Wake Up Call [Oceanwolf]

[Crone (NC113F)]

He was out.

And he wasn't on a leash.

The fusionist had not been lying, he was free.

For now. There was always the chance that he had some sort of masterplan. But Crone would fight him tooth and nail. He wasn't going back. They'd have to kill him first.

Or he'd kill them.

Still, here he was, wearing real clothes instead of generic tents, and stalking through the forest like the hunter he was meant to be. It was dark out now, that fabled time called night, and NC113F could see more clearly than he ever had before, despite the forest canopy obscuring whatever bit of a moon shone over head. The air tasted real, and felt cool on his skin in a way that he had rarely experienced and that was intirely intoxicating.

Despire the wonderful experience he was having, his own heart burned in cooled in a bizarre cycle with anticipation with what was to come. He was almost there. Soon, he'd walk through the door, or, if she wouldn't let him in, he's tear it down.

Emerald.

A nearly inaudible sigh escaped from his throat before he could swallow it back. That girl was so[/b] fatal attraction. But she had chosen that feather brained idiot Xelious, and they had left together. They had left him. She had left him.

And he hated her for it. The only one good enough to fight him, the only one that was his equal, up and left just like a snap of the fingers-- like a whisp of smoke in the breeze. Blotches of colour tinted his olive neck in anger as he thought about it. The first thing he was going to do was shred her arm, like his had been by the metal of the cage when he had tried to escape.

And then he's watch her bleed.

He hoped she appreciated it.

He moved on, more silent than the dead, thoughts churning, until a small cabin, Emmy's cabin, came into view. It wasn't long until his exceptionally tall, lean frame was at the door, the moonlight causing his flesh to appear slightly sallow.

The wind chimes. How obnoxious were they? Very. Without even thinking about it, Crone swiped his hands at them, his string attactching itself in the dark coloured claws protruding from his fingers. His voice pitched is a light natural hiss, as the wind chime fell into his hand. Quickly, he detangled it, and dropped it in the grass with disgust. Why on Earth did Emmy have one of those wretched things? What had gotten into her?

Slowly, he slid around the house, looking for a way to gain enterance that didn't require the front door. He looked more like a shadow than an actual person, keeping close to the wooded walls.

It wasn't long until he found a partially opened window, which caused him to smirk. It wasn't very far off the ground, and he was already tall. As for the strength-- he had that covered. He was a panther, a melanistic jaguar, the strongest mammal on the planet as rated in a weight to strength ratio.

And NC113F was gifted. A down-right star pupil.

Slowly, he pushed the window open and wiggled through the small crack into the house. It was dark here too, but nothing that he couldn't handle. He could see in the dark better than in day time.

Like all of his senses were heightened, so was his hearing. After all, he had two sets of ears-- both in working condition. From a room adjacent to the one he was in, he could hear the breathing of someone sleeping.

The floor boards creaked ever so slightly beneath him, and he winced a little. However, nothing happened. The sleeping person remained asleep and unaware of his close proximity. The room he entered was a living room, and, he could just make out a sleeping figure on the couch. He slowed ever more, to a pace so slow that it seemed as if a snail would beat him in a race. But he soon was towering over the couch, his shadow falling across the feet of the person lying there.

Of Emerald.

Time had changed her. She was beautiful-- with a face like a saint that was serenely unaware of the torture they were about to recieve. NC113F's dark eyes clouded over, and he blinked.

This had been too easy.

Perhaps he had been to hard on Mariel. Surely she could have accomplished this? His mind wandered back to Fusionist. He had asked for them to be returned whole.

Fat chance of that.

With extrordinary speed, he dug his laws into the flesh of Emmy's shoulder and pulled down, slicing and mangling the flesh and muscle of her exposed arm to the forearm, much like his own right bicep was savaged.

What a lovely wake up call. [/color]

[Oceanwolf]

In her deep and happy dream world Emerald was still a child but she wasn't in the labs she was with her parents and a little Xelious was there as well. They were playing together in a field, running, jumping, swimming and flying, all the things little kids should do. Suddenly they were older and Emerald was in his arms again, being contently held like she was special. He had been the only one able to break through the barrier she kept around her true feelings the one she believed kept her from being hurt. Xelious had been the only one ever truly find out about Emerald, she couldn't hide anything from him thats why they were such a perfect pair.

