as her expression began to shift to annoyance and Theodore closed the mouth he had realised had been left hanging open.

The golden savior shook her head and began to walk forwards pat Theodore, "fine save yourself next time." He hand could be seen waving at him as she headed towards the hole of her own creation, each bare stepped footstep shifting her rear in such a way that Theo just couldn't help but stare.

"W-what is this…" he tried to say as a second figure began to stroll past, her white skin and black and red hair coolly complimenting one another. Theo's own eyes bulging out of his sockets as he saw her, her outfit barely containing her own form.

Jackie, a little amazed at what Comette had done, asked, "Just what the heck was that, Comette?"

"I have no idea," Comette confessed, but smiled as she was still excited. "But that was so awesome."

"Yeah, but still, you could have been a bit careful," Jackie advised. "You could have nearly killed the guy you were trying to protect." She looked behind her and to him, asking, "You okay?"

Snapping out of his stunned gaze at Comette, he nodded, "Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm okay. Thanks to your friend, uh…?"

Jackie smirked, "Jackie Hyde." She then nodded at Comette, "And this is my friend/partner, Comette."

The boy waved, and smiled awkwardly, "Theodore Tekk. Though everyone calls me Teddy, but I prefer Theo."

Comette tilted her head and winked at him, her lips forming a smile as she gave him a mock salute. "Nice to meet you Theo. Now if you don't mind me," she strode past him and towards the hole, her hips swaying as she walked. "- I need to go break a bitch."

Jackie walked next to her, and arched an eyebrow, as she asked, "Were you flirting with him? I didn't think the brainy type were your type."

Comette just shrugged as she ran a finger along the hole and inspected the damage she had unleashed. "Hey I need to break this body in." She hopped through the ole without a backwards glance and looked about the kitchen. "Plus I don't see you complaining."

Jackie rolled her eyes but smiled and leapt through the hole after Comette. her bare feet making almost no noise, she could feel the cool texture of the white tiled floor as she landed and ran her pale hand up her slanted hip as she looked about a kitchen. To her surprise this wasn't what she normally expect to find inside of a themed club, but she could spot the tell tale signs for what this place was for. Silver metal tables stretched off in three neat rows, one being turned up by Dale's sudden entrance, while electric cookers and rows of glass cabinets filled with drinks could be seen lining the walls.

It was an unusual combination, but Jackie brow fell as she walked towards the small indented crater and ran her hand along what looked like scorch marks. But that was not what had caught her eye, "where is Dale?"

Suddenly a roar from behind them, as they looked to see Dale now, whose skin was going chalk-white slowly and red started forming in his hair, lifting a massive fermenter over his head, as he roared, "BITCHES! DIE!"

However, Jackie ran up… and kicked him square in the balls. Dale's face went white and his eyes went wide, as he dropped the fermenter behind him, and squeaked out, collapsing on his knees, and fell over, grasping his swollen testicles. Jackie walked back, waving her foot loose, as Comette walked up to her, and arched an eyebrow, getting Jackie's attention.

"What," she asked, not caring on the look Comette gave her. "What'd I do?"

"Wasn't the plan... you know to take the male hyde back home and..."

Jackie threw back her head and laughed, as she stood there with her hands on her hips towering over Dale. "Really? You thought that was the plan?"

Comette shrugged as she walked up Dale, who was clutching at his groin, and promptly kicked the kneeling man to the ground. "Well no. But a girl can dream right?"

Jackie smirked before turning back to Dale and looking down at the brute. His features began to deform more and more as she watched, one eye growing larger than the other and his arms swelling up while his legs grew to a disproportionate length. He mumbled something under his breath as he clenched his fists and shook letting out a soft moan.

"Huh... seems like his formula isn't perfect," she muttered, bending down and poking his arm, her fingers pushing in against the rather flabby muscle.

But then she pinned him down, as she punched him awake, as she seethed angrily, "Alright, bub. OUT WITH IT! Who gave you what to get like this?"

"Huh, what?"

"Who gave you the Hyde Formula?!"

"The formula?"

"YES THE FORMULA!" Jackie grabbed what was left of his torn shirt that was beginning to tear against his now over muscled and flabby body. "You have taken something and it made you this... god." Jackie almost gaged as she looked down the mess that Dale was becoming, his face stretching down to one side as he laughed. Or tried too.

"Hah this is all me baby! All me." He raised his arm and went to flex, but as he did the muscles seemed to clash and stop him from bending it all the way. With him vainly trying to make his now distorted limb, with a forearm as wide as Jackies body to move. "All meeeee..."

Jackie's next punch hit him in the gut, her limb sinking into the several layers of muscle and flab he now possessed. "You talk or else I beat it out of you."

"Nice try bitch but I am -" Blood suddenly flew out of of his mouth and dribbled out of his mouth, dripping onto Jackies arm.

"Ewww!" Mari cried. "What's wrong with him?"

Jackie dropped him and sighed. "The formula most likely. I can't be sure but its likely the does itself was too strong, or at the least the mix of ingredients wasn't equal. That or the bonding process and incantation wasn't recited correctly. Leading to an imbalance to the enhancements it is supposed to give the user."

Dale's body began to inflate, thin, bulk out, inflate and exhale out of control erratically. While Dale was moaning and spasming like crazy with his face stretching, inflating or shrinking back like a crazy possessed person. Until finally, he began to inflate like a massive water balloon, as his face inflated too, along with his eyes. The two girls walked back, with Jackie looking in almost impressive shock, while Comette covered her mouth, looking in horror. He was on the verge of exploding like crazy.

Suddenly, Theo ran in, as he spoke up, "Hey, wait. You two I found som…" but then paled as he saw the inflating Dale, as he mouthed, 'What the fu…'

And then, without warning…

A massive blast of flatulence escaped Dale's body, as well as a massive belch. As this happened, Dale's body shrank back to normal, leaving him in only his barely holding together underwear and a facial expression of disbelief and shock. Clearly the situation had left him blank in the brain while it was trying to reboot from what had just transpired, leaving the three to look in discontent at a somewhat anti-climactic turn to the events before them.

Theodore blinked, as he asked, "That was it?"

Comette finally snapped out of it with a twitchy eyebrow, seriously annoyed about the whole ordeal, "Yeah. Apparently so."

"Okay you time to talk." Placing her foot on top of the once giant man she glowered down with cold yellow eyes, her arms crossed under her bust.

Yet Dale merely groaned and tried to raise a hand before collapsing back down with a snore. Raising an eyebrow the golden yellow Hyde let out a dejected sigh and gently kicked Dale's leg to see if there was anything left in him. "Well what a letdown... and after I did that move too."

"Come on, talk," Jackie said again applying some more pressure to Dale's gut. "Come on! Talk!"

"Jackie, Girl! Lay off," Comette tried to reason with her angered friend. "I don't think he will be saying anything."

"This jerk has got my formula!" She roared rounding on her partner, somehow bumping into Theo and sending him sliding across the floor. "Did you see what he did with it I mean -"

"There they are!"

A sudden rush of voices could be heard from the bar the two Hydes turning to face them and saw a pair of cops begin to clamber through the hole but stop dead when they saw the Amazonian beauties standing before them. Comette placed her hands on her hips and smiled, but the man and woman's eye's were drawn to Jackie, or rather her foot placed firmly atop the body of the unconscious Dale.

"Okay..." began Jackie, raising her hands and giving a seductive smile. "Its not what it..."

There was a loud bang and Jackie felt something very sharp but rather dull strike her abdomen, and could hear the double clink as the bullet bounced off her abs and then off the floor.

Her anger index went up the roof, as she looked at the two cops, who at this moment, almost pissed themselves, as Jackie let out an enraged, but rather calm growl, as she hissed, "Seriously?"

Comette looked to the cops in nervousness, as she advised, "I'd take cover if I were you two."

Jackie left Dale be, as she stomped towards the big fermenter that he had once held, and lifted it up off the ground with only one hand, as it towered over her without her straining. She then looked over to the cops, as the male pissed his pants. Glaring down at them with the fermenter in hand… she turned the other way, and threw it off to the river bed far from where they were, as if it were a mere softball. Jackie looked to the cops, as they suddenly ran out of there, not wanting to take their chances and see if she lost it with them.

Even Theodore was impressed by this, as he walked over to Comette, and smirked, "Whoa…"

"See you later hot stuff," Comette called, winking back at Theo who felt his cheeks begin to burn up with intensity, only one word escaping his lips.

"Woah..."

Outside

As the two Hyde girls were walking out, Theodore ran out after them shouting, "Wait! Wait up!" he stopped as he was close enough, but collapsed onto his knees, sweating up a storm, as he breathed, "I… hate… being this… scrawny and… asthmatic…"

Breathing heavily he managed to reach the edge of the final hole Jackie where Jackie had chosen to 'exit' the Drunken Clam. Yet as he did he ducked away as the sound of gunshots could be heard outside and yells of terror were clear to hear.

Peaking his head out he could glimpse the front of Jackie seemingly lifting a car, a whole car off the road and over her head. Its police sirens began to wail away until Jackie began to squeeze at its side and the frame began to buckle and break between her fingers like it was cardboard. Comette meanwhile was striding confidently across the street with her almost casual but sensual walk, where she swayed her shapely arse from side to side that made Theo go red as can be. All the while police fired a series of bullets at her, and each one bouncing off her skin like spit balls.

