Wake Up Call [Oceanwolf]

[Oceanwolf]

A dark growl escaped the wolf girls lips, her lips curling upwards to reveal her Lupine teeth. Despite the fact she didn't believe him about Xel being dead, she knew that one thing he said was true.

Right now she was alone.

"Xel is not dead and I know it." The wolf girl told him defiantly.

Emerald was all alone right now, just like she used to be. No one to talk to, no one to hold her when she needed it, no one to mess around with or pounce on in her wolf form. The wolf girl had no one, no family, no real friends and in truth she had become somewhat used to that. Emerald's only family when she escaped was Xelious and now that he was gone, she had become a lone wolf again.

More than anything else in the world, the wolf girl hated it when someone was right about something and this was one of those instances where she hated it more than anything else right then. The Lupine Gazed at Crone with those curious blue eyes, a feeling of concern flooding them. She felt bad for him, sort of, the guy was still trapped in the labs while she was on the outside, free as a wolf.

It was true, he had been locked up and Em did feel pity for him, but when it cames to things like this like this situation Emerald was in now, she had to thrown her pity away. Oceanwolf was mad and it showed on her face, despite the concern that still filled her eyes.

"You know all about being along dont you Crone." Emerald commented with a glare. "Maybe if you stopped killing your friends you will actually have some."

[Crone (NC113F)]

Crone just continued to stare at her-- his dark eyes sharp and his head tilted ever so slightly. How could she know that Xelious wasn't dead? How was that possible? He hated mutants and hybrids. Always, some strange new development. Was that what this was? She could sense the futures of people? He didn't know, but he didn't like it.

Again, his jaw visibly tightened at her second comment. Hadn't he been vilified enough? He was tired of this. She could call him cruel, that one was debatable. But he had never killed a friend. Of course, the closest thing to a friend he's ever had was Emmy, and she'd turned her back. She was a traitor.

"Maybe you should make an attempt at a come back that isn't entirely false." He said, his lips curled into a snarl, revealing teeth that rivaled Emmy's in deadliness. NC113F's voice was cool, with a cold edge to it. His whiplike tail slowly lifted, and as it continued to twitch back and forth near his shoulder, he looked more like a cat than ever.

He straightened his back to an alert position, still staring at her in the way he always did: somewhat disturbing, and somewhat comforting-- he had always looked at her like that. Always.

"Besides," the olive skinned hybid commented with a shrug, "if Xel isn't dead now, he will be soon. You know just as well as I do that Fusionist doesn't take kindly to escapees." With that he leaned back against the couch, as calm as could ever be expected from him.

[Oceanwolf]

Emerald cocked her head over to the side with a playful wolf like grin upon her face. Now, she knew more than anyone that Fusionist did not like escapees, but she also knew Fusionist kept them alive in order to torment them so they would never escape again. She had seen it happen once before, a long time ago when she was younger, however, she did not like to think about Xelious in pain.

"I'm sure he will be fine, besides, Fusionist would not want to kill him while he was away from me. It is likely that he will want Xel to die or get hurt while he is in front of me..." Emerald paused, swallowing hard, her mind thinking of that horrible possibility, it was easy to see by her unnerved expression. "Fusionist enjoys causing others pain or distress, the madman probably wants me to be there to see my boyfriend getting hurt so he can manipulate me or something. Who knows, but this whole thing is crazy...why are you mentioning him anyways, did he send you out on this little fetch mission?"

Now this was something Emerald was curious about, why was Crone here doing this randomly. Well besides the Obvious fact he wanted revenge and the fact he was trying to scare her with his 'Im so cool and unfeeling act'.

Emerald shifted in her chains , a small groan of pain escaping her lips when the dried blood from her arm, which was stuck to her shirt ripped open the wound again causing her to grimace.

"Ow"..Did I mention how glad I was that you cut my arm open?" The wolf girl asked sarcasm entering her voice as she noticed the blood running down her arm. "Great, I'm gonna have to clean this shirt and the floors after this."

[Crone (NC113F)]

Why on Earth was Emmy so damn optimistic? Optimism was a bad trait in everyone, but from the wolf girl, it was almost too much to bare. What did she have to be so hopeful for? Fusion was either going to torture them, or kill them, and they certainly weren't going to be together. His own heart felt heavy with the fact that he was supposed to take Emeralf back. The doctor expected it, and he knew that no matter how much he wanted-- he wouldn't be able to convince her that he wasn't something akin to the antichrist, and that he was in fact, better for her than Xelious. It chewed away at him.

And he hated it.

