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|Fvza Rpg > The Club > On The Hunt...|
|Posted by: KJ_Crush Oct 2 2007, 06:21 AM|
| "Aurora, Montana, a city who is home to one of the few and most violent cases of a werewolf stepping into urban territory. In this city, a boy was mauled only a few blocks away from a police station, by what was described as being a wolf who towered any man. It was in the surrounding woods that a local hunter named Billy Joe Johnson was attacked by what seemed to be the same creature. After some tracking and some fired shots, the creature was captured by FVZA agents and brought to the Santa Rose Institute in New Mexico. This is where our story picks back up..."
"This creature, It is indeed a werewolf. This is an astounding discovery!" said Dr. Franko, a newly hired researcher at the SRI. "With this specimen, we may be able to develop a vaccine for any further infections that may occur!" She said turning to a colleague, who was also in the lab. "There is no need for the development of a vaccine for these things." Said Dr. Hernandez, a long time employee of the SRI. "These things live in such minute numbers that they pose no more threat then any other large beast, that may prey on humans. We just dispose of them like any other pests of that nature." Said Dr. Hernandez, with the sound of disinterest deep in his voice. "I don't know why we're keeping the thing hear, it'd been a hell of alot easier to just destroy it on sight, rather then observe it for almost a year." He said as they watched a monitor, on the monitor, a large, salt and pepper colored Werewolf could be seen, plowing against the door to it's observation cell. It's fur was stained in not only the blood of it's victims, but it's own as well. After repeated attempts and knocking down the only thing standing between it and it's freedom, the canine lumbered over to the back of it's cell and hit the floor, closed it's eyes and began to rest.
"It's aggression hasn't deteriorated one bit. After a whole year of captivity, the creature hasn't even begun to become domesticated." Dr. Franco said with what seemed like sympathy eminating from her voice. "Is that what this observation is about? To see if you can domesticate these things? They are a rabid, blood thirsty species, that only cares where there next meal is coming from. They can't be domesticated!" Dr. Hernandez exlaimed to his female colleague. "I'm having that thing put down like I should have long ago!" He said standing from his chair and exiting the room with haste. "No! There is still so much to learn from it!" She screamed to Hernandez. Unfortunately her pleas fell on def ears, and Dr. Hernandez' request to have the creature put down was accepted and scheduled for the following day at 5:00 Pm.
The next day, Dr. Hernandez along side of a man holding an assault rifle, began to head to the Wolf's cell. "It's seems resistant to bullets, by a well placed shot, right between the eyes should do it. Now..." As they turned the corner which lead to the beasts cell, they noticed the battered door was open and a trail of blood leading away from it. Dr. Hernandez took a couple steps back, triping over his own feet and falling onto his backside. "It's escaped! But how? That door was reinforced with a foot of Steel it couldn't have busted it open!" he said as he began to panic. "Sir, by the looks of it, it wasn't forcefully opened. Someone opened the door of their own accord and let it loose..." The man holding the firearm said. "Stay close sir, let's find out where this trail of blood leads to." The man said as Dr. Hernandez stood to his feet and followed after the man. As the followed the trail of blood, human hand prints in blood, could be seen, where someone had been trying to escape the clutches of the beast. As they came to the end of the trail the man raised his rifle unsure of what he might see at the end. What they saw was Dr. Franco lying in a pool of blood and bits and pieces of flesh and bone scattered all over the scene. They also saw a busted window, it seemed the Werewolf had escaped from the SRI, and was now lurking in the deserts of New Mexico. "No, we'll be ruined if this gets out! As much as I hate to say this, we have to contact the FVZA..."
(End Scene. Eh I'm abit rusty but not bad for not RP'ing for almost a whole years)