I still don't own anything. This is the sequel to my story Lycanthrope. It takes place ten years after the last chapter of Lycanthrope.

Lycanthrope 2: The Prophecy

Chapter Six: Alive and Happy

"Why does this always happened to me," Marvin growled as he walked down the hall. "I'm a good guy. I never assassinated everyone. Why doesn't this shit ever happen to Marx? He's an assholes."

"You're going to be in trouble if anyone from the psychiatric division sees you talking to yourself," Jen commented.

"You don't know this guy," Marvin said. "He'll kill everyone one of us." Marvin paused and watched as the guard standing outside the cell house saluted and opened the door behind him. Marvin walked through the doorway and looked around the long hallway.

"Number twelve sir," the sentry said.

"Thank you Corporal," Marvin said. He stopped in front of the proper reinforced titanium door. There was a loud bang and Marvin winced as the door warped and bulged forward.

"What was that?" Jen asked. Marvin glanced at the young woman and noticed that his own fear was finally showing in her.

"That's Shinji," he said. The door at the end of the corridor opened and men began to pour in. "It's about time."

"And I thought this was overkill," Jen commented dryly.

"Not even close," Marvin said as he drew his old Beretta from under his jacket. He quickly ejected the clip and loaded a new one.

"What's that?"

"A bargaining chip," Marvin explained. "Don't fire unless he attacks. Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir!"

"Great," Marvin said. "Open it up!"

"Roger!" the operator answered. The metal door creaked and began to move up. About ten centimeters off the ground it groaned to a stop. "The door is too badly warped. It won't move any further."

"That's not a problem," Marvin said as a large black hand reached under a door. Marvin winced as the mangled slab of metal was ripped upwards and forced into the doorframe. Then a creature strait out of a nightmare stepped out.

"Oh my God," Jen managed. Marvin moved without thinking. He stepped forward and pressed the muzzle of his pistol against the beast's head.

"Let's play a game," he began calmly. "See if you can guess what's in the chamber of this weapon." The lycan straightened up and it's canine features and black fur began to recede. Finally a young man stood before them. "So what's it going to cost to keep everyone alive and happy?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Shinji said with a grin.

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"Who are all these assholes?" Shinji asked as he looked around at the soldiers.

"Special forces," Marvin said. "That will be enough." One of the men saluted and they all began to walk out. "Who's that?"

"What?" Shinji asked, glancing behind him. "Oh him. That's Touji. Remember him?"

"The Forth Child?" Marvin asked. "Is he still alive?"

"That's the Evangelion pilot?" the woman beside Marvin said.

"Yeah," Marvin said. "And here's number three."

"Hello." Shinji said cheerfully as he waved.

"This monster is the Third Child?" She looked him up and down and Shinji noticed her eyes widen and a blush form on her cheeks. He followed her gaze.

"Hey. My face is up here. Talk to my face, not my dick."

"Sorry," she said quickly.

"Are you clothes rags?" Marvin asked.

"No."

"Then get dressed," Marvin said in annoyance.

"What hit me?" Shinji turned and watched as Touji staggered out of the cell.

"Nothing," Shinji said quickly. He really didn't want to end up as a puddle on the floor. His AT field was strong, but he was only part angel. Touji was full. "Hold on."

"Is there a problem?" Marvin asked.

"She smells like you," Shinji said, pointing at the young woman.

"Well age differences really don't matter much anymore," Touji began.

"Not like that," Shinji said in annoyance. "Holy shit."

"This is my daughter Jen Lee," Marvin said. "Now wipe that stupid grin off your face and get dressed."

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"Nice office. Never pictured you as a desk jockey." Marvin sighed and sat down behind his desk.

"So what will it cost?" he demanded.

"Strait to the point," Shinji said as he reached up and scratched his head. To Marvin's complete shock his hair began purring.

"What is that?"

"Fleas," Shinji said. Marvin noticed as both Jen and Touji stepped back. "He's my kitty."

"Oh," Touji said. "That's a relief."

