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Warnings: minor Mina/Jekyll romance up ahead. Tell me if it is accurate or you do not like it! ADVICE IS ALWAYS APPRICIATED!
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"Alright, dump him right here, boy," Allan instructed, as both he and Tom stood over Skinner's bed, setting the invisible drunk man down.
Tom looked up from the man, looking over to the leader of the team. Everyone had been shocked by his return 4 weeks ago, but the American had a small feeling he would have come back. However, he couldn't help but feel slightly responsible for his "death". Even when Allan did numerously brush it off, he now really couldn't call himself the hunter's successor. Maybe he was just a child, a rash child who got in everybody's way.
Allan, having the keen eyesight of his, noticed the secret agent seem a little agitated. He sighed, and walked over to the boy. "Hey, Sawyer?"
Tom's head jerked up slightly surprised at his surname being called. No matter how long he spent with Europeans, he would NEVER get used to people calling each other with respect or saying their surname.
"Care to tell me what's on your mind?" Allan asked.
Tom shrugged, stroking his Winchester. "I dunno. Guess I feel a little uncomfortable about that German-Italian. I mean, she looks great, but I guess it's that vibe I get from her that makes me a little suspicious."
"So, you feel it, too?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, I just keep picking up some signal of secrecy. Sure, she said that she's only here for the bombs, but I think she's here for something else."
Allan suddenly smiled. "From what you're telling me, I picked well."
"Huh?"
"I choose well, taking you under my wing and training you. Yes, I felt it too," he explained.
Tom smiled. Well, even if he hadn't heard of him before this whole League, he was kinda glad to hear Allan compliment him.
The hunter clasped his hand onto the agent's shoulder, leading him to his room on the Nautilus.
"Well, come on, Boy. We should get down to business, getting everything thought out. Think you can go and fetch Ms. Donatello? We might need her for information on this 'Morse'."
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Two hours had passed since the meeting of Edie; making it 9 p.m., exactly the time Jekyll had said he would be finished with the transformation; to most of the passengers, it meant relaxation, because the brute of the League had been "rocking" the magnificent ship for the past hour, but not all THAT hard.
Mina, carrying a blanket in her arms to at least warm him up before he put on his clothes, glided swiftly down the corridors in her usual lady-like manner. Each crewmember she passed gave her a swift bow before continuing on with their task. However, she was a little too caught up in her own thoughts to be polite to them.
Despite Edie being friendly to her, she couldn't help but feel slightly worried around the shape-shifter. Could they really trust her? She did seem to be dependable and she did have no contact with other humans, but that also happened with Dorian. And, the vampire still couldn't make full eye contact with the immortal after his betrayal. He had not hurt her physically, but emotionally and mentally, yes. Now, she watched people with a cautious eye, pretty much turning down any ideas in recruiting new members. Edie was only chosen because the League (Not including her) took the relation with Morse as an important matter than the future consequences.
She shook it off. It didn't matter, now that the shape-shifter had already agreed to join their team temporarily.
She finally reached the room, coming in just in time to see the transformation from Edward Hyde to Henry Jekyll. She grimaced slightly when she saw this, reminded of the man early that day she had met. Finally, it was completed, as Jekyll, weak and shivering, with sweat all over him, collapsed onto the floor, with the help of the heavy chain all over him.
He looked up, Hyde beginning to mock him more, as the beauty of the League glided towards him, cradling the blankets she held in her arms.
{You're far away from a family, and yet you still are pampered, worm,} he sneered at Jekyll mentally, to which the poor doctor replied, {I am not being pampered. She just did this on her own.}
{Sure she is worm. You know she only pays attention to you because of me.}
Jekyll had no comeback for that. It was quite true. He knew that if he were normal, even being a gentleman, he would have never had even a smile from her.
Mina woke him from the conversation by clearing her throat; kneeling down, clear cerulean eyes leveled with hazel.
"Are you alright?" she asked quietly, throwing the blanket over the sweaty, shivering man. He nodded, trying to give her a smile of reassurance.