"Wow…" he whispered in awe, but snapped out of it, as he remembered, "Comette! I've gotta find her. Maybe she'll be in a better listening mood." He then ran to her, shouting, "Comette! COMETTE!"

"Woah kid stay back," a policeman yelled, grabbing him and pulling him into cover as a bullet sailed past his head.

"Hey let me go I got to!" But Theo was soon slowly dragged away as one of the policeman called to his friend to "get the kid to safety!"

Though he struggled to free himself, he shouted, "COMETTE! I KNOW HOW DALE DID IT!"

However his voice fell on deaf ears as he was dragged out of sight, his legs vainly treading on air as he tred to run towards her.

As for COmette she glanced at Jackie and smiled as she pressed the car down to a cube the size of a small chair, before lobbing it at another car and smashing its windshield. "Jackie dear do you think we should - OW!"

"What?" The White Hyde ducked as the bullets sailed past her, one or two bouncing off her body before turning to face her friend.

Comette nursed her eye and groaned. "Nothing, just one of the bullet hit me in the eye. It actually hurt."

Jackie grabbed Comette by the hand and grinned, dropping into a crouch and jumping away onto the nearest roof top. "Come on lets get out of here!"

Comette blinked and asked, "what why, we are winning!"

"Hey I don't know if you noticed, and while I am okay with it. But are you okay with showing your birthday suit."

Comette's blank stare answered Jackie's question as the two of them landed on a nearby three story building and looked down at the small carnage they had left against the police who vainly fired a few bullets up at them. "No what haven't I noticed?"

Jackie grinned and prodded Comette in the chest. Or rather in 'her chest' as the latex she had been wearing peeled away as numerous bullet and burn holes had disintegrated much of the clothing leaving only rags.

"What on! Hey how come yours is intact!"

Jackie grinned. "Hag fish - Remember?"

As the two hopped away, from afar, Elaine was watching the whole scene, from outside, and inside. She saw Dale, dazingly escaping away from the scene, while she jotted notes, "Make stronger dosage… and find stronger test subjects." She then looked down, as she saw Theodore being taken away in a police car for questioning, as well as the inhaler he tucked in his pocket. She then made another note, as she wrote down, "Theodore Tekk: possible witness to genius… or possible test subject for Super PUMP?" She put her notebook away, and smirked, "Hmmmm, maybe I need some test subjects that aren't muscle-bound Neanderthal steroid cases."


Later On

Mendoza Apartment Complex

Morning

Awaking to find herself alone, Mari rolled out of bed and was amazed at how much energy she had felt. It didn't take her long at all to reach the bathroom, or even force herself to go. In fact she was shocked at how upbeat she was this morning, as she jumped through the doorframe and almost slide across the floor to the mirror which she greeted with a sly wink. "Hey there hero. Looking good." Giggling at her own boldness, and winking at herself.

'Man I feel good!'

Turning on her side, Mari looked over her body and ran her hand across the pajama shorts and sporty top that hung loosely against her. All the while her smile became wider and wider. There was not a blemish on her, just a toned Hispanic girl with legs for days and of course a friend to share it with.

"Oh Jaqueline," she called out loud but to no response. "Jaqueline!" Leaving the bathroom she wondered down to her friends room and opened the door. "Oh Jaqueline... huh?" Entering the room Mari scratched her head and sighed.

Slowly, casually sitting down next to the brown haired beauty Mari smiled as she saw in Jaqueline's now loose pyjamas how much her friend had changed. It was one thing to have a better body but as Jaqueline, moved and murmured she just looked so cute. As she sighed her now soft lips would part; while sleeping in the sun her skin would radiate with a shine that was almost dazzling to behold, as she breathed in and out her now pert c-cups would press against her shirt straining it, and as she smiled her now clear face would look the picture of contentedness.

"Yeah... cute," Mari smiled as she pulled up a chair next to her friend and just watched. And watched. And watched. 'Okay yeah this is getting pretty creepy," Mari groaned as she decided to turn her attention to the various notes and beakers scatted around the place.

"Okay what is this?"" SHe picked up one piece of paper and nodded, "okay three parts sodium, five parts cow butter (regular) two parts rams blood..." Mari trailed off as she set the note down and shook her head instead turning her attention to the various beakers that were on display. Reaching out with her now perfectly manicured hand Mari gripped the black one and sniffed it. 'Smells of chocolate,' she set it down and picked up the white one. 'Huh smells of fruit and sugar... sort of like a soft drink-"

"Huh," Jaqueline large brown eyes slowly began to flutter and open as she began to slowly wake; arching her back and stretching out her arms with the softest yawn that sounded like two kittens sneezing.

Mari smiled warmly at Jaqueline, as she winked, "Mmmhmm, mornin', sexy."

"Whaaa... huh... I am..." Jaqueline rubbed her eyes as she looked down at the notes and books and sighed. "Oh yeah the formu..." Her eyes moved to the beakers that Mari had drawn closer to herself and cautiously the brown haired girl reached across the table and pulled them back along its smooth surface.

Mari then asked, while crossing her legs on the table to which she sat on, "So whatcha makin'? a new soft drink, medicinal stuff…" and smirked mischievously, "…or is it a mix of aphrodisiac and sexual performance enhancer for Jeremy when he comes by either today or tomorrow?"

Frowning while her friend smiled back Jaqueline opened her mouth to argue against her but stopped and looked away taking two of the beakers and placing them on the highest shelf she could find. "No. They are more hyde formula."

Mari blinked in confusion, as she asked, "But I thought you didn't want more Hydes. What's with the change of heart?"

Walking back over, Jaqueline adjusted her pyjamas that began to show her belly button, and pulled it back down. "Dam shirt," she muttered before adding, "it was that guy last night Dale."

"What about him?"

"He was a hyde Mari, another Hyde: and not just any Hyde a rather poor attempt to copy my formula."

Mari thought about it, as she leaned on the table, "Yeah, a Large muscle balancing on a small muscle leg system. I'm amazed that he was able to balance himself." But then she asked, "So why are you making more of the Hyde formula? You really planning to recruit more in case whoever's trying to duplicate us makes an army?" She then went shocked, as she asked, "You planning to bring in Jeremy, aren't you?"

Jaqueline spun around and blushed, "Wha…? N-No! I'm not thinking that at all!"

But then Mari pondered seriously, "I wonder what a male Hyde would be like though?" but then smirked, "Though if it was Jeremy, and if he did go Hyde, and found out about you and Jackie, I think the scenario would go…"

Jeremy stood in front of Jaqueline in her room, in the dead of night, with only the half-moon to shine upon their nude forms with only the shadows clothing them. Jeremy gently brought his hand up to her cheek, as he smiled, "Jaqueline, I'm just gonna go out and say it: I'm in love with you, Jaqueline Jekyll."

Jaqueline blushed, as she softly smiled at him, "Oh, Jeremy. Please, for this night and perhaps many to come… make me into a woman."

The two slowed in, and deep kissed, as their arms wrapped around each other, their soft moans were echoing in their mouths, as they collapsed on the bed together, making passionate love that soon escalated to being more like animals in massive heat.

Mari smirked, "He'd be all, 'Here comes a foot long of ecstasy, Jaquie', and you'd be all, 'Ah! Oh! Ooh, Jeremy, you're a god in the sack'," She then hugged herself, as she continued to make fake sexual moans, "Oh baby, ruin me. Ruin my brains out; make me yours forever…!"

Jaqueline face was redder than a tomato as she snatched the last two formula's and tried not to responded, only for her to spill a drop from one and slip spilling them and shattering the beakers across the floor. "No! No, no, no, no!" Quickly she reached after the broken beaker but let out a yelp of pain and jumped back a shard of glass now lodged in her knee. "OW!"

'Well that was stupid of you,' Jackie spoke inside her mind, causing Jaqueline to growl both in pain and now annoyance at her 'worse sides' arrival.

"I see your up," she bitterly cried hopping towards a chair.

"Huh," Mari asked as Jaqueline waved her off. "Jackie," she said as if it was nothing, mentally picturing the white hyde stretching inside her head.

Mari half-smirked as she sat next to Jaqueline, "Let me guess: she woke up because of what I said." Silence just cut through it all, as Jaqueline blushed, looking away. Mari went wide eye, and seriously surprised, as she looked at her friend, "O.M… G. You seriously have it bad for Jeremy. I mean, really bad if you were that close to getting wet, let alone allowing Jackie to transform in this room, rip both our clothes off, and possibly having your way with me with a massive cucumber imagining it's him."

"I would... I... I was - we were... I mean."

'Oh I love Mari," Jackie stated laughing to herself as she let out a soft moan. 'But it would be nice to see Jeremy's big'

'Don't you dare' thought Jaqueline.

'thick'

'Don't you'

'Meaty -'

Jackie let out a shriek of pain alongside Jaqueline as the brown haired girl pulled the glass shard out of her knee, collapsing back into the chair, breathing in and out as her mind finally cleared.

