Night fell; its innocent ongoing's masking the inner workings of its
depths…
The Weiss members were all in position around the Kricketer base, near the guard station that was currently experiencing minor technical malfunctions. All it had were human guards at this point. Both were distracted. A fatal error as they were soon to find out.
There were two of them. Lean, good-looking non-discript operatives, relatively young, but you couldn't let that fool you. Youth was no indication of ability. Omi threw two of his darts, both laden with potent knock out formulas. The Weiss kitties decided that they actually didn't want to kill any of the agents unless they had to. After all, those men were only following orders. The two went down quickly, leaving a whole open for the determined team. They filtered in.
It was entirely too quiet inside the main building, Aya thought to himself, glancing around cautiously. He signaled for the other two to spread out, as they only had a general location that they knew Ken was being held in. However, before they could get very far, the lights clicked on. Youji, Omi and Aya froze, looking up at the emotionless Manx, standing atop the catwalk.
"I thought you would show up. I was hoping you wouldn't…however…If this is the way things have turned out, this is the way things must be. I truly regret having to do this… you four were our best team, but we can not afford to have this interrupted…I am afraid this is the end of the line for you Weiss." She bowed her head, and waved her hand in a languid gesture, all of the hidden security army of Kricketer popped out of hiding. Weiss was in for it now. The battle began.
"Its begun." Came the solemn statement from Crawford as he paced around the chair Schuldrich was currently slouching in. " You do know what to do, right?" he added as a concerned after thought. The telepath snorted.
"Of course I know what I'm doing! Now shut up and let me get to work." He snapped, closing his eyes. Crawford settled down on the other side of the room, mixing up the sedatives that were soon to be sorely needed.
Schuldrich let his mind wander; searching for the particular pattern that signified Hidaka Ken. To him, the brunette brought to mind wind sweped fields, over grown ruins, and the piano music of Fur Elise. Dark, yet soothing at the same time. It didn't take long to find that particular signature, as it was being broadcast rather loudly, due to fear and confusion. Grinning, Schuldrich slipped in to Ken's inner mind, searching for the trigger for his force shift.
"Yo Kenken, seem to have gotten your self into a stop of trouble, ne?" Schuldrich snickered, his telepathy carrying across all his amusement at the poor boys predicament. He could almost feel Ken start at the sudden intrusion.
"What the hell????!!!" Came the jumpy reply "Schuldrich??" Ken thought disbelivingly. He and his team had thought all of the Shwarz members to be dead after they're last encounter. Well, apparently they had been wrong.
"Hey now, no need to get all freaked. I am actually here to help you. For once."
"And I'm supposed to believe that." Ken thought back, rapidly getting used to the intrusion. Actually, he was kinda glad for the company, even if it was Schuldrich who was probably digging around for secrets about Weiss or what ever. The German sighed at this and kept rooting around, beginning to despair that he would find anything at all and he would have to work extra hard, when he found it. A simple dark place that signified buried deep memories. The pitchness of it convinced him it was a painful one. He doubted Ken even consciously remembered what it was. So, he dove in, dragging his target down with him, immersed in the memories cold, cold waters.
~~~Memory Flash Backish Mode~~~~~~
Ken looked around, startled. Every thing in his sight had changed. It was still dark, but it seemed as if he was a ghost, looking on into someone else's life. There were tree's everywhere, their shapes slightly transparent but opaque enough to block out any light that the moon or the stars could have shed. He froze and watched with horror as 3 figures emerged from the bushes beside him, their story unfolding.
(This switches to the memory point of view)
The cub could feel his mother's heart pounding from extersion as he huddled close as they ran alongside his father. Their entire pack was gone, exterminated by a faceless army, who hunted them down because there were werewolves, and deemed a danger. The boy cub whimpered in fear and confusion. The Chairoi Ookami was a peaceful clan, content to hunt wild animals and make friends with their fully human neighbors. They hadn't done anything to warrant such a slaughter. The three runners (in their human forms) came to a house in a slightly residentualized park. His mother banged on the door loudly.
The door was opened by an average looking man who looked on in surprise when he saw who it was.
"Chairoi-san! What's wrong?" he asked taking in the frantic state of the three people. The mother held out the boy.
"Hidaka-san, please, take Ken, they've found us…he's the only cub we could save...please, will you take care of him for a while?" She pleaded heartrendingly. Hidaka nodded, taking the boy from her.
"Momma momma!!" he cried, squirming to be out of the mans grasp but failing miserably. The woman sighed and leaned close to her cub.
"Don't worry Ken…ill come back for you…we'll come back, just stay with Hidaka-san and his wife for a little while, ok?" She said, summoning a reassuring smile to her pale face. The boy nodded reluctantly.
"Ok momma…. Come back soon…" The woman nodded as she and her mate turned from the house, their eyes already taking on the feral gleam of the force shift. Off they ran, forming the perfect hunters that they were, out to avenge their clan. Hidaka closed the door as shots rang out, silencing the eerie howls.
Two days later the Hidaka's moved to Tokyo with their new son, Ken.
~~~~~ End Flash Back ~~~~~
Ken's eyes snapped open; he had recognized the uniforms of the hunters. They were Kricketer agents. This was too much. He had been betrayed to many times, and for the first time, he and his beast half wanted one and the same, blood. Vengeance. His former employers had killed one pack of his, and he was not going to let them kill his new one. And so he shifted, glorying in the change that had caused him pain until now. With a mighty roar, the werewolf pulled the chains that bound him out of the wall, eyes completely glazed over, the creature burst out of the room. Like a trained phsyco against kindergartners, he was upon all whom stood in his way of saving his beloved pack…the one he could finally help this time.