"So what is the cost?"

"Ten bottles of Jack Daniels, my weapons, my ammunition, the information my friend had for me. . ."

"Ten bottles of that peach flavored shit," Touji interrupted in a whisper.

"Ten bottles of peach-flavored vodka, and. . .uh," Shinji trailed off and leaned forward. "You don't tell Misato about this."

"You're hiding from the Commander?" Marvin asked. Shinji's head drooped in defeat. "That will cost you extra," Marvin said smugly.

"What is it?" Shinji asked.

"We've noticed several men following the Commander," Marvin began. "There is a formal dinner in one hour. We believe that these men may try to assassinate the Commander."

"And you want me to save her life," Shinji said.

"You save her and she never knows you're here," Marvin said. "You can hit the armory," he added persuasively. "Take what you want."

"You're going to entrust her safety to that monster?" Jen demanded.

"That's why you're going," Marvin said. "Don't worry about collateral damage. NERV still has a great public relations department."

"God bless spin control," Shinji said.

"Amen," Marvin said. "Now have fun kids."

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"Holy cow," Touji said as he looked around the armory building.

"You can only take weapons from that wall," Jen said. "Those aren't registered to NERV."

"And here I was thinking that NERV had left all that nasty terrorism business behind," Touji said dryly. "Right Shinji?" There was no response. "Shinji?" Touji asked as he glanced over his shoulder. "Where did he go?"

"I'm right here." Touji turned back and saw his friend step into view. "What do you think?"

"I knew you and Yuki were into that kinky stuff," Touji began, eyeing the mass of black leather straps cinched tightly against Shinji's torso. "But I never pictured either of you for S&M."

"Funny," Shinji said in annoyance. "You have any quick draw rigs around here?"

"I think they're over there," Jen said.

"Thanks," Shinji said as he began to pick through the holsters.

"Shouldn't you worry less about holsters and more about something bullet resistant?" Jen asked.

"Bullet resistant?" Shinji asked, turning and looking at them. "Why?"

"Because we might be shot at later," Jen said in annoyance. Shinji's hand whipped out a seized her pistol in the blink of an eye. He pressed the muzzle against his chest and winked.

"Here he goes again," Touji said in annoyance. A loud gunshot rang out in the tiny room and Jen screamed as blood splattered against the wall behind Shinji. "You really get off on scaring people, don't you?"

"I wasn't worried about him," Jen began shakily. "He got blood on all those nice holsters."

"I like her," Shinji said with a grin as he slipped on a large belt with a holster on his left hip. "I like this rig too. I can carry my hardballer, two .357s, and three times as much ammo as before."

"What about you?" Jen asked. "Aren't you going to start grabbing?"

"Me?" Touji asked. "I hate guns."

"So how are you going to stop an assassination attempt?" Jen asked. "Use foul language?"

"He'll think of something," Shinji said.

"No he won't." Touji jumped in surprise and turned to glare at the man behind him.

"How the hell do you do that?"

"He's done it since I met him," Shinji said.

"Sorry," Marvin said. "Old habit. They die hard, you know?"

"Unlike old men," Touji growled.

"I don't want any funny stuff from either of you," Marvin said as he thrust a black pistol into Touji's hands. "Or I'll show you how easily young men die."

"Yeah right," Touji grumbled. He glanced down at the pistol and then back at the older man, or he tried to at least. "Where the hell did he go?"

"No clue," Shinji said as he examined a sub-machinegun. "I'm taking this one."

"Whatever," Jen said. "What did he mean by funny stuff?"

"I'm pretty sure you'll find out before the night is over," Shinji said. A loud catchy tone echoed through the room.

"You're phone's ringing," Jen said.

"I hadn't noticed," Shinji said with a forced smile. "Thank you." Shinji fished the small piece of pink plastic out and glanced at the screen. "No one important."

"Yuki and Asuka are going to beat the shit out of you when they find you," Touji said as he examined his new pistol.

"I know."

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"Where the hell is that idiot?"