However, all at once her dreams snapped back into reality as a horrible pain filled her forearm.

The wolf girl jerked awake, letting out a snarl as she glared at her attacker.

It was Crone

Emerald was surprised to say the least that it was him who was attacking her. The Lupine female had no idea that he had been let out of his cage or even out of the lab for that matter. This surprised soon turned into anger as Oceanwolf kicked her long leg upwards at Crones chest, trying to knock him out of her and out of her arm. This Pain she was feeling was not something she wanted to be experiencing right now, considering the kind of mood she was in.

She couldn't find Xelious.

The infamous Flock won't help her

And she was all alone without her mate's love an affection

This Lupine Hybrid was pissed off and she was gonna take out all her anger on this male right here right now.

"What the Hell are you doing out?! What are you doing here?!" Emerald snarled

[Crone (NC113F)]

Such hostility.

Crone found it amusing.

At first.

A kick cuffed his chest, and he withdrew his dark claws from her flesh and backed away a little, as much to avoid getting kicked as to roll his eyes. She was such a drama queen.

His dark tail flicked in aggitation. Wha was he doing here? Why was he out? Was she incapable of using her head in any manner except to propel her body forward??!?

Apparently not.

Sadly, NC113F had a temper to match Emerald's. It wasn't clear whether it was the shouting or the kicking and flailing that did it-- but something set him off. As quickly as he could break a limb, Crone turned around, his eyes shimmering in the dark and his fanglike teeth almost glowing.

"Why am I out?" His long fingered hands found their way on either side of her, his dark claws sinking into the couch, and ripping it, his right arm, the one with the scars that she had caused but not seen, was close to her face as his intimidating form hunched over her, "What am I doing here?"

Crone had been looking for wolf girl for weeks. It hadn't been exactly hard to find her, but it wasnt exactly easy, either. It had been a healthy challenge, and, now, here he was, face to face with her, her blood on his claws, and she was asking questions like these? What gave her the right to ask questions anyway!? She wasn't the one who was abandoned.

"Riddle me this, Angelface: How did you get out? What are you doing here?" HIs face was a blotched red from anger, and a chapped lip had caught on a tooth, causing it to bleed. The blood, a deep vermillion, dripped onto Emmy herself.

What Crone wouldn't give to dismantle that beautiful face of hers. It had no right existing. Not while it belonged to that feather brained idiot. "Answer me!" He half screamed, half yowled in her face. The feline inflection in his voice became more clear when he grew angry, as he was now.

NC113F remained, hovering over her. His eyes more tumultuous than the sea during a hurricane, and darker than the storm clouds that accompanied it.

[Oceanwolf]

Oh this wasn't good, now Emerald was underneath him , meaning for a temporary moment she would have to be helpless to see that he had to say. As Much as Emerald hated it, she knew it had to be done in order for her to find out what the hell was going on.

Upon listening Emerald came to a few conclusions about her situation. Number one, she would most likely have to beat Crone into submission in order for him to leave her alone. Number two was the fact that now she had his blood on her face and Number three was the fact that he was apparently mad that she had escaped.

Now, Emerald wasn't exactly a deep thinker, she preferred to hit first and ask questions much later, but in this case she could make an exception in order for her to be able to save herself. If she could perhaps get information about Xelious from this Kitty Cat she would most likely be able to find out where they are holding him.

The Wolf girl glared up into those eyes of his, her own blue eyes filled with a passion and fury of an impending tempest. This irritated and growling she wolf was anything but happy at that moment.

"Well lets see here, I was sprung out by Xelious who nursed me back to health from that god awful state I was in, then we built a life of our own so we wouldn't be bothered by anyone ever again." Emerald responded with a wolven smile

At this moment Emerald flung her legs upwards in order to try to kick Crone hard in the stomach so he would realese her. She Could already feel the blood seeping from her arm onto the sleeve of her Pajamas. Which where a green top with light green sweatpants with paw prints all over them. The top showed her flat muscular midriff that ended up showing due to the sudden pounce. This was why Emerald had one of her hands covering it up so the pussy cat wouldn't get any ideas.

