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Raven Wolf - 05 - The Abandoned - Chapter 08

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Chapter Eight

Several young children that shared both features of Wilds as well as True Bloods are the product of the ‘Genetically Controlled True Blood Hybrid’ experiments that were taking place in this wing of the facility. All of the children are dressed in the same light pink gown, while the doctors and care givers have on the same long white coats.

This is the recreation room in the facility, many of the children play with each other, sharing the toys or craft supplies that they have been given to help them pass the time. One of these children though sits alone, secluding himself from the others as he simply sits there, not speaking or doing anything. He has short black hair and a wolf like tail and ears, and he holds a frown on his face and a tired look in his eyes.

“Are you Fenrir?”

The child turns towards the voice that had called his name to find a well dressed man in uniform standing near him. “Who are you?”

The man kneels down next to him. “I am General Memphis Zephyr, one of the leaders of the True Blood Military.”

The title seems to make Fenrir uneasy and his shifts away from him, Zephyr assures him that there is nothing for him to be afraid of. “It’s just a title there’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m still human after all.”

“What do you want with me?”

“I’ve come to meet you, I hope that the two of us can get to know one another.”

“Why?”

“Well, because I’m your father.”

Fenrir looks him over, that doesn’t sound right. “My father was a Wild, I got my ears and tail from him.”

Zephyr nods his head that true enough. “Yes, but my wife is your mother, so legally that would make me your stepfather.”

“Why would you call yourself my father if we’re not blood related?”

“Does it matter that I’m not related to you by blood?”

“For a lot of people it does… I’ve never seen any stepfather or stepmother come to visit anyone here. You’re the first one you know.”

“I feel myself lucky to have someone like you, I can’t have children of my own you know, me and Rebecca have been planning for you for a very long time.”

Fenrir shifts to the side as he begins to look around him at the laboratory he is in. “Does that mean you’re going to take me out of here?”

Zephyr shakes his head no. “I can’t do that right now, there’s still a lot of unknown variables that may cause complications to you and the other children here. Your development needs to be heavily monitored.” Fenrir looks to the side Zephyr continues. “Eventually though, you’ll be able to leave this place and I’ll be able to take you home, for now though you will have to wait.”

Fenrir gives a slight nod of his head, Zephyr now begins to question him. “The doctors have informed me that you seclude yourself from the other hybrids, do you not get along with them?”

Fenrir shakes his head no. “I don’t dislike them… I just don’t like the games they play. Everyone here is a girl and their games stupid, and they talk about silly things.”

“I think you should try to get along with them regardless, you’ll be miserable your whole time here if you don’t.”

“Why do you care?”

“Because I am your father, and I want you to grow up well.”

Fenrir remains in his spot not moving, Zephyr tries to come up with some way for him to follow his suggestion. “If you go over there and talk to them, I’ll give you something you can have, whatever you want just name it, as long as it is within reason of course.”

Fenrir looks over to him knowing exactly what he wants without having to think about it. “I want blue clothes.”

Zephyr stares at him a little surprised by the request. “Blue clothes…?”

Fenrir nods his head as he looks out towards the others. “We have to wear the same robes because of the all the tests we have to do, I don’t care if it’s still the same thing as everyone else I just don’t want it to be pink anymore. I hate the colour pink.”

Zephyr laughs at the request. “I can have that arranged for you.” He gets to his feet motion for Fenrir to get to his as well. “Now, how about you go and talk to them.”

Fenrir stares at the others for a moment, eventually getting to his feet and making his way over to speak to them.


Fenrir opens his eyes to find himself lying in a white bed in an all too familiar room, he is back in the wing that houses the Genetically Controlled True Blood Hybrid experiments. He lets out a groan upon realizing where he is, absolutely hating this place. “I better not be in one of the pink gowns…”

He sits up in his bed looking down at himself, much to his relief he is in a blue gown. He winces as he holds onto his chest, a sharp pain had gone through his body when he had sat up, Fenrir lightly lifts the medical gown from his body to see bandages wrapped around his body, they are covering a bullet wound that he had taken to his chest.

The sliding glass door to his room opens as the Commander General walks inside, looking over to the monitors and giving them a look before coming to a stop by Fenrir’s beside. “How are you feeling?”

Fenrir looks over to Zephyr. “Hi dad.” He holds his hand over the bullet wound. “I feel terrible.”