She crawled right next to him, sighing, as she leaned her back against the cold, steel wall, Jekyll repeating this process. Both chemist and doctor kept to themselves for a minute, her arms wrapped around her knees, he throwing off the chains and covering himself with the blanket.
Finally, Mina broke the silence. "Will this work?"
Jekyll, trying to warm himself up, looked up and asked, "Come again?"
She sighed. "Will this work? I mean, is this even a good thing we are doing? Are all our efforts even worth it? "
The doctor's eyes widen, clearly confused by her inquire. "Of course. Saving millions of lives is w-worth it, Mrs. Harker. P-pardon me," he added shyly, looking back down at his neat shoes.
She turned to face him, one of her gloved hands reaching over to touch his chin and turn his face to peer into hers.
"But, even if we do succeed, will we even want to change back into humans? Will we really benefit in the outcome of this mission?"
Here, again, Jekyll had no say, biting his lip, thinking. Finally, he replied, "W-well, I g-guess we have to find out. I-I mean, I don't think a- anybody here can predict the f-future, or one c-can and we j-just overlooked them," he added, earning a small smile from the vampire. Sure, it wasn't as funny as Skinner's or Tom's, but it did lighten her up slightly. "B-but, I think I c-can say, it w-w-will be worth it, Mrs. Harker."
She sighed, resting her head onto his shoulder, making him blush like a schoolboy. "I hope you are right. I do not wish to regret a choice that might result in a chaotic future."
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Dorian returned to his room after he had left Edie, lying on his bed. He sighed, rolling to his side, still thinking about Mina.
Before, she had trusted him, returning his flirtations and almost become his lover once again. Now, she barely glanced his direction. Actually, only Tom and Skinner both talked to him outside of meetings. Tom had really surprised him, but it wasn't as if they talked freely. No, he could still feel loathing and hatred from both him and the invisible man, though not as much from Skinner.
It was a little depressing for all his years to go through with such suspicious. Even for him, it was nerving. I mean, these were people who first didn't even come in close contact with each other during the first three days of the journey; now they depended on each other. He supposed you had to when you were practically the only ones who were freaks on this prejudice, so-called glorious planet of humans.
He had to admit: he admired Mina and Skinner's courage, both able to handle their mutation well. Most people would have been shocked, trying to kill themselves instead of going through changes that separated you from others.
The doctor, well, he always did mock because of his sheer meekness. Sure, he could turn into a giant that could rip his head off easily, but still it didn't make the doctor happy, pretty much the most depressed member on the team. He enjoyed having a coward to put down, who the handsome immortal walk all over, who always looked at the vampire, even when he stood no chance.
He sighed. Him and these three were truly members with extraordinary powers. Old Allan Quartermain just had experience and superior skills. Tom was just a gunman, with a rash behavior and pretty little rifles he was protective of. Captain Nemo had martial arts and science, as well as transportation, setting him apart from others.
However, now they had Edie Donatello. This German-Italian reminded him of Mina: strong, intelligent, a woman no one should doubt, having extraordinary powers. She was a lioness: beautiful, stealthy, and experienced.
However, she had a true hatred of the masters of Earth. She only came for bombs, not for humanity. Now that certainly WAS spirit.
Although, what she had said to him before they departed ways, he had to say made sense. Would all this benefit a good future for this life-supporting planet? Would humans even give them congratulations afterwards? What if one of them died, and didn't come back this time?
All these thoughts tumbled into his head, as he fell into a dreamless sleep.
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Edie had to admit, the members were a little different from what she had expected. They had suspicious among themselves, but they had to depend on each other.
Just as a wise dwarf she met after her mutation said to her, 'If life can't adapt itself to you, then adapt yourself to it.'
She had done that. She had made herself able to survive in a prejudge world, where the victims do the judging and the sinners are judged. But who were the sinners? Who were the victims? What was she? Even if she did have human blood on her hands, she had been isolated, not to mention pushed to killing, by humans. After all these years, she still had not come up with answers to these three questions.