When she winced at the reopened wound, he began to rhythmicaly flick his tail again. He didn't feel sorry for her for the arm. She might as well have done the same thing. The only difference was that when his armed had been sliced to ribbons, a variety of scientists had decided to apply various fluid and pastes to it, as well as wreck it more to see how it healed. If he'd have had a lemon, he'd have rubbed in the wound. They did it to him. He'd endured. She would.

"Apparently, you need to be reminded that only canines play fetch." He stated, clearly making a statement against her canine strain. He had been sent to bring Emmy back, but Fusionist had never said when he was supposed to bring her back. The way he saw it, he could keep Emerald out as long as he wanted.

And how long she was out depended entirely on her.

[Oceanwolf]

At this current point in this conversation, miss Emerald lupin was getting a little annoyed at all this beating around the bush that was being done. She knew that there had to be a reason why Crone was avoiding all her questions. In a sense, Emerald was frustrated with the fact that she couldn't get any answers from him because what she wanted was real information on Xelious. The thought of her bird man in any danger that Crone had desribed made her blood run cold.

"Crone, I am really getting sick and tired of you beating around the bush, The next questions I ask I actually want you to answer so just in case you kill me I will know a little more than I did before," Emerald snarled, Irritation showing in her voice and on her face. "Why are you here? What is the point of capturing me? Why are you working for Fusionist if you already hate the Whitecoats, something I know you hate."

[Crone (NC113F)]

She was sick and tired? She was sick and tired? What about him? He was getting sick and tired about hearing how much she loved Xelious. That ridiculous bird man who was so good[/b] and great[/i]. What made him so great anyway? That he was more human than animal? Why was being more human a positive thing? Humans had never done anything but harm. Why did Crone have to short change the 11% of himself that controlled so much more than 11% of his life simply to be on par with Xelious? These thoughts and more moved around his brain like particles, causing him to grow angrier.

She was sick and tired? This was ridiculous. What did she want him to do? Lay down at her feet and purr away every bit of strategy he had? Maybe he'd do that, and improvise along the way.

"Emerald, darling," Crone said, moving nearer to her in a slinking manner befitting a half cat. It would have been like he wasn't moving at all, except, of course, the fact that he was drawing painfully close to the bound, half wolven girl. "I believe that was three questions." The begining of his statement had been calm and collected, but the end was a snarl-- accompanied with a swift movement of his diseased looking fingernails as they pierced through her shirt and flesh just below the rib cage. Crone didn't know why he did it-- he didn't want wolf girl to die, but

"You know," he began, his face ever so close to her own, as he began to drag his nails downward, slowly tearing through skin and muscle, blood billowing across his hands. "Your hair is almost red in the moonlight... kind of like a fox, isn't it?" His words, which could be taken at surface level, was clearly more of a taunt.

A taunt that was carried on a very sinister current. [/color]

[Oceanwolf]

((sorry guys but when em is mad she curses))

When Crone started to approach her, she felt a growl rise up into her throat untill it bubbled out just as his nails dug beneath her skin. Em took in a sharp intake of breath, bitting her bottom lip. She had not expected that, not at all, so she was in a tiny bit of pain. Emerald couldn't help but think of how she would be able to get out of this without making this guy damage her even more.

However, these thoughts faded when she heard him mention her hair and how it resembled a fox. Now normally, this wouldn't bother a person if they were told this, but considering what a certain Fox meant to the wolf girl, this made her furious. Despite the pain that streaked through her form Emerald snarled loudly, snapping at Crone with her teeth.

"DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK ILL OFF MY BABY SISTER YOU SON OF A BITCH!" The wolf girl snarled, a look of murder in her eyes. "THE ASS-HOLES YOU ARE WORKING FOR MURDERED HER!"

The look in the wolf girls eyes was the same look she gave him back in the labs when she was furious at her prey. It was the horrifying battle spirit that she had been trying to hold back in order to get information from crone. Now, All she cared about was ripping his throat out for talking about her baby sister.

((Em doesn't know Ruby is alive)

[Crone (NC113F)]

Now there was the Emerald the knew and loved. The vicious, killer with fire in her eyes. She thought Crone a killer? All she had to do was look in the mirrior to see one. The panther hybrid didn't need to be there.

The sudden outburst, to be honest, had startled him a little-- though he expected it. Still, when the yelling climaxed he twisted his hands a little, the claws slicing through flesh and muscle in an even more excrutiating manner.

