When Kenny returned to his own apartment, he set his alarm for five and collapsed on his bed, drifting off into a military memory.
"McCormick! Get over here." The General barked. The now 25 year old blonde marched over and saluted.
"Yes sir!"
"We've got another mission for you, we need you to get into the base and collect these documents." Kenny nodded, looking over and memorizing every detail of the distorted pictures they had of said documents. "Go get your gear and head over to Sergeant Bowcott, he'll take you to the rendezvous point and it's in your hands from there on." Kenny nodded and did as he was ordered.
"McCormick, I assume the General already gave you your orders?" Sergeant Bowcott approached Kenny.
"Yes sir, I've been prepped for the mission." He stood straight, his arms at his side.
"Good, then let's get a move on."
"Yes sir!" he obliged, getting into the back of the truck. As they neared the drop off point, the tires of the truck were flattened by spikes hidden under the gravel of the road. "Son of a bitch!" Kenny yelped as he hit the back of his head against the side of the truck. Gun fire echoed outside the vehicle.
"Everyone get on the move!" Sergeant Bowcott yelled, readying his own weapon. Kenny grabbed his gear and slammed through the back doors of the large vehicle. Bullets bounced in every direction as Kenny ran towards the next best thing to a safe haven; a small cave. His heart beat rapidly against his ribcage as he continued to sprint for shelter. He dove into the mouth of the small cave and pulled himself further in. Not long after the gun fire stopped. Trying to catch his breath, the blonde peeked out of the cave, keeping himself low to the ground.
"Oh shit dude." He said quietly, his throat was dry from the running and dust. He grabbed the canteen from his gear and chugged half of its contents. As his heart rate finally began to return to normal, he rose from his spot and jogged lightly back to the attack zone.
"McCormick!" a faint voice called out to him as he neared the scene. He looked over beside the bullet littered truck.
"Sergeant Bowcott!" he rushed over to the injured man.
"You have to carry out the orders, McCormick, the base is over there." Bowcott pointed the direction that the assailants had gone, his every gesture seemed to be laboured and causing him pain.
"Yes sir." Kenny saluted then radioed to their base, explaining the details of the attack. Kenny ran once again only this time not away from the battle but instead head on into it. He reached the enemy headquarters a half an hour later. Ducking behind a large rock, he examined the territory. "How the hell do I get in there?" he thought out loud. A handful of rival soldiers paced back and forth at the gate. Kenny dug in his gear and pulled a stun grenade from the satchel. He sighed to calm his nerves. "Here goes nothing." He pulled the pin and threw the grenade then took cover. The grenade went off, blinding the enemies and giving Kenny an opening. He sprinted passed the agonized foe and through the gate then ducked behind a large armoured vehicle. He peered around the corner and saw another few guards. "Shit dude, how many of them are there." He groaned then pulled out his silenced pistol. He took aim then felt an immense ache in the side of his head. Things fell black temporarily then he came to. He looked around and tried to move but found he was bound to a chair. A tall man paced before him.
"Hello McCormick, it's good to see you again." Kenny squinted up.
"Sergeant Bowcott?" he sputtered, still trying to move.
"Yeah, funny how things work out isn't it?" the sergeant smirked.
"You-you were dying!" Kenny yelled, the rope rubbing his wrists raw. Bowcott hit him across the face with the butt end of his pistol.
"Don't raise your voice at your superiors you little runt." Bowcott growled. Kenny shook his head, as if to shake the pain away.
"You traitorous bastard!" the blonde glared up. A malicious smile grew on the sergeant's face and he began to laugh.
"Oh McCormick, I'm going to enjoy beating the shit out of you." He hit Kenny with the pistol again.
"Shit!" he yelled, wincing from the pain. He spit the blood out of his mouth and looked up at the traitor. Bowcott's grin stretched wider as a knife glinted in the dim light.
"Ah yes, the highlight of my career begins today." He walked over to Kenny and cut the tank top off of him. "Maybe I'll give you my autograph, hm?" he brought the knife closer to Kenny's defined abdomen. The cool metal of the blade made his stomach twitch.
"You're a freak." Kenny hissed, angering Bowcott and causing him to slide the blade of the knife into Kenny. The blonde grunted at the sharp pain.
"I'm a freak?" the sergeant laughed then placed the blood laced blade at the top of Kenny's chest. "I guess you've forgotten why you're so important to the military then." He pushed the knife enough to leave a thick line of blood behind it as it trailed down Kenny's torso. The blonde screamed in agony. Bowcott laughed in sadistic pleasure, watching as Kenny screamed and squirmed in his binds. "You see, without your little gift, you'd be nothing but the poor kid you were back in your home town." The sergeant whispered leaning inches in front of Kenny's face. Kenny, noticing that his leg bind had come undone in the pained commotion, kicked Bowcott's shin. The tall man grasped his shin with a howl then slashed randomly at the blonde, leaving a large diagonal cut across his skin. Kenny winced and gritted his teeth. "You're gonna pay McCormick, I've found a way to make you stay dead for good." The maniacal man said, pulling out a syringe filled with a clear liquid. "You see, Monkshood is a wonderful plant." Bowcott tapped the syringe with his middle nail. "Youve heard the legends of it right?" he looked at the blonde. "How it's supposed to heal a person of being a werewolf but only if they survive its toxicity?" Kenny glared at the sergeant.
"It won't work." He said gruffly, spitting more blood from his mouth.
"What? I couldn't hear you, speak up." His torturer smirked.
"I said it won't work, nothing does." The back of Bowcott's hand collided with Kenny's wounded jaw. Kenny laughed making Bowcott's eyebrows raise in surprise.
"What's so damned funny McCormick?" Kenny continued to laugh, not answering the man before him. Bowcott stabbed the syringe where Kenny's heart was located and injected the liquid into the hostage. The blonde began to convulse as the poison filled his body.
Kenny shot up, his alarm blaring in his ears. He looked at the clock then down at himself, his shirt, sweat stained. "I guess I could use a shower." He slid out of his bed and began to prepare for the evening.
