A Place of Refuge Rather Than Torture [Open]

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The sound of boots drew Colin’s head up, knowing full well that it was the man from the basement. Naked, cold, and in pain he put his head back down, hiding his face in his shoulder and biting it to keep himself from screaming in frustration. He could hear the gun, could hear the words that were said. Cowards… demons… hell… nothing escaped the strong ears of the blind. Three of them, meaning him too. the other two were dead, and he was hurt to the point he could join them. But the gun… the man was merciful, that much was clear. Rather than leaving the gold one to die in pain he was going to shoot him, make it over.

No, no he wasn’t. The smell changed. Hate turned to confusion. How humans thought that their emotions were hidden… fools. He would have liked to see the look on his face. Was it because he realized he had missed his heart? or was it because he knew who it was now. Little lycan family, bah. They weren’t his family; he didn’t care about other wolves or humans. He hardly cared about himself… basic instinct told him to stay alive, to run, to hide, to eat. Swallowing hard Colin shook his head.

“Stupid humans. All you ever want to do is fight. We could have tossed the rat out, had him chase it, made him go away. Instead you had to fight, had to kill. You think we wolves are the blood-thirsty ones? We kill to eat, you kill for money. Look at all the wars ever fought… all over something to do with money. How can we be disgusting? We kill for food, for protection, for territory… you kill for fun. Why did I fight them? I didn’t want to die either. They threatened where I was trying to sleep, where you were trying to sleep. You could have protected someone like me for the night. Well, what are you waiting for? You just want us dead, right? You think werewolves are all the same. I think all hunters are the same. Cowards, we fight with tooth and claw… you have projectiles that make it so you don’t even have to face us. Go on, we’re the cowards, right? Do what all humans do best.”

He waited, his soapbox done. It was painful talking, his voice like gravel. Hunching closer to himself he simpered a little, panting at the twinge in side and arm.

[jessie]

“Believe me nothing would please me more,” Dominick echoed back after listening far too long of the lycan’s words. “And you think I’m blood thirsty? You think I’m doing this for money?” He let his voice ring out and echo throughout the streets, perhaps if he said them the whole world would know and appreciate him. “I’m just saving others from what I had to endure. I’m saving others from your pathetic species so no one else has to go through what I had to.”

Sure, Dom had been trained previous to the death of his wife but it had been a family trade and he had been following in his own father’s footsteps. He had of course always been told of the wolf’s brutality, of their ferocity, their demented souls. Of course the murder of his wife had only encouraged this belief and here he was exposing and venting it all out.

“Lycan…I kill your kind because your kind killed mine, specifically someone who was close to me.” He tightened his fingers around the gun, still keeping both eyes open to keep the creature in view. “They took my wife.” Sure Dom left out the part that their mission had to kill them in the first place, but in Dominick’s eyes it didn’t make it fair either way. “Those lycans took it upon themselves to ruin my life, those mongrels that don’t deserve to breathe. I don’t do this for money…hell…I don’t have a fuckin’ nickel to my name. All I have is this gun and this knife and sometimes I’m lucky enough to tap into my parent’s back account to get some cash when I need it.”

He kept the gun straight as an arrow at the target, right at the skull. If the bullet was to be released now, the brains would be scattered along with the rest of the blood and remains stinking up the place already. “I’m sure at one point you were like the rest of them. I’m sure you ARE like the rest of them. You have a monster in you that you can’t control…a monster in you that is dangerous to the rest of humanity. Each and every ONE of you should be taken out……every…single one.”

He told himself to do it then, he even put the tiniest bit of pressure on the trigger. But he couldn’t do it.

DO IT DAMNIT.

But he couldn’t and he didn’t know why. He let the gun go down and he disarmed it, before letting it fall back into the pocket of his pants. He stood tall and his boots gently sunk in the muck, blood and sweat of the street. The creature shivered and Dom only watched, his jaw tightening with frustration of his own confusion.

“I could have killed you now, but I didn’t. You call it merciful…I call it stupid.” With little effort he scooped the body up. Dom could feel the bones newly adjusted back into place still trying to form correctly. It sickened him inside that he was holding a lycan that wasn’t dead in his arms. The kid’s blood seeped onto Dom’s shirt but he kept up and eventually had them both slide into the window that he had kicked in what seemed like eternity ago.

Light was beginning to come up over the horizon to brighten the world but the sun wasn’t due for another hour or so. Dom gently laid the stripped boy in the corner and saw his garments spread out throughout the basement. He gathered them accordingly and laid them next to the body who was still holding onto life.

Dom didn’t know why he did what he did before dawn that day…why he gave up and opportunity to kill a lycan but he did…and now he was beginning to actually take care of him…

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His wife. How sad. Humans were more blind than he was. Did they think werewolves only affect humans? Being bitten had hurt his family, had hurt him. He was blind because of it. so single minded… but that was human and lycan. The sound of the trigger under pressure, Colin held his moment, hanging, unsure of if he was going to die or not… and the gun was gone, put away, the man’s anger and confusion evident in his voice. Just like that, there were warm arms around him, and he was in the air.

