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When Tommy wakes up after the Incident!, there appears to be a bandaid on the joint on the inside of his elbow. Underneath is a deep injection wound with a bit of bruising - as if blood has been drawn.

Beach Bar Shinanigans

Tommy, Victor, Newt, Thom
Discussions of April fools event followed by heavy drinking. **incomplete**

http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=8468435

Tommy and Richard AIM RP

Richard sprawled out on the couch, staring at the ceiling. The TV was off for the moment. She knew being here wasn't exactly productive but felt some what listless after spending almost the entire night cleaning and then... measuring herself.

"I hate this ******** place," Tommy muttered for the umpteenth time over his stay at the island. Sure, bitching didn't help matters...but it did make him feel better about them. With a sigh, Tommy looked up at the door to the entertainment room...he hadn't been here in a while, spending most of his time down at the beach ar. A few pukes later though convinced him it was time to cut back. A grunt escaped from his maw as he shouldered the door open and crutched himself inside.

Richard heard the muffled swearing through the door. She licked the back of her hand and ran it over hair. Her green eyes are fixed on Tommy as he opens the door. She smiles at him, lips closed, "Tommy," She says in greeting, in that drastically change voice.

Tommy had to fight back the urge to let out a squeak when the first thing he saw was Richard's glowing green eyes. He managed to change the pitch in time and was blasted by a fragmented image of echolocation. He shook his head and forced a grin on his face as he crutched himself inside. "Richard! Hey, how'sit goin?" In all honesty, Tommy felt terrible about how he thought of Richard now...but something about the feline he had become just creeped him out. The female aspect didn't help any either.

Richard saw the cringe and pointedly ignored it. She was just glad not to have to go through the whole, gender shock again. So relieved infact that there was a faint purr in her chest. "I'm fine, now that I cleaned out all that dust out of the duplex."
"Damn Labs"

Tommy just nodded as he crutched himself closer. He took a moment to climb up onto a chair and suddenly wished that they would install a pull up bar in here as well. Ah well...thoughts for another time. "Yeah...I hear that," he said while taking out a packet of blood. "They do anything crazy to you? I woke up on the floor with an injection mark on the inside of my arm."

Richard looked uncomfortable and gazed at the blank TV. "Four in my stomach, I hope it was just a joke. I don't feel feverish." Still a paw went to her forehead, testing it. The thought of another change made her stomach twist into knots. "Think it was Sabin's idea?" She almost kept her voice level... Almost

Tommy's ears of course picked up on every subtle change in her voice...so this was definantly noted. He just winced as she claimed her wounds and shook his head. "Christ..." he muttered before looking back to her. "Well...more than likely...I mean, the last day we all remember was March 31st...the next's April fools...and after what we saw during Halloween, I'm not putting anything past 'em."

"Its not August." She growled now as she held up her forearm and pulled back the sleeve to reveal a black and blue arm, teeth marks now scabbed over. The wounds were healing but it still wasn't pretty. "Unless they froze me solid, that wouldn't still be there if it were August."

Tommy blinked at the wound, at first wondering just who the hell she got into a fight with...He mentally sighed, realizing that he's now automatically using the word 'who' instead of 'what.' He shook his head, "Yeah...yeah I know. My shoulder still aches from where I was attacked by a boar. I'm just wondering what the point of it was...I mean, halloween they wanted to scare us shitless...what's this? Just to keep us off balance? Keep us from...planning anything?"

"Seth," She answered the unasked question. She wanted people to know the little b*****d was dangerous. At the actual question she just shrugged. "It was supposed to be funny, it was probably a test to see how we would react. A little bit of a demonstration too." She crossed her arms infront of her chest. "You just have to live, keep going." She was attempting to convince herself more than Tommy.

Tommy just shook his head, not knowing what to think of that. Last time he had talked to Seth he had seemed anything but feral...goddamnit...another one down. He looked back up to Richard, "Yeah, that's probably what it was about...but I hear you there...Sure freaked some people out. Newt went almost completely nuts."

Richard nods at the mention of Newt. "Heard he was doing better at least." She looked at Tommy with curiousity in her eyes.

Tommy nodded a few times as he poked a hole in the blood packet with a straw. "They drew vivisection lines across his chest with a permanent marker...he just about flipped. That...and he was worried about Dee."

Dee... Richard reminded herself that she needed to check up on Dee. "Dee changed last week, it... wasn't pretty. I think she might have a special serum." She raised her tentacles up behind her back to illustrate. "I wish I knew what Newt did to anger the labs so much."