She sighed; closing her small journal she kept, walking to her bed, sitting on the velvet blankets. She had come back from a small interrogation from Sawyer and Quartermain. Undoing her hair, she began to ponder more. Why did this extraordinary League do this? From what Dorian told her, nobody had thanked them after their first mission. Didn't they know humans only praised themselves? She would have expected that, especially with an Indian, a Vampire, a man turn beast, an immortal, and an invisible man. Despite them having more blood on their hands than one needed, she couldn't help but think of them as the victims.
She began to clothe herself into her nightgown, wondering one last thing. Would they really drink the antidote for mutation? Would they miss themselves when they became human? Well, she knew she didn't have to worry about it. After all this, she would retire fully, isolating herself until the end of her days.
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Captain Nemo nodded to his crewmates, as he walked down to his room so he could quit for the night. The Indian really didn't think much of the situation. Though, he still had his doubts about this Edie. Maybe he was a little tired, but he couldn't help but think she was there for more than just bombs. Almost like Gray in their first mission.
Nemo didn't trust the immortal. For him, he didn't believe in forgiveness in a sin. Well, he did, actually, but not in a way to just totally forget the whole ordeal. He couldn't believe every word coming from the handsome man's mouth anymore, but it's not like he would bypass all his words.
He sighed, finally reaching his door. He never really went to bed at this time, but he felt fatigued. Biding goodnight to his loyal crewmates, he finally rested his eyes, comfortable of having dedicated members at his arms.
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(4:15 a.m.)
The sun had not even risen and yet Tom lay in his room, awake with a heavy heart. Something was wrong. Rising to his feet, he quietly creaked his door opened, peering out into the dark corridors.
Suddenly, he felt something at his feet. Cautiously, he tilted his head to witness what lay at his soft boots. He bit his lip, drawing blood to stifle a yell, as a crewmate, with his eyes opened wide with fear and silvery like he was blind, facing him, his dead face rigid.
He received more of a shock when a man stepped out of the darkness, a knife to his (Tom's) throat. On reflex, the agent grabbed the man's other wrist, twisting it, yet still not getting a howl of pain.
Instead, the man leaned over whispering in his right ear, "Calm down, boy. I wouldn't hurt you.if you don't scream. Let even one mutter out and I will slice you up like fish."
Even he could smell some wrong about the man. Something he couldn't put his finger on. Was that acid he smelled from his breath? He felt a little ill; he could feel his eyes begin to drop in a sick fashion, weakening.
Suddenly, a howl erupted from behind the man. He spun around, though the thing was already behind him. A gray wolf, growling, with its fur bristly at its neck. Baring its golden teeth, it leaned over and took a chomp at his leg.
The man howled in pain. All this chaos had finally taken everybody's attention. Doors banged open, people filed out, trying to rub the sleep out of their eyes. However, this all did not even earn a blink from the wolf. Rather, it jumped onto the man's back, sinking its fangs around his throat. First a cry came from the man's mouth, changing into a soft moan, and then silence, as the wolf let the man drop to his feet in a dead manner.
Tom put a hand to his neck, letting go of the man's wrist, happy that his throat was not sliced. But, he soon recovered. He turned back to the scene, where Nemo and Allan stood over the two dead men, the captain giving a small bow of honor to his dead mate and Allan trying to find anything on the other man.
Mina, followed by Jekyll and Skinner, who was now sober, walked towards Tom. The vampire whispered, "What happen?"
The agent shrugged, as Jekyll also knelt to try to the help the two men. However, his attempts were pointless. Skinner walked to the other side of Tom, not bothering to keep his voice down. "Well, now an action decides to come. But w`y did `ave ta be 4 in the bloody morning?"
Tom tried to chuckle lightly; though even he could he was pale from the experience. The second time that had happened, and again, somebody had to come rescue him. For once he wanted it to be the reverse.