"I don't know," Asuka said as she flipped through the channels on the television. "He said he was going to go get some more information on SEELE."

"You know his informant is a bartender," Mana said. "Right?"

"I know what that means," Yuki said as she set down her cell phone. "He's face down in a ditch somewhere."

"How often has that happened?" Mana asked.

"About. . .once a week," Asuka said. "You get used to it."

"Yep," Yuki said as she sat down on the couch next to Asuka.

"Maybe he's out doing something important," Mana suggested as she leaned against the couch. Asuka and Yuki looked at each other and then turned to look at her over their shoulders. "Stupid idea."

"Yeah," Yuki said. "Really stupid."

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"This is great," Shinji slurred happily.

"I thought this was a formal dinner," Touji hiccupped.

"It is," Jen said as she glared at them.

"Since when did they have open bars at formal dinners?" Touji asked.

"Since Misato was put in command," Shinji said as he downed another shot and adjusted his sunglasses.

"Why are you avoiding her anyway?" Touji asked.

"She's a great person," Shinji said. "And look at me. I'm a monster by fucking lycan standards."

"What about me?" Touji slurred.

"You're a hell-raising bastard," Shinji said in disgust. "Just like me," he added proudly.

"You two are idiots," Jen said.

"I get the distinct feeling that you don't like us," Touji said.

"I smell something funny," Shinji said.

"Sorry," Touji said.

"Not that," Shinji said in annoyance.

"That was you?" Jen demanded. "That's disgusting."

"I smell gunpowder," Shinji said. "Hold Fleas." Touji took the small kitten and Shinji gulped what was left in the bottle in his hand.

"What are you doing?" Jen demanded.

"Taking care of it," Shinji said as he slammed the bottle into his head. It shattered and he examined what was left.

"You're going to kill him with a broken bottle?" Touji asked.

"Remember what Marvin said," Shinji said. "Nothing freaky unless necessary."

"You are a freak," Jen said. Shinji ignored her and walked towards the man standing in a dark corner of the room. Shinji crossed the room quickly. By the time the man noticed him it was too late. Shinji clamped a hand over the man's mouth and lifted him easily into the air. They were well enough hidden that no one noticed them. There was a loud pop and Shinji felt something tug at his stomach. Without thinking he slammed the jagged remains of his bottle into the man's throat. He sank to the floor and stared at Shinji was terror in his eyes.

"Hello," Shinji began cheerfully as he kneeled next to the man. "How many of you people are there? Blink twice if I'm right. One? Two? Three? Four? Five?" The man blinked twice. "Five other then you?" The man blinked twice. Shinji picked up the man's fallen pistol and stood up. "You've been most helpful," Shinji said with a smile. He trained the suppressed pistol on the man's face and ended his life.

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Touji watched as Shinji walked back into view. He held up one hand. "There are five assassins here."

"What?" Jen asked.

"There are five assassins here," Touji repeated.

"I heard you the first time," Jen snapped.

"It's got to be that time of the month," Touji said in annoyance. "Even the redhead wasn't as much of a bitch as you."

"Redhead?" Jen asked.

"So what are we going to do?"

"I don't know." Jen jumped in surprise and turned to see Shinji standing behind her.

"When did you. . .?"

"I would suggest getting Misato out of here," Shinji said, ignoring Jen's surprise. "But then again I'm not an expert on keeping things alive."

"You kept those sea monkeys alive for a while," Touji pointed out.

"Oh yeah," Shinji said proudly.

"I'm lost," Jen said. "When did we go from the Commander to sea monkeys?"

"What commander?" Shinji asked.

"The Commander of NERV !" Jen shrieked, drawing several stares. Shinji clamped a hand over her mouth and smiled at the people staring at them.

"I'm sorry for the interruption," he said simply. "My sister has a disease that makes controlling herself rather hard. Please accept my apologies." Jen mumbled something and Shinji removed his hand. "What was that?"

"I hate you."

"Oh," Shinji said. "Now call your dad."