The Weiss members were all in position around the Kricketer base, near the guard station that was currently experiencing minor technical malfunctions. All it had were human guards at this point. Both were distracted. A fatal error as they were soon to find out.
There were two of them. Lean, good-looking non-discript operatives, relatively young, but you couldn't let that fool you. Youth was no indication of ability. Omi threw two of his darts, both laden with potent knock out formulas. The Weiss kitties decided that they actually didn't want to kill any of the agents unless they had to. After all, those men were only following orders. The two went down quickly, leaving a whole open for the determined team. They filtered in.
It was entirely too quiet inside the main building, Aya thought to himself, glancing around cautiously. He signaled for the other two to spread out, as they only had a general location that they knew Ken was being held in. However, before they could get very far, the lights clicked on. Youji, Omi and Aya froze, looking up at the emotionless Manx, standing atop the catwalk.
"I thought you would show up. I was hoping you wouldn't…however…If this is the way things have turned out, this is the way things must be. I truly regret having to do this… you four were our best team, but we can not afford to have this interrupted…I am afraid this is the end of the line for you Weiss." She bowed her head, and waved her hand in a languid gesture, all of the hidden security army of Kricketer popped out of hiding. Weiss was in for it now. The battle began.
"Its begun." Came the solemn statement from Crawford as he paced around the chair Schuldrich was currently slouching in. " You do know what to do, right?" he added as a concerned after thought. The telepath snorted.
"Of course I know what I'm doing! Now shut up and let me get to work." He snapped, closing his eyes. Crawford settled down on the other side of the room, mixing up the sedatives that were soon to be sorely needed.
Schuldrich let his mind wander; searching for the particular pattern that signified Hidaka Ken. To him, the brunette brought to mind wind sweped fields, over grown ruins, and the piano music of Fur Elise. Dark, yet soothing at the same time. It didn't take long to find that particular signature, as it was being broadcast rather loudly, due to fear and confusion. Grinning, Schuldrich slipped in to Ken's inner mind, searching for the trigger for his force shift.
"Yo Kenken, seem to have gotten your self into a stop of trouble, ne?" Schuldrich snickered, his telepathy carrying across all his amusement at the poor boys predicament. He could almost feel Ken start at the sudden intrusion.
"What the hell????!!!" Came the jumpy reply "Schuldrich??" Ken thought disbelivingly. He and his team had thought all of the Shwarz members to be dead after they're last encounter. Well, apparently they had been wrong.
"Hey now, no need to get all freaked. I am actually here to help you. For once."
"And I'm supposed to believe that." Ken thought back, rapidly getting used to the intrusion. Actually, he was kinda glad for the company, even if it was Schuldrich who was probably digging around for secrets about Weiss or what ever. The German sighed at this and kept rooting around, beginning to despair that he would find anything at all and he would have to work extra hard, when he found it. A simple dark place that signified buried deep memories. The pitchness of it convinced him it was a painful one. He doubted Ken even consciously remembered what it was. So, he dove in, dragging his target down with him, immersed in the memories cold, cold waters.
~~~Memory Flash Backish Mode~~~~~~
Ken looked around, startled. Every thing in his sight had changed. It was still dark, but it seemed as if he was a ghost, looking on into someone else's life. There were tree's everywhere, their shapes slightly transparent but opaque enough to block out any light that the moon or the stars could have shed. He froze and watched with horror as 3 figures emerged from the bushes beside him, their story unfolding.
(This switches to the memory point of view)
The cub could feel his mother's heart pounding from extersion as he huddled close as they ran alongside his father. Their entire pack was gone, exterminated by a faceless army, who hunted them down because there were werewolves, and deemed a danger. The boy cub whimpered in fear and confusion. The Chairoi Ookami was a peaceful clan, content to hunt wild animals and make friends with their fully human neighbors. They hadn't done anything to warrant such a slaughter. The three runners (in their human forms) came to a house in a slightly residentualized park. His mother banged on the door loudly.
The door was opened by an average looking man who looked on in surprise when he saw who it was.
"Chairoi-san! What's wrong?" he asked taking in the frantic state of the three people. The mother held out the boy.
"Hidaka-san, please, take Ken, they've found us…he's the only cub we could save...please, will you take care of him for a while?" She pleaded heartrendingly. Hidaka nodded, taking the boy from her.
"Momma momma!!" he cried, squirming to be out of the mans grasp but failing miserably. The woman sighed and leaned close to her cub.
"Don't worry Ken…ill come back for you…we'll come back, just stay with Hidaka-san and his wife for a little while, ok?" She said, summoning a reassuring smile to her pale face. The boy nodded reluctantly.
"Ok momma…. Come back soon…" The woman nodded as she and her mate turned from the house, their eyes already taking on the feral gleam of the force shift. Off they ran, forming the perfect hunters that they were, out to avenge their clan. Hidaka closed the door as shots rang out, silencing the eerie howls.
Two days later the Hidaka's moved to Tokyo with their new son, Ken.
~~~~~ End Flash Back ~~~~~
Ken's eyes snapped open; he had recognized the uniforms of the hunters. They were Kricketer agents. This was too much. He had been betrayed to many times, and for the first time, he and his beast half wanted one and the same, blood. Vengeance. His former employers had killed one pack of his, and he was not going to let them kill his new one. And so he shifted, glorying in the change that had caused him pain until now. With a mighty roar, the werewolf pulled the chains that bound him out of the wall, eyes completely glazed over, the creature burst out of the room. Like a trained phsyco against kindergartners, he was upon all whom stood in his way of saving his beloved pack…the one he could finally help this time.