"Well, all there is on this man is a bloody note," Allan reported, rising to his feet as did the other two men.
"Most likely from Morse," came Dorian voice from the darkness.
Tom was not really concerned about the whole ordeal now. Rather, he had heard something that sounded like bones cracking coming from the wolf; everybody turn to face was happening to the wolf, which was undergoing transformation.
Its bushy tail was sucked in, as paws begin to shift into hands and bare feet. Its snout shrank into its face, as fur began to absorb into the skin. But, what was even more disturbing was the sound. The sound of bones cracking and organs shifting was loud, so revolting. It was finally able to stand up, as its eyes turned from a gold to black, Edie now standing in the spot of the wolf.
She smiled at the awestruck faces. "First time is always frightening. But, you'll get used to it."
She then walked to the man, snatching the card from Allan's hand and reading it. She sighed, and looked at the man's face. "I know this bloke. Neil Ferris. He was one of the people who supplied Richard with the ingredients he needed to make this mutation outbreak. Apparently he took a dosage to make himself poisonous."
Skinners voiced everyone's thought: "W`y the bloody `ell `e on our ship? Per`aps to know of our plans?"
She frowned, taking a while to answer. "If I know Richard, he made it so we would have found him. He planned this out, knowing we would have done something if we found him."
Nemo blankly said, "I don't like the idea of someone manipulating our moves."
"Like the rest of us do?" Dorian's sarcastic drawl came.
Edie turned to Allan. "I think now you need me more. He hasn't changed his ways or thinking methods. He never changed for the three years I knew him. But, I think someone else is helping him. I felt a vibe on Neil's neck when I bit him. It felt feminine."
"Well, t`is is a nice surprise," replied Skinner sarcastically.
Allan sighed, rubbing his temples. "Alright. Let's all get dressed and meet in the dining room. We'll discuss our plans. Nemo, how much longer to Paris?"
"4 hours."
"That should be enough. Alright, move out."
************************************************************************ Again, sorry about the long update.
These reviews makes me a Happy Bob! ^^ Don't mind the ramblings of an insane person! Just, continue.
Warnings: minor Mina/Jekyll romance up ahead. Tell me if it is accurate or you do not like it! ADVICE IS ALWAYS APPRICIATED!
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"Alright, dump him right here, boy," Allan instructed, as both he and Tom stood over Skinner's bed, setting the invisible drunk man down.
Tom looked up from the man, looking over to the leader of the team. Everyone had been shocked by his return 4 weeks ago, but the American had a small feeling he would have come back. However, he couldn't help but feel slightly responsible for his "death". Even when Allan did numerously brush it off, he now really couldn't call himself the hunter's successor. Maybe he was just a child, a rash child who got in everybody's way.
Allan, having the keen eyesight of his, noticed the secret agent seem a little agitated. He sighed, and walked over to the boy. "Hey, Sawyer?"
Tom's head jerked up slightly surprised at his surname being called. No matter how long he spent with Europeans, he would NEVER get used to people calling each other with respect or saying their surname.
"Care to tell me what's on your mind?" Allan asked.
Tom shrugged, stroking his Winchester. "I dunno. Guess I feel a little uncomfortable about that German-Italian. I mean, she looks great, but I guess it's that vibe I get from her that makes me a little suspicious."
"So, you feel it, too?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, I just keep picking up some signal of secrecy. Sure, she said that she's only here for the bombs, but I think she's here for something else."
Allan suddenly smiled. "From what you're telling me, I picked well."
"Huh?"
"I choose well, taking you under my wing and training you. Yes, I felt it too," he explained.
Tom smiled. Well, even if he hadn't heard of him before this whole League, he was kinda glad to hear Allan compliment him.
The hunter clasped his hand onto the agent's shoulder, leading him to his room on the Nautilus.
"Well, come on, Boy. We should get down to business, getting everything thought out. Think you can go and fetch Ms. Donatello? We might need her for information on this 'Morse'."