“You were out for a couple hours, I was starting to worry that you had been hurt more seriously than I had been told.”

Fenrir seems somewhat concerned. “They didn’t use the Nano Machines on me did they?”

Zephyr begins to explain. “No, they have a record of the medical complications that occurred the last time they were used on you, they wouldn’t use them again.”

Fenrir lets out a sigh. “That’s good, but I guess that also means that I’ll be stuck here until I heal then?”

“They just need to monitor you. Once they’re sure that there are no risks of complications then they’ll release you. You’ll be free to come home.” He looks Fenrir over. “Have you been taking your medication?”

Fenrir nods his head. “Of course, I never miss a day of it.”

“That’s good.” Zephyr looks to some folders that he is holding. “The group that shot you managed to escape, after you went down the rest of the guards immediately went to your aid and ignored the intruders, allowing them to escape.”

Fenrir lets out a sigh. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to get hit or cause that much trouble.”

“You’ve nothing to be sorry about, the other guards were afraid that I would have their heads if you were to die. A fear that is not unfounded. I’m just happy that you’re alive, and that you’re safe.”

Zephyr begins to explain. “The group that attacked you was a decoy, while you were fighting them another group infiltrated the facility and took the Lightning Source from us.”

“How did they get in?”

“They had the help of a very skilled computer hacker, one that cannot be traced. Very few people are capable of such skill, so I believe I know the individual that was involved. I will be paying him a visit soon.”

“Sounds like you have a lot of work ahead of you.”

Zephyr nods his head yes. “The next few days are going to keep me busy, you are more likely to be home before I’ll get the chance to go back home.”

“Any idea where Teddy is?”

“Not at the moment, but he’s somewhere in the city I’m sure, he’s in the hands of the resistance who are made up of True Bloods, they can’t leave without getting themselves killed by the outside contaminants, they have no choice but to remain within the protection of this fortress. We’ll find him though, it’s not easy to hide a wild with his description in our city.”

He gets up to leave, taking one last look at the monitors displaying Fenrir’s health. “I have to go, I just wanted to make sure that you were alright.”

Fenrir watches his father leave, he lets out a sigh as he lays back down in bed.

*******


Teddy looks around him, having traveled with the group from the resistance for a very long time, they have made their way through the True Blood’s city, to a building that goes even deeper underground, Teddy is now on a large service elevator that is taking him and the rest of the group down into the working underbelly of the city.

Teddy looks over the machines as the platform passes by them, they look to be the machines that supply their cities air, power, heat and other necessities.

Teddy begins to pull at the collar of his shirt, it’s steamy and sweltering hot down here, hardly able to breath as he now begins to pant for air.

One of the resistance members looks over to him. “Hold on a little longer, we’re almost there.”

The elevator comes to a stop at a platform, several warning lights flash as a loud buzzing sound plays to signal that the elevator has made it to this floor, the group makes their way off of it.

Teddy jumps back startled when a large machine near the elevator begins to move, a loud stomping sound accompanied by a vibration filling the ground as what looks like a huge moving robot makes its way onto the elevator that had arrived.

The elevator begins moving to the lower levels once the large device is secured on it.

One of the resistance members speaks up explaining to Teddy what he has just seen. “The heat you’re feeling right now is from the machines down below, they’re too hot to work at or perform maintenance on without those protective suits, the air isn’t particularly friendly there either.”

Teddy is genuinely surprised. “There’s someone in that thing?”

“If that one scares you then you don’t want to see the ones the military have for combat use. That one is just a suit for workers.”

The group continues to lead Teddy along until they reach the door to a facility that is on this floor, the air grows cooler and more breathable as they make their way inside, Teddy lets out a sigh of relief having thought that he might pass out from the heat if he had to stay in it any longer.

They make their way down several halls until they reach a large room where several others are, each of these individuals are at a computer working, all but one member of the group that had come to get Teddy leaves, the group’s leader is the only one that remains. He walks up to a table in the center of the room, where a holographic display lights up, a black image is all that can be seen. “The mission was a success, we secured the Lightning Source just as requested. Unfortunately the operation didn’t go as smoothly as planned. Our locksmith ignored your orders in regards to the Super Soldier, and we didn’t have time to wait and were separated.”