'I did warn you Jackie.' Jaqueline stared down at the pile of spilt chemicals as she smiled to herself, watching the deep cut in her foot shrink and seal up in a few seconds. "Woah... that is, surprising."

"Just kidding," Mari smirked, shrugging, as she collapsed next to the still stunned Jaqueline, "If anybody's gonna take your virginity and make you a woman, it's the guy that you want to be with by his side forever."

Jaqueline blushed at that, as she whispered at her friend's sincerity and attitude about it all, "Mari."

"Of which I know will be Jeremy," Mari smiled.

"Just kidding," Mari smirked, shrugging, as she collapsed next to the still stunned Jaqueline, "If anybody's gonna take your virginity and make you a woman, it's the guy that you want to be with by his side forever."

Jaqueline blushed at that, as she whispered at her friend's sincerity and attitude about it all, "Mari."

"Of which I know will be Jeremy," Mari smiled.

As soon as the latch was unfastened Jeremy was in, he bolted past Mari and straight towards the kitchen and rounded the corner as he stepped into the spilled pool of the formula and skidded across the kitchen and into the nearby fridge.

"Ow," was what he managed to groan.

Opening his eyes, Jeremy looked up, his vision blurring as he could make out the shape of someone standing over him. Slowly the familiar face of Jaqueline came into view and she eventually smiled down offering him a hand.

"Sorry... we had a little bit of a spillage a second ago."

Jeremy grinned and went to take the hand, but stopped as he spotted what she was wearing, the two sizes too small top rising high against her ample bosom.

Jeremy blushed, as he looked away, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to peep like that."

Realizing what he meant, Jaqueline blushed, as she covered her chest, and looked away, "Oh, I'm sorry." But then blushed, looking nervous, "But… it's okay, as long as you don't tell, alright?"

Jeremy nodded, "Um, sure." But in his head, 'Wait a minute. Jaqueline… wanted me to peek?'

'God, that was embarrassing. I need to be a little more careful with what I wear around him,' Jaqueline thought, but smiled, 'Though it was fun teasing him like that.' Though she shook that thought away, as she looked to him, "So… what did you want to talk to me about?"

Jeremy held up a strange black and yellow striped inhaler, "I think I found how our mystery male Hyde Jackie impersonator beefed himself up. They call it a PUMP inhaler, it's supposed to give you unlimited strength, durability, and other of Jackie's abilities. But the problem is it can only last for about thirty minutes after the first inhale, but it has enough for five uses for each puff."

Mari walked up, as amazed as Jaqueline, as she asked, "How the hay did you get it?"

"I didn't," Jeremy smirked. "Theodore Tekk did. Right after the Jackie fake dropped his to fight the real Jackie."

"Umm who," Jackie said nervously as she rubbed the back of her head looking away as she spotted Mari renter the room.

"Theodore Tekk," he explained as if it was obvious. "Oh, that's right you don't know him, he is downstairs talking to Constance I can call him up if you want?"

Deciding to turn the tables on Mari, Jaqueline smirked to Jeremy, "Sure, go ahead. Mari could use some friend time."

"Friend time? With who," Mari asked, sprawling herself in a Lay-Z-Boy chair.

Downstairs

"So you run this whole place?"

Theodore eyes traced along the ornate oak counter, his fingers sliding along the polished curved wood looking down at the tall Latin woman behind the desk. Constance smiled resting her hands on her lap as she then spun around in the swivelled chair raising her hand as if to highlight the rest of the room.

"Oh yes, this and three other flats. I even have several investments I run," her grin was soon replaced by a small wince of pain as she allowed her fingers to run the base of her spine through her long green floral dress.

"Wow that's pretty impressive," Theo commented as he leaned onto the counter, his eyes darting to the stairwell in the back.

"So do you have any family that might inherit all that incase… well, you know," Theodore asked. But quickly explained, "Not that I'm saying you might kick the bucket later on, I'm just curious. I um… don't really see a lot of family around her working with you."

Theodore felt an icy chill creep up his spine as he watched Constance's expression shift ever so slightly, her left eyebrow twitching as her smile became increasingly strained. "N-no..." she commented her voice rather hesitant as she kept her eyes closed.

Theodore apologized immediately, "I'm so sorry."

Constance just turned away towards her computer and began to type out a few more things and chose to ignore Theo who kept umming and arring as he tried to decide what to say. Still they both looked towards the stairs as they saw Maria descend the steps in her Pyjamas.

"Oh hey Theo."

Theo suddenly went white as a sheet, and blushed madly like crazy, as he saw Mari, as he stammered, "M-m-m-m-m-m-m-Mari! Hey, how are ya?!"

Constance took a peek away from her computer, looking at Theo's reaction to Mari. And it wasn't due to the fact that Mari was in her pajamas. It was obvious the boy had a crush on the girl walking down. Constance smirked as she went back to her computer.

Mari smiled as she waved at the land lady. "Hey Constance," she said cheerfully before seeing Theo and walking towards him. "So you Theo," she asked with a growing smile. "Hey... have I seen you before," she asked with some hesitation.

Theo nodded his head, "Y-Yeah. We're in homeroom together; I'm the guy that's behind the computer screen. And… and we take P.E. together too."

Mari thought about it, but then snapped her fingers, "Oh yeah, I remember you know. You're the guy who's always wearing baggy sweatpants and sitting on the bleachers."

Theo scratched his neck and managed a nervous laugh as he seemed to keep looking away from her. "yeah... heh... that's me. I... well... Ahem. I've never been good at sports... umm unlike you."

Mari rolled her eyes away, but unbeknownst to her, blushed, "Yeah, I guess I sort of love the rush of it all." Mari then looked to Theo, and asked, "So why do you sit out? You don't look unhealthy."

Theo, embarrassed on that, changed the subject, "Um, how about we go meet Jeremy and explain what we found out."

Knowing that he didn't want to talk about it, Mari shrugged, "Okay then."

Connie smiled and waved as they went, "have fun you two."


Later On

Upstairs

Jaqueline, Mari and Theodore all gathered around the circular table, the girls looking expectantly across at Theo who seemed slightly unnerved by their attire. Mari however had taken to smirking at Jaqueline again who was rubbing her temples and turning her attention to Jeremy.

"Do you have to do that," the brown haired girl asked, her voice half amused and half frustrated. "I told you I can -"

Jeremy silenced her with a wave of his hand, the other keeping a firm grip upon a mop, as he stood over the colorful mess. "I told you," Jeremy commented as she swept away a smudge of yellow and black. "It's nothing, think of it as payment for you helping with the story." With another swipe he washed away a series of red blots and then smiled across at Jaqueline.

Jaqueline smiled, "I'm just glad you came to us for help."

"So, um…"Jeremy asked, as he pointed to the inhaler. "Think you might have an idea on how they made this?"

"Nothing yet," Jaqueline stated, as she stated. "But it looks like this would be made in a usual drug sort of way. But the formula seems to have modifications to it. Giving it a half-life."

Jaqueline ran her fingers over the plastic and slowly began to pick at the casing until it peeled apart and crumbled into parts. All in all it was a fairly common uninteresting inhaler, and the three teenagers wondered what Jaqueline was up to as she began to try and pop open the cylinder that contained the formula.

"Great," she cried holding the tube up to her eye, "there is some residue left. If I can analyse it we can..."

Mari raised his hand to his mouth and coughed, the noise stopping Jaqueline mid speech, her eyes darting away nervously as she became the centre of attention. "Well... Jaqueline... I mean I know this is important but shouldn't we concentrate on where this thing came from," her gaze slowly shifting to face Theodore.

Now finally getting the attention, although a bit unprepared for it, Theodore cleared his throat, "Hmm, well, I don't know where it came from, but I do know who used it last night. It's a jock from Shepard High, a tackler by the name of…"

Elsewhere

"Dale Mason," Gus sighed, as he looked over to the jock in question, who was sitting down in an office chair in Gus's 'Office'. "I heard last night you trashed a bar. With a sample of our product. Am I right?"

Dale slid his hands through his greasy hair, his fingers twitching as he tried to smile across at the large figure of Gus who was likely twice as wide as him, and currently leaning on the table with his hands clasped together. Dale eased back in his chair as his both leaned in, one arm falling by his side in an attempt to appear relaxed as he gave a small gruff huff and claimed, "nothing much."

On saying that Gus moved. It wasn't a overt movement, the dark skinned gangster only reaching into his desks draw: but it was enough to cause Dale to recoil on instinct from the memory of Roland's punishment. Yet instead it was the soft patter of a paper hitting the table that met his ears, his eyes opening to read the headline 'Jackie Hyde: Public Menace.' A picture of the Drunken Clam Club and its newest hole knocked through its outer wall plastered for all to see, a wrecked police car still curled up on the sidewalk. Looking back up into the brown eyes of Gus, Dale smile grew larger as he parted his hands and gave a confident grin.

"Hey its all good." He didn't need help to know what Dale was thinking with his unflinching expression. "I mean it was that dumb monster that got the blame, so its a win, win. I mean what's the problem? The drug wo-"

"Dale." Gus words were firm and o the point, an attitude uncharacteristic of a sixteen year old and delivered a sense of power to the smaller jock. "Do you know why I called you hear today?"