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Two hours had passed since the meeting of Edie; making it 9 p.m., exactly the time Jekyll had said he would be finished with the transformation; to most of the passengers, it meant relaxation, because the brute of the League had been "rocking" the magnificent ship for the past hour, but not all THAT hard.
Mina, carrying a blanket in her arms to at least warm him up before he put on his clothes, glided swiftly down the corridors in her usual lady-like manner. Each crewmember she passed gave her a swift bow before continuing on with their task. However, she was a little too caught up in her own thoughts to be polite to them.
Despite Edie being friendly to her, she couldn't help but feel slightly worried around the shape-shifter. Could they really trust her? She did seem to be dependable and she did have no contact with other humans, but that also happened with Dorian. And, the vampire still couldn't make full eye contact with the immortal after his betrayal. He had not hurt her physically, but emotionally and mentally, yes. Now, she watched people with a cautious eye, pretty much turning down any ideas in recruiting new members. Edie was only chosen because the League (Not including her) took the relation with Morse as an important matter than the future consequences.
She shook it off. It didn't matter, now that the shape-shifter had already agreed to join their team temporarily.
She finally reached the room, coming in just in time to see the transformation from Edward Hyde to Henry Jekyll. She grimaced slightly when she saw this, reminded of the man early that day she had met. Finally, it was completed, as Jekyll, weak and shivering, with sweat all over him, collapsed onto the floor, with the help of the heavy chain all over him.
He looked up, Hyde beginning to mock him more, as the beauty of the League glided towards him, cradling the blankets she held in her arms.
{You're far away from a family, and yet you still are pampered, worm,} he sneered at Jekyll mentally, to which the poor doctor replied, {I am not being pampered. She just did this on her own.}
{Sure she is worm. You know she only pays attention to you because of me.}
Jekyll had no comeback for that. It was quite true. He knew that if he were normal, even being a gentleman, he would have never had even a smile from her.
Mina woke him from the conversation by clearing her throat; kneeling down, clear cerulean eyes leveled with hazel.
"Are you alright?" she asked quietly, throwing the blanket over the sweaty, shivering man. He nodded, trying to give her a smile of reassurance.
She crawled right next to him, sighing, as she leaned her back against the cold, steel wall, Jekyll repeating this process. Both chemist and doctor kept to themselves for a minute, her arms wrapped around her knees, he throwing off the chains and covering himself with the blanket.
Finally, Mina broke the silence. "Will this work?"
Jekyll, trying to warm himself up, looked up and asked, "Come again?"
She sighed. "Will this work? I mean, is this even a good thing we are doing? Are all our efforts even worth it? "
The doctor's eyes widen, clearly confused by her inquire. "Of course. Saving millions of lives is w-worth it, Mrs. Harker. P-pardon me," he added shyly, looking back down at his neat shoes.
She turned to face him, one of her gloved hands reaching over to touch his chin and turn his face to peer into hers.
"But, even if we do succeed, will we even want to change back into humans? Will we really benefit in the outcome of this mission?"
Here, again, Jekyll had no say, biting his lip, thinking. Finally, he replied, "W-well, I g-guess we have to find out. I-I mean, I don't think a- anybody here can predict the f-future, or one c-can and we j-just overlooked them," he added, earning a small smile from the vampire. Sure, it wasn't as funny as Skinner's or Tom's, but it did lighten her up slightly. "B-but, I think I c-can say, it w-w-will be worth it, Mrs. Harker."
She sighed, resting her head onto his shoulder, making him blush like a schoolboy. "I hope you are right. I do not wish to regret a choice that might result in a chaotic future."
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Dorian returned to his room after he had left Edie, lying on his bed. He sighed, rolling to his side, still thinking about Mina.
Before, she had trusted him, returning his flirtations and almost become his lover once again. Now, she barely glanced his direction. Actually, only Tom and Skinner both talked to him outside of meetings. Tom had really surprised him, but it wasn't as if they talked freely. No, he could still feel loathing and hatred from both him and the invisible man, though not as much from Skinner.