"I think we just ran out of time," Touji said. "Top balcony."

"I see him," Shinji said. "Time to make a menace of myself."

"You say that like you actually aren't a menace all the time," Touji said in annoyance.

"You're right," Shinji said with a grin. In a single smooth movement Shinji reached under his dress jacket and drew a wicked, boxy weapon from the small of his back.

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"What the hell is going on?" Misato Katsuragi shrieked. The loud staccato sound of automatic gunfire almost drowned out the shrieks of the crowd. Someone screamed and Misato saw a man fall from one of the second floor balconies.

"We're under attack!" someone screamed. Misato looked around wildly. A young man was trading for with a boxy sub-machinegun in one hand and a massive silver revolver in the other was trading fire with people on the second floor.

"Get down ma'am!" Misato turned and saw a young woman in a simple black evening dress. "I said get down!" Misato quickly ducked down under the table.

"You're Sergeant Major Lee's daughter?" Misato asked. "Aren't you?"

"Yes ma'am," Jen said. "Those fucking psychos."

"Who?"

"Those two idiot my father black mailed into acting as your bodyguards," Jen growled. "Sorry ma'am."

"It's alright," Misato said.

"Stay here," Jen said as she disappeared through the tablecloth.

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"Now this is a good time!" Shinji screamed as he dropped his empty Python and drew his hardballer.

"That's the reason that everyone thinks you're a monster!" Touji yelled as he struggled to reload his weapon. "I've got two!"

"Same here!" Shinji called. He looked around the silent, almost empty hall. It was eerily calm now.

"Did you kill them all?" Shinji turned and saw Jen looking around the hall cautiously.

"Not yet," Shinji replied. Something crunched behind him and Shinji spun sharply, bringing his hardballer to bear. Then the man behind him fired.

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"Shinji!" Misato jerked upright at the name and groaned in pain as her skull hit the table above her. She crawled out from under the table and looked around. Jen was kneeling over the body of the young gunman.

"Is he alive?" Misato demanded as she kneeled down next to Jen. "Good God."

"He's really badly hurt," Jen said. "There must be at least twenty slugs and a loud of buckshot in his chest."

"That's got to hurt." Misato turned and saw a young man with light gray hair and red eyes standing behind her.

"Touji?" she asked in surprise.

"Hi," he said as he gently pushed her out of the way. Before she could react he pulled back his hand and slapped the gunman.

"What are you doing?" Misato screamed as she seized the former Fourth Child's ear.

"Ma'am look." Misato turned and saw the gunman sit up slowly.

"Damn it," the young man groaned. He wiggled one of his teeth with his finger and finally tugged it out with a grunt. "You knocked my fang loose!"

"It'll grow back," Touji said dismissively.

"Fuck you," the gunman hissed. He fell forward suddenly and groaned in pain. There was the sound of metal striking tile and Misato watched in shock as a dozen bloody lumps fell to the ground. "Ah fuck. That one came out sideways, I know it."

"You okay?" Touji asked. The gunman straightened up and patted his chest.

"Looks like it," he said simply. "Here."

"What am I going to do with your fang?" Touji asked in annoyance.

"Turn it into a necklace?" the gunman ventured. "Those things are worth ten times their weight in gold on the black market."

"Oh," Touji said. The gunman finally turned and looked at Misato. He removed his sunglasses and smiled nervously as his oddly mismatched eyes shone intelligently.

"Uh. . .hi Misato." Misato was torn between many emotions as she stared into the face of her former charge. Finally one won out.

"You jerk!" She pulled back her fist and slugged the poor young man.

-End

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-Author's notes. I pretty much wrote this just to get it out of the way. Tell me if I should keep Jen around or if she should just go away. Anyway, don't expect an update soon. I want to get some new chapters of Infantry and the While You Were Sleeping remake out. I also have plans to remake An Assassin's Memories. Plus there's a new story I have that my bastard friend found and has been pestering me to post. I don't think it's ready, but I'll probably end up posting it to shut him up.