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SUMMARY: Jay has a big, bad secret...


Jay panted and gasped in pain as boiling sweat dripped and dropped down his burning flesh. Low hanging tree branches smacked him in the face and arms, not really painful, but irritating nonetheless. He wanted to scream as he almost tripped up for the sixth time. Jay hadn't wanted to come on this stupid trip. He didn't see what they could gain from it. A few days ago, the headmaster told everyone in their geography class that they were taking a camping trip.

It was a trip to the Forest of Blackthorn, to study the construction of a new theme park and how it may affect the wildlife.

The park was located somewhere up in the mountains, near a place called Jamakai Village. The village rested near the cliffs that lead to a small beach and the ocean. The ginger-haired teen had all but begged on his knees for Headmaster Wu to let him stay, but the old man refused. Kai had also tried to get out of the trip, but Jay didn't care about him. There was always something about the brunette that made Jay uneasy. He couldn't tell whether it was the lingering smell of death hanging onto his and Lloyd's newest roommate, or the fact he seemed to hate Jay and Lloyd.

But Jay honestly didn't care.

As long as Kai didn't bother him, Jay would keep out of his way as best he could. It was like a silent agreement between the pair. Jay suddenly cried out a more intense wave of pain hit him and he slumped against the trunk of a large oak tree in unbelievable agony. He felt pain in his chest, he felt pain in his arms and he felt pain in his mind. Jay wanted to stop everything he was doing and try and treat the pain, but he knew it would only make things worse if he tried.

The road ahead was a tough one and right now he wasn't sure if he was willing to walk it, let alone whether he was able.

He was so very tired. Tired both because of the pain and tired of having to deal with the pain, but he didn't really have a choice in the matter. With every second, the shining white light of the full moon rose higher and higher into the starry night sky. His breathing became more labored and he gritted his teeth as he felt his nails grew and sharpened against his will. Jay gritted his teeth, hoping that he could stick it out just a little longer and get to safety.

Even though the amusement park was located a few miles away from his current location, he could still hear the faint, almost whisper-like voices in the distance.

He couldn't risk their safety, or his own. All of a sudden, he gasped as he felt a strange freezing shiver ripple throughout his whole body. Before he realized what was happening, he felt his body start to change as his cells rearranged themselves. It was over in a matter of seconds, and when he regained his senses he noticed instead of the breaths from a human, they were heavy, canine pants. All of Jay's senses were dialed to eleven as he sniffed the air.

The air was cold and the only light were the stars, moon, and an approaching flashlight.

The teen's stomach growled in hunger and his nose picked up the scent of blood. Small, fresh, human blood...


The forest rain fell in the drenching sheets, hammering the corrugated roof of the clinic building. Rolling down the metal gutters, splashing on the ground in the torrent. Amelia Winchester sighed and stared out of the window. From the clinic, she could hardly see the beach or the ocean below, cloaked in a low fog. This isn't what she expected to see when she came to Jamakai Village to spend two months as a visiting physician for the small settlement.

Amelia Carter had expected fresh air and relaxation after two grueling years of residency in emergency medicine in Chicago.

She had been in Ninjago now for three weeks and it had rained every day. Everything else was fine. She liked the isolation of Jamakai Village and the friendliness of its people. Ninjago had one of the twenty best medical systems in the world. Even in this remote village the clinic was well maintained, amply supplied. Her paramedic, a Hispanic man named Youssef Toledano, was very intelligent and well-trained. Across the examining room, Youssef cocked his head.

"Listen." He said.

"Believe me, I hear it," Amelia said.

"No, listen." He told her again and then she caught it. Another sound blended into the rain; a deeper rumble, but built and emerged until it was clear. It was the rhythmic thumping of a helicopter. She thought they couldn't be flying in weather like this. But the sound built steadily and then the helicopter burst low through the treeline and roared overhead, circled, and then came back. She saw the helicopter swing back over the water near fishing boats and back towards the beach.

It was looking for a place to land.

It was a big-bellied Sikorsky with a blue stripe on the side with the words 'T.S.G Construction'. That was the name of the construction company building a new resort somewhere up near the nearby mountains. The resort was said to be spectacular and very complicated. Many of the local people were employed in the construction, which had been going on for more than two years. Amelia could imagine it. One of those huge resorts with swimming pools and tennis courts, where guests could play and drink their sorrows away without having any contact with the real world.

Amelia wondered what was so urgent in those mountains that a helicopter would fly in this weather.

Through the windshield, she saw the pilot exhale in relief as the helicopter settled onto the wet sand on the beach. Uniformed men jumped out and flung open the big side door. She heard frantic shouts in Spanish and Youssef nudged her. They were calling for a doctor. Two crewmen carried a limp body towards her while another man barked orders at them. The man had a yellow sticker, and dark brown hair appeared around the edge of his ragged baseball cap.