It was a little depressing for all his years to go through with such suspicious. Even for him, it was nerving. I mean, these were people who first didn't even come in close contact with each other during the first three days of the journey; now they depended on each other. He supposed you had to when you were practically the only ones who were freaks on this prejudice, so-called glorious planet of humans.
He had to admit: he admired Mina and Skinner's courage, both able to handle their mutation well. Most people would have been shocked, trying to kill themselves instead of going through changes that separated you from others.
The doctor, well, he always did mock because of his sheer meekness. Sure, he could turn into a giant that could rip his head off easily, but still it didn't make the doctor happy, pretty much the most depressed member on the team. He enjoyed having a coward to put down, who the handsome immortal walk all over, who always looked at the vampire, even when he stood no chance.
He sighed. Him and these three were truly members with extraordinary powers. Old Allan Quartermain just had experience and superior skills. Tom was just a gunman, with a rash behavior and pretty little rifles he was protective of. Captain Nemo had martial arts and science, as well as transportation, setting him apart from others.
However, now they had Edie Donatello. This German-Italian reminded him of Mina: strong, intelligent, a woman no one should doubt, having extraordinary powers. She was a lioness: beautiful, stealthy, and experienced.
However, she had a true hatred of the masters of Earth. She only came for bombs, not for humanity. Now that certainly WAS spirit.
Although, what she had said to him before they departed ways, he had to say made sense. Would all this benefit a good future for this life-supporting planet? Would humans even give them congratulations afterwards? What if one of them died, and didn't come back this time?
All these thoughts tumbled into his head, as he fell into a dreamless sleep.
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Edie had to admit, the members were a little different from what she had expected. They had suspicious among themselves, but they had to depend on each other.
Just as a wise dwarf she met after her mutation said to her, 'If life can't adapt itself to you, then adapt yourself to it.'
She had done that. She had made herself able to survive in a prejudge world, where the victims do the judging and the sinners are judged. But who were the sinners? Who were the victims? What was she? Even if she did have human blood on her hands, she had been isolated, not to mention pushed to killing, by humans. After all these years, she still had not come up with answers to these three questions.
She sighed; closing her small journal she kept, walking to her bed, sitting on the velvet blankets. She had come back from a small interrogation from Sawyer and Quartermain. Undoing her hair, she began to ponder more. Why did this extraordinary League do this? From what Dorian told her, nobody had thanked them after their first mission. Didn't they know humans only praised themselves? She would have expected that, especially with an Indian, a Vampire, a man turn beast, an immortal, and an invisible man. Despite them having more blood on their hands than one needed, she couldn't help but think of them as the victims.
She began to clothe herself into her nightgown, wondering one last thing. Would they really drink the antidote for mutation? Would they miss themselves when they became human? Well, she knew she didn't have to worry about it. After all this, she would retire fully, isolating herself until the end of her days.
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Captain Nemo nodded to his crewmates, as he walked down to his room so he could quit for the night. The Indian really didn't think much of the situation. Though, he still had his doubts about this Edie. Maybe he was a little tired, but he couldn't help but think she was there for more than just bombs. Almost like Gray in their first mission.
Nemo didn't trust the immortal. For him, he didn't believe in forgiveness in a sin. Well, he did, actually, but not in a way to just totally forget the whole ordeal. He couldn't believe every word coming from the handsome man's mouth anymore, but it's not like he would bypass all his words.
He sighed, finally reaching his door. He never really went to bed at this time, but he felt fatigued. Biding goodnight to his loyal crewmates, he finally rested his eyes, comfortable of having dedicated members at his arms.
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(4:15 a.m.)
The sun had not even risen and yet Tom lay in his room, awake with a heavy heart. Something was wrong. Rising to his feet, he quietly creaked his door opened, peering out into the dark corridors.
Suddenly, he felt something at his feet. Cautiously, he tilted his head to witness what lay at his soft boots. He bit his lip, drawing blood to stifle a yell, as a crewmate, with his eyes opened wide with fear and silvery like he was blind, facing him, his dead face rigid.