"N-no..." Gus raised an eyebrow causing Dale to add. "Sir... No sir."

"It is because there is a problem. A big problem. If there wasn't a problem I would be congratulating you right now," he tapped one thick powerful finger against the paper using his unflinching gaze to bore into Dale as he dug his nail into one particular part of the article.

'Underage teen's on sight arrested for questioning. Although current reports reveal they were released on bail.'

"Four hundred dollars," Gus said solemnly, his voice carrying a wary tone. "Four hundred dollars your bail cost us... four hundred. Am I clear?" Dale blinked in confusion, but he opened his mouth with that same cocky smile only for Gus to shut him down. "four hundred -" he let the words hang again before continuing. "dollars. Now I don't need to tell you that is chump change for our organisation but I want to remind you of something Dale. Presentability."

Dale blinked and looked at Gus suspiciously as he tried to figure out what he was going on about, by now Roland on the other goons would have knocked his lights out for screwing up: he had heard Gus was different but this was new. "I don't follow," he stated looking around the office and wondering if this was a plot or some way to distract him as some of the other guys jumped him from behind.

Yet Gus just kept his finger placed on the article and continued on. "Dale up until now Roland has lead all gang operations personally, overseeing petty thefts and shakedowns. Yet for this new enterprise he put me in charge, do you want to know why?"

"Because he knew you didn't take drugs." Gus silence caused the teen to shift slightly as he saw his new 'boss' wait for him to answer again. "I... I-I don't know..."

Gus nodded knowingly, not condescendingly or aggressively but as if Dale's answer was just a simple statement of fact. "Because our business requires a degree of trust, a degree of customer knowledge that our product is reliable: safe." He tapped his finger on the line saying teens were arrested and then on the title. "this article here places the blame for the destruction of the club squarely on the hands of Jakcie and this -" Gus lip finally moved as it seemed to twist into an exasperated scowl. "-New Hyde, and thankfully there was no mention of your or my association with the incident."

Dale looked up at his boss who after a while waved at Dale as if to ask something. "Sooo... what's the issue."

"That person on the headline could have very well been you." Gus didn't paint the words in any other light, his tone was direct, to the point and laying all blame squarely on his henchmen. Indeed he finally removed his finger as if to make his point and clasped his hands firmly together again. "How would it look Dale if our customers learned that our product cause its users to become... agitated... aggressive... and dare I say horny?"

Dale stood up as if to protest, "hey you didn't tell me to -"

"Moreover you did it at a high class club," Dale added cutting him off with another firm tone, a club that may be questioned as to why a sixteen year old was attending one of its venues? I don't need to read you the laws against underage drinking do I?"

"What are you my dad?"

Dale actually cracked a smile as he heard that, "no I am the man who told you to keep a low profile. An order you disregarded. As such I am the man who has to clean up your shit."

"Ooooh he swears."

"Funny," Gus answered with zero humour. "Still I hope you understand the gravity of the situation?"

Dale shrugged and laid back in his chair again, so far Gus had been a complete pussy, and he smirked. "Sure, sure, don't go running your reputation. Just lay off dude your acting like a total arse."

Gus though didn't respond and just looked at Dale for a full minute, not talking or responding, just looking at him with a cool icy stare. "Hey dude... stop it..." But Gus continued. "Dude what are your a freak of something? DUDE!"

Wham!

Dale was now on the floor clutching at the deep gash across the bridge of his nose where the edge of the table had collided with his face. Gus now loomed over Dale adjusting his cufflinks around his long sleeved shirt as he walked around the desk that he had just reached over and firmly placed a large powerful boot on Dale's back.

"I assume that was what you were expecting if I was Roland?" He asked cooly as he slowly applied more pressure to his pinned goons back. "I mean I can break your arm if you want? Or perhaps your legs? Yes the main femur I hear is a great place to start, I mean it takes ages to fix." A loud thump sounded as Gus gave a sharp shove down on Dale's body as he tried to push himself up. "I assume I have made my point?"

"Y-yes... yes Gus!"

Gus sighed as he stamped down again on Dale with an unflinching stare. "Castle."

"Yeah... Mr Castle sir"

Gus Nodded and stood back walking towards the offices main window and opening the shutters as he watched Dale pull himself to his feet rubbing his back as he looked towards the huge teenager.

"Dude you watch too many mobster movies!"

Gus however just shrugged and replied flatly. "Maybe? But I still have a punishment for you." Dale paused as he waited expectantly as Gus opened the door and pointed out across the factory floor and past the large distillery's as he calmly told his man, "you get to feed the werewolves today. That means removing the muzzles, feeding them stake and then putting it back on... without getting bitten I might add."

Dale went pale at the thought but before he could reply the large man pushed him out of the office with a sharp pat on the back, right over where he had stamped on him. "Have fun," and immediately slammed the door once he was out.

Feeding Pen

The place looked like a fortified safe on the outside, with two hoods dressed in armored hazmat suits, holding stun staffs. Next to them was a fridge full of meat, of every variety. On the other side of the room was a coat hanger full of suits and boots, armor plating, as well as chainmail underarmor made of silver. These were necessary attempts now made easy for others not to be infected. They had learned this as soon as two of their gang members had been bitten… and chained up with the other two werewolves in there.

Dale approached the pen nervously his eyes darting two the two guys standing outside the large sealed door to what had been a former meat locker, with a huge magnetically sealed door barring the way. He gulped as several of the men in the room jeered him, laughing snarkily as he began to go for one of the hazmat suits only to drop it as his hands began to shake.

"Whats wrong Dale? Gonna die of fright before you even get to see the big bad wolf."

"Screw you." Dale showed them his middle finger and glowered at the group as they burst out laughing, a few using their stun poles to prop themselves up as he slowly began to sweat.

"Holy shit he is scared! I mean look at him," one of the guards laughed as he hit one of his fellow men on the shoulder with a smile.

The guard in question brushed the guys hand away and leered at him, "hey lay off he has got a reason to be scared. I mean Trash and Samuel both got bit and the boss... well the boss locked um up in there."

A third guard was absently picking his nose as he replied, "Shouldn't have pissed off Gus... I mean Castle."

"Dude watch it, you know he hates it when we call him real name on the job."

Dale just sighed and grabbed a hazmat suit, his fingers running over its glossy texture. He was about to head for a nearby plastic chair to change when he noticed a small girl with brown hair, a brown sleeveless jumper, and an overtly serious look. She was familiar and he greeted her with a half hearted grunt, "hello Elaine," he said with a rather bitter aftertaste. He tried to force a smile but found it hard as he looked towards the looming cell door. Still he managed to say, "thanks for last night... I mean that potion... it was..."

Elaine waved her hand launching into a long winded rant. "Thanks aren't needed Dule -"

"Dale"

"- I am just glad to see that my experiment was a semi-success, and well... I am glad you had fun," she added in the most insincere way possible. "I am sorry to say the batch was a failure due to your... inconsistent transformation but it did give me the required data to perform a necessary few tests. I had to lower the acidic intake to balance out the bonding procedure with the ethereal energy to create a stable -"

Dale raised his hand and let out a long boring groan, "lady... I have no idea what you are saying." Elaine smiled and reached into her pocket and produced a small vile of green liquid that she held up to Dale's eyes, although her rather sallow expression on being cut off caused her to snatch it away as he reached for it. "Is that more Pump," he asked not realising he was salivating at the prospect."

"Yes," Elaine stated rather bluntly as she looked it herself, "I just finished this batch and Gus just told me to give it to you to test out with the werewolves."

"Gus hates it when you use his real name."

Elaine gave a small smile as her eyes darted to the larger man who was slowly edging towards her, his hand twitching as she took two steps back. "Well 'Gus is not here." She added holding the formula out for him, "just don't pick a fight with him after you take this: otherwise he told me he would kill you."

"Got it," Dale nodded, taking it into deep advice, and then looked to the two, now with an ace in his pocket, "Open the door."

The doors opened with a heavy clang, its automatic lock breaking and unsealing as two guards peeled it back, while a further three held out their taser tipped poles as Dale stepped in with a bag of meat in one hand, vial in the other.

The room was bright, well lit, indeed Dale had to shield his eyesas he walked in and it took him several second to see around the cold white walled freezer. Indeed he became instantly aware of how cold it was, his eyes seeing the lines of frost on the floor and the breath rising as he breathed in an out. He then became aware of the werewolves.

Bound in chains, the ones used to bolt ships to the docks, they were almost stapled into the walls, only their heads given any room to move. To their credit after three days of capture they had yet to turn back, mothing which was having an adverse affect on them or so the rumour mill went. Both wolves were breathing heavily, their breath rising in huge clouds of steam, and indeed it seemed as if small vapour trails were rising form their fur covered bodies.

The first one to awaken was the brown werewolf his face tilting up limply as he watched Dale walk in, his eyes instantly going to the bag of steaks. The whine emanating from his muzzle echoed within it making it sound even more pitiful then it would have, and even for Dale he felt this was a bit much.

"Hey... Scar," the brown werewolf muttered to the one beside him. "Scar?" he repeated again.