"Is there a doctor here?!" He called out and she ran up. The rain fell in heavy drops, pounding her head and shoulders, soaking her in seconds.

"I'm a doctor." She said and the man frowned at her. She was wearing cutoff jeans and a tank top. She had a stethoscope over her shoulder, already slightly rusted from the salt air.

"Noble Oliver; we've got a very sick man here doctor."

"Then you better take him to the hospital in Ninjago City." She said, a little confused. Ninjago City was roughly twenty minutes away by air, so why hadn't they gone there instead of this remote village?

"We would but we can't get over the mountains in this weather, you have to treat him here." He ordered and Amelia had no choice but to trot alongside the injured man as they carried him into the clinic. He was a kid, no older than eighteen. Lifting away the blood-soaked shirt, she saw the big slashing rip along his shoulder and another on his leg.

"What happened to him?"

"A construction accident! He fell and one of the backhauls ran over him." Noble shouted, panic clear in his voice. The kid was pale, shivering, and unconscious. Youssef stood by the bright green door of the clinic, waving his arm. The men brought the body through and set it on the table in the center of the room. Youssef started an intravenous line and Amelia swung the light over the kid and bent to examine the wounds. Immediately she could see they did not look good, and the kid would almost certainly die.

A big tearing laceration ran from his shoulder down to his torso, and at the edge of the wound the flesh was shredded and the shoulder was dislocated, pale bones exposed.

A second slash cut through the heavy muscles of the thigh, deep enough to reveal a pulse of the femoral artery below. Her first impression was that this leg had been ripped open.

"Tell me again about this injury." She told the leader.

"I didn't see it! They said it was just a construction accident!" Noble replied.

"It almost looks like he was mauled by a large animal!" Amelia exclaimed, probing the wound. Like most emergency room physicians, she could remember in detail a patient she had seen even years before. She had only seen two maulings. One was a two-year-old child who had been attacked by a Rottweiler dog, the other was a drunken circus attendant who had had an encounter with a tiger and both injuries were similar. There was a characteristic look of an animal attack.

"Mauled?! No, no, no, it was a backhaul, believe me!" Noble cried, licking his lips as he spoke. He was edgy, acting as if he had done something wrong, and Amelia wondered why. If they were using inexperienced workmen on a resort construction they must have accidents all the time.

"Do you want the lavage?" Youssef asked and she nodded as she bent lower, probing the wound with her fingertips. If an earthmover had rolled over him then dirt would have been forced deep into the wound. There wasn't any dirt, just a slippery, slimy foam, and the wound had a strange odor. A kind of rotten stench. A smell of death and decay. She had never smelled anything like it before.

"How long ago did you say this happened?"

"An hour." He said and again she noticed how tense Noble was. He was one of those eager nervous types. They didn't look like a construction foreman, more like an executive. He was obviously out of his depth. Amelia turned back to the injuries and somehow she didn't think she was seeing a mechanical trauma. It just didn't look right with no soil contamination on the would site and no crushing injury component. Mechanical trauma of any sort always had some component of crushing, but there was none.

Instead, the man's skin was shredded, ripped across the shoulder, and again across the thigh.

It really did look like a mauling, but on the other hand, most of the body was unmarked, which was unusual for an animal attack. She looked again at the head, the arms, the hands, and she felt a chill when she looked at the kid's hands. There were short slashing cuts on both palms and bruises on the wrists and forearms. She had worked in Chicago long enough to know what that meant.

"Alright, wait outside." She said, but Noble didn't like that.

"Why?"

"Do you want me to help him or not?!" She snapped and pushed Noble and his men out the door and closed it in his face. She didn't know what was going on but she didn't like it. Upon seeing this, Youssef hesitated.

"Should I continue to wash?"

"Yes." She nodded as she reached for a little camera. She took several snapshots of the injury with the flash on for a better view; they really did look like bites. Then the kid suddenly groaned and she put her camera aside and bent towards him. His lips moved and his tongue thick.

"...lycan." He barely whispered and at that word Youssef froze and stepped back in horror.

"What does that mean?" Amelia asked as Youssef shook his head.

"I do not know doctor."

"Then please continue to wash him."

"No doctor! Bad smell!" He cried as he wrinkled his nose and crossed himself. Amelia looked again at the slippery foam streaked across the wound and she touched it, rubbing it between her fingers. It seemed almost like saliva.

"...Lycan." The injured boy whispered again."

"It bit him!" Youssef said in a tone of horror.

"What bit him?"

"Lycan!"

"What-What's a'Lycan'?"

"It means wolf!" He exclaimed and Amelia frowned. Wolves had been extinct in these woods for well over two hundred years, but that didn't stop the local villagers from scaring their children away from the dark and dangerous forest by telling them scary stories about how a pack of monstrous wolves would swallow them whole and no one would ever find them. Amelia had heard these stories herself, in person, and she almost laughed when she even saw some adults terrified of this myth.

