It all started with Ahmet Benici. The World's lead scientist published his findings that the laws that govern our world would change so drastically human life would not be possible. It was his findings that urged the U.S government to begin a secret project, Project New World. The purpose of this project was to save humanity from its impending doom. So I invite you visitor, whoever you are it doesn't really matter. Come, sit down at your keyboard and tell me, what role are you going to play in this story?
Setting
There are many rumors and stories to be told about the city of Chase. Stories and tales rise from the mysterious forest that borders its northern side. There's big talk of some government project happening on the other side, but no one can know for sure. The small town has a rather sparse population of 20,000 people and is kept isolated from its neighboring town by Wyers lake.
In terms of time, this site will follow real time to accommodate for the short life expectancies of compound patients. The current month is December, the year 2062.
Note: Please note this site is rated PG-13.
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Feral barely managed to keep on his feet as he felt the tug on his shirt collar pulling him back. He started to growl, turn to strike at him next, but stopped when he recognized the baton pressing into his back, causing him to freeze in place. Fuck.
By then the other guard had pulled himself up, about to say something when Rowan told the both of them to shut up. What?! He looked rather angry, but far too embarrassed to argue at the moment. It seemed the two would have it out for each other, preferably when Rowan was not around to stop them. "Whatever." he mutters, brushing the snow off of him. He'd just have a colorful report on this freak later on, figuring out a way to make him pay for disrespecting him like that! As far as Rowan was concerned, there unfortunately wasn't much he could do about him, at least for now.
As for Feral, he snarled as Rowan held onto him tighter, preventing him from moving towards him or even away from that baton that he'd threatened him with. He could argue, even was about to attempt to point out the guard had actually started it, but instead growled again. But he seemed to be obeying for the most part, noting the seriousness of the teen's tone, not saying a single word as he instead tried to tear himself from his grip. He just wanted to get out of here. He'd rather deal with punishment than have to spend another second with these two.
At lest now, Ronan could thank the guard. Using the baton once had proven it to be a useful intimidation factor. But Ronan would never stun him now, not with the baton pressed against his spine. He was no intelligent doctor or anything, but electrocuting someone's spine had to have some unhealthy drawbacks. Oh well.
The guard's grip grew tight as Feral tried to pull away. "Oh no you don't," he was going nowhere unless he wanted to keep walking. His peer's reaction didn't surprise him in the slightest, though it worried him. As far as Ronan was concerned the man could do great things to him in his father's eyes. Whether the senior wolf would give him any credit was another story.
"Let's go," without relinquishing his grip Ronan led them back towards the compound. Trudging through the snow he had little room for balance, griping Feral with one had and the baton steady in another. He tried not to rely on the freak ahead too much for his balance. Feral probably wouldn't appreciate if he toppled them over.
This was ridiculous! What were they thinking he was going to do? Run? Even if he wanted to try, he wouldn't get too far with his ankle in it's state. But, no, Rowan's grip didn't falter and when the beast tried to pull away he only held him tighter. Needless to say Feral was getting more frustrated, growling anew, constant like a roaring engine. But he didn't try anything, tempted as he might be. That baton was still out and he had enough of it's shock for one day. But was holding him really necessary?
Apparently so because it was time to go and the teen still had his hold on him as he lead him towards the compound. "You can fucking let go..." he snarls, so much for shutting up. "I'm not going to run." Ah yes, but could they really trust his word? Probably not. But it was worth a shot. The other guard groaned loudly however, clearly wanting to say something, but not wanting to get started with Rowan either. Unfortunately they had to work together and not fuck things up, he at least was aware of that. Even though he really wanted to punch the freak's teeth out.
It was fairly obvious that Rowan was having balance issues, the freak groaning himself when he felt his weight shift onto him every once in a while. "You're gonna fucking fall!" he growls. How sweet! Caring about him? Hardly. He just didn't want to be dragged down with him. He's had enough of falling down too.
"It's just a precaution. Stop whining." If Feral wanted him to let go, maybe he shouldn't have tried that mad dash earlier. Honestly, he was lucky Rowan didn't hand cuff them together! Come to think about it, maybe they were both lucky the idea hadn't crossed the guards mind yet. He'd probably lose the key. So holding onto Feral as a 'precaution' and for balance, he trudged wearily through the snow. Did the freak have to talk so much? Well, Rowan didn't mind the talking but the complaining was another thing entirely.
He didn't appreciate Feral's criticism either, finger hovering over the stun baton. But could he really zap him for a comment like that? Not really. with a roll of his eyes he only continued forth. "At least I'll have a nice cushion,". Though Feral wouldn't be much of a cushion, he didn't look as though he had much meet on his bones.
Shooting the glance a warning look, but relieved he hadn't said a word, Rowan finally spoke up as they reached the compound. "Radio the next shift. Tell them we will rendez-vous at the infirmary." There was no 'please' or 'thank you'. As far as he was concerned, it could have been an order. The other might outrank him in experience, but in time he would outrank him in status, not that he went waving this around or anything.
Stop whining? Well he wasn't whining, he was just stating facts, and he most certainly wouldn't stop just because this pampered little shit told him to. But, of course, at the moment Feral was more bark than he was bite, still well aware of the stun baton and the other teen's growing frustration. If he weren't careful, he could set him off and get another shock. So why was he still talking? Because he was stubborn and too proud to submit, especially to this guy who willingly started working for these bastards, knowing what they do to patients. He was the worst of the worst in the freak's eyes.
And yet... Even he recognized this guard was different than the others. Did that make him any less annoyed? Of course not, but it was something of note. Were this any other guard, twitchy for example, he'd probably be gasping for air, trying to endure their punishments. This guy, though close to a breaking point, was showing restraint. It could very well be the fact Benici wouldn't take too well to it though. He growled at the thought as he continued to trek forward, trying to keep his own balance and support Rowan at the same time.
The beast merely huffed at his claim he'd be a good cushion. Yeah he'd probably change his mind about that were they to actually fall. He wouldn't take too kindly to being squashed and those claws would certainly come out.
Eventually they'd reach the Compound and by then Feral had returned to being completely silent, merely seething as he glared at the entrance. He wasn't too eager to go back inside, not knowing what would be waiting for him there. The other guard, though not feeling much better about the situation as a whole, didn't object to radioing the next guards who were lucky enough to be taking the little fuck off their hands. While he did that, Feral decided to open his mouth again. "Tired of me already? About fucking time." he muttered. He considered complaining about the infirmary, ready to claim he didn't need it, but opted against it. He'd much rather waste time with them before the next guards had their chance to deal with him.
The compound! Freedom! It was odd anyone would associate the two together, but freedom from his shift also meant freedom from his stiff guard uniform and irritable peer. The sooner they dropped Feral off at the infirmary, Rowan planned on disappearing to his own room in the company of a mug of tea and a big book. He had plans, very important ones, and now that he was looking forwards to his free time, he expected Feral to behave and not mess things up.
Arching a brow at Feral's comment, he simply added more force to his back, pushing him along a little faster than before. "Let's go, today." He muttered with a roll of his eyes. Careful not to irritate the freak's ankle too much, he pushed Feral along at a steady enough pace, getting them to the infirmary in half the time needed. Freedom was so close...
When they reached the infirmary, Rowan turned to the other guard in question. "Would you like to give the report?" In the end, his father would expect a personal report from him anyways, but the junior guard had no desire to risk angering his colleague by assuming he was above him. If the senior guard hadn't been 'needed elsewhere' this wouldn't be a problem. Now, it was just awkward.