"Christ...should'a figured...they always give the worst ones to the nicest people...while ******** like Zach become a dragon." He shook hi shead and sipped on his blood packet. "Anyway, yeah...turns out Newt freaked out ran off when she needed his help...poor guy though...I've never seen someone that neurotic."

"Whatever Dee is, she has some rather long fangs. Newt was rather put off by mine the last time we... talked." She smiled, showing her own set. While she felt bad on one level for Newt, the scent of his fear was pleasent.

Tommy forced a grin at that, showing of his own few...but razor-like teeth. "So...what, predatory, eh? Goddamn, more of you bastards come up every day...makes the parasites like myself jealous." Although in reality, the current situation truly was horrifying, Tommy did his best to make light of the situation...if only to make himself feel better.

Richard giggled at that, her tail lashed with amusement. Her dour mood seemed to be slipping away a bit. "Care for a game of cards?"

Tommy eyed Richard's tail as it lashed about, at least someone wasn't miserable. He grinned again, "Sure...any particular game you have in mind?"

Richard pulled herself off the couch and onto her feet. A slight purr audible to Tommy's sensitive ears. "Its been a long time." She grinned as she rooted around for a deck. "A bit of Rummy or cribbage perhaps?" Playing cards was a normal thing to do if one is bored. It would distract her from thinking about her unguarded tree. Finding the deck she walked over a table, threaded her tail through the back and sat down.

Tommy looked for somewhere to put is packet of blood...but couldn't find one...and blood stains were hard as hell to get out of clothes. He just shrugged and chugged the rest. This act was soon followed by a copper smelling burp. He glanced over to Richard, hearing the purr...he was never going to get used to that. Tommy remembered the last time they met and Richard had rubbed his face all over his own...now that was awkward. He silently hoped that loss of control was only temporary. With a grunt as he slid off of the chair, he began crutching his way over toward the table and sat down. "Whatever sounds good to me...we need to get a hold'em game going one of these days though."

She smiled at the idea of a poker game as she used her smaller hands to open the pack and started to shuffle the cards. "Poker eh? Any idea what to use for currency?" she chuckled as she fanned the cards on the table. She watched Tommy with that unblinking stare as he made his way over.

And just like always, that stare made Tommy increasingly uncomfortable...but...Richard was still Richard, right? I mean...he...no, she...she just looks different. It's the bat in you...yeah, that's right...the bat. He kept the grin on his face as he sat down. With a groan, he stretched out his wing/hands, getting them uncramped from walking around with them all the time. "We could always pull a Gilligan's Island and use coconuts...nah, but seriously...I dunno, maybe just use crap that we have over in our duplexes...like, say...I can bet a ballpoint pen...not much, pretty cheap...somone raises me their iPod charger...yaknow, that sort of thing."

Before Richard began to deal out the cards, she brought the deck up to her muzzle and marked the deck with her scent. Then she dealt, taking her eyes off Tommy as she did so. "Well I always could use some more pens. I would think your the last person on the island that wants to get involved in a poker game." She winked at him before resuming her unblinking eye contact.

Tommy gave a mental groan as he saw her 'mark' the deck. .oO(Whatever...whatever...just little things...she's still Richard...yeah...please...) Once more, he just grinned though. "Oh? And why's that? I can bluff with best of 'em...or at least just wing it and pretend like I do."

Richard visibly winced at the wing comment. "You can bluff all you want flyboy, but you need luck and skill to win at poker. And as I believe we will note." Richard reached over and placed the cribbage board on the table. "You have neither when it comes to card games." She smirked as her tail curled around the leg of her chair. As she fanned out her hand, with her lower hands she picked at her teeth with a single extended claw

Tommy watched as the displacer beast deftly used her 'new' hands...and for a moment he was, in an insane sort of way, completely jealous. .oO(Goddamnit...I want my ******** hands back) he thought to himself angrily...so absorbed in his thoughts that he almost missed what she said. He looked up and just smirked, "That's mostly 'cause you keep on pulling these weird-a** games out of your a** that I hardly know how to play. Now, give me a texas hold-em game with enough people...heh...well, you'll see." He grinned at the thought. He missed those days where he just spent a weekend playing poker with his friends...Tommy's heart fell a little as he thought back to those times. Immediately, he tried to think of something else...can't dwell on the past...not now.