A strange voice begins to play, the person this man is talking to chose to mask the sound and tone of his voice so that it cannot be recognized. “We’ll try to avoid any missions that will require her help then, this is the second time she as acted against my orders, if she will not listen then she then she is only a danger to us and our goal, regardless of what her skills might be.”

There is a pause, the voice speaks up once more. “Is that the Lightning Source?”

The man looks back to Teddy. “Yes, that’s him.”

“Let me talk to him.”

The man motions for the wolf to step forward, Teddy approaches the table as he looks up toward the black screen. “Who are you? And what do you want with me?”

“My name is not one that I can say casually, but you along with everyone else you may call me Blue. I am the leader of the Resistance who seeks a new life for the True Bloods, a Revolution. As for what I want from you, there is nothing that I desire. Of course I know that you are the Lightning Source and that you may be capable of great power, but I do not intend to use that as my own. I brought you here so that my enemies would not have that power and use it against me.”

Teddy looks around him. “So basically I went from one prison to another?”

“I am sorry if it feels that way to you, that, of course, was not my intent. You are a unique individual who cannot yet control the power that has been contained inside of you. You needed to be brought somewhere such outbursts should they occur could be managed, where the safety of my men and yourself could be assured.”

“The city power house is the best place to store you for the time being, the workers that are here are used to dealing with problematic power surges that would prove dangerous to those with inexperience. It will also keep the military from easily finding you if you do have one, there will be no hotspots to pin point you with because you’re already in a hot zone.”

“How long do you intend to keep me down here?”

“As long as we too, how short or long that time may be I cannot say. You will be kept in a room that you will not be able to leave, my men will take care of you and make sure that you have everything you may want or need. Not everyone that works at that facility is a part of the resistance so you must keep from being spotted. I apologize if it feels like another cage, for now though it is all that I can provide.”

Teddy hangs his head, not looking forward to this at all. “What about Zack? The Super Soldier that girl stayed behind to release. Is he okay?”

“I don’t know, but I will have one of my men bring all information regarding him to you as soon as it becomes available. Until then you will have to wait.” The transmission ends, the black screen disappearing.

The resistance member that had brought Teddy here motions for Teddy to follow him. “I’ll take you to your quarters, this way please.”

Teddy reluctantly turns towards him as he begins heading out of the room, he is rather unsure about this, not liking the idea of following the requests of a person and agenda that he knows nothing about. If there is one positive thing that can be said about the military is that even if their methods are questionable they do what they do to protect their people, organizations like this though were not always built from such a mindset.

*******


Zephyr is sitting at a table across from Fenrir, Fenrir is now dressed in a blue medical gown instead of a pink one. He is now taking apart and putting together a pen as he converses with his father.

It has been two years since Zephyr has started coming to visit him when he had the time. Zephyr finds that Fenrir is often more interested in fiddling with things like this than he was playing with any of the toys provided here.

Zephyr looks out to the other hybrids that are in the room. “Have you been talking to the others like you said you would?”

Fenrir nods his head. “Yeah… but they still talk about silly things.” He looks up to his dad. “One of them has a crush on some blonde movie star more than twice her age. Her mom bought her posters of him to put all over her room. It’s scary.”

Zephyr chuckles to himself while Fenrir continues. “There’s a group of them that likes to play make believe that they’re their favourite boy band. They always try to make me be Justin D. Then there’s another bunch that just want to play dolls all day.”

“You are having a lot of trouble fitting in here.”

“Hard to do when none of them like anything that I do.”

Zephyr begins to question him. “What do you like?”

“I don’t know… nothing they like anyway. Sometimes I read books I guess.”

Zephyr points something out that he had noticed since coming here. “I noticed you always have your hair cut short when I come here.”

“I don’t like it long, it makes me look girly.”

“This is something I’ve always found curious, why are you so afraid of looking like a girl?

“Why would I want to look like a girl?”


Fenrir is sitting up in his hospital bed reading through an electronic book, his nurse enters the room and speaks up to get his attention. “I need to redress your wounds, it’ll only take a moment you can go back to reading before you know it.”

Fenrir puts the tablet down. “It’s alright, whatever it takes for me to get better and out of this place.”

He watches as the nurse walks around his bed coming to his side, she moves his medical gown out of the way so that she can get to the wound, she gives him a look over before she starts. “I read your medical charts, and I hope this is not too personal but I have to ask, what made you get the operation? The one that made you look like this I mean.”