"Does that answer your question Kitty Cat? Now if you don't mind leaving I really need to get some rest, I have been up for a few days and this is my only night of sleep I have gotten in a long time. And Of Course here you come in here and interrupt little old me, heh, just like old times eh?"

[Crone (NC113F)]

The panther hybrid felt the kick to the stomach, but did little more than flinch. Pain was the gateway to a strong character-- he knew that. And pain was what he was going through. Not because of the kick to the gut, but because of that name.

Xelious.

Wolf Girl actually thought she loved that feathered idiot. Goddamn it, he hated women. They were so fickle that it made him want to vomit. He nursed her back to health? That sounded so much like a fairy tale.

And fairy tales didn't exist. Well, if fairy tales did exist, they didn't last long. That was the down side of fiction.

NC113F scoffed at the last bit, still hovering over her regardless of the kicking. Old times? In the old times, they were both locked up in cages except when they were fighting each other. Yeah, this was exactly like old times. The girl was brilliant.

Not.

Quickly, he placed his fingernails along her jugular-- the sharp points ready to pierce through flesh, muscle and vein. She'd bleed to death then, and this time, Bird Man wouldn't be there to nurse her back to health.

No one would.

His dark nails, naturally hard and thick, were cold and prickly-- if she moved wrong they would cut regardless of what he or she willed. He applied a slight amount of pressure, hoping she wouldn't struggle against him as he felt around for something to bind her with.

[[OOC: Sorry for the lack of updating and short post. I've been having theatre stuff as well as some typical teen drama. I'll be quicker nex time. I promise. I'll also do the whole binding thing, but I'm trying to maneuver it so that I don't god. ]]

[Oceanwolf]

The wolf girl was surprised to say the least when she saw her kick was ineffective. Typically, Emerald's kicks left her opponents gasping for breath, but crone seemed to be perfectly fine. This is what made the wolf girl slightly nervous of the increased strength and stamina of her opponent.

When the claw pressed up against her neck, the Lupine hybrid froze, not moving from her spot. Her jugular would easily be severed from the slightest cut of the knife like claws. Once again Emerald was in an inopportune position to fight, or do anything for that matter. She would be at his mercy for a smalll amount of time, in a sense she would be helpless as a new born pup.

She hated being helpless, she always had and she always would. The fact that she could now be easily attacked made her more infuriated than the fact that Crone had broken into her cabin.

"Are you enjoying yourself Crone? " Oceanwolf asked coldly, glaring at the panther male above her. "Is there any reason besides for doing this, besides the fact that you apparently hate me?"

Em knew it was a bad move for trying to get information out of the guy who could potentially kill her if he wanted to but for now she felt it was necessary to see why he was doing this.

[Crone (NC113F)]

Talk, talk, talk. Was that all Emerald ever did? He didn't remember her being this talkative. Her throat moved as she spoke, and he was careful to move the pressure point of his claws with it-- he didn't want any accidents.

His had to stop from groaning when his hands came up empty in a search for something to tie her with.

This set things back a little. He'd have to revise his plans.

He stood there, above her, claws pressed to her throat and not responding to a thing she said. What was he going to do? He knew that there wasn't much that would restrain her-- she was nearly as strong as he was, and he could thrust his fist through a metal wall. He shivered a little as he thought about it, his arm tingling. He'd need a chain, or something like it to keep her restrained.

He'd have to find something. His grip slipped down on her neck: one claw at the base of it and the other just above her collar bone at her windpipe. He moved, slowly, backwards, doing his best to pull her with him without hurting her. "Come on, princess." Despite the somewhat gentle way he tried to get her to move, his voice was a harsh snarl. "We need to find a chain."



[[OOC: Severe lack of muse. Sorry.]]

[Oceanwolf]

Due to the fact that her stratagy of talking to crone was not working at this point in time, Em was a little bit worried. She was now dragged upwards, making her let out a low growl when Crone spoke to her. When he mentioned a chain she let out a short laugh, rolling her eyes at him. What did he think she would tell him where there was something he could tie her up with was at? This new chain of events also made it intresting, considering the fact the the wolf girl would be able to attack crone with water if he got close to the lake or the bathroom.

