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Lycanthrope 2: The Prophecy

Chapter Nineteen: Discoveries

"How in God's name did you talk me into this?" Craven demanded as he looked around the NERV van.

"It won't be that bad," Shinji said from the front passenger seat. "Now stop bitching."

"You may enjoy being the human's errand boy, but I do not!" Craven declared. He looked around for something else to turn his anger on.

"And why are you here?" he demanded, glaring at Aggie.

"She has a penchant for death and destruction," Shinji said simply. "Why else would she join the Marines?"

"She's still human," Craven growled. "Humans are food! We shouldn't even be. . ." The words died in his throat as he stared at the knife implanted between his legs in the bench he was sitting on.

"She's a female," Shinji said. "Hell hath no wrath like a woman scorned, you know?"

"I just remembered that," Craven managed as he tugged the knife out of the metal. "You've got some muscle, I'll give you that."

"Thank you," Aggie said as she cleaned her nails with a second knife. Craven inspected the one already in his hand. It was a single piece of metal with one end wrapped in red yarn and the other flared out and honed to a wicked looking double-edged blade.

"This is impressive," he said. "Who makes these?"

"I do," Aggie said proudly.

"The balance is impeccable," Craven commented.

"You can have that if you want," Aggie said. "I carry a couple more." In the front seat Shinji snorted.

"A couple," he repeated.

"How many do you have?" Craven asked.

"Only about fifty," Aggie said. "Ask Shinji how many guns he used to carry."

"Point taken," Shinji said.

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"What the hell is going on?" Shinji asked as he stared around the mod scene that surrounded the building.

"The terrorists took hostages." Shinji looked around and frowned. Then he nearly jumped out of his skin as a monitor swung down from the roof.

"Are we still on?" Craven asked.

"Do you think you can pull this off without killing any hostages?" Misato demanded.

"Of course I can," Shinji said in annoyance. "I handle my weapons perfectly."

"What about Spain?" Craven asked.

"I was having fun," Shinji said. "One bullet per kill is so boring."

"He'll kill them all!" someone in the background shrieked.

"Ritsy?" Shinji asked. "Ritsy! I've been looking all over for you!"

"He's going to kill me!" the blond shrieked.

"Would you two shut up?" Misato screamed. Shinji sighed and reached into the pocket of his new NERV assault vest. He pulled out a Cuban cigar and bit the tip off.

"So what's the deal?" he asked as he spat the tip out the window.

"You're still on," Misato said. "It's been a while since spin control how a good exercise."

"Don't worry," Shinji said as he lit his Cuban. "We'll make you proud!"

"I'm hungry," Craven said.

"Me too," Shinji said. "You guys go in through the front and I'll go in through the roof."

"Just how are you going to do that?" Craven asked. Shinji grinned and extended his claws.

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"You're going to entrust those people to him?"

"You personal feelings aside, he is the best man for the job," Misato said. "Now shut up."

"He'll kill us!" Ritsuko shrieked. Misato sighed and turned back to the small television screen. On it Shinji was scaling the side of the building using his own claws.

"You idiot!" Misato shrieked, forgetting that her former charge couldn't hear her. 'I could just say that it's a prototype infiltration device or something.'

"I don't want to die," the blond doctor whimpered.

"He is the highest qualified. . ."

"At killing!" Misato sighed and pushed one of the buttons on her desk.

"Hello?" a sleepy male voice asked.

"This is Commander Katsuragi," Misato said. "Please send someone to remove Doctor Akagi from my office."

"Who's screaming in the background?" the man asked. "Are you alright?"

"That's Doctor Akagi," Misato said.

"I think you have the wrong number," the man said. "This is the Tokyo-3 coroner's office."

"Oops," Misato said as she eyed the buttons. That one must have been left over from when this was Commander Ikari's office.

"Its no problem," the man said. "Commander Ikari used to hit the wrong button too."

"Oh."

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Shinji stared down at the two terrorists and continued to pick his teeth. 'Shinji?'

"I'm here," Shinji said. "How are you two doing?"

'We've killed eight terrorists,' Aggie said. 'How about you?'