"Weird a**?" She gave a halfhearted growl in Tommy's general direction. "Why cribbage is ancient! Goes back past the middle ages! Was a game of kings!" Richard actually had no idea but it sounded good. Ancient history was never her strong point. "If your that eager to gamble however, I believe I have a wager for you." Richard had a pile of very dusty laundry that needed to be done.

"Damn straight they're weird-a**," he said, more joking than anything, "And I doubt if the 'kings' that played 'em ere anything but normal." Grinning, he stretched out his hands once more. "But I think you've got me pegged wrong, my friend, for as much as I do like gambling...I do not due so when the house has this much of an advantage on me."

"Welll...." Richard purred at Tommy, "if you can't handle an intense game like cribbage, then I suppose..." Richard paused for a moment, pondering what Tommy might want. Her eyes fell on the discard blood packet. She recalled that there was a rabbit den near her tree. Perhaps... She grinned as her predatory mind leaped at the idea. "I suppose you might miss out on something a bit fresher."

Tommy quirked a brow at that and looked up to Richard. That purr was unsettling...but almost everything Richard did nowadays was unsettling. He did his best to keep his bearing...at least training in the military had given him some useful skills. "Last time..." he muttered as he looked over the cards, "Last time I tried for something 'fresher' ...I was half crazed and took down a boar." He looked back up, eyes in an unblinking stare at Richard. .oO(I'm not as worthless as everyone things...they'll see...but...goddamn this medical blood tastes like s**t...) With a sigh, he glanced back down and then to Richard once more. "But...I'm not entirely disinterested..." he said softly.

Even when human Richard had never been hesitant about the animals he destroyed for research purposes and was far less inclined to care now. "Simple then, you win I'll bring you a live rabbit, I win, well I've got a pile of dusty laundry needs to be done." She seemed quite pleased with herself, not even noticing the slippery moral slope she was stepping out on.

"Oh? But again we must deal with the small fact that the house odds are extremely great...on your end, I mean. Not to mention the fact that...in my condition...it would be a considerably bigger pain in the a** for me to do your laundry than it would be for you to use one of your many limbs to catch a rabbit. You've gotta change the deal a bit if you ever want the bat to play." Tommy, despite himself, grinned...he wasn't entirely sure Richard was serious...he kind of hoped not...but regardless, bartering like this was kind of fun.

Richard chuckled, "Well if you have a counter offer I'd love to hear it. Although I must remind you that I have never hunted before, I doubt it would be as easy as a trip to the cafe."

"Well, again, you've gotta make it more appealing. As of right now, with a game I rarely play, I'm not too confindent. The way a proper hustle works is the hustler goads the hustlee into a game he or she thinks he or she is very good at, all the while the huster knows he's better or at least has a better angle. Furthermore, using these ideas, you should already have another offer. This one dealing with Texas Hold'em." He grinned, loving this. "Goddamn I should've been a lawyer."

"Hustle? Me?" She tryed to look innocent with a slight purr. The image was disturbing to say the least. "I'm just trying to get out of doing my dusty laundry. You could always trade the favor away." She giggled at the idea of using her laundry as currency.

Tommy couldn't help but laugh at the disturbing image...Like always, making light of a horrible situation made it so much better on the batman. He grinned and thumbed a clawed thumb at his nose. "Do you have any idea how dust and shedding affects a gigantic nose like mine?"

"I hope less than my own," she said, sobering somewhat in tone. "I have appearently developed an allergy to dust. I had to wear a face mask cleaning up from the labs little trick to keep my brains from being expelled from my nose." She rolled her eyes at that and her tail swished in irritation. "So your appealing for a change in the game? Is that what your telling me?" She gathered the cards back up with her little hands and began to shuffle. It wasn't nearly as smooth as it had been with her original hands but it was managable. "You'd be safer with cribbage," She smirked.

Tommy quirked a brow at that...but his grin came back nonetheless. "Hustler," he said, jokingly, "but you don't want to wait for more people? Hell, that way you could get way more than just a batch of laundry. Hell, with the betting in Texas Hold'em...get about four people...s**t, you won't have to touch your laundry for weeks!"

"More people?" She showed her teeth with what appeared to be a threatening grin. "Why wait? there is always more laundry." She was quite serious. "I've got three bags of laundry to play with, vs three succulent rabbits for your consumption. You game?" She cut the deck.

"Waitwaitwait...hold yer horses there...what I'm wondering is: just how they were going to play hold'em with only three chips each to bet with? It'd be a game of anties and that's it!"