This is what the wolf girl hoped at least, if not she would have to wait as the panther hybrid dragged her to her certain fate. She didn't struggle as she was lead, knowing that he could kill her if he wanted to. The only thing the wolf girl was doing was plotting and planning.

((Find a chain if you want or get close enough to a water source so Em can fight back.))

[Crone (NC113F)]

Thick, dark claws pressed to Emmy's flesh, Crone pushed her before him as he slowly wandered deeper into the cabin, attempting to find a chain.

She wasnt resisting, which caused conflicting emotions in the panther hybrid. Part of him was relieved-- he knew she could fight, he had a few scars to prove it. Perhaps she had rone soft in her absence. Perhaps that idiot bird had made her that way. Perhaps he had destroyed her. The kick she had given him wasn't nearly what it had been in the past: either she had grown weaker, or he had grown stronger. Both, were distinct possibilities. The other part of him however, this small, nagging corner of his conciousness was disappointed. What had happened to her? She'd changed. And he wasn't happy about it.

The first room they passed was a small bathroom, and, unless there was one under the sink, it wasn't in there. He didn't even bother looking. The next door he found was closed, and, considering it's location, it was definitely a closet. He looked at Wolf Girl. She was tense, and ready to spring. But Crone was confident that she wouldn't be able to harm him.

Reassurred slightly, he turned his attention to the door. His free hand grasped the handle, and attempted to turn it.

It was stuck.

He flicked his tail, but, in the narrow hallway, it collided with the wall on both sides. It was like being in a cage again. His grip tightened and the claws attatched to his abnormally long fingers scored the door. Again, he twisted, and the entire door knob splintered beneath his touch. A feral grin lifted one side of his face. The door hadn't stayed jammed for long.

Dropping the door knob to the ground, he pulled open the door. The closet within was a disaster. It was like someone put the entire contents of a two car garage into one closet. Apparently, Emmy wasn't much of a house keeper. An amused grunt-purr combination escaped NC113F for a moment. It was too funny.

But, luckily for the teenager who stood before the door, his dark, twisted claws pressed to the neck of another, a chain lay on the bottom toward the front edge-- partially covered with other debris. He was suprised at the relative simplicity of locating a chain.

Unwilling to bend down and expose his back to the Wolf Girl, NC113F used his foot to lift a small portion of the chain upward where he could grab it and hoist it up and out of the mess. Small articles of this and that fell from where they were precariously perched, but the chain came loose relatively easily.

With the chain draped over one shoulder, his grip on Emmy tightened as he pulled her backwards and steered her back in the direction of the living room. It had taken him less than five minutes to find a chain to bind her. Feather Brain should have been more careful. Xelious was lucky that he wasn't going to harm her any more than the savaged arm.

Once back in the living room, he pressured her back into a chair-- his claws a constant reminder of what could be waiting for her if she objected to the way he was treating her more than vocally.

He took her claws off of her briefly, to secure the chain around the back of the chair, and the Wolf Girl began to struggle. A growl rose in his throat and his claws ran across her shoulder and collar bone before the chain seccurred her to the chair. He wrapped it a few more times before tying it off, and then looking down at her, a sneer on his face.

This was a cake walk.

[Oceanwolf]

Now at this point in time Emerald had figured Crone would do something like this, he had a habbit of being predictable in some of his tatics. Now Emerald on the otherhand, she acted all innocent and navie but she had a plan brewing in that skull of hers, one that would rock Crones world. However, for now she would wait, she needed to find out various things before she could even attempt to put this plan into action.

Emerald had learned from Xelious the art of Interogation and no matter if you are the one chained down or not, getting people to talk may be easier than it looks. The wolf girl couldn't help but smile at Crone, wondering if he realized what position he had put her in, a cornered wolf was much more dangerous than a normal one and he would find this out soon enough. For now however, Em had to bide her time and listen to what this nutjob had to say to her before she could do anything to him. This could go without saying because first she needed to get Panther boy to talk to her.

"Proud of yourself Crone? A real good fighter you are, sneaking up on your opponent while they where sleeping, good skills," Emerald could not hide the growls that escaped her throat. "Let's see you want revenge against me for something right? "

Emerald tilted her head to the side like a curious dog, waiting for his response.

