(A/N: We're gonna leave Nate with that smile on his face and jump back to last night. Don't know if you can change the fiction rating, but if you can I'm going to raise the rating on this story. This is turning out a lot more violent than I expected.)

The Sentinels knew he was there, but they didn't know where he had gone. After prying the hunter's trap off of his foot, Jack had crawled away slowly at first, but then, deciding that the pain of running on an injured foot was better than the pain of incineration, he had stood straight up and bolted. He had fallen a few times, but his momentum had kept him going. Now he was crouching behind a large rock which the Sentinels hadn't checked yet. He looked at his foot. It was almost healed.

One of the Sentinels was approaching the rock. It spread its hand and reached for it. Its mechanical fingers closed around the stone.

Jack grabbed one of the fingers.

The Sentinel lifted the rock and lowered its head to see if anything was behind it, and Jack struck. Leaping forth from the hand of the android, he grabbed on to its faceplate. The Sentinel raised its hands to brush him off, but Jack, still hanging on with his left hand, punched it in the face with his right, denting the metal creature just blow its left eye. Surprised by the force of the blow, the robot staggered back.

Jack could feel the haze descending on his mind once more. Using the momentum of the Sentinel's backward movement, he backflipped onto the top of its head. He unleashed a bestial roar that scared the hell out of him and drove his bloody right arm downward, through the top of the death machine's head. Jack was vaguely aware of cuts and electric shocks all up and down his arm, but the animalistic rage was slowly consuming his mind, and he felt no pain. He grabbed onto circuit and wires and pulled them out, then threw his hand back in and yanked out more hardware. The Sentinel was careening back and forth, but Jack held on with all his might, pulling and pulling until the machine couldn't think anymore. It fell to the ground.

Jack, now fully consumed by the haze of his mutation, leapt off the Sentinel at the last possible moment, landing in tree. He searched for the other robot, but he didn't have to search long. He felt a rush of intense heat as a yellow blast devastated the tree. He leapt to safety again, landing perfectly on his feet below the burning tree. He began to run in the direction the blast had come from. He ran on all fours, letting out growls and roar that called to mind the battle cries of a jungle cat. Soon he was close enough that he could see the machine clearly, despite the fog. The Sentinel raised its smoking hand, but Jack continued toward it.

The Sentinel unleashed blast that overshot the beast of a boy as Jack ran between its legs. Before the thing had time to react, Jack leapt the back of its knee and ripped off the metal plating. The Sentinel tried to turn, but Jack caught on to its foot and jumped up to its knee, to it waist, to its shoulders. The android tried to swat the boy off, but Jack deftly jumped over its hand and landed back on its shoulder. He dug his clawlike nails into the neck of the great mechanical beast. The Sentinel turned its palm to face Jack and let out a blast. Jack once again leapt to the safety of nearby tree and watched as the Sentinel annihilated its own head.

Both of his enemies were down, but Jack's bloodlust was not satisfied. He jumped down from the tree onto the breastplate f the Sentinel and went to town. He ripped, shredded, bashed, threw, and pulled until the upper half of the remains of the Sentinel was completely gone, then ran back to the scene of his first victory and similarly mauled the other Sentinel. Then, still completely under the control of the feral haze, he took off running once more.

…………….

Bob was driving home from dropping his daughter off at school when something very fast jumped out in front of his truck. He slammed the clutch, but his front bumper smacked into the creature just the same. Horrified, Bob got out of the truck and ran around front, thinking he had hit somebody's dog. The last thing he expected to see was a teenage boy with a bloody arm.

Bob screamed and kneeled to check the boy's heart beat. Relieved to find his heart still beating, Bob felt for injuries. Two of the boy's ribs and his right leg felt broken, and he was unconscious.

Bob didn't have his cell phone, but he wasn't far from the police station and he figured that was as good a place as any to go in this situation. He lifted the boy and placed him in the passenger's seat and got back in, turned around and head for the police station.

……………

The boy was lying on a table in the police office. An ambulance had been called, and one of the three officers who had greeted Bob had his finger on the boy's neck, checking for a pulse.

"Well, Mr. Plunkitt," one of the officers said to Bob, "you did a good thing bringing him here. He's in pretty bad shape, what with the broken rib and everything, but—"

"Ribs." Said Bob.

"What?"

"He's got two broken ribs. And a leg.'

The policeman looked puzzled. "His leg isn't broken," he said, "And I was pretty sure I only felt one rib…"

"AAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEE!"

The two officers who were speaking to Bob whirled around, guns drawn. The boy on the table had grabbed their fellow officer's fingers and, from the looks of it, ripped them off. He sat up and grabbed the officer, sinking his teeth into to the unfortunate man's neck. Bob panicked and ran screaming for the door, but he tripped over his shoelaces. Both of the officers fired into the boy's back, but the boy—or creature, or whatever he was—reacted only by tearing out a mouthful of the screaming officer's neck. He turned around and stared at the officers, blood dripping from his lupine fangs, his yellow, vertical eyes glowing with the reflection of the lamplight. The two men froze in terror. Bob had almost made it to the door when there was a sickening popping sound. Turning around, he saw that the bullets had been ejected from the boy's back, and the holes were slowly closing. The monster leapt at the two gunmen, grabbing a face in each hand tearing with all his superhuman might. What remained of the two officers fell to the floor. Bob screamed again and tried to run, but the beast was upon him, digging tearing. As his spinal cord left hiss body, Bob's last sensation was teeth in his neck.

The bloody creature kept on tearing away, feeding on the corpse of this man until its hunger was satisfied.

And then the haze lifted.

Wondering where he was, Jack looked around for a minute, until the blurriness left his vision. Then he looked down.

Jack let out a cry of horror and leapt backward, he put his hands to his mouth and felt liquid, then suddenly became aware that he was covered in blood. He leaned over and vomited for what felt like a lifetime, the vomit mixing with the blood on the floor and on his Led Zeppelin T-shirt. Two faceless policeman, a dying cop by the table...and a half-eaten man by the door…

Jack passed out.