The larger of the two, a great black and grey werewolf sniffed and looked up, and unlike the previous one who seemed weak and starved this one eyes bore into Dale, but otherwise didn't or couldn't say anything.

"Dinners here," the brown werewolf said gently which Dale was unsure if it was a joke.

However, the Black werewolf wasn't laughing, as he charged right at Dale. However, his chains kept him front getting passed the six inch gap between the two. Scar's gnaw growled as his yellow eyes glowed with anger and rage beyond madness. Until he finally made coherent snarls, "Just how long do you think you and this pathetic organization think they can keep us here?"

"And how much fur do you guys need from us," Scope groaned as he scaled his wall, pulling at the chains, "I've already been shaved down military style so many times, I might actually go bald for good. And you guys don't wanna see a bald dog, much less touch'em. It feels like a bag of chicken bones. Ugh!"

Pausing Dale looked between the werewolves who despite their struggling were beginning to tire, their acts at bravado punctuated by their own faltering stamina. Honestly it was a rather retched sight, but he supposed it was justice in some weird way. "Well you deserve this, after you put half the gang in the hospital who sick monsters."

"yeah right," Scar growled as he nodded to the far end of the freezer. "were the monsters."

Sitting at the far end were two kids. Chained and tied down to the walls, much like the werewolves accept they were still humans. Both of them were shivering like crazy, being dressed in only a pair of coats that had been hastily thrown over them after their bites as they were hauled back inside after Scar had gotten too bite happy yesterday. One was a young girl with purple hair hidden under her hood, while the other was a teenager, much the same age as Dale and Castle with Dark brown hair with small black streaks.

"Samuel... Trash," Dale muttered quietly as Scar lunged forward again.

"Don't you dare call us monsters you arsehole! YOU'RE THE MONSTERS!"

Dale gripped the vial tightly and popped the cork, "you have no idea how accurate that is going to get."

Scope raised an eyebrow as he asked, "Do you mean literal… or metaphorical. Because right now, I'm going for metaphorical for you, Mason."

Trash huffed, as she looked at Scope, stating, "Lay off. Dale always was the idiot of this whole gang."

Sam looked to her, as he asked, sounding disgusted, "Whose side are you on?"

"I think it's called Stockholm Syndrome," Scope stated.

Scar groaned, "Great, now suddenly you've got a punk rock girl going after you."

"I'M NOT FALLING FOR THAT MOP-HEADED WEIRDO, YOU SCARFACE WANNABE," Trash roared out.

"Better than you playin' lone wolf every now and then," Scope griped.

As the two wolves argued, Trash raised an eyebrow, as she asked her compatriot, "And these guys are the ones that keep us behind bars?"

"Idiot! I will show you!" Dale took the vial and allowed the substance to wash down his throat, he was strangely reminded of raspberries before feeling a sudden sour and sharp aftertaste, shivering in response. For a few moments he just heard the sporadic shouting of his chained gang mates and, their complaints blurring into a white noise that hovered around his ears.

Then he felt it, a sudden feeling like every muscle in his body had just tensed, clenching and unclenching like it was going to suddenly tear apart. Then it hit him again, and again! The first time the shock simply hit him and it came as soon as it went, the second time he yelled out in pain clutching at his side with a hollow wail, and the third time he fell to his knees as he grunted and growled in pain.

The four captives almost immediately stopped talking, their eyes fixated on this collapsed boy who was beginning to twitch and buck as he looked at the floor. "What is happening," Trash asked, the punk girl leaning into get a better look only for Dale to then cream out in pain. "they didn't say... it would hurt this much!" Scope looked down at Dale his eyes running over his body noting how his veins had begun to glow along his arms and around his temple with a faint white glow, but Dale continued to scream. "Oh god, oh god, oh god!"

"What the heck is wrong with him," Scar growled as he struggled against the chains but to no avail.

"I am not sure," Scope noted as he gulped staring down at the boy who began to scream again and again.

"Make it stop! OH GOD, OH GOD, OH MAN, OH GOD!"

"Samuel what the heck is happening!"

Samuel backed away as far as he could to the wall trying to move slightly to shield Trash from their former comrades sudden screaming as he began to roll around in pain. "I don't know," he said as Dale screamed again.

"THE PAIN! OH GOD! OH GOD!"

"What should we-"

"OH GOD YES!" Dale suddenly screamed the words echoing throughout the room as he threw back his head his eyes now a bright glowing yellow, as a deathly pale white began to crawl across his skin.

His body started warbling like waves, his muscles looking like they were bubbling or boiling inside, as he collapsed on his knees. His shirt and pants started to get tighter and harder to maintain their shape, as he started to grow. Dropping onto his hands and knees his hands slowly increased in mass, growing bigger and pushing out against the skin, as the flesh made a gurgling sound like a bad stomach that was punctuated by the cracking of bones with each painful growth, the fingers and arms surging in size with each pulse.

This growth began to extend up the arms, starting at the wrists, each one swelling as the edges of his shirt began to tighten around the shoulder, pushing them out and stretching the cloth across the chest. Then the sleeves began to distort as within them biceps, triceps and all the muscles began to push out so slowly as the linen began to conform to the sight of clear muscle. Then there was a painful snap as the whole arms bucked pushing his torso up and away from the ground as the arms lengthened out. And with that explosive growth the sleeves shattered into pieces exposing his growing and Arnold fitness level arms.

His chest finally puffed out, shredding the shirt and collar. Dale couldn't take it, as he grabbed the torn seams and shredded off his shirt, revealing large muscled chalk white skin… and apparently red and black chest hair to go with it. Dale shouted, "Hoo-Wha! Now that's a chest!"

Working his hands down his chest as he patted his pectorals he placed his fingers over each abdominal as it began to fade out of obscurity and forming into a tight rock like wall as the definition deepened and deepened. All the while his arms began to be pushed away as he lats began to swell outward.

And then his shoes began to buckle, their seams gradually becoming undone as the size of his feet pushed away from them, each painful snap as they increased in size shattering the leather until it fell away in dense clumps.

His pants were starting to rip and shred, going from his calves, up his thighs, and then up to his buttocks. And from under the pants, the underwear was starting to give as well, even the elastic band was giving way too. Dale slowly got on one knee, with his left leg slamming on the floor. And in the process, his pant leg shredded, revealing a powerful muscled leg.

Scar blinked and allowed his head to tilt back as he watched Dale rise to his full height, his next leg shattering as his defined calve and leg broke through with a single snap.

"Oh yeah," Dale said confidently as he flexed his arms and looked as they rose into hills of pure muscle. "Oh yeah. Oh man , oh god, oh yeah!"

Scope, a bit on the shocked end, leaned over to Scar, as he asked, "Since you're the born werewolf, have you ever seen anything like this?"

"Nope," Scar shook his head slowly. "Never seen anything like this before."

Dale's arm suddenly snapped out, his huge fist wrapping around Scar's neck as he forced him into the wall. "Well that's too bad dog brain!" He reached down and grabbed a nearby steak, "because its feeding time!"

Dale slammed the steak and the fist into scars mouth forcing the meat down his throat as he cackled madly, his now yellow eyes alight with glee as he chocked and pinned the werewolf to the wall. "Yeah that's what you get dog! For all the time you arses beat us - now I get to rip you apart!"

At that moment, a warm-clothed Elaine walked into the chamber, as she stood behind the almost-naked Dale. The footsteps caught his attention as he stopped shoving food down Scar's throat, as she sighed, "So this is what your true self looks like, eh?"

Dale rubbed his hand down his hairy chest as he spun around, ripping his fist out of scars mouth causing the werewolf to splutter and moan. "Oh yeah I am built like a... wait," he replied scratching his head. "True self... what da fuck is dat?"

Trash blinked, "oh god... he is even dumber."

Elaine shook her head, as she sighed, "See, I had this theory when the werewolves showed up. Their transformation, DNA bound with Wolf… it must have something to do with adding a 24th Chromosome." Dale looked rather confused on that, but as he focused on her, he failed to notice his spine beginning to get bigger.

"See, humans have only 23 chromosomes, which is normal," she began to explain. "But adding a 24th… that can do so much for us. Makes us super strong, super fast, super intelligence, more durable, our cells could divide 50 times more than what we do now, meaning we heal faster. Possibly increase our lifespan to nearly 1,000 years."

Dale was getting fed up with the science lesson, as he got into Elaine's face, "Yeah? So what the hell does this have to do with… AGRH!" Dale crashed onto the floor as his body spasmed.

Witnessing Dale in pain, Elaine strode passed him and to Sam and Trash, "Well, I always had a theory that our DNA is like a blueprint of our soul. An inner reflection on who we really are." She pulled back Trash's hood showing her half-shaved head, as she gently stroked the cold girl's face, "I think this Lycan Virus is a way of opening up who we really are… on the inside. It can turn weaklings into heroes…" and then turned to face Dale as he was now down on all fours, "… and meatheads like you… into monsters. The Real Monsters."

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Dale screamed out as a new transformation began.

