The copper hovered above the Launchpad of the emptied hospital, Tonya and Corbin standing together with their group lingered off in the shadows of the building beneath their feet. As the metal bird touched down onto the steel platform, two soldiers swung open the hanger door and nodded to the two awaiting them.
“Are you Tonya and Corbin Marshall? We were given word that a team led by Ross McNeil will be meeting us here for further action on this matter,” the closest soldier stated as he moved forward to shake Corbin’s hand.
“That we are. We were given word that you would be meeting us here with quite the discovery,” Corbin retorted, Tonya standing close to his side while she glanced at a large cage contained in the copper. “We were told you all had found something lurking in the jungles while making your runs through the area known as Patrues. I was told that this something was quite the devilish being.”
The two soldiers glanced between one-another before the closest one nudged the other back towards the copper to attend to the contents of the cage. There was a shrill from the cage as the soldier pulled at the chains, opening the cage and yanking a dark figure out of the copper. Fighting to relieve himself from his chained bondages was a human-like creature, his grown, messy hair falling over his ash-colored face as he hissed at his captors. The soldier brought the stumbling creature to the doctor and her husband, Tonya looking on in horror at the figure.
He looked no more than an eighteen year old boy, his jet black locks dirtied and unruly over his golden eyes. The creature did not form words but instead a series of grunts and growls as he pulled at his bindings, the soldiers threatening to show him discipline if he continued to fight them.
“Oh my god,” Tonya bit her lip as she reached a steady hand towards the creature, a loud shriek escaping its lips as he pulled backwards from her reach. “This poor thing; he’s like an animal that has been neglected within life. It’s almost like he’s reverted to an animalistic state from being thrust into the wild at a young age.”
“That is why we brought him here,” the closest soldier nodded towards Tonya as Corbin stepped in front of her, examining the boy carefully. “We thought it was some strange predator from the land of Patrues but we soon found evidence that there had been shipwrecks into their savage lands many years ago. We believe he was on one of those ships and was the only one who was able to adapt to survive.”
“We say that because he was the only one we could find,” the other soldier spoke up. “And it’s not like we can just ask him if there were others. He can’t speak from what we have seen. He’s just an animal now; no longer to be considered human.”
“He’s still human,” Tonya snipped at the soldier’s words, him stumbling back a bit at her forceful tone. The soldiers had heard of Tonya to be a peaceful doctor who always housed a smile despite the mood of the people around her in hopes to bring a light to their day. But right now, she was fuming with anger at the bound boy before her, looking murderously at the chains binding him. “This is no way to treat him. You’re scaring him with all this. He’s not going to cooperate like this.”
“He’s not a normal human like you or me, this boy is so deprived of human nourishment that he has reverted into an animalistic state. If we don’t bind him, he will attack us,” the other soldier growled, defending their actions. “He attacked us in the wild; we are merely doing this in order to defend us against his rage.”
“It’s not rage, he’s being territorial,” Tonya explained, carefully continuing to approach the boy’s form. “He is being protective of himself and his home. When a bunch of strangers come stomping into the land with strange items in their hands that can be seen as destructive, I can understand him wanting to defend himself against you. That is the problem with naïve people, you think that you’re at the center of the world and anything around you that you don’t understand is monstrous.”
“Tonya, that was a bit far,” Corbin said lightly, bowing his head at the offended soldiers. “She did not mean to insult you in the least. She has been very stressed with the lot she has been caring for; you know how kids are.”
The soldiers glanced between each other before nodding in understanding, watching Tonya carefully as she inched closer and closer to the creature. She kept her mind at peace with each step she took, her eyes now locked with those golden orbs that showed fear and curiosity. There was so much pain laid deep in those tortured orbs, Tonya holding back her emotions as she continued to hold out her hand for acceptance. The boy could read this from the woman’s expression and gave a slight nod before taking a single step forward towards Tonya.
“Hold it!” One of the soldiers misread the situation and yanked on the chains, taunting the boy with his weapon as the golden orbs grew wider. “Better stand down, creature!”
Tonya felt her heart sink at the situation that had just opened up around the group, the boy letting out a scream before summoning all his strength into his legs and arms. Yanking wildly at his binds, the metal chains began to tear at the pressure before snapping away so that the boy could escape. Corbin pulled Tonya away from the soldiers as they were forced back by the boy, the creature slamming their bodies into the ground before he scurried off into the building and down the flight of stairs.
“This isn’t good, he took your taunts as a threat!” Tonya growled at the soldiers before rushing towards the stairs, Corbin grabbing her wrist to keep her on the roof. “What are you doing, Corbin?! We have to get down there and stop them!”
“We will call the others to block the boy from leaving. You shouldn’t rush down there and get yourself hurt or killed,” Corbin mumbled before lifting up his communicator, speaking into the phone while Tonya continued to gaze down the steps. “Calling Group Bash, we have a situation. The subject has escaped into the building. Be prepared! Stop him from leaving but do not…I REPEAT…do not hurt him!”
“I didn’t do it!” Malice whined to her friends among her, shattered glass at her feet which were once apart of a single large Ming vase. The dark-skinned vampire in the corner chuckled at the girl’s reaction while the demon groaned at her childishness. This was a typical situation for the group of three when the two boys weren’t vying for the girl’s affection. And usually when that happens, the redhead simply ignored their quarrel while being mischievious on her own terms. This would usually end in the destruction of property or broken bones in others. You see, Malice is why we can’t have nice things.
“We know you didn’t do it, Malice,” Zachariah smirked over at the girl. “I saw the whole thing. This large monster came out of the wall and decided to take out his frustrations on that defenseless vase. You’re in the clear, my dear.”
