Author's note- Yay! Here's the 2nd chappie. I've actually started it, hmmm…this is a great accomplishment. Sorry it took me so long to update…I've been very busy lately. Anyway, thanks to all those who have reviewed. It gives me great pleasure and a little warm feeling inside to know that people actually like my story. Oh, and I'd just like to ask you all a little bitty favor, can y'all PLEASE get more people to review this story? I've never been to good in getting reviews, and this story seems to be rolling so far...so PLEASE, just try convince others to read my story. Thankee! And now, to those that have reviewed:

Silent Bob 546- Yes, Sawyer will be a werewolf…or won't he? Hehe. Just tune in to find out! Oh, and thankee for the compliment.

Samyo- Thankee. And no, my story like totally sucks compared to yours. . Lol…I always say that. My pathetic little stories…

WingLiger496 and GenoSaw623- Calm down! Geez, don't worry. You'll see. .

Queerquail- As you can see, I am continuing so yeah. And don't worry, Tom won't be left behind, he'll be okay. Well, maybe not okay but…yeah…don't want to give out anything! Lol…Thankee for the compliment.

Quill Her Solitude Darkness- Hell yeah! Tom would be hotter than ever as a werewolf. Why do you think I would even do this? . Lol…Thankee! I liked the beginning too, but it's probably not going to be from Tom's point of view anymore. . Too confusing to write one part in a first person point of view and then another part in a third person. And as you can see, here's the update.

Final Spell- Thank you! God, I told you you didn't review! Well, anyway, thankee for finally doing it. Yeah, I liked this version better too. Much better than the first. My 1st version sucked compared to this one. . Lol…Plus I like the whole Linkin Park theme song thingy. I remembered that I named the story after that chorus in the song, so I made it the story's theme song. Anyway, I think your gonna love this chappie if you loved the last. This one seems totally awesome in my mind! Lol

Zysa- Thankee! I know, my writing's a whole lot better than the way it was originally. When I first started writing, I sucked. Remember the Final Fantasy 10 story? Boy does that thing suck! Lol…anyway, I am planning on finishing this. Hopefully. Glad to know the chapter kept you all on edge! .

Wind-Sorceress-Pluto- Awww! That's no fair! pouts It takes me so damn long to update because I'm so busy. Plus, I'm like half-asleep whenever I try to write this so…yeah.

Under My Skin
By: Final Spirit

Why does it feel like night today?
Something in here's not right today.
Why am I so uptight today?
Paranoia's all I got left.

I don't know what stressed me first,
Or how the pressure was spread.
But I know just what it feels like,
To have a voice in the back of my head.

Like a face that I hold inside.
A face that awakes when I close my eyes.
A face that watches every time I lie.
A face laughs every time I fall.
And watches everything.

So I know that when it's time to sink or swim,
The face inside is hearing me,
Right underneath my skin.

Linkin Park- Papercut (Hybrid Theory)

Chapter 2- Anomaly

Darkness.

A bestial roar.

Tom Sawyer ran, unsure of what was going on, only the feeling of the maniacal force that chased him. It was a force of pure primal power, power that donned of eve of creation. A power more ancient than humans themselves.

There. The darkness around him melted into the woods from before. He heard a familiar panting from behind, and turned to face the looming monstrosity; golden eyes filled with hate, burning into his soul. He turned around, filled with fear, and ran, the forest rushing past him. This time, there was no end. No cliff to come to his aid. No weapon to ensure his safety. Only the forever that was the chase.

He was running…running…running…

It all happened at once. He tripped, sending him flying forward. He was midair for what seemed like an eternity before he felt himself collide with the damp earth. Then, reality came rushing back to him.

His emerald green eyes stared at the ceiling above him, registering the distinction between reality and illusion. 'It was just a nightmare…' he thought to himself, 'Just a nightmare…'

Or was it?

Thinking back to himself, he realized just how real it felt. He was still panting hard, covering in sweating. His body even felt as if he had been running for his life. But…it couldn't be. It just couldn't.