Fenrir looks to the side, this question is common for anyone that looked at his medical files, the nurse quickly hushes herself. “I’m sorry, that was rude of me, just pretend like I never said anything.”

A confused look fills her face as she takes Fenrir’s bandages off. “That’s strange…” She leaves his side moving to the computer in the room that had his medical chart to double check something.

Fenrir is confused by her reaction. “What’s strange?” He looks down to his wound to find that it was no longer an open wound, a faint scar where it had been is all that is left. A look of panic fills Fenrir’s face as he turns to the nurse. “You guy weren’t supposed to use the Nano Machines!!”

The nurse shakes her head as she goes through his file. “We didn’t, there’s nothing in your file saying that you received that kind of treatment.” She quickly makes her way back to him checking the current IV drip that he had attached to him. “Someone must have mixed up the medications, it’s impossible for you to have healed that quickly without them.”

She moves over to a cabinet, unlocking it and taking out a needle to draw blood, she uses it to take a sample from Fenrir. “I’m sorry about this, I’ll have your doctor know about this right away so that he can fix it.”

*******


Commander General Zephyr is making his way through a long hallway filled with doors, several children, each with their own small robots following along after him staring at him as he walks by, one of the droids speaks up to lecture the gawking child. “-Mind your manners, members of the military are meant to be respected not stared at, they do a lot so that you can have the comforts you get-”

Zephyr doesn’t pay much notice to the comment, it happens often when he comes here, he is a rather intimidating figure while children of soldiers are more likely to find themselves orphaned than a child whose parents stay within the safety of the city all day. Their parents respect and honour to the other soldiers are very often carried within the small robots by the copies of their memories that are given to the small robots that look after the children they've left behind when they die.

He comes to a stop in front of one of the rooms, reading the number on it over before knocking on the door, a child’s voice from inside gives him permission to enter. “Come in.”

The door slides open revealing a small room that only has a bed, desk and a dresser in it, a ten year old boy with short blond hair sits at the desk in the room, goggles covering his eyes to protect him from sparks as he uses a welder to fix and shape a small cat like robot that is lying inactive on his desk.

Zephyr looks over the small robot, knowing that to be the boy’s parental droid. “What happened to your dad Masters?”

A voice comes from the computer that is also on the boy’s desk, the voice that usually belongs to the robot like cat now comes from the computer, the program has been moved while the repairs to its body are being made. “-I fell victim to the bullies in the yard again, they think my design is silly and like to bother Adrian about it. More often than not I get myself kicked or thrown by them and Adrian is left to fix me up again-”

Adrian doesn’t look up from his work. “They’re just jealous cause you’re so much more awesome than they’re stupid parental droids.”

“-Perhaps you should give me a much larger body, one that resembles a very large, very mean dog. If I looked like that than perhaps they would think twice about targeting me-”

“I like cats… they remind me of my mom.”

Zephyr clears his throat to get the boy’s attention. “Funny thing about True Blood computer hackers, the ones that work for the military are very good at doing their jobs, very little do they run into the problem where a hacker that has attacked our system cannot be traced, which in itself can be used as a way of tracking them as well, as there are so very few capable of doing that, you being one of them.”

Adrian doesn’t look up from his work. “One of the few yes, thing is if there’s nothing to trace there’s also no evidence to use against those few hackers, so even if you do know who it was there’s nothing you can do to pin them, must be frustrating.”

“I know it was you that helped the Resistance infiltrate the laboratories last night, I’m not here to convict you because as you said I have no physical evidence against you. I only need names.”

The voice on the computer speaks up. “-The Commander General has no devices on him that are capable of recording this conversation, and even if he did he wouldn’t do anything to you, you’re a valuable commodity to the military after all, their best line of defence against attacks of the computer variety-”

Adrian stops his work turning his chair around and taking off his safety goggles. “I don’t have names. When they contacted me they didn’t give me any information like that. Just told me what they needed done and how much they would pay me to do it. I don’t know why they wanted him or where they took him, and I especially don’t know how they got the information about the Lightning Source. However they got information it wasn’t through means of a computer, the only hacker that has been in the military system for the past nine months has been me. I would have spotted anyone else.”

“Why did you accept the job?”