“Don’t spoil her like that,” Calsim grumbled while he locked eyes with the vampire. “You’re just going to keep encouraging her to destroy things when she doesn’t get her way.”
“Heh, you’re one to talk, Demon,” Zachariah retorted, his smirk large as he noticed Calsim’s anger growing. “Oh, did I hit a sore spot with you? I’m so very sorry.”
“I’ll kill you, you little…!” Calsim was about to launch himself once more at the vampire but paused as his communicator rang up with Corbin’s voice flooding from the receiver.
“Calling Group Bash, we have a situation. The subject has escaped into the building. Be prepared! Stop him from leaving but do not…I REPEAT…do not hurt him!” Corbin’s voice echoed in the room, the group of three staring between each other before sighing in frustration.
“Bet its those incompetent soldiers’ fault,” the dark-skinned vampire growled as he pushed away from his spot against the wall, Malice moving close to Calsim’s side as the three of them gazed around for where the creature would access the room. “He’s coming from the roof so we’ll have to find the stairwell and wait for him there.”
“Wow, you do have a brain!” Calsim added, avoiding Zachariah’s fist as the redheaded girl rolled her hazel eyes behind them.
“Just go! We need to slow this guy down!” Malice snapped, stepping forward and leaving the boys to quarrel amongst themselves. It was only a matter of time before Malice was way ahead of the others, leaving them in her dust to duke it out amongst themselves while the mischievous redhead skidded to a stop by the stairwell on the other end of the building. There were no sounds coming from the stairwell, which somewhat confused the girl. They said he was coming down the stairs and that was the only set within the building. Where was he…? “Ah!”
Malice cursed as a darkened figure leapt down from above her in the stairwell, his golden orbs piercing into her hazel ones while he tackled her to the ground and pinned her there. The redhead tried to pull herself free of the creature’s grasps but he was much too strong for her.
“Get off of me!” Malice cried out, trying to kick the creature away but to no avail. “Help! Zee! Calsim! You jerks! Help me!”
The soft voice echoed in Malice’s ears as she gasped, glancing up at the creature that was pinning her. Instead of looking like a deranged lunatic as what Malice thought he’d be, the boy pinning her down had a look of fear and pain in his eyes. He didn’t look like an animal like the soldiers had said. He was far from that; this boy was as human as they got.
“What did you say?”
“Pain…you have pain,” the boy whispered, laying himself down closer to the girl as he examined her pale face. Malice squeaked at their closeness, a tint of red forming on her cheeks as he laid there on top of her. “Did Marcol cause you pain? Marcol is sorry.”
“Pain? Marcol?” Malice blinked at the boy’s words, shivering at the feeling of his breath on her skin. “Hey…stop that. Marcol? Is your name Marcol?”
“Marcol is Marcol, yes,” the boy nodded though began to arch his back when the sound of footsteps came barreling down the hall towards them. Calsim and Zachariah were halted in the doorway within seconds, both of them surrounded by a murderous aura when they saw the boy on top of Malice’s body. “They not friends…”
“If you get off me, I can probably keep them from killing ya,” Malice whispered and gave a reassuring smile over towards the guys. “It’s ok, don’t attack him! See, you know you shouldn’t attack him if I’m saying don’t do it!”
“He probably is doing mind control on her or something,” Calsim joked though Zachariah was still not letting up his glare. “Mind getting off her, boy? You’re going to be in trouble if you don’t.”
Marcol growled but nodded and pulled away from the girl, Malice slipping away from him and pulling herself to her feet. The boy leaned back on his haunches while glancing around the group, reminding Malice of a puppy.
“He’s so cute!” Malice cheered as she began to pester the guys. “Oh gosh, can I keep him?! I always wanted a puppy!”
“He’s not a puppy, Malice…so no,” Calsim rolled his eyes as the three of them stared at the curious Marcol, a small tint of fear remaining in his eyes. “Don’t worry, kid…we aren’t going to hurt you.”
“We’re going to love you and take care of you!” Malice piped in.
“He’s not a puppy!” Calsim growled, quieting down as he held up the communicator. “Caught the boy; don’t rush over here or anything.”
“Oh thank goodness, is he all right?” Tonya’s voice rung from the receiver as the group of three gave a light smile towards Marcol.
“He’s fine, just a little spooked I guess,” Calsim stated before giving his attention to Marcol once more. “You’re the one they call the Hunter right?”
“Hunter is Marcol?” The boy questioned, his confusion evident in those golden orbs. Malice and Zachariah exchanged looks before Calsim stepped up to him and examined his body.
“Hunter? He’s really the hunter?” Zacariah piped in as he examined the boy on the ground. “He looks like a scared kid who’s running around without a shirt on. There’s no way this kid could be a killer.”
“That’s not exactly true,” Malice whispered as she skipped in between the boys with a smirk. “They used to say the same thing about me, remember?”
“It wasn’t really ‘you’ who was pushing forward with the killing though,” Zachariah retorted. “If I remember correctly, you were basically taken over by the will of a certain demon.”
“Shut it, now’s not the time, Zee,” Calsim said. “You’re the one known as the Hunter, Marcol. But don’t worry, you don’t have to hunt like that anymore. You’ll be fine. You’re safe with us.”
“Safe?” Marcol perked up at the word ‘safe’. “Marcol is free then?”
“Almost,” Calsim gave a smirk. “The doc’s still gotta look you over but she can help ya with your whole business and get you on your merry way.”
“So he’s coming home with us?!” Malice cheered happily while she leapt around in a circle. “Yay! We’re getting a pet! That’s so awesome!”
“He’s not a puppy, Malice. And he’s not something we should fear either,” Calsim knelt beside the boy, smiling at him while patting him lightly on the shoulder. “You’ll be safe with us. Don’t worry. No one’s going to hurt you anymore. I promise…”