"The boy managed to break into the Delta one base." The lieutenant – Molly's father stood before the black wolf rebellion leader.
"That little brat is in his…twenties?" The woman glanced down at the chessboard.
"I believe so." He stepped forward.
"He is already more powerful than his father…I'm impressed." She cackled. "But…" she growled. "He has eluded the most powerful of our soldiers when he broke into the base!?"
"It's a failure." He growled. "I will deal with the punishment of the commanders myself." He assured.
"Good. Thank you my dear." She smiled. "I hear One Tip was there?"
"A rumour yes…"
"Up the security, if this does not stop, I'll kill the brat myself." She snarled.
"Yes ma'am." He looked down at the chessboard with her.
The pieces were shaped like wolves, the king and queen wore crowns. On one side were the black pieces and on the other side an equal number of white pieces. In the centre though there was a more unique piece. A red wolf shaped piece sat in the middle alone.
"How about a game of chess my dear?" The lieutenant joined his mistress at the chessboard.
"But of course." As soon as he had agreed, the female had taken the red piece up into her now human hands and crushed it. She opened her palms and let the dust spill out on to the floor.
"Lucky I have plenty more pieces…" She smiled as she made her move.
-x-x-
"Are you hungry Apollo?" Ema asked, he was being strangely quiet.
"No thanks…" He murmured.
"Is something wrong?" She moved around so she was facing the wall behind her couch, watching his movements.
"It's nothing." He assured as he joined her.
"Something's up."
"It's just…" He sighed. "A week ago I was just a regular person…now I've got half the city chasing me and you all know I'm a wolf."
"We don't care." She replied. "We care about the fact you're safe, nothing else." Apollo's cellphone buzzed.
"Apollo…it's Simon."
"What's up boss."
"It appears the bosses of the Black Wolf Rebellion are getting angrier." You don't say Simon… "So, we're going to have to coordinate a series of small attacks, so I'm sending you off on a little mission."
"I'm listening." Apollo put his phone on speaker and put it on the table.
"You ever heard of the 'Rico and co. cake factory'?"
"Yeah, the cakes taste weird there though…"
"It's a front, run by the black wolves. I happen to know that they protect a little plant there."
"A plant?"
"Small thing, pink flowers, red leaves." He ignored Apollo's scepticism. "It produces a type of natural steroid, means a lot to 'em."
"So you're telling me to get the plant?"
"Yup." He responded. "Thing's right near the entrance, in a little glass jar."
"If it's so important, why is it at the entrance?"
"I have no idea. Anyway, listen. All you have to do is snatch that plant. Distract the receptionist, grab it and make a break!"
-x-x-
Apollo succeeded, hitting off most of his attackers on the rooftops. He hit off what he thought was the last one and ran into the precinct, rushing past the man at reception.
"Hey!" The growl made Apollo tumble and almost shatter the jar. Apollo turned to the sound of the voice, the fifty five year old man snarled as he approached the attorney both of them in human forms.
"P-Papa!" Molly cried in fear, ducking behind One and Two Tips.
"Molly! One and Two Tips!" He snarled. "Simon!" He noticed the gentleman with Jessica. "…Apollo…" The attorney's name was forced from his lips. "I believe you have some things which belong to me."
The man stepped forward, extending his long bony fingers.
"Like what?" Apollo took a single step back, eyeing the man.
"The tablet…the plant…the weapon." He lunged forward in his werewolf form, smashing Apollo back.
"Nng…That weapon's mine!" He declared as he pushed the man a considerable distance away. As the lieutenant swung to hit him again, Apollo pushed back in his werewolf form but was still pushed down and his weapon pulled from under his vest.
"This is mine boy!" He shook it.
"It was my father's!" He grabbed it and the blades switched out.
"Grrr!" Apollo felt as something was jammed into his arm.