“The pay check was big, and it honestly didn’t seem like anything that would really hinder the military much. I mean you haven’t caught the other sources yet, so you can’t even use the Lightning Source in the way you intend to, I mean you can’t exactly make a whole other planet just with him right? And it’s not like the resistance can go very far with him, they’re still True Bloods so they have to stay in the city. In reality all I really did was get paid an obscene amount of money for doing something that would mildly irritate the military, if you keep that in mind you’ll realize that it was a pretty hard offer for me to pass up.”

Zephyr frowns at the response he has gotten. “My son was shot and wounded in the attack, and another test subject was taken as well, one that was needed and is very important to our current ongoing research.”

Adrian looks to the side. “Yeah, that wasn’t exactly part of the  plan, one of the members of the resistance went all rouge and took the Super Soldier on her own, as for your son, I don’t know anything about that, all I knew about the plan were the orders that I was supposed to follow.”

“How much did they offer you?”

Adrian smiles at the question. “Enough to hire me.”

“No more jobs for them, even if you think it will cause me nothing than a minor annoyance, because that is far from what this situation has caused me.”

Adrian shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe the military needs to take better care of me, then I wouldn’t feel the need to go accepting handouts from other people.”

“You are not untouchable Masters. I have been lenient towards you and looked the other way because of the extensive and irreplaceable work your father has done for the True Bloods and your age, but this is your last warning. You cannot do whatever you want! You have an alliance with the military and if you are not going to prove loyal than I will personally see to it that you are locked up and never put within a hundred feet of a computer or any kind of mechanical device ever again. Do anything to meddle in military affairs and it will be over for you, especially if anything you do results in my son being harmed!”

The voice from the computer speaks up to apologize to the Commander General. “-I am sorry for the trouble Adrian has caused you. I will do my best to make sure that he does not do it again-”

Adrian nods his head as he turns around, putting his safety glasses on and getting back to work. “Yeah, yeah I got you. I’ll be good from now on… well, maybe not good, but I’ll at least stay away from the requests that might pit me up against the military.”

Zephyr is about to say something but stops when a phone at his side beeps to inform him that he is getting a call. He answers it after reading who is phoning him, it is the department that he had left Fenrir in. “What is it?”

“There’s been a problem with Fenrir’s treatment, you need to come down here right away.”

*******


Zack looks around the yard he is in, it a large junk yard full of scraps of metal and other garbage, this the place that Ember had taken them after they had made their escape. The skunk is not out of the test subject clothes he had been in from the facility and is now dressed in the simple clothes that they would give the Wild workers.

Ember approaches him, having left him for a moment to get something, she lifts an electric collar up to him to place around his neck, Zack quickly jumps back from her before she is able to do so. “I just got out of one of those! I’m not going back in one!”

Ember frowns at him. “Relax will you! It’s not going to hurt you alright! This one is broken, has absolutely no power left in it so it can’t do anything.” She points towards the other wild workers, each one of them having to wear a collar. “If you want to blend in and keep from being spotted you have to put in on. Someone is going to know that something is up if they spot a worker without a collar on.”

Zack crosses his arms. “So you’re making me some kind of slave now?”

Ember shakes her head no. “No, just making you look like one as best I can so that if you are spotted you’ll be mistaken as one. If I put you out on the fields they’re going to know you don’t belong because of that identification number tattooed on the inside of your ear.”

She tries once again to put the collar on, Zack reluctantly allows her to do so, Ember closes the collar and locks it around his neck. He tugs at it for a moment, it indeed feels different from the last collar he had on, it is a lot lighter, possibly from the electrical box being removed.

“How long do you expect me to lie low out here for?”

Ember looks to the side, she’s not really sure. “I have no idea… Blue promised a revolution, but he’s still working towards it I guess. Until that happens there’s not many ways out of this city.”

“Not many, so there are ways?”

Ember nods her head yes. “Well… sort of… but not really. There’s really only two groups of people that have the clearance to leave, Members of the military, and the high class cultivators.”

Zack seems confused. “There’s different classes of servants?”

Ember shakes her head no. “No, it just means their owned by the high class. You see food that is grown or hunted on the earth’s surface tastes a hundred times better than any that is produced in the underground fields and farms, at least that’s what I’m told anyway.” She looks to the side. “Must be true though, they pay the caretakers of the cultivators that go up there a pretty penny to get it after all.”

She looks over to Zack. “I guess the only other way is to be dead… Wilds and failed experiments like you get thrown in the incinerator. That’s how you got out the first time right? You woke up in cold storage while you waited for your turn in the incinerator.”

