Chapter 7
The Ferocity of a Wolf
Anderson stared at the screen with an emotionless face as Wolf and Nudge crawled towards the basement of the Institute. Walker, Hall, and King stood at his side, equally unexpressive. They had arrived at the basement. Anderson looked up at the others and nodded. They marched across the security control center to the elevator that would take them to the basement. A group of other Erasers reluctantly pulled themselves away from their game of Texas Hold'em and followed them into the elevator. The doors slid shut and they moved downwards.
The four Erasers all drew their Desert Eagles from their shoulder holsters at the same time, holding the magnums ready. The elevator stopped and the doors opened with a ding. Anderson could hear the experiments talking even as the Erasers moved stealthily out of the elevator and between the rows of cages. Then they turned a corner and saw them. It was Wolf. And he had friends. It was Experiment 43265. An Eraser. She morphed. How cute.
" Leave the boy alive," growled Anderson. 43265 stepped forward.
" I call the old one," she snarled. Then they attacked. Anderson, Walker, Hall, and King watched calmly as their less experienced comrades went down. They were the only four still standing.
" What are you?" spat Wolf, wiping blood from his mouth. Anderson smiled inwardly. If only he knew... Wolf was distracted. Two Erasers snuck up behind him and grabbed his arms, holding him.
" Back off, dog breath," he yelled as Anderson produced a syringe out of his coat pocket.
" The name's Anderson." he stabbed the syringe into Wolf's arm. " Agent Anderson."
Wolf fell to the ground. It was interesting reading his reactions. He was in pain, he knew that much. Anderson and the others backed away from the fallen Eraser kid. He was helped to stand.
" Seven point eight three seconds," Anderson said into his lapel mike. Then 43265 noticed what was happening. She froze, staring at the black fur that rippled up Wolf's arm. Wolf's eyes grew wide. Anderson smirked, knowing that it would cause Wolf to react and speed up the process. He also did it because he enjoyed watching.
" I'm not sinking to your level," he growled. But to get to their level, he wouldn't have to sink. He would have to rise. He was fighting it. The fur receded and his teeth dulled.
" Going to fight it? Let's see how long it takes with that fiery spirit of yours," he said, still grinning. Then Nudge was dragged back into the hall. Anderson could clearly see her mouth " They're safe." But there was no such thing as safe. He would find them and kill them in a few hours time. Nudge bit the Eraser's hand. It actually drew blood. She would make a nice Eraser...
The other Eraser backhanded her in the face. Then Wolf roared and lunged at Anderson. He bent back to dodge, but Wolf caught his shoulder. A tiny drop of blood seeped through his suit.
" We owe you for that," he said. But Wolf was past hearing. He finally morphed, black fur sprouting on his back, silver on his face.
" You're dead," he snarled. He lunged, but swerved at the last second, taking out the Erasers left of him. 43265 stood her ground. She would be dead in minutes. Anderson pulled back the catch on the Desert Eagle, hearing the sinister mettallic click. He already felt the silver fur sprouting under his skin, and his nails elongated and teeth sharpened. He glared at Wolf with red eyes. Time to fight.
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