His spine jutted upward, as bone spine spikes began to dig their way through, giving him a dinosaur-like look. His shoulder blades became bigger too, as they almost formed plating around them. His knees and elbows exploded as bone spikes shot out, with his knuckles getting bonier and harder, making them like brass knuckles only made of bone. His feet became longer, the big and middle toe fusing together as big bone claws grew out of them, as his heel jotted out a bone spike. His ears grew to sharper points, as his lower canines shot out, making them more like tusks than teeth. His forehead also grew to Neanderthal size with bone plating taking place of his eyebrows.

"Vat is... happening to... mehh" Dale slurred ass his jaw began to crack and misshapen as his whole body remoulded and broke apart. "Did isn't vat ya promised."

"I think I am going to be sick," Scope said holding back a gag as he tried to look away while Sacr just stared in horror as Dale began to fill up the whole room.

"Oh, relax, I only added more life to the PUMP. This is the improved version," Elaine smirked, as she glared dangerously at the creature that started out as Dale. "I also learned the formula you used in the Drunken Clam… you stole from me. Gus may be lenient, and Roland might have given you a few broken bones, but I intend to make those that steal from my research pay for it fully."

"Am… am I… gonna d-die," Dale asked, his speech becoming more animal and brutal than intellectual.

Elaine shooed that notion away, "Don't worry, if anything I'm keeping you around as my enforcer/bodyguard." She then cupped her chin, as she smirked, "though now that I know that my new batch works, I'm curious to see if it will trump the original. Namely Jackie Hyde."

"Hyyyyde," Dale droned out, his mind now off and replaced with a brutish caveman tone.

Elaine patted him on the head, "All in good time. But before that, I need to test something else with this new batch." Gently taking his hand, she led the creature that was Dale out of the feeding pin, as she ordered the two, now stunned, thugs, "Go feed the new wolves. I've got a new experiment I need to look at." And started to lead Dale down another iron door.

Once she opened it, using a hand and eye scanner, the doors opened up. She looked to the creature, and gently halted him, "Now wait here, Brute. I'm just gonna go make sure our guests aren't going to have a heart attack when they see you."

She walked into the room, as a light went on. It looked like a barrack prison room, with a few beds lined up. And on the wall the windows were barred up and tightened with security measures. Chains and shackles were even bolted in place, but stronger and heavier than the ones containing the werewolves. But at the moment, there were three occupants chained up but in the corner of the room huddled together in fright.

There were three girls total, and they looked like they had been off the streets or worked them depending on what they wore.

The first girl was a scrawny and nerdy Caucasian girl of sixteen with short magenta hair with a bang combed to the right, blue eyes, and thick red glasses. She wore ratty street clothes for heavy winter. Her name was Courtney Kenner.

The second girl was a sixteen African American girl with a slim figure, and long black hair and brown eyes. She was a black slutty mini-skirt with red stiletto shoes, gold bracelets, a trashy red tube top, and a black overcoat. Her name was Lana Memphstine.

And the third girl was a sixteen year old Caucasian blonde but had a Russian feel to her. She had a slim figure, short cut blonde hair that had the tips of her bangs go to her shoulders and blue eyes. She was wearing a black mini-skirt too with black thigh high high-heel boots, a black one piece underneath the skirt, black vest and black arm gloves. Her name was Justine Romanov.

Elaine stopped at the shivering trio, as sh smirked, "Hello, girls. You know why you're here? Well due to going hungry, there barely any heat in here because we're close to a meat locker, and you three taken off the streets with all being so frightened, I'll tell you. You're all in here to pay off a big debt." She looked to Courtney, "You due to an overdue bill with Castle on the heroin run…" and then looked to the two girls, "And you two for not making enough profit for Castle's hooker chain he started. He says you two are pretty much the weak links in the chain anyway."

The sweaty palms of Courtney began to ring together slowly as the skinny girl desperately edged closer to Elaine trying her best to look small as she looked up at the girl. "Look I am good for the money," her voice was low and meek as she stuttered trying to look the serious Elaine in the eye. "I can give Gus back the drugs I haven't shifted all I need is a few more days."

Elaine however raised her hand and felt her lip twitch as she watched the girl grovel at her feet, trying her best to look a pitiable as possible. It was so pathetic, yet part of Elaine loved it. talking slowly she began to pace back in front of the three girls leaving Courtney who took a step after her but stopped as she realised how Elaine didn't care. Speaking with a confidence she began to tell them, "as such since all of you owe debts I am giving you a way to pay off your debts, and then some." She looked each of them in the eye, and began to stare down Lana who loomed over her in her heels poking her in the chest.

"Hey I don't got to take orders from you," to which Elaine Smiled.

"Oh really?" She walked away towards a table and ran her hand along t slowly taking her time as she walked. "Castle sees you as a weak link, a weak chain in his organisation... and you know how Castle haits failures."

"Yeah but he always gives us ways to make it up," Courtney pointed her hand in the air as Elaine stared her back down.

"And this is exactly it. Its just coming from me rather than Castle this time," Elaine replied.

Justine got on to her feet, and looked to Elaine, asking, "Den, vhat do you vant vit us?"

Elaine smirked, as she got them, and asked, "Well, let me ask you girls something: do you like your lives the way they are now? And honestly, tell me. I won't judge or report this to Gus. As far as he and Zellinski are concerned, they don't know what I've done with you three. Heck, they probably don't even care if you girls are found stripped, raped, and mind broken in an alleyway and they still wouldn't give a rat's ass if you lived, died, or formerly slept with them and became the world to them. So be honest, do you like your lives now? Are you happy?"

The girls were hesitant to answer, the three of them looking at each other waiting for one of them to make that first move.

Courtney was the first to speak her voice wavering as she tried to bring forth the words she had long since buried and been afraid to say. "N-no... not really... I mean..." she trailed off pressing her fingers together afraid to utter another word.

"I haf to agree," Justine sighed and rubbed her arm as she blushed looking away rather dejectedly. "I mean Casvle is better dan most bvat he can be hard vat times." She looked at Elaine and gave a gentle smile but soon rescinded when the girl gave not an ounce of emotion.

Yet Lana was the first to speak against this and with pure confidence as she rounded on her two associates. "Gus has been good to us, and I mean us! He at least cares dam it, he hasn't turfed me or you out yet, and he always lets us off easy when we slip up!"

"Vats if you kiss vis boots," Justine returned getting rather fiery as she spoke out.

"Yeah but you gonna let some punk ass girl speak out against a man who financed my mothers operation? I mean he ain't a saint but he hasn't thrown us under the bridge yet?"

Elaine actually cracked a smile and stepped closer to her would be defiant girl. "Yet... the word is yet Lana." She walked around the African American girl grinning ear to ear, looking her up and down and the other girls too in some sick glee. "I mean what did he ask in return for that operation... favours?"

Lana shook her head, "no he asked for nuthin."

Elaine grimace snapped shut as she glowered at the girl and said the next few words. "And the thought he didn't do that to keep you working for him hadn't dawned on you?"

The three remained quiet, as Elaine pointed out the situation to them, "The more you want from him, the more he'll take you back. Sure he's not Roland, but his calm demeanor hides within it a shark, planning to eat all three of you as soon as you've bled out."

Courtney fidgeted with her glasses, as she asked, "So what do you want from us?"

Elaine smirked, "Straight to the point. I like that about our, Cor." Elaine straightened out, "I'm looking for allies/lab assistants/friends for my own goals. Roland, he wants a more stronger gang, Gus, he wants a criminal empire. But me… I'm interested in something bigger. I want to forge an army that once we're ready, we can take this city or any non-missed hick town and make it our own. We'll be so strong, that not even that joke of a president would try anything. And if they did nuke us, we'd crawl out of the fire, and easily trample Washington. In a year time, we'll have total control and be named Homo-Superior." She looked to Justine and Lana, "That means we'll be surperior than normal humans, that doesn't mean we'll be gay."

She then cleared her throat, as her glasses hid her brown eyes, as she asked, "So I will ask: do you ladies want to step up from being ordinary Neanderthals and step up to becoming Goddess-like?"

Justine just leaned onto the table with her two hands giving Elaine a firm but determined glare. "And hov do ve know vis isn't just vou stringing vus along? I mean if Gus does vit how can ve tvust you?"

Lana nodded as she walked up beside the blonde and rested her arm on her shoulder. "Yeah, do you really expect us to believe in this whole Homo... something or crap."

Elaine sighed, as she turned to walk away, "Well, that's why I asked for more test subjects, and Gus approved." She then walked to the main door, "See, I'm mostly working on the PUMP drug that's going to hit the streets soon, but lately, I've been experimenting on creating a lasting version of it. Of the Hyde formula. I've already made the first batch and used it on the first test subject, and now I need to see if Subject A can pass it on to others."

The three girls looked to one another, as Justine asked, "Pass it on?"

"Like a virus. Only this virus doesn't infect and make the host ill it rewrites the DNA perfectly stronger, faster, more durable," Elaine explained. "But I need to see if subject A will become a controlled Patient Zero."

As the door opened, the three girls heard thuds coming from the doorway, as Elaine went on, "The virus originated from Lycanthropes, which can infect from bites, much like rumored vampires. Though for Hyde-Superior, it has to be injected or ingested by the formula. Though I theorize it can be transferrable via bodily fluids." She then smirked as a huge shadow came stomping in, "And that's where Dale Mason, aka Brute, aka Patient Zero… comes in."