Zack turns away from her not really wanting to think about it, there is not much that he can do about it now that it has been mentioned though. He turns to Ember trying to steer the topic in another direction. “So what do you have against the Military that you’ll try and fight against it?”

Ember crosses her arms. “Same thing anyone in the Resistance does! We’re prisoners in this city! We want out!”

Zack nods his head understanding that. “I understand that… but you don’t work well with other Resistance members, they seem to want to escape and are cautious, you though, you prioritize attacking the military over your goal.”

“I do not!”

Zack crosses his arms. “That’s why you got me out isn’t it? Because I could be a useful weapon against the military if given the chance, you didn’t care that the Resistance didn’t want me or that I may endanger and compromise them, you just wanted an effective weapon.”

Ember glares back at him. “I didn’t hear you complaining when I rescued you!”

“Yeah? Well I bet I’ll hear you complain if I turn around and never come back here.”

Ember frowns in annoyance. “You can’t do that I need you!”

Zack points to himself. “I’m a soldier! Not a weapon!” Ember falls silent as she looks to the side while Zack continues to explain. “If you want my help then you had better give me the courtesy of explaining why you need me to help you.”

Ember doesn’t respond, she nervously picks at her nails as she debates on whether or not she should speak up or not, Ember lets out a sigh as she finally chooses to respond. “I’m a candidate for the ‘Genetically Controlled True Blood Hybrid’ program…”

Zack doesn’t seem to recognize the name. “Genetically Controlled True Blood Hybrid?”

Ember nods her head. “It’s a mouthful I know… most people just call them Hybrids, or Half Bloods if they’re trying to be mean. That’s what my boyfriend Fenrir is, you know… the Lightning Source’s guard.”

Zack nods his head knowing Fenrir. “The half True Blood half Wild kid.”

Ember continues to explain. “That project is very prestigious, only very specific people are allowed in, and of those people only those with a certain combination of compatible DNA and genes are applicable, if these aren’t a certain type then of offspring will just be a human or a wild instead of a mix of both. My father entered me in the program because you can get a lot of money if you have the DNA they need and are chosen, and I guess mine went through.”

Zack thinks this over. “So it’s basically a high class breeding program.”

“You see why I would have a problem with that!?” She sighs to herself. “Though I guess if I wasn’t in the program I never would have met Fenrir… and I don’t have anything against Wilds or the Genetically Controlled True Blood Hybrids, but still… that kind of thing should be my choice right? Not my father’s and the militaries.”

Zack places his hand on his chin. “Where do they get the Wilds from? You explained how they pick out the True Bloods but what about the Wilds and Domestics?”

“They’re the same subjects that are used to harvest DNA from to make the Super Soldiers, when they weren’t proving useful for the Super Solider project that befell one of three fates. The ones that had become too week from the experimenting were destroyed, while the ones that were still strong were sent to join the other workers in the fields or mines, the lucky ones that carried the compatible DNA strands were moved to the Hybrid project.”

Zack continues to question her about this. “Do all members of this project end up in the military afterword?”

Ember shakes her head no. “No, even though their parents often do the hybrids usually get as far away as they, bad memories from being raised in a laboratory I guess. Fenrir’s the only one I know that stayed in the Military, but that’s probably because the Commander General is his father. He was a pretty loyal soldier to his dad too, up until I came into his life and corrupted him by taking him to the dark side six months ago.”

Zack lets out a sigh. “Sounds like you’re going to be the death of him.”

“Hey!! I turned him into a good guy alright! Geeze…”

*******


“You can have anything that you want. What will it be?”

Fenrir looks from his book and over to his father that has come once again to pay him a visit, he is now in his mid teens. “What?”

Zephyr begins to explain. “You’re coming home to live with me and your mother, you’ll finally be leaving this place. As celebration I will get you anything you might want, within reason of course.”

Fenrir glances to the side. “There’s nothing that I really want… just being out of this place and in a real home would be good enough.”

“There must be something you want. You can’t tell me that you’ve lived your whole life never wanting anything.”

Fenrir mumbles to himself. “Nothing that would be in reason anyway…”

“What did you say?”

Fenrir shakes his head as he gets to his feet. “To never come back here will work.”