She stops and considers, raising a hand paw to lick, once, then twice. "Multiply it by five, we start with fifteen chips, you need twenty at the end of five hands, for one rabbit, 25 for two and 30 thirty for 3, same goes for me and my laundry." She licked her lips, many of her principles utterly abandoned in the pursuit of a little competition. Even if she lost... a sane excuse to hunt was attractive on many levels.

Tommy thinks for a moment and upon seeing Richard groom herself had the sudden urge to practice that habit he had developed recently. He quickly ran his right forearm over his head and ears a few times before looking back up to Richard. "Alright...you got yourself a game."

Richard smiles as she begins the deal. Her tail lashing with excitement, she's enjoying herself. Those inhuman and unblinking eyes bore into Tommy as the first round commences, but as the turn is revealed her tail suddenly stops its movement.

Tommy grinned, glad to be doing something semi-normal instead of wallowing over his situation. Even if that 'normal' thing equates to what most prisoners due back in the states. He himself kept a slight smirk on his face throughout the game, falling back into the habit of a pokerface. His eyes did catch the tail drop though...a bet soon followed.

She should of folded but she didn't, that might be percieved as backing off. Tommy was the prey in this game and she had no intentions of letting the bat bluff her way past her. She matched and hoped her luck would hand her at least a pair.

Tommy saw the weak call from Richard which that...along with the tail gave him a decent idea of what she had. She was going for he straight draw...no dice though...she has about a 2% chance of hitting it...he decided to bet the same amount again...if she folds, well...he won the pot without having to show what he had and if she calls...he gets some extra change.

Richard lost the hand, conceding an entire rabbit to Tommy. She growled as Tommy took the chips realizing that Tommy might actually have some skill with poker. The next hands she played much smarter but luck did not favor her much. She never noticed how her tail would always stop dead when she had a bad hand or just the tip of it would curl when she had a really good hand.


Tommy, having quite a bit of situational awareness, was quickly able to capitalize on her highly visible tell...and for the umpteenth time he once again was very thankful he didn't have a tail. Overall, he ended up winning two rabbits off of Richard while only having to do one batch of laundry for the Dispacer Beast. After the game, Tommy's poker face fell and he tried to act like nothing big happened. On one hand, he wanted to tell Richard about her tail...but on the other...the idea of a fresh meal was too good to pass up. He just shrugged and looked to Richard, frowning as she growled.

"Well that... went poorly." Richard glared at the chips as her tail lashed angrily behind her. She hated losing to the bat man or to anyone for that matter. How the hell did he do that? He appeared to have read her like a book. She took a deep breath, telling herself that it didn't really matter. It was just two rabbits, and he would be doing one of loads of laundry, she allowed herself a cruel vision of Tommy struggling with the laundry and smiled. "Well that was fun. I'll drop my laundry off at your place tonight and I'll see about the rabbits soon." Her smile widened into a predatory grin at the word rabbits.

Tommy's unease grew and grew...he soon began to seriously wonder if it was such a bright idea to win against a Displacer beast. He grinned uneasily and nodded a few times, "Sure thing. Just drop on by my duplex sometime soon."

Richard yawned, showing Tommy her teeth again and then looked out the window at the setting sun. She was still exhausted from the sleepless night. Even her feline instincts were no match for the exhaustion that had just hit her. "Well I'll see you later Tommy," fixing him with that glare as she rose and headed for the door.

RP with Sabin
The Return Call

Without any warning, the middle of the afternoon right as Tommy was in the middle of some nice REM sleep, his intercom popped to life with a startling "Batman!" in a familiar, far too jovial voice.

Tommy was for once having pleasant dreams. Ever since he got the pullup bar installed, he had finally been able to rest easy. That is, until his intercom decided to scream at him. Tommy's eyes opened wide and, with a loud squeak just barely audible to human ears, tried to instinctively fly away. Although his wings were useless, his head still served as a viable method of breaking his fall. "Goddamnsonofabitchratbastardcocksuckingshitasspieceofshit!" he screamed out, clutching the top of his head with a wing/hand.

Laughing soon ensued, open and undisguised over the crackling speakers. It didn't seem chagrined in the least from the string of expletives. If anything, it only encouraged the chortle.

"My my, did I startle you? I shall have to be more courteous in the future, there, Tommy-boy. But then, most normal people don't sleep in the middle of the day." came the teasing, unmistakable voice of one Dr. Duvert.