Vaguely, the panther realized he was glad he had found a chain that was strong enough to hold her for the moment. Granted, if he pissed her off even more, they might snap. He was glad to be free, and he was going to revel in it-- relaxing and whatnot. For Emmy, however, he'd make an exception. He'd fight her now, physically, mentally, emotionally... in any way he could think of until she realized she didn't want to, and didn't have to fight fight him.

When Emmy had been freed to live her perfect/i] life with her perfect boyfriend, NC113F had continued his rigorous training. He continued to grow in strength and cunning, and remained undefeated-- except by Emmy. He didn't mind that she had beaten him, every one looses a few and she hadn't made it a habit. Perhaps that was where his admiration for her had come from. He was stronger now, than he had been then. He was an alpha of a pride of hybrid felines. How was Emmy? He doubted she had continued to train the way he had been forced to.

He stood, towering a savage six foot seven, above her, a convoluted, cheshire cat grin playing upon his features. This smile was a rare thing, and if Emmy had ever seen it, the number of times could be counted on one hand. And it never spelled good news.

So she though the fox baby was dead? Crone knew that they used her to power things, and had often seen her messing around with paarts to machines. His instincts told him that they wouldn't kill her, unless they absolutely had to. NC113F decided that it was best to tell his sister the truth: that she was alive. With a few liberties, of course.

"Murdered? I thought you were supposed to be the intelligent one." His voice was tainted with mock sympathy that he didn't even try to disguise as sincere. "There is a difference between 'murdered' and 'murdering'. Murdering is slower. Severely painful." He gave a shrug of his shoulders before allowing himself to be seated on the couch again-- his tail swishing back and forth. "and... in the present tense." His eyes, like two black beattles looked back at her, gleaming.

[Oceanwolf]

All of Emerald's normal thoughts and worries of the world had just been blocked by the burning rage that boiled inside of her. Even when pain streaked through her as he twisted his nails, all she could think about was what the Scientests could be doing to Ruby. The fact that she was alive overjoyed her however, the fact that Ruby may be slowly being killed reminded her that she was angrier now than she ever had been before. Ruby had always been on Emerald's mind ever since she had been kidnapped by the men. Even while blood stained her shirt and flowed from her body, all while the bloodlost was making her feel lightheaded, she still thought of her baby sister.

Her laughter, her crying, that adorable way she used to ask Emerald what she was doing and the way she used to worry herself sick over the most minor Injuries Emerald would receive from playing in the woods. Em couldn't help it, she had been very close to Ruby when they were little, when she had found out the fox girl was in the labs Emerald did alot to make sure she was safe, but after she had heard Fusionist had killed her, she thought it was all for not. Now, She found out that Ruby was alive and she was helpless to do anything to help her.

Well maybe she could.

Emerald closed her eyes tightly and let out a realistic sob, concentrating on the lake outside. She started to sob to crone about how she hated him and the labs, wishing she could be anywhere but there. Emerald did this for quite a long time, all while focusing upon the lake outside, she continued this until a smirk crept across her face.

"Bath Time Kitty Cat." The wolf girl told him in a sickeningly sweet tone.

Suddenly a stream of water shot through the door and straight at Crone from his left side, another from his right, actually they were streams of water hurtling towards him at all sides. The pressure from the water was that of a fire hose and If crone was hit by it it would be able to knock him down or knock him straight through the glass window.

[Crone (NC113F)]

She was angry. Good. Crone had always loved her most when she was angry. Soft, fragile Emerald wasn't what he wanted. He wanted violent, strong capable Emerald. And the panther would do what he could to provoke her into it. To keep her that way.

The anger however, melted into a pathetic sorrow-- accompanied with a heaving sob. NC113F furrowed his brows and stared at her as she went on about an array of things. What was this? A play for pity? This wasn't right. This wasn't right at all-- and Crone could feel it. He was uncomfortable, and so he stared at Emmy. What was she doing?

A smirk crept across her face as she looked up, and he knew that something was about to happen. What? What would she do? He glowered back at her smirk-- his eyes a dark expanse of confusion, anger and, somewhere beneath, the reflected the all too human emotion that showed he was hurt by the way she constantly spurned him. It showed that he was hurt by her love for Xelious.

He braced himself as the water hit, but still a terrifying yowl ripped through the air from his throat as the water tore at his flesh. Wolf Girl had spared nothing. The water slammed the tall, thin, hybrid into the back of the couch and experiment NC113F felt something in his spine or ribs crack-- he wasn't sure which as the water through him into the ground on the opposite side of the rickety sofa.