Zephyr shakes his head no. “I can’t exactly promise that, I have no choice but to take you here for checkups or if you’re ever hurt. They won’t be long visits though just a few hours at the most instead of a few years.”

“Don’t be shy just tell me what it is you want. A car, a television in your room, a pet, anything just name it.”

“What I want isn’t going to fall ‘within reason.”

Zephyr crosses his arms. “Oh? Try me.”

“No!”

“You don’t think I would let you have it?”

“No I don’t!”

Zephyr lets out a sigh. “Is there something wrong with a father wanting to give his kid a gift in celebration of accomplishing something?”

Fenrir lets out a sigh. “Fine then get me a TV for my room or whatever you said.”

“Is that what you really want?”

“Yeah sure.”

“You’re not likely to run into this chance again, are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Yes!”

Zephyr turns away from him. “Alright then, a television it is.”

Zephyr begins on his way, preparing to leave for the day, Fenrir turns back to him before he leaves and yells after him. “I want to look like what I am on the inside on the outside as well!”

His father looks back to Fenrir, Fenrir looks to the ground as he clarifies what he has said. “I hate being a girl… I want to be a boy…”


Zephyr is standing among several doctors as they go over the charts, Zephyr glances back at Fenrir as he paces back and forth in front of his room, one of the doctors speaks up to get his attention back to them. “We double checked everything we gave him, he wasn’t given any Nano Machines.”

Zephyr seems confused that does not make any sense. “Then how did he heal so quickly?”

“It wasn’t anything we did, Fenrir healed on his own.”

“How?”

The doctors all look to one another. “We don’t know, it wasn’t an outside source that did this.” One of the doctors looks back to Fenrir. “Whatever it is it’s unique to him, none of the hybrids that have been hurt have been able to heal this quickly. We’ll need to look into it further, we’re looking into the files of his parents, so see if this might be genetic.”

Zephyr leaves the group of doctors heading over to Fenrir’s room, Fenrir stops his pacing when he sees his father enter, Zephyr speaks in a reassuring voice. “You’re all right, no one messed anything up.”

Fenrir holds his hand to his chest. “Then what happened to the wound!?”

His father explains the little that he knows about it. “They think it healed on its own.”

Fenrir doesn’t easily believe this. “That’s impossible.”

“They’ll find out exactly what it is, until then you stay here where you can be monitored.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Raven Wolf - 05 - The Abandoned - Chapter 07
Raven Wolf - 05 - The Abandoned - Chapter 09
Book 5 in the Raven Wolf series.

Due to human negligence the world as we know it has ended and been reborn. The animal spirits that guide man giving them the forms of animals so that they would be able to survive in this new wilderness. Though now carrying the form of beasts man has not forgotten the place they once had, as an existence greater then just what nature wanted of them, an existence above all.

Those that worked to gain their humanity are known as domestics, while those who wished to follow the rolls the spirits had given them were known as wilds. Both groups grew arrogant and hateful of one another, the wilds saw the domestics as selfish monsters, for they were returning to the ways that had once destroyed the world, while the domestics saw the wilds as primitive beings afraid of progress, they no better than wild animals.

The raven and the wolf spirits grew tired of the destruction and fighting, and sided with the wilds in their ideals, the domestics only capable of further destroying nature. In their anger they marked a tribe of wilds with a curse, they being removed from the sacred circle of life, unable to hunt or grow their own food, their souls never able to move on while their bodies are unable to return to the earth when they died. The curse upon them only broken once the domestics are gone once and for all. The cursed tribe now known to all by the name of the spirits whom cursed them. ‘Raven Wolf'

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6 years, 1 month ago
So Fenrir was actually a a Girl and got a gender Change from his father. Quite intersting outcome. So that seems to mean that all genetically controlled Hybrids always are Girls.

I do think that Teddy will not be very happy where he now is. And in the end Zack will free him from his prison. Also a nice Little plan the the True Bollds had there to use the sources to create a new world. Only the planning could have been a liitle better, as forcing their will against them has only made them furious. Perhaps by pledging their cause to them they could have gotten what they wanted, but they were to arrogant back then and now it is too late for it, as with all the tests and especially the production of the Half-Bloods they are have started to find a way to live in that new world and would be even capable of swallowing their pride to kneel before them. But now it will take much more to soothe the Anger of the 5 not completely insane sources. Perhaps a high sacrifice to them.
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