"Weirdo…" Apollo growled silently as he attempted to stand. Something was wrong, he could feel a tingling sensation in his legs, soon it ceased and was replaced by no sensation. "What the?" Apollo fell to the floor. He attempted to stand, every time slipping. The lieutenant charged back one final time to eliminate his prey, what he didn't expect was that a large gust of wind had been whipped up. Suddenly a serpent that had bright blue and red feathers (AN – this is not a mistake, it should say feathers) appeared.
"The feathered serpent?"
"Quetzalcoatl actually." The voice was Simon.
"I'll leave for now." Apollo watched in pain as the man fled.
"Oh no!" Molly rushed out, pulling the needle from his arm. "Shit…this is a toxin."
"A toxin!?" Ema yelped. "What does it do to the body?"
"It numbs it until it becomes useless and shuts down…" Molly mumbled quietly.
"What?" Ema tilted her head, she hadn't heard her.
"What do you mean my body can shut down!?" Apollo grabbed the collar of her coat and pulled her face towards his.
"I-it's been developed in a biological warfare base of ours, it's toxic only to Dracowolves." She replied quickly. "There's a cure, I know there is but my father told me it was from a flower…something about it being a symbol of death?"
"Which was?" Jessica ran towards Apollo and Ema.
"Um…uh…" Molly didn't remember.
"The most common association would be the lily, it is known as the death flower in many cultures." The lizard came closer. "Molly, One and Two, can I suggest you get me a lily?"
"Y-yes sir!" Molly replied still shocked at the fourteen foot reptile (he looked at least that long – she couldn't be sure).
"What are you?" Ema was leaning against Apollo.
"I'm Simon, but I'm also a beast called Quetzalcoatl." He chuckled changing back into his human form. "That's the feathered serpent actually…" Ema turned to Apollo for help.
"Quetzalcoatl is a legendary creature like a Dracowolf only much rarer. He's as unique as the red wolf."
"I my dear young lady am in fact a creature told in Aztec myth. I am built on the side of many temples…" Simon chuckled. "…Yet they knew little of me, I am actually sixty five billion years old."
"You're kidding me!?"
"No. I simply live my life in this human body until it grows old, I then move on to a new one in a new place and continue a new life. I am a master of all languages, ancient and new, I'm very knowledgeable." He looked to Apollo. "We need to move him somewhere quieter…"
"My office?" Ema offered.
"Perfect."
Apollo had given Simon the old stone tablet to translate, he just lay on the couch, not being able to move his lower limbs. He'd fallen asleep for a little while, waking to see Ema's sad face as she gazed at the papers on her desk. She sighed heavily.
"What's up?" Apollo groaned.
"Nothing's up, why would you think that?" She replied defensively.
"I can sense it was the same thing bothering you yesterday." He smiled.
"Hm…well then woof-boy why don't you just ask me what you think is wrong?" She knelt beside his face as he stared up at the ceiling.
"Don't think I can't tell Ema…it's Molly that's the problem for you." He sighed as he turned to face her.
"Why do you say that?"
"I saw that sad expression on your face and anger in your eyes whenever I ask for her or she's near me." Apollo paused for a moment. "I don't fancy or love her if that's what you think…" He'd hit the nail on the head.
"…You don't?"
"She's ten years older than me, a fan of violence and not my type…no I don't!" He chuckled.
"Then um…" There was a long pause. Ema was meant to be asking the important question.
Apollo twisted his body more so he could lean in more. He closed the gap between them, briefly brushing her lips with his. He'd worked her out, she wasn't sure how, nor did she care right now but he'd blown her cover. Again there was a pause but this time only a short one as Ema regained control of her senses long enough to kiss him back, only a short 'peck' though. Apollo smiled, chuckling slightly, his hot breath tingling her lips. He didn't need to seek permission for stealing a proper kiss from her, he'd already got it. He ran his hand through her hair, gripping the back of her head for support before giving her the kiss that shot all her senses.
This was a romantic moment, like all romantic moments it had to be ruined by someone…
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