Tommy tried to get his bearings, he half-way thought he was still in Cancun sipping a blood and bourbon on the beach. He looked confused for a moment as he glanced around, sending wave after wave of echolocation about the room. "Wha...Ah Christ, my ******** head...Who the hell's that...Duvert!? Oh you sonofabitch...what the hell, man!?"

There was some more chuckling before his voice took on a vague impression of a businesslike tone. "Pardon, but I wasn't going to call you during my time off. You had left an inquiry with the secretaries and I figured that I would give you the personal courtesy of a response. Unless, that is, you don't want the answer. In which case, I can let you get back to sleep."

Immediately his mind cleared. The importance of what Duvert was talking about rammed into his mind. The question that had been plaguing him forever now. "No...nono! Sorry...just...you startled me is all...I'm still getting used to the whole...not falling off of the pullup bar thing."

"A good life skill to learn." Duvert responded airily, smiling invisibly. "But yes, I discussed your request with some of the other staff, and you might be pleased with the response. Admittedly, I am curious though as to why you wish to inject yourself for your final change? Might I ask before giving you the answer?"

Tommy just rubbed a forearm over his head and ears a few times before looking back to the intercom. "...*sigh* the truth of the matter is that...well I hear that this one has a bit of...finality to it. I've been talking to Lauren a lot lately and...yeah...I um...she's kind of opened my eyes to a lot of different things. Anyway...a couple of reasons: one, if anyone's going to give me wings to fly, it's going to be me. Two...oh Christ, you have no idea what it's like to be in my current form...I just want it all to end...and...*sigh* finally, I'm hoping this'll show y'all at the labs that I've...I've turned over a new leaf...so to speak."

"Reallly?" Sabin stretched the word, but there was interest in his voice. Tommy had been the poster child for rebellion after coming to the island. Unlike most of the others who talked about escape but never got off of their Americanized lazy butts to actually do anything about it, Tommy had tried, and made a damn good effort. He still couldn't fathom how Moreau had been able to cobble the system to pull off what he did on such short notice. Tommy had then crashed, and dealt with the changes hard.... really going through the classic stages of dealing with such a monumentously difficult period.

"Well, yes. Perfectly honest, your next change should be your last, and with it you should acquire a degree of stability, and less... well, ideally less of an unfinished apperence. However, given the serums themselves, there are only two possible scenarios that we could allow you to administer your own injection..." Sabin paused.

Tommy looked up at the intercom, hope in his eyes. He wanted to fly so bad...he was tired of everyone seeing him as a cripple...they'll see...when he spread his wings and took to the sky...they'll see. "...Yeah?"

"One would be we could have an armed group of guards bring you a case with the serum, unlock it in your presence, and watch you while you administer it. You'd be at a distance, and they'd have guns. It wouldn't exactly be very... private."

Sabin paused again, there was some typing on a keyboard heard in the background. "And another way would be for you to come up to the labs and do it in one of our rooms. You could change there, and then afterwards we could return you to the village."

Tommy's still slightly muddled mind completely cleared with this. His brain began to work in overdrive as he considered all of the possibilites. Armed escort wouldn't be good...no...he needed everyone to believe if this was to even have a slight chance of working...and walking out of the labs changed would do just that. Tommy knew it was a long shot...if he could convince the labs he was on their side...maybe he could move more freely in devising another escape attempt...or was he just fooling himself? Using that noble purpose as an excuse to just be done with it all. He shook his head in thought before looking back to the intercom. "...I'll come to the labs," he said quietly.

Sabin nodded, not that Tommy saw the signal. "Very well. We can have a message sent to you when you are due to change, and you can come up on your own volition. I can tell you now that based on your body's reactions to the previous changes, that it will be approximately the end of the month." Sabin continued.

Tommy nodded somberly at the news, heart sinking slightly at the wait. If he thought it would do any good, he'd be willing to get on what's left of his knees and beg Sabin to change him now...but that just wasn't in the cards. "Thank you...Doctor Duvert," he said slowly, for the first time using his proper title. "One more thing though...if I may, that is. I've been reading up on the lifespan of the vampire bat...and...well, do y'all have any idea how long we'll live compared to our uh...our animal?" Twelve years....twelve years in the wild, twenty in captivity...on average. Was that all he could expect?