He received more of a shock when a man stepped out of the darkness, a knife to his (Tom's) throat. On reflex, the agent grabbed the man's other wrist, twisting it, yet still not getting a howl of pain.
Instead, the man leaned over whispering in his right ear, "Calm down, boy. I wouldn't hurt you.if you don't scream. Let even one mutter out and I will slice you up like fish."
Even he could smell some wrong about the man. Something he couldn't put his finger on. Was that acid he smelled from his breath? He felt a little ill; he could feel his eyes begin to drop in a sick fashion, weakening.
Suddenly, a howl erupted from behind the man. He spun around, though the thing was already behind him. A gray wolf, growling, with its fur bristly at its neck. Baring its golden teeth, it leaned over and took a chomp at his leg.
The man howled in pain. All this chaos had finally taken everybody's attention. Doors banged open, people filed out, trying to rub the sleep out of their eyes. However, this all did not even earn a blink from the wolf. Rather, it jumped onto the man's back, sinking its fangs around his throat. First a cry came from the man's mouth, changing into a soft moan, and then silence, as the wolf let the man drop to his feet in a dead manner.
Tom put a hand to his neck, letting go of the man's wrist, happy that his throat was not sliced. But, he soon recovered. He turned back to the scene, where Nemo and Allan stood over the two dead men, the captain giving a small bow of honor to his dead mate and Allan trying to find anything on the other man.
Mina, followed by Jekyll and Skinner, who was now sober, walked towards Tom. The vampire whispered, "What happen?"
The agent shrugged, as Jekyll also knelt to try to the help the two men. However, his attempts were pointless. Skinner walked to the other side of Tom, not bothering to keep his voice down. "Well, now an action decides to come. But w`y did `ave ta be 4 in the bloody morning?"
Tom tried to chuckle lightly; though even he could he was pale from the experience. The second time that had happened, and again, somebody had to come rescue him. For once he wanted it to be the reverse.
"Well, all there is on this man is a bloody note," Allan reported, rising to his feet as did the other two men.
"Most likely from Morse," came Dorian voice from the darkness.
Tom was not really concerned about the whole ordeal now. Rather, he had heard something that sounded like bones cracking coming from the wolf; everybody turn to face was happening to the wolf, which was undergoing transformation.
Its bushy tail was sucked in, as paws begin to shift into hands and bare feet. Its snout shrank into its face, as fur began to absorb into the skin. But, what was even more disturbing was the sound. The sound of bones cracking and organs shifting was loud, so revolting. It was finally able to stand up, as its eyes turned from a gold to black, Edie now standing in the spot of the wolf.
She smiled at the awestruck faces. "First time is always frightening. But, you'll get used to it."
She then walked to the man, snatching the card from Allan's hand and reading it. She sighed, and looked at the man's face. "I know this bloke. Neil Ferris. He was one of the people who supplied Richard with the ingredients he needed to make this mutation outbreak. Apparently he took a dosage to make himself poisonous."
Skinners voiced everyone's thought: "W`y the bloody `ell `e on our ship? Per`aps to know of our plans?"
She frowned, taking a while to answer. "If I know Richard, he made it so we would have found him. He planned this out, knowing we would have done something if we found him."
Nemo blankly said, "I don't like the idea of someone manipulating our moves."
"Like the rest of us do?" Dorian's sarcastic drawl came.
Edie turned to Allan. "I think now you need me more. He hasn't changed his ways or thinking methods. He never changed for the three years I knew him. But, I think someone else is helping him. I felt a vibe on Neil's neck when I bit him. It felt feminine."
"Well, t`is is a nice surprise," replied Skinner sarcastically.
Allan sighed, rubbing his temples. "Alright. Let's all get dressed and meet in the dining room. We'll discuss our plans. Nemo, how much longer to Paris?"
"4 hours."
"That should be enough. Alright, move out."
************************************************************************ Again, sorry about the long update.