He sputtered and coughed as the water pounded into him with no forseeable end. His dark ears and matted hair were slicked to his head, and his tail was curled around him as best he could. If he took one thing from this whole experience, it would be the fact that he hated water.

[Oceanwolf]

When she heard the yowl Emerald couldn't help but have her smirk widen into a full on grin. She watched him get knocked onto the couch with maniacal glee, wanting to let out a laugh of triumph but managing to hold it in. This turned the Tables for Emerald as she redirected the fallen water to the chains she was bound by with the same amount of force. With this amount of force the chains couldn’t help but give under the sheer pressure setting the wolf girl free.

She was still injured though and that bothered her, despite this though she still wanted to take a moment to relish in her victory. Yes, it was cocky and immature, but for the past few hours she was being tortured by this psychopath so she believed she had every right to be a little angry.

A little really didn’t cover it though so the next segment of Emerald’s anger will be demonstrated by her actions.

The wolf girl snarled at him rather loudly and threw about 5 folding chairs at him, all of them metal and all of them hurt like a bitch to be hit with. Wether they would hit him she didn’t know, all she wanted was to be able to at least knock him out while she went over to the kitchen and pulled out the first aid kit. She was bleeding out far to fast and loosing to much blood, if she allowed this to bleed out much more she would start feeling light headed and loose consciousness. In short she would be a sitting duck to whatever Crone wanted to do to her.

She quickly attempted to bandage up her bleeding torso, most likely doing a halfway decent job of it. However, all she cared about right now was to stop the bleeding so she wouldn’t lose consciousness. Em only hoped that something she threw made contact.

[Crone (NC113F)]

NC113F felt the water cease to tear into him, and he willed himself to move. One of his ribs had definitely cracked-- at the very least. The pain would bring a grown man to tears, but Crone just smiled. There was something sensual about pain-- he wasn't exactly sure what about it, but to NC113F, pain was pleasure. There was no difference between the two. They were interchangable.

Did Emmy honestly think pain would make him crack? When had he ever shown anything but a sick smile and a wince in the face of pain? NC113F didn't beg or plead. NC113F didn't back down. Crone didn't back down.

The black dagger like protrusions that grew twisted and deformed from his hands dug into the over wet wood. Bits of the varnished, store bought flooring peeled and spiraled like a sharpening pencil as NC113F's claws gripped to stablize his body. He wouldn't kill Emmy. That would be to easy for her. He'd maim her. He'd fracture her legs, and she could never leave him behind again. She would never leave him alone again.

With his hair slicked back, the scars from various surgical insisions into his head could be seen near the back of his neck and head. Gleaming, white thin lines that served as a reminder of what A1587O: Oceanwolf had missed, and what NC113F: Crone had been condemned to.

Preparing himself to launch at her, he was suprised as she was somehow free from her chains. He had trouble wrapping himself around the concept that water could break a chain and not break him in the same way. Chains and bars had held him in his entire life. If water destroyed chains and not humans, didn't that mean that humans were stronger? Didn't that mean he could have succeeded in his escape?

Almost simultaneously, an array of folding chairs smashed into his left shoulder-- crushing and splintering the bone. A sneak attack from his (Not Xel's) wolf girl. She was near the kitchen now. Running away from him. Why did she torture him so? She hated him, and he hated her. But... not really. Every moment he spent near her was mental and physical agony, but he couldn't stay away. NC113F did not understand why. But Crone did.

He raked his gnarled claws into the wood, and again it peeled up in spirals like a pencil. He pain in his ribs and spine and shoulder only fueling the pent up rage and mixed up emotions that were the core of NC113F and the large portion of him that was, contrary to popular belief, human. With a flick of his tail, the soaking hybrid was off the ground.

With definite inhuman stamina, the now slick panther was at the top of the couch-- his shattered shoulder barely able to support the weight of his muscle packed body. He winced, but leaped from the sofa toward the kitchen. With the force of his push, the seemingly ancient couch flipped over-- landing on the chair and chains where wolf girl had been trapped.

Just that one leap had located him very near the enterance to the kitchen where the other hybrid was frantically trying to mend herself. The pain in his shoulder had decreased as it grew numb from the pain-- making it near impossible to put weight on. Despite his humanlike build, in moments like these his animalistic nature took over-- walking on all fours like the feral creature he was.

The olive skinned "prodigy" surged forward on three limbs-- the one that was injured bent at an awkward and painful angle so that it was out of the way. He didn't know what he was doing. His actions weren't concious decisions. But on three wobbly legs he leapt at the wolf girl again, trying to do anything to keep her from escaping. Trying to do anything to keep her from running away.