Many conservationists search these woods regularly to keep count of all its wildlife to make sure they weren't endangered and none of them have ever reported a wolf in this area.

So the idea that a wolf had caused these injuries was very unlikely. It could have been a bear, or a large badger or fox, but they were usually located miles from where the resort was being constructed. Youssef was backing away, murmuring and crossing himself.

"That's not a normal smell! It is the Lycan!" He all but screamed. Amelia was getting annoyed by this and was about to order him back to work when the injured youth opened his eyes and sat up straight at the table. Youssef shrieked in terror. The injured boy moaned and twisted his head, looking left and right with wide staring eyes. All of a sudden he explosively vomited blood be he immediately fell into convulsions. Amelia grabbed for him but shuddered off the table and onto the concrete floor where he vomited again.

There was blood everywhere and at that moment Noble opened the door.

"What the hell is happening?!" He shouted and when he saw the blood he turned away, his hand to his mouth. Amelia was grabbing for a stick put in the boy's clenched jaws but even as she did she knew it was hopeless and with one final jerk he relaxed and lay still. She went to perform mouth to mouth but Youssef grabbed her on the shoulder fiercely, pulling her back.

"NO!" He screamed. "The Lycan will cross over!"

"Youssef, for God sake-"

"NO! YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND THESE THINGS DOCTER!" He roared again, staring her in the eyes. Amelia looked at the body on the ground and realized that it didn't matter anymore. There was no possibility of resuscitating him. Yousseff called for the men, who came back into the room and took the body away. Noble appeared, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I'm sure you did all you could." He muttered quietly. Amelia watched as the men took the body away, back to the helicopter, and it lifted back into the sky. The sound of the helicopter was drowned out by the thunderous sound of the rainstorm and Amelia was certain she could hear the faintest squeak of a bat.

"It is better this way," Youssef told her but Amelia said nothing. She was too busy thinking about the boy's hands. They had been covered with cuts and bruises in the characteristic pattern of defense wounds. She was quite sure that he had not died in a construction accident. He had been attacked and he had held his hands up against his attacker.

"Where is this resort again?"

"In the mountains, perhaps a hundred and twenty miles from here."

"Pretty far for a resort." She said and Youssef watched the helicopter.

"I hope they never come back." He said and Amelia hummed in agreement. She was a little disappointed that she couldn't examine the body or the slime and learn what those wounds came from, but at least she had pictures. When she turned back to the table, however, she that the camera was gone. She searched and searched but she couldn't find the camera. Amelia had sneaking suspicion that one of the men from the helicopter had snatched it on their way out, but she had no proof.

Youssef was grateful it was all over, but Amelia was dissatisfied with the outcome.

After they had cleaned up the blood and equipment, Youssef called it a night and Amelia had started typing out her report on her laptop. As she finished typing the report and emailing it to her superior, she couldn't help but think about what the boy had said. With no other option, she turned to the internet for answers. She entered the word, Lycan, into the search bar and was surprised when she saw the results. This didn't make any sense to the doctor.

The word Lycan was derived from the word lycanthrope, meaning someone who suffered from lycanthropy; the professed ability or power of a human being to transform into a wolf, or to gain wolf-like characteristics.

In more simple words; a werewolf...


Kai frowned behind his sunglasses as he looked through all the pictures Amelia Carter had taken of the construction worker's injuries. All of the students were gathering their luggage and preparing to leave soon, so Kai had plenty of time and privacy to think about the situation. It had been almost laughable how easy it was for the vampire to not only follow the helicopter and steal the camera while the medics were distracted. As he flicked through the pictures, Kai couldn't help but grimace at the sight of the injuries Jay had inflicted on the poor human.

He had always known Jay was odd and had a weird smell, but even the brunette hadn't expected this.

He glanced over to Jay and watched as the ginger-haired teen listened to Lloyd talking about something Kai couldn't care about. Jay looked a little green and he had heavy bags under his eyes, showing Kai that he hadn't slept at all last night. This new information was very interesting to the brunette. Kai liked his fangs in anticipation as his mind thought up ways to use this against Jay. He wasn't going to hurt Jay or put him in danger, but Kai could stop himself from messing with the freckled teen for a little while.

He might tell Jay he knows his secret, or he might wait until Jay told him himself.

Kai glanced around to make sure no one was watching. Once he was certain they weren't, Kai removed the camera's film and used his powers to set the black roll on fire. That destroyed all the photographic evidence of Jay's attack. Kai waited until he was sure the film roll was destroyed beyond repair, he dropped it into the stream, watching it washed away. The teacher suddenly called Kai to get on the bus with the others and Kai silently complied.

He couldn't help but smile slightly as he stared at the back of Jay's head as the bus began its long drive back to the city.

This will be so much fun...