The emotions given off from the man were so strong, Colin almost gagged at the smell of death and blood and hate. But he was too tired, to drained to do anything. He had been hurt before, he shouldn’t be this weak… but the silver, it was pulling everything out of him. If he didn’t do something about it soon he might not be able to do anything at all. He could hear the crunch of dirt, then moving, breaking glass, and the ground was against his back. They were in the basement again? Yes, there was movement, and the rustle of cloth being placed by him.

He wanted so badly just to fall asleep. That was why he came down here in the first place, right? Sleep made everything better. If he could just…slip into sleep…_{he’d be…} NO! He had to get the silver out first. Wrenching his mind from the doze he had almost gotten himself into he concentrated, trying hard to change a claw… he needed a claw, that’s all it took. He couldn’t change anything, nothing moved like it should, the fine metal in his arm freezing him from doing anything worthwhile. But the man… he had a knife…

“Hey, you… you ha-have your knife still? I need your help, plese…”

[jessie]

Dom watched the kid stir. To get out of his frame of mind that he saved a lycan he instead focused on that he was a defenseless kid that needed help. Yea..that was it. Dom would never admit to his actions of helping something that he vowed to destroy a long time ago. He stood in the basement looking down at him as he seemingly was slowly falling victim to sleep, just as the day was about to begin for the rest of the world. But just as he was near the brink of the sleep realm Dom saw his body jump as if trying to fight the sleep.

Then he saw it. The shimmering silver bullet was stuck in his arm. As the kid’s voice pleaded for the knife, for its obvious removal Dom thought about it for a moment. Despite his action to not take the life of the individual he still had the hate that had built up in him for years upon years for lycans and here was one in pain. He could stop it, or he could prolong it. He watched for a few moment, he could almost feel it himself as the body was barely able to move at that point, overwhelmed by the pain.

Quickly he withdrew the knife that he had retrieved right after the death of the other two werewolves and without remorse took the tip and carved the bullet out of his skin. With a bit of a jut and a push the bullet clanged to the floor of the basement and finally came to a stop a few feet away. Dom could almost feel the relief of the kid and he walked over to the bullet, picking it up and analyzing the lycan flesh that still was lodged onto it. He threw it in the debris on the other side of the house.

Without notice he quickly jumped up and climbed out of the window again to see such a calm street. The two human formed lycans lay utterly motionless on the street, death had taken them over and Dom was proud to say he was the cause of it. His boots crushed the blood underneath of them and he picked up both bodies and threw them in a large garbage dumpster not too far down the road. The sun was beginning to rise and it was slightly nippy. A slight wind picked up and sent chills down his spine which caused him to hurry a bit faster toward the window. He crouched down and jumped back in. “You miss me,” he asked to his lycan as he landed back in the basement.

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His arm was moved, and before Colin could prep himself for what was to come the knife was in his arm, moving, playing with the bullet.

“Ah fuck!” Writhing in the new pain he coughed, grabbing hold of his side as he did so and gasping for air. Ow, that hurt. And with that, the man was gone; sharp ears caught the movement at the window, then the muffled slip outside. Panting slightly he found that he was glad the other was gone, so he could do what he needed to before he came back. If he came back. Relaxing a bit Colin concentrated, bones growing and fur sprouting. He could go slower this time, let the skin and bone and muscle mend. It hurt more, but nothing hurt worse than the silver in his bones.

After a short while in his fur he let it slide away again. He would rather have stayed the way he was. However, he knew that if the man came back that would spell death for him. And honestly, he would rather have the man there. Before his hands were even without claws he picked up his clothes, slipping his pants over awkward bent knees and tail, putting his shirt on inside out and backwards. The fur was still shrinking away when Dom came back through the window. A small smile played on the black-fading-to-pink lips at the voice.

“Thank you.” That was all he was going to say on the matter. Tugging at his shirt collar he lay back down, not caring that he lay in his own blood. Curling up very dog-like he lay his head on his arm, sighing slightly as it didn't twinge in hurt.

[jessie]

Dom nodded, the lycan had plenty of reason to be thankful, he could very well be dead at that moment and laying with the other bodies in the dumpster. Dominick damned his good heart and soul. Thankfully the kid was back fully clothed and dressed, but still extremely weak looking from what his disposition portrayed.

After standing for a few moments and not having the stress of the lycan bodies to worry about or any creature lurking about that could possibly harm him he felt his whole body begin to shut down. His fatigue was inevitable at that point and he was more than excited to once again shut his eyes in hope of sleep. “I’ve waited long enough. It’s time for sleep,” he announced, walking to a corner that hadn’t been dirtied by any blood or debris.

Gently he lowered himself to the ground and leaned up against the wall behind him. The wall kept him sturdy and within a moment of sitting there soundly he felt himself drifting way. It wasn’t that he trusted the lycan on the other side of the room, it was that he knew very well how hurt he was and how bad off he was. He relied on that weariness and slowly drifted off, his eyes closed to the world to finally be able to gather some much needed, wanted, and required rest.


[I'm fresh out of ideas right this moment ]

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The announcement was funny to Colin, but the end result was anything but humorous. As the man drifted off into his own world of dreams the wolf did the same. The aches and weakness of his body left him as his mind detached, letting colors and shapes he did not get in the waking world enter his being.

(Time skip? Or end thread? I have nothing for now either… sorry for the short post…)