subject #3078


As the creatures filed out into the sunshine with the hooved wolf and himself, he shaded ahead to find a path away from the places the white coats and black clothes had kept them in. There were many mounds of stone that resembled the one they had emerged from but they were all slightly different. They would have to escape all such constructs to make sure they were safe from their tormentors.

As he shifted from shadow to shadow he grew more accustomed to his strange and seemingly unique ability. Something about it was strangely thrilling even if it made him feel even more of a freak that nothing else could do what he did. He might have kept shifting ahead without pause had he not shifted in front of a large group of black clothes that were headed his way, towards all the creatures. He had to warn them.

He had shifted seven times to scout ahead of them but only had to shift once to return to them. It amazed him how versatile his power was. And yet he still felt he could do more.

'The black clothes are coming........we must fight,' he thought to the group as he returned to their midst.

Without hesitation he took up a position in front of all the creatures, facing where he knew the men to be coming from. He looked back at the faces of the creatures. Some of them seemed confident and ready to face whatever may come but others seemed timid, almost fearful. Not all of them had yet come to realize their potential. In fact, some were not so sure they could do anything in defense when the black clothes arrived.

How could the white coats and black clothes have experimented on such beings? Beings who did not even have the presence to defend themselves before? Again the rage began to boil up inside of him. This world must be made to pay for all of the crimes committed against this group of beings. If some of the creatures could not yet defend themselves, he would do it for them by stopping cold every black clothed being that came against them. They would learn to fear what they had made! He would make them learn to fear their creations!

As the black clothes rounded the last corner enforce he jaw sprung open and he let loose a mighty sound far bigger than anything his size should have been able to make. It was not truly a roar but felt somehow halfway between one and a howl. Two of the black clothes stopped in place at the sound even if the rest kept charging, weapons raised.

Without hesitation he stepped back into a shadow and shifted right into the middle of the black clothes' formation. He sprung up from their shadows like a crazed beast. Grabbing one he sommersaulted forward into the air, hurling the man towards a building. In the same fluid motion he dove into the mans shadow. Like he had never stopped moving he slid out of his shift right under the legs of another man, tripping him backwards.

He looked around at the chaos that had been unleashed. The men outnumbered them by less than three to one and they weren't near fast enough. He grabbed the weapon out of one of their hands and swung it backwards cracking the jaw of another. He punced on the weaponless man and bit at his neck. It was not what he meant to do but it was a primal instinct that came alive at the scent of blood growing heavier in the air.

"We need backup! This generation is just too fast! Call in units 3 and 4," one of the black clothes spoke frantically before being blasted by a round ball of electricity.

He paused again to examine the battle. This many men the creatures seemed to be handling quite well. Even though the men weren't fast enough, he couldn't help but think there weapons might be. The burning in his shoulder made him sure of it. And against over twice this number? He had to stop them before they could get to his fellow creatures.

In the blink of an eye he was off, shifting from shadow to shadow, searching for these two new groups of black clothes. It took only three shifts before he found himself situated directly between them both, standing on the shadow of one of the mounds of stone that belonged to the white coats. As he had feared their numbers looked too great too manage an escape without many of the creatures getting hurt badly.

'You will never touch any of us EVER again!!' he thought at the black clothes vehemently.

All of them turned towards him all at once, as though his broadcast thought told them exactly where he was. He wanted them all to focus on him. The longer he kept them here, the more time all the others had to finish the first group and get away unharmed.

As the bursts of fire rained towards him he shifted into their midst. He twisted and hurled and swung with all six limbs and his tail. He was like a black ball of rage set loose in their ranks. Faster than they could adjust their aim he shifted from shadow to shadow, striking at them with inhuman fury.

Even as fast as he could shift there were still far too many of them, though. In midair, while slamming one of the black clothes to the ground with his tail and shattering the jaws of two more with his four fists, a stray burst of fire caught him in the shoulder below the one that had been hit earlier. It spun him out of the air to crash onto the ground in the middle of the chaos he had created. He leapt at another of the black clothes but two more bursts stopped him short. One hit his right upper thigh and the other pinned his gut.

He sagged to the ground on his knees and lower two hands, breathing heavily from exhaustion. The black clothes circled around him quickly and carefully, making sure their shadows were well out of his reach. He looked up at them with contempt as they raised their weapons.

"Put him down boys," one of the black clothes ordered.

Before they could fire he raised all his hands into the air and let out an even louder roar than before. One of anger, of frustration......of hatred! All at once a wall of energy seemed to pour out of him in all directions. It was like all of the rage he had felt inside suddenly exploded outwards from him. It moved so fast that none of the black clothes had even time to turn before they were consumed by it.

A massive bubble of black and purple energy coursed outwards from him, leveling everything in it's path. It grew to such as size that it could have been seen a mile away with ease. When the roar of it finally stopped and the energy dissipated the mounds of stone that had been around him were turned to rubble and little was left of the black clothes he had gone to intercept.

He looked around himself slowly to see what was left. Once he was satisfied that none of the black clothes posed any further threat he thought of the group again.

'The black clothes.......their reinforcements.......they are gone,' even his thoughts were labored at this point. 'You will......will be safe once those attacking you are finished.'

Just as he finished the thought his vision started to fade into blackness. He fell, face forward, into the crater of dust around him. At the very least he had bought all of the others a chance. He had no energy left in him but at least the other's would be able to escape from their tormentors.


OOC: he ain't dead. he's just spent all of his energy shifting around so much and being shot a few times and using his phantom explosion.