"You're welcome, Tommy." He responded in a rare note of seriousness. "And... that is a question that has been posed to us before, and something that our research has been taking into specific consideration. You will probably be pleased to hear that most of our research has shown that the lifespan of the added serum has little affect on the lifespan of the subject. If anything, the serums seem to help rejuvinate the damage caused by cellular breakdown as the genes are restructured and new cells created to "overwrite" the old areas of the body."

Tommy sighed in relief. His existence may be one of torture at the moment...but it was still existence. And...with sixty years of time...well, as code of conduct goes: 'I will continue to resist by all means available' Tommy grinned to himself, although a small part of his mind asked the question...what would stop them from exterminating us when they're finished? He shrugged that off. "Well...that's good to know. Thank you for your time, Doctor."

"You are welcome, Tommy. So... until then. Enjoy your time in the meanwhile."

"Yeah...will do. Bat-man out." He shook his head, wondering just what he had done. He knew they were vipers...and he was about to pick them up.

I had been hanging upsidedown for the past hour or so, my mind buzzing with activity. It was going to happen soon, and a perverse, twisted memory from my childhood bubbled to the surface. It was just like Christmas Eve back home when I was a kid...anxiously tossing and turning in my makeshift bed in my brother's room. We both pretended to be asleep, though we knew better. This was back in the day when magic was still possible in the eyes of a child. When the fat man in the red suit would descend into our home and lay out a Creepy Crawlers bug making machine for myself and a G.I. Joe Cobra Command battlestation for my brother. No thought about what it really was all about...just anxiously awaiting a fleeting amount of temporary joy.

That's all this was...a momentary amount of freedom without reason or rhyme of what implications it may cause. Would I still be considered human? Kind of late for that, I suppose...but I won't be a cripple...Oh God I pray I won't be a cripple anymore. When will they do it? How? As strange as it seems...I can't wait. But then, like when I was a child, I didn't notice as I drifted off to sleep...my feet clinging adequately to the pull-up bar above me...the amazing feeling of just hanging down, letting my back stretch out after being on all fours all night. I just drifted off. Worrying and amazing thoughts running through my mind.

As darkness falls, my eyes snap open. I fight down the urge to let go and fly off right then and there...my head still hurt from the many times I hadn't been able to do this. Echolocation fills the room as I let off wave after wave of sound...it was more force of habit than anything...everything seemed the same...but...wait, what is that? With a practiced motion I grabbed onto the pullup bar with my thumbs and flipped onto the ground. I barely stabalized myself before I picked up the note on my desk...

Oh God...it's happening today.

I completely forgot to grab a packet of blood on my way out, I was in such a rush...as I quickly crutched my way onto the village road, I silently prayed I could keep the hunger at bay long enough to get through with this. It's weird when I don't get enough to drink. I know blood can't be the most efficient mode of feeding...but...when I don't get enough of it...I start acting well...loopy, I suppose. I start seeing the blood coursing through people's bodies...a..and...I don't really want to talk about it. It makes my head hurt.

I decided to hoof it by myself to the lab gates...call it a reflection period...a quiet before the storm...just a way for me to get my thoughts in order...whatever. I did it mostly to convince myself that this was my choice. If a jeep brought me in...I dunno...a semblance that I was coerced may creep into other's minds. Two guards are there to meet me at the gate...and I'm already hungry. I stare at them for a moment, mouth watering...just itching to lunge at their throats. The only thing that forced me to stop was the looks they gave me. Even though they were armed...and could probably buzz me out with a word...they were nervous. Their heartrates started to increase...I know, I could see the blood pumping through their necks. Maybe they heard about me taking down Zach...or my fight with a boar that I survived and triumphed over...or maybe it was just me. The humble Cadet...I pulled my eyes away from them and started crutching myself toward the labs.

The sound of my own heart beating almost drowned out any other noises around me as I stepped into the small holding room. A packet of blood and a bottle of water...that's all that's there...I didn't care. Without even thinking I dove toward the packet of blood and sliced a small hole in it with my razor-like fangs. Before, I would have rather died than licked at the blood like an animal...but I didn't care. Anything to get the thoughts of feeding out of my mind. My long tongue darted in and out as I lapped up the crimson sustenance.

A small sound broke me out of my blood induced euphoria...a latch opening...my head turned to see what had entered...and there it was. My black box. As I prepped myself for the injection...a single thought ran through my mind:

Would Mom even recognize me anymore?

**Reserved**

Tommy's change -- To come later when I've got time to sit down and write.

**Reserved for Victor RP**