"Just two," Shinji said as he sheathed his knife and picked up his Thompson.

'Just two?'

"It takes a while to eat two full-grown men," Shinji explained as he stepped out into the hallway. He raised his Thompson and killed the two men that had been raising their weapons. "Has Craven been doing the parasite thing?"

'Yes, why?'

"No reason." Misato was probably going to freak out. Shinji paused and pushed one of the doors open. He leveled the raised the Thompson and emptied its one hundred round drum. "I got them."

'All of them?' Shinji eyed the fresh corpses scattered around the living hostages.

"Looks that way," Shinji said as he reloaded his weapon.

'Are the hostages okay?'

"Physically or mentally?" Shinji asked, eyeing the shell-shocked group of young men and woman.

'Physically.'

"Looks that way," Shinji said. "This is why I gave up killing vampires. Its just too damned easy. There wasn't any fun in it." Shinji shut the door and started down the hallway again. "Let's get out of here."

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"In an amazing show of force a team dispatched from NERV subdued the entire terrorist group without harming a single hostage."

"I told you," Shinji said proudly.

"Quiet," Misato said. "Here's my favorite part."

"Rumors of unusual attacks on the terrorists are still being investigated," the reporter said. "Though we have overhead several police detectives mention that some of the bodies appeared to be mauled by an animal."

"Eh. . .it was his fault!" Shinji shrieked.

"Don't pin this on me!" Craven roared. "I only fed on three of them."

"Well I only ate two," Shinji said.

"Which one of you idiots did the thing where their brains exploded?" Misato asked.

"Actually. . .that was me," Aggie said. Misato sighed and leaned back in her chair.

"And here I was hoping that Shinji actually had a normal friend," she muttered.

"Does she count herself abnormal?" Craven whispered just loud enough for Misato to hear.

"She's definitely abnormal," Shinji answered.

"She looks natural to me," Craven said.

"She is," Shinji said. "She's completely natural." Craven looked puzzle for a minute and then his eyes widened.

"Wow."

"I can hear you," Misato growled as she folded her arms over her chest and tried to hide a blush. It wasn't everyday you were complimented by someone outside of your species.

"There you are!" Misato spun around and stared at the man walking into her office.

"Jesus Lee," she managed. "You scared the shit out of me!" Marvin ignored her and seized Shinji by his neck in a hold that looked more like a half Nelson then a friendly gesture.

"We need to have a long talk," he said as he dragged Shinji towards the door. Shinji managed to grab the door frame and hault his progress.

"Help me!"

"I like you man," Craven said, "but I like me better."

"I try to stay out of my sub-ordinates' personal lives," Misato said. With a screech of twisting metal and a scream of terror Shinji was pulled out of the room.

"He's pretty strong for an old guy," Aggie commented.

"Never mess with a man's daughter," Craven said. "I wonder how many pieces we're going to get him back in."

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Yuki looked up as her mate stepped into the room and whistled. "You look like shit."

"Eh," Shinji managed to grunt before he collapsed on the couch with enough force to make the poor springs squeal.

"So did Lee kick your ass, or just screw with your head?" Yuki asked. Shinji mumbled something and rolled into the fetal position. Yuki sat down and rubbed his hair.

"There's no torture like mental, huh Shinji?"

"Too cruel," Shinji managed. "I'll stick with physical."

"Well that's good. I'm not sure you have the mental capacities for the other kind," Yuki teased. She zipped up her jacket and pulled a blanket around her shoulders. Shinji looked up and frowned.

"You cold?"

"Uh huh," Yuki said.

"It's not cold in here," Shinji said.

"Well I feel cold," Yuki argued. "I've been wearing a sweater and a jacket since I left Germany."

"Huh," Shinji grunted. "How's your stomach feel?"

"I've got this weird pang that happens every once in a while," Yuki said with a frown. She glared at Shinji. "Did you get me sick?"

"When did you first start getting these pangs?" Shinji demanded, ignoring her question. Yuki was obviously surprised.

"Spain."

"The same time as the cold?" Shinji asked.