Lana and Justine shared a nervous glance. "Wait Dale mason..." Justine asked, "bodily fluids," Lana asked, both looking disgusted at the prospect.

"Yes bodily fluids" The brown haired girl walked to the door without blinking an eye and slowly opened it to wave Dale in. The ground now shook when he walked, the brute stumbling, his hulking bony visage filling almost the berth of the room as he stooped down, resting his knuckles along the ground much like an ape walked on all fours. He stared blearily around at the four girls each of them backing away, Lana shielding the other two from the beast. Elaine didn't seem fussed in the slightest as she walked up to what had been Dale and petted him on the head. "Although I will need more testing to prove this theory... and that's where you come in."

Lana however pointed at Brute her finger shaking as she still tried to sound confident. "Bitch what the fuck is dat!"

Elaine just shrugged as she walked away from Dale and said with a smile, "well it was Dale Mason... I personally think he is cuter this way."

"Cute! CUTE!"

Lana looked in horror as Elaine smiled at them, until the brown haired girl rolled her eyes and walked towards them, "it was a joke you moron," she slapped Lana's shaking finger away. "And what I am offering you is the perfected version of what he has... his negative aspects won't transmit with the formula so all we need to do is-"

"I ain't sleeping with that thing," Lana decreed angrily as she glared at Dale who seemed to whine like a dog in response.

"Not even for godhood?"

The girls looked at each other, unsure of any of this. Courtney, on the other hand, was shivering. she knew she would have to go back to her drunken father, and her abusive mother. That's why she wanted the drugs, just to escape it all. But Elaine seemed to want to help do something more with her. Feeling the better chance, she stepped up, "I wanna change. Change me, Elaine."

Elaine smirked, "Great." And walked away from the girls over to Brute, as she petted him, "They're all yours. But remember, they're virgins. Be gentle with them, it's their first time with someone as big as you." And then walked towards the door, as Brute looked at the three girls with a happy yet dumbfounded perverted smile.

Lana, on the other hand, ran as fast as she could to the door. But she was grabbed by her ankle, and held upside down, as both her shoes fell off, and shouted, "Hey, you HO! GET US OUT OF HERE, OR I'LL…!"

But the door closed and locked in place, as Elaine made sure the final lock was heard, and nodded, "Enjoy girls. Believe me, if the formula worked, he'll be a 2 foot long 32 inch wide tree trunk. Business and pleasure: two benefits while working for me, I guess."

Leaving the trio to their new 'partner' Elaine had calmly walked away from the room as to follow up her plan to further modify the hyde formula and perfect the drug Castle was asking for. She had felt the eyes of the gang on her as she crossed the reused factory, all of the Neanderthals eye following her, whispering to one another, all their voices carrying the familiar sound of fear within them. They had seen what she had done to Dale, the bone like monstrosity that he had become on her command: true they had yet to see Dale turn back, and even Elaine was surprised at how dumb he had become. But in this business object lessons are what caught everyone's attention, and it meant everyone.

"Elaine."

Stopping the brown haired girl turned and adjusted her glasses instinctively a she noticed Gus striding towards her. He was huge compared to her, at least double the height and triple the width: a wall of pure muscle. Elaine noted how such a man could have brawn and brains but she waved him off as she continued towards her lab, , only for Gus to follow, calmly walking sided by side with her as he talked.

"Elaine I have to say you have done a good job fitting in here," he noted with a strong but welcoming voice. "A real A star performance."

"Cute," Elaine replied with a serious but flat tone she had no time for timetables or reprimands. "I assume this is about Dale?"

Gus blinked and shrugged, "What? No I reprimanded him earlier why would this be about Dale?"

He hadn't heard? 'Good I can surprise him with that later' Elaine thought a small smile forming on her lip,' it would be nice to put him in his place for once.' "So what is this about?"

Gus nodded and pointed to the far end of the factory, towards a section that Elaine remembered Gus had told everyone to leave unmodified: she faintly remember it being one of Roland's orders and Gus not being happy with it. "We have a meeting, and I would dearly like you to sit in on it." He told her as he used his bear like arm to gently redirect her with a pat on the back.

Elaine scowled as she was manhandled but said nothing, she would have liked to put Gus in his place, but as of yet she lacked the power to do any real damage, although after thinking that she did realise this was only the first time he had done this, and what came next surprised her. "Sorry," he said pulling his arm away with an awkwardness she would not have believed from him. "Just that Roland has called the meeting, and he wants everyone who is heading up this operation to be there."

Elaine raised an eyebrow. "No need to apologise." She took a second to peer over at Castle who seemed rather tense as he walked.

"Yeah, but I still should." Elaine eyebrow peaked as he said this, watching him rub the back of his neck as he smiled at her while they walked. "I mean you have been working so hard and I have to say with your input and... experimentation..." he trailed off as he said those last few words. "We have been put ahead of schedule by at least a few weeks, honestly its amazing work."

"Naturally," Elaine replied without so much of a bat of the eye.

But Gus wasn't done. "Also I can tell your not happy here, I mean my men don't exactly make it easy, I have to resort to brutish tactics and well..."

Elaine grumbled, "I am not sad," but that was obviously a lie and Gus knew it.

His laugh was deep and powerful, the every air shaking as the large teenager began to chuckle, earning a few stares from his men as he and Elaine walked past. "Nice try Elaine, but a person as passionate as you not struggling here: don't make me laugh." The two reached a side door leading to a small set of stairs that Gus allowed Elaine to ascend first. "Your too smart not to get frustrated with my men, too clever and brilliant not to find my necessary approaches a tad backwards."

He wasn't wrong. "And how do you know I feel like this," Elaine then asked her voice growing a little higher as she tried to hold back a feeling which she was somewhat unsure of.

"Because," Gus said softly as his laughter died down, "I feel it too. That same feeling where your the smartest guy in the room and everyone wants to go attack when in reality you should watch and wait. I would describe it as suffocating, and I can tell you feel it too."

Elaine blinked on that, and scratched the back of her head, as she cleared her throat, "So, um… was there something you wanted to talk to me about other than feeling like the oddball in the room?"

Gus waited to answer as the pair of them pulled up to a secluded shoved away door at the far end of a dimly lit hallway. "Yeah," Gus said with his usual seriousness . "Don't annoy Roland."

With that he knocked on the door and folded his arms waiting for someone to come to the door.

"Come in," someone ordered, as the two opened the door and waltzed in.

The room wasn't well lit, the order to leave this place alone must have stood because Elaine was certain she could see Gus eyeballing the flickering bulb as they entered. It wasn't a large room, an old coffee lounge for the old staff to visit between there off time when this place was a factory. The faded square couches where still there and small kitchen who had long ago surrendered to mould and fungus, the former blue walls peeling away.

Elaine had to say she was shocked by how many people she could see there waiting for them. The first three to catch her eye were two girls, both lingering by the old sideboards of the kitchen, who stared back as she and Gus entered. The next were three to four burly teenagers and men who were all around Gus age, one of them was leaning back in the couch reading through the latest issue of playboy, a fact that made Elaine roll her eye. Just generic muscle or other lieutenants like Gus.

The final figure was unmistakable as he was sitting by the old TV in the corner, his rampant swearing and yelling setting him apart from the others who all seemed to focus on his performance. A performance that featured his hacking at a random civilian in the virtual city with a rather brutal looking 3D weapon. He laughed as his blow threw the lady off the bridge and into the road, a laugh all the other boys tried to imitate with the clearest of hesitation.

There was no doubt this was Roland Zellinski.

((Description of Roland))

((The other two girls are Python's protégé he is hiding off screen to Gus introduce later))

Roland turned around to look as he saw Gus, and smiled, "Gus. My man."

Gus smirked, as he walked over, "My man."

The two shared what could be described as a loose hug as they both grabbed each others hand and then pulled themselves towards one another and immediately broke apart. The two laughed with a deep strong hearty tone as Roland punched Gus on the shoulder and Gus just laughed. Though for Elaine she spotted Gus look away as Roland looked at his other pals, the large man rubbing the blow and scowling when he was sure Roland wasn't looking.

"So this is her," Roland then said, his words shocking Elaine out of her own personal contemplation. She could now see the large blonde man edging in closer to her as he began to pace around the girl looking at her with narrow eyes that just seemed to be disappointed. Elaine herself wilted under his gaze, finding it oddly intrusive as if she was undressing her with his eyes. She could see Gus rub his eyes as he made another pass, and she felt the urge to speak out, but Roland beat her to the punch.

"Rather ugly bitch you have here," he finally said, his smirk from Gus causing the large man to laugh nervously, but he managed to give Elaine a knowing roll of the eyes. "I prefer them thicker man, you know that." Roland pushed Elaine aside as he walked back to the couch and dropped into the seat and raising a hand in a motion to which one of his goons threw him another beer. "Still if she is everything you say she is I guess I can let it slide," he said with a small chortle, popping the cork from the bottle by using a nearby coffee table. "Still I refer em broader man. Next time you get a scientist type make sure its one of those cute or hot ones."

Gus gave Elaine a knowing look as Roland stared back at the screen and he motioned for her to follow him. "Yeah I know, but she has done exemplary work."