[Crone (NC113F)]

NC113F sighed before sprawling across the couch where Emerald had previously been sleeping. His feet were at the edge closest wolf girl, while his head rested on the arm-- his gaze on the girl. He was clearly too long for the couch, but it mattered little.

The girl got too the point rather quickly. There was no harm in making her wait for her answer. He stretched, making his already impossibly lean body longer, before speaking.

"Don't be jealous because you were unprepared." He replied, an edge of annoyance in his voice. She should have been prepared for a sneak attack. Then again, she had often fallen victim to a sneak attack from him. Maybe it was his panther blood, but she had never been very good at sensing his presence. But she'd slipped up. "It's not my fault that feather brained idiot has let become soft."

The tip of his tail flashed in 2/4 time, as if some internal beat drove him to do so. His tail flicking was an absent minded motion to keep him at bay. He was restless. Freedom was a lovely thing, but the fact that Wolf girl's first instinct had been to attack him hurt a little. I mean, sure, he had ripped up her arm-- but that was retribution. His arm had been nearly destroyed, and she now would have a scar to remember that fact that she had left him behind for them in that manner.

He hoped she felt guilty forever.

"As for revenge..." the panther hybrid popped the knuckles in his left hand as he always did, "it's in the eye of the beholder." NC113F left it at that, and popped the knuckles in his other hand. It wasn't really revenge he wanted. It was more of acknowledgement. He was here. He was free. He was healthy, strong and able. What did Xelious have that Crone didn't? Crone could best the Avian in a fight, he was certain. Why was Xelious so fucking special? That's what he wanted to know. That was why (apart from Fusion) he was here.

[Oceanwolf]

Now at the point of the mentioning of Xelious, Emerald's eyes lit up with bright and unbridled furry as she struggled about for a moment, lashing out at him from her position. It was really quite a sight to see, she seemed to be like a wild animal finally set free from its cage. Em needed to get her anger out on something or someone and Crone just happened to be there when she needed a good verbal punching bag.

"I'm sorry I have gotten soft, old friend." Emerald spat out the last words vehemently, hating every moment of it. The two had been forced to fight alot in the labs, making them old enemies, but for some reason Em had a feeling that Crone felt some estranged kinship to her. "But thats what happens when you live free with someone you love for three years, you tend to relax a bit more. Also, I couldn't smell you or hear you and since I was asleep you were going to sneak up on me anyways. I haven't slept in a few days so its not surprising I almost slept through your attack."

Now Emerald knew about revenge, she knew how potentially dangerous it could be despite how satisfying it was. Now that Crone wanted revenge on her, Em had to admit she was nervous about it figuring that he had some strange plan for her. Though despite the thoughts going through her mind she still showed the defiant look on her face that she used with the Scientists so many times.

"What are you a fortune cookie?" Emerald remarked dryly, her tail lashing back and forth. A snarl escaped her lips as she glared at him, blue eyes focussed on his movements. Pain went through her arm when she tried to move it, causing her to hiss lightly in pain, the wound reopening. "Any reason for this revenge? Is it because I am the only one who has beaten you in a fight? Or something else?"

[Crone (NC113F)]

Touchy. Had he hit a soft spot? Xelious? Her love? Crone's jaw visibly tightened, but he held his tongue. To be honest, he hoped Fusionist killed the Avian. He hoped he died in pain, knowing that NC113F had been sent to capture Emerald.

Emerald was so bitter, but what had she to be bitter about? She had escaped. She had been free for these past three years, when he had been locked away for ages, undergoing physical and mental torture. She had been living, happy as clams with her love, the ridiculous Avian. Bitter. What did she have to be bitter about compared to him? She wanted to be bitter. Crone would give her something to be bitter about.

From being sprawled across the couch, it wasn't long until he was in an upright position, one foot cross legged beneath him and the other hanging limply over the edge and scraping across the floor. One hand gripped the back of the couch, his claws puncturing into the material. Slowly, be pulled his hand closer to him, slowly tearing the covering of the couch-- the rip a solid reminder of the schism between the two hybrids, both as different as night and day, but still the same.