"Yeah," Yuki said, looking surprised. "I never noticed that before." She looked at Shinji. "Is there something wrong with me?"

"Species such as lycans and vampires are very in tune with the forces of life and death," Shinji said as he searched for his cigarettes. "When anyone dies the body becomes cold. When someone like us is going to die, how do you think they feel?" Yuki stared at him.

"You don't mean. . ."

"Yeah," Shinji said. "It's the same way I felt before I died. It's the same way I feel right now."

"I'm going to die?" Yuki asked, her voice sounding very small and scared.

"Yeah."

"You're going to die?"

"Yup."

"Well," Yuki said with obviously fake cheer. "Looks like we're going to be hanging out somewhere really warm, huh?"

"Yes it does."

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Craven looked up and frowned as Shinji sat down across the table from him. "You look like shit."

"I feel that way," Shinji said as he looked around the NERV cafeteria and rested his head in his arms.

"Did Lee shake you up that bad?"

"It's not just that," Shinji asked. He reached across the table and snatched one of the biscuits. He raised his head and took a bite.

"Yuki found out, didn't she?" Craven asked.

"That's part of it," Shinji said. "Have you noticed that she's been wearing sweaters all the time lately?" Craven's eyebrow raised slightly and then both his eyes widened.

"She's. . ."

"Yeah," Shinji said. "She didn't even know."

"How's she take it?"

"Well," Shinji began, "there was crying and attempts at laughing it off and more crying. She's sleeping right now."

"I see," Craven said simply.

"Shinji!" Craven turned and saw Jen waving at them. She quickly started across the cafeteria.

"Are you going to tell them?" he asked.

"No," Shinji said. "They don't need to worry now. Knowing someone will die soon doesn't make their death any easier."

"Incoming," Craven commented.

"Huh?" There was a streak of black hair and Shinji was knocked flat by another tackle hug.

"You should be better at spotting those," Craven said. "You have living with Asuka for ten years, right?"

"She stopped tackling me six years ago," Shinji explained, "when she went on her medicine."

"Oh," Craven said. Jen just ignored them and continued to nuzzle Shinji's chest.

"I was so scared that Daddy would hurt you!"

"People are staring," Craven said bluntly. "Stop acting like an animal in heat and get off him." Jen glared at him and climbed to her feet. Shinji quickly followed and finished his biscuit.

"I'm going hunting."

"I'm coming," Craven said quickly as he pushed the platter of cafeteria food away from him.

"You too," Shinji said, glancing at Jen.

"But I've never eaten a human being," she whined.

"Get used to it," Shinji said simply. "It's not like your going to hell for it."

"I'm not?" Jen asked in confusion.

"Vampires go strait to hell because their demons inhabiting human bodies," Shinji explained. "Lycans were created by God as a population control. Humans just say that we're damned because they don't like anything that kills their kind."

"Of course nut cases like Shinji and Yuki go to hell because they're psychotic murderers," Craven added.

"Oh," Jen said. "I guess I've got a lot to learn."

"And so little time to learn it in," Craven commented. He managed not to scream when Shinji's boot connected with his knee cap.

-End

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-Author's notes. Get this. I'm just minding my own business, plugging in my flash drive when a message pops on. My fucking flash drive it malfunctioning. With it goes almost every fucking thing ascertaining to my stories: the next chapter of While You Were Sleeping, this chapter of Lycanthrope 2, the next chapter of Keitaro's Big Adventure, and three chapters of An Assassin's Memories.

Some of you may wonder why these weren't backed up on my computers. The answer is simple. If someone in my house manages to stumbled on these stories then its back to the psychiatrist with me. Don't get me wrong; Blain's a nice guy, but I have enough I have to take care of right now. Is this God's way of saying that he doesn't like his portrayal in this story? Is this my so called 'luck of the Irish' proving itself to be bad? Did Melvin my imaginary bunny friend break it with an imaginary hammer?

On a side note I've noticed that some author's end their stories with a cutesy little saying. I figured what the hell? So, in the words of Johnny Gomez and Nick Diamond (same name as me!): Good fight, good night!