The beast is ugly.
Parker sat in front of the screens with popcorn in her hands. She got Hardison to pull up the tracker in Eliot's shoe and the earbud she placed in his jacket a few days before. Determined to take this great opportunity, she shoved handfuls of popcorn in her mouth as Hardison pulled up the info.
"I don't see why we're spying on the guy that could blow you over with his hair and leave me in a coma for a month with his creepy eye thing. Shouldn't we just let him do whatever he's gonna do?"
"Shush. He's at the edge of town. I think he's about to change."
"Parker, as much as the internet convinces me that there are things out there we don't know, I don't think Eliot's a werewolf."
"Shush! We're gonna miss it."
The tracker stopped at what Hardison recognized as an abandoned warehouse practically hugging the woods. Well that is weird. The earbuds audio didn't help much except for the occasional grunts and one or two unidentifiable noises (snickers maybe?) from the hitter. After a while however, the tracker moved to the center of the woods and stopped. This is where it got weird. Sounds of a person in agonizing pain sounded out and what was either bones or trees snapping was accompanying it. After a good few minutes the screams turned into howls and running was the last noise to leave the earbud... Parker gasped in awe and slight terror at what she just heard. Did the hitter really go through that? Not fully expecting her accusation to be true, she just sat Indian style on the sofa and slowly ate what was left of her popcorn. She glanced at Hardison and found him to be missing. A retching noise assured her that Hardison was throwing up in the bathroom. After a few minutes, he emerged from the bathroom just a slight bit terrified looking. Parker glanced over at him.
"Eliot's not a werewolf huh?"-