"What's done is done." He stated with a small shrug, his tail still lashing, and his fingernails still dug into the couch. He was staring at her, his dark eyes like a storm in all its fury. No, not staring. Glaring.

He'd give her a reason to make her bitter. He'd give her a reason to make her cry.

"He flinched you know." Crone said, his voice lighter and his eyes gleaming in enjoyment. "When Fusion injected him. The doctor said it was acid. He flinched. He shook. He cried out." NC113F was making it up now. He'd make it difficult for her. "He suffered. It ate away his veins and as they started to break, he began to turn purple. And then, Emmy, do you know what they did?" He paused a moment, for added effect. "They cut off his wings. And he cried and he screamed. And then," again another dramatic pause, "they cut out his voice box. And then they dismantled him entirely, cutting him up-- bit. by. bit." By the end of his small monologue, he was still staring at Emmy, a convoluted smile on his face.

He hoped it hurt.

[Oceanwolf]

Well now that was something Emerald had expected completely and fully. Despite the anger that was clearly written upon her face and the growls that escaped her mouth she figured Crone would pull something like this. The thing was that Emerald had a special bond with Xel, that she could not quite explain but if he had been killed or severely mutilated like that Em knew she would have felt it much deeper then just emotional pain, her entire being would feel the impact of losing her Xelly in such a manner.

However, she had to growl and snarl at Crone for even mentioning such a horrible thing for happening to her Xelious. The images his words gave burned themselves into her mind and as much as she tried to shake them out she could not. She aimlessly bit her bottom lip before looking up at Crone with a smirk plastered upon her face. This smirk was the one she often gave him during the battle when his attack missed her.

"Sorry, I don't believe my Xel is that Mutilated, I would have known." Emerald stated coldly, pausing for a minute, all while looking at him through cold Blue eyes. "There is know way in hell he would be. Xelious is stronger than that and he would have fought them, just like he always has."

Despite Emerald's defiance and coy little comments on her face showed slight worry for her bird man. Her insides churned at the thought of him being injured or mutilated, all because he sacrificed himself so she could remain free and away from the labs. She felt like cursing him for his stupid Valiantness, his stupid way of helping her when she needed most...if she cursed that she might as well curse herself for loving him so much. Emerald missed him so much at that moment, she just wanted him to be there, despite the fact she enjoyed being alone she had come accustomed to have someone always being there when she needed him most and now with him captured, she had no one.

And Crone knew that.

[Crone (NC113F)]

She didn't believe him? She was terrified. He could taste it. And the trademark smirk-- the one that she had worn while they had fought. The one she wore when she was in pain. Pain. Both of them had experienced so much of it because of the circumstances of their birth and their physical make up. It had made them what they were, convoluted shadows of the teenagers they should be.

And there Emerald sat, her love, adoration, infatuation, or whatever it was she thought she had clouding her existence. That thick layer of fog, smoke and mirriors that seperated them. It asphixiated NC113F to the point of suffocation. And, mingled with it, was a whisp of guilt. Emerald felt guilty. And Crone watched her, relishing in this. He hoped she felt guilty, and he hoped Xelious died, and he hoped she would realize that he was better than that dumb, idealistic Avian piece of shit.

Besides, what business did wolves have with birds? Wolves and cats atleast had the 'opposites attract' juju working for it. Birds were nothing but play things. But there she sat, waves of guilt and lonliness pulsing from her. He could sense it. If Crone wasn't incapable of pity, this would have sent his heart crashing to a halt. However, the panther hybrid was nearly incapable of pity, and, though he felt a small tugging at his heart, it was quickly squashed and forgotten.

His violet eyes were trained on her-- the pupils large but still slitted in the darkness. Even bleeding and making a not all that pleasant face, she was beautiful. And NC113F couldn't decide whether he loved or hated her for it. "You can't win a war against the world, especially if you're a lone Avian with acid destroying your blood vessels." He added, his voice equally as cold, but far more concise, with a slight 'matter of fact' air. As if he was a neutral witness to Xelious's distruction.

"Let's face it, Angel." He said, still a good distance away but leaning in a little closer, as if to tell her a secret. "You're alone, and you hate it. You're alone, and I am all you have."