Shaking the thought off, he sat up, observing his surroundings. His body resisted the idea of moving, but he pushed the notion to the back of his mind, forcing himself up. It appeared as if he were in the Nautilus's infirmary, andit seemed he was the only one in there. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he jumped onto the floor, slowly regaining his sense of balance. He removed the tape keeping the IV connected to his arm, then pulled the needle out slowly.

Blood slowly began to seep from the miniscule wound, and he found himself staring at it, strangely lusting for it. After a few moments, realization hit him. 'What the hell am I doing!' he thought to himself, shaking off the feeling, replacing it with enormous disgust. Quickly ripping a piece of the bed sheet, he tied it around his elbow.

Just then, he heard footsteps down the hall. He didn't know how, but he could faintly hear what the approaching people were saying.

"The bloke's been out for almost two weeks now! What the bloody hell is wrong with 'em?" said the voice Tom quickly recognized as Skinner.

"The tests so far have been inconclusive. I can't really find anything wrong with him, I'm sorry. I'm as worried about the boy as you are."

Tom gathered that the two people walking down the hall were Skinner and Dr. Jekyll, and for some strange reason, felt appalled at the thought of trying to explain everything. Looking around the room, he actually felt a great desire to leave the confines of this…prison. He gazed around the room, feeling as if the walls were starting to close in around him. The room was pretty spacious, but yet the surrounding walls brought on the claustrophobia as if he were in a prison. He couldn't breath.

Tearing through the hatch door, he sprinted down the hall, hearing the footsteps of the would-be Skinner and Jekyll speed up in the distance. He heard them calling out to them, but the pounding in his ears drowned out all recognition. Walls seemed to engulf him, he couldn't see, he couldn't breath.

The hatch leading to the deck was just ahead, and he burst through it. He gulped the fresh air, feeling it wash over him. He closed the hatch behind him and locked it, hearing the pounding of fists emanating from the opposite side.

Empathy was the only thing filled him, consuming him. He wasn't Agent Tom Sawyer anymore, he was something…more. The power he felt, was something that transcended mortality. Transcended all life in existence. He felt, invincible…immortal. All of a sudden, it was over. He was himself again, wondering why the hell he was standing outside.

"What the hell……" he said to himself, trailing off. He looked down at his hands, only to realized that they were shaking. He forehead was slick with sweat, his body slipping slowlyinto shock. His legs grew weak, and he collapsed onto the railing. Looking up at the sky, the sun blinded him. Sounds grew louder, deafening him. Smells grew stronger, blinding him. His senses were heightened, but he couldn't control them. Seagulls were cawing in his ears, the smell of the ocean overwhelmed him. He grabbed his head, screaming.

The door behind him was thrown open. Standing there was Mina, worriedly looking at the American's breakdown. He was panting hard, gazing at them through the strands of hair that covered his face. Behind her stood the rest of the League, and a few of Nemo's men. She walked up to him, slowly and cautiously, all the while keeping her eyes on him.

"Get…away…from me…" he spat out, panting deeply, his gaze never faltering.

"Tom, we're here to help," she said, taking another step closer.

That was it. A primal instinct within himself, arose. Feeling threatened, he lashed out at her, shoving her. "GET AWAY!" he yelled, his eyes suddenly blazing black. Even with her vampire strength, she went tumbling back, nearly falling over the side. Tom ran at the men blocking the hatch, knocking most aside, but a strong pair of hands gripped him from behind and pulled him back, pinning him to the deck. Mina hovered over him, her hand firmly pushing him down, her eyes blazing red and her fangs glinting in the light.

Slowly, the black faded from his eyes, returning them to his almost normal green. Only difference were the few golden specks that seemed to show a certain bestiality within him. His breathing returned to normal, and he looked up at everybody, weakly, his mind racing.

Mina understood the confused look on his face, and her features melted back to normal. The other League members gathered around her, curiously pondering the situation.

"What…?" Tom questioned weakly, fighting to stay conscious.

"Shhh…" Mina whispered, "You have to rest."

He opened his mouth to again ask, but he could stay awake no longer. The familiar darkness washed over him, encasing him and his confusion in an endless veil of emptiness.