"Exempla-what?"

Gus smiled and simply added, "Good work Roland."

"You need to stop with all this fancy crappy lingo, its not like you," to which Gus laughed nervously.

Elaine huffed, "Well, I apologize if you're unable to keep up with intellectually stronger. Sometimes brute force can only get you halfway without the brains."

"SHUT THE HELL UP," Roland shouted. "I didn't ask your stupid opinion, anyway!"

Unamused, Elaine shrugged, "Wow. Scary."

Before this could escalate any further Gus paw like hand shot out and cusped Elaine around the mouth causing her sudden yell to be muffled as she looked up at the man who was smiling at Rolland. "Ignore her Rolland, just be pleased to know everything will be ready once she gets the formula complete." He lanced at Elaine again and his rather firm glance caused by his eyebrows caused her smack his hand away once he let go.

"Well its about fuckin time," Roland grumbled as he lay back in his chair and took another quick swig of his drink, "I didn't give you that money to start this thing for zero results."

"Of course."

Elaine opened her mouth to object as it had been her and Gus who had secured the money, but felt Gus nudge her with his elbow causing her to grumble under her breath.

But Roland didn't notice as he raised his bottle and began to ramble out loud with a booming and slurred voice. "Yeah I can see it now, we build ourselves an army and then I run this city with a bunch of super powered freaks." He laughed as he took another swig, beerfalling out his mouth and dribbling down his neck. "That will keep those bloody fuckin dog men away."

"I though they were werewolves," one of the other goons spoke out.

The shattered glass from ROland's bottle exploded away from where he then hit the goon around the head, sending him flying backwards onto the floor moaning in pain. "They are what I say they are," Roland grumbled as he looked at the bottle neck almost sadly before throwing it aside. "Still Gus... man, I we might not need lain little mousy here to help. I recently got another offer for my -"

"Our!"

Roland leaned forward and pointed a finger at his large lieutenant and fixed him with a rather casual but firm stare. "-Don't push your luck ya idiot." He then switched back to being jovial as he laid back in his chair ignoring Gus roll his eyes and said. "Yeah I got this new deal with some hotter chick," pointing to the two girls by the sideboard. "Said they got a 'real' expert to help us with dat army."

Elaine was unconvinced, as she asked, "And may I ask who this expert is?"

Roland's resulting glare didn't phase Elaine in the slightest, as she calmly pushed her glasses up her nose watching and analysing how the brute would react next. To her surprise it was Gus arm that came towards her, but rather to shield her from Roland who was now on his feet. "Roland... if you have a plan, I would like to be filled in on it."

Snorting the huge blonde teenager turned away and waved at the two girls in the back, "you two," he called causing them to jump with a star. "Go fetch the Dino-man, its about time we all got -" he lowered himself back down and grinned at Elaine with ground teeth, "to know each other."

Daena frowned, as she and her friend, walked to the doorway, as she stated, "He's not a dino-man. He's a snake-lizard man. And quite frankly, he should be the one in charge." She opened the door and walked out, "He's way more of a monster than you, but has more finesse."

Roland looked like he was about to get up as she said that, but as soon as she disappeared they all soon felt the stench waft towards their nostrils, a sickening death like stench. As the goons seized their nose and Elaine had to wipe her glasses as they fogged up from her own tears, the group was soon met by the returning girls who at either side of the door as if to frame it.

"Say hello" one of the girls cried confidently as she almost ruffled her hair, allowing her partner to follow herself up. "To Professor Python."

At that moment, the frightening visage of a man who was part reptile walked in on his scaly clawed feet. His presence made everyone nearly wet himself, as he sighed, burping, but apologized, "Oh, pardon me."

But Roland stopped him, as he asked, "What the hell happened to the two I had watch over you?"

"Oh, you mean thossse two rude fellowsssss who kept poking fun at me even though you ordered them to sssstop? I'm afraid they're gone for good." He sighed, a little as he hissed, "A shame, really. They both had sssssuch promissse for what you wanted me to do. And… quite tassssty." And then flicked out of his teeth a piece of… Roland jumped back as he saw it was a bit of someone's scalp.

They all looked at him in shock, minus Daena and her friend, and then to each other to realize the whole thing. Then they all looked at him, as Gus asked, "Was that really necessary?"

"Necesssssary? No, it wassss lunch," Python smirked.

Elaine noticed Gus shift onto his right, his coat opening enough for just her to see the glint of an oversized firearm, holstered beneath the cloth. She was more shocked to see Gus actually pull a face, not of revulsion but of anger, but once more saw him stay curiously silent.

"Well they were arseholes anyway," Roland reached for a new beer bottle and poped the cap, then motioning for the huge lizard like mutant to come in.

The ground seemed to shake slightly as the huge professor stumbled in, his massive tale sliding from side to side as it slid across the ground, knocking the disused bottles and one goon down as he came to rest on the sideboard of the kitchen. Still picking at his teeth.

"So my disciples tell me Mr. Zellinski you wish to ascend to the platform of a higher being," his eyes widened as he inspected the large man, "or was there another reason you assisted with my... 'liberation?'"

"Yeah, actually, there is," Roland stated, as he walked to the doctor, and then replied, "I want you to make me man-animal mutant hybrids."

Everyone was a bit shocked at that, as Python hissed laughter, but then stopped, as he saw the seriousness in his face, "You're ssssseriousss."

"Dead serious," Roland replied. "I heard guys like you managed to last one-on-one with those werewolf freaks out there. I figured with some in our group, we'll not only outlast them, but outlive them… with us killing them, and this time they won't come out on top."

Python's tail coiled as his mutated face began toscowl at Roland, his remaining lip curling up to show even more of his needle like teeth, as he pulled his shoulders back to loom over everyone in the room. Still something within him stopped at that same frown turned into a smile, his clawed hands joining together as the razor sharp nails began to patter against one another while he began to walk towards Roland. "Yesss... yesss... very interesting. But why would I make you an army?"

"Because otherwise I won't kill you?"

The answer was rather blunt and it did cause Python to pause mid step as he almost laughed at the futility of the simple threat. Yet Roland remained unnerved by the comment. "You asssssume I am interesssted in ssssuch an enterprisssse. But what issss in it for me... and my disssciples.!"

"We can get you the stuff you need to make the stuff that made you," Roland stated, and then smirked as he finished, "We can even get you guinea pigs off the streets."

Python tilted his head while his forked tonged slivered in and out of his mouth, his mutated expression shifting, all the while his needle like teeth straining his expression into some form of monstrous smile. "Oh really? And in return I build you an army?" His eyes seemed to bulge as he talked, his clawed hands beginning to fidget as he stared at Roland wide eyed. It was then Elaine noticed that Gus's hand was now in his breast pocket, so were a lot of the goons right now.

Roland however seemed to remain as calm as ever, "sure that's the plan. You turn some of my boys and make em strong enough to take down those stinkin werewolves and you get to test out those dumb crazy ideas you got." He pointed his free hand at one of the two girls and grinned, the broad said you wanted to do that anyway, what does it matter if I'm the one fucking paying you or your doing it yourself."

Elaine could then here Gus whisper to Roland across the room. "Where is this money coming from anyway?"

"We managed to rip a few banks outside of Everett," Gus replied. "Apparently, this Wolf Pack is the only one around and they don't go as far as the Everett limit of Washington."

"Yeah I know that Roland - But this is the general cash isn't it. It's the cash you offered me and Elaine for our operation!"

Elaine blinked as she heard the words 'Our operation' an interesting way for a gangster to offer an opinion. Yet she was more concerned by what Gus was saying, was Roland planning on. "- you're going to split our cash straight down the middle! When we are so close to -"

Gus didn't get a chance to finish as Roland rose to his feet and bought his foot down squarely into the chest of the seated Gus. He stamped, and stamped and stamped, forcing his hand away from his pocket, and beating his lieutenant into the couch. "You -" He then grabbed Gus by his suit and punched him in the face, "-do not-" dragging Gus to his feet he quickly kneed him in the groin, "-talk-" another blow gut "-to me-" a painful headbutt to the upper skull -"like that!" The final blow came as a firm blow to his skull, sending Gus up and over the couch and flying into the kitchen where he slowly picked himself up off the ground. "I do what I want with my fucking money you fucking piece of trash! NEVER TELL ME WHAT TO DO WITH MY MONEY!"

Python however clicked his fingers once more and walked in closer to Roland and smiled as he placed a hand on his shoulder. The look the blonde thug gave the lizard was enough to stop most men where they stood, but yet Python smile seemed to widen as he saw it. "Pay no heed to the Neanderthal Mr. Rolandsssss. I feelssss hat you have a great dealssss of fire... and I would be honoured to do business with you."

Elaine could hear Gus cough and splutter, and looking back she could see blood trickling down from his mouth as he pulled himself to his feet.

Gus sighed, as he dusted himself, "Sorry, Elaine."

Elaine shook her head, as she walked out, "Don't fret on it." And then walked out of the room, as she had a sinister and malicious smile on her face, "I've got my own plan."


Next Chapter: A Good Hero on Both Sides; Good on the Hyde Legacy pt.3