*Zapper wakes*
Ugh... Whe- AGH! MY SHIN!!
*Tries to reach down to hold it, but finds arm to be unmovable*
I'm... Chained up? Where...?
*Two mercs enter the small room he's in*
"Hello... Boy."
"Or should we call you... Is Zapper what you go by now?"
"Or would you prefer your true name... Lance Nicolson?"
*Zapper's eyes widen*
"Haha, so that is his name!"
"I know all about you Mr. Nicolson. All about your family, all about your past, all about your... job."
Wh-what?
"I'm an ex-military man, Mr. Nicolson. I served at 51 for a long time. I know ALL the secrets there. A lot about... This infection origin, Roswell, the wolves... and YOU."
Y-you know nothing...
"You're quite right. There are no records of your experiments. I need some records. This is a war with two very different factions, factions that you know a lot about. I. Need. In. For. Ma. Tion. Give me a cure. *He pulls out a knife* Give me a virus that can kill them."
No! I won't! I can't!
"Alright... Boys! Bring him in!"
*Two leather covered mercs enter the room, holding a cage with a werewolf in it*
"This used to be my second-in-command, Lance. He's very, very, hungry. Now, tell me how to cure him, or kill him, and all of his kind. Or... You can be his meal."
*The merc undoes his hand and brings it towards the cage*
"Last chance, Lance!"
NO! Don't! I can't be cured! Please!
"Oh we-"
*Zapper kicks him in the shin with his good leg, wrenches his hand free, grabs knife, stabs main merc*
"Agh..."
"Oh sh-"
*Zapper stabs two mercs, throws knife into last one's neck, cage falls to ground, werewolf jumps out*
Dammit!
*Werewolf bites tip of his right pinky finger, Zapper breaks free, grabs silver knife from a cageholder's belt, stabs wolf in head*
No... It bit me! I'm finished! Unless...
*Look at knife, then at finger*
I don't let the venom get to my body!
*Cuts off pinky finger*
AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
