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Emerald Lupin could fully admit that she didn't know everything. She was a woman that knew a lot about fighting,nature and the human condition. Even hunting had it's place in her vocabulary, especially the best take down tactics of various prey beasts.

However, ask this girl about boys and the game changed. Out of all the people to ask, Emerald was probably the least likely to know various things about the opposite sex. Sure she had dated people, sure she had been in a few relationships at this point of her life. Problem was, the majority of them didn't end in the way she hoped. This meant that Emerald was out of her element.

It took her a little bit to think about Rebecca's question, really pondering this from the look on her face. Her tail thudded idly on the tree as soon as she got her answer.

"Well, I guess a guy I can fight besides if anything," Emerald replied simply. "Just someone who is on my level about things. It makes things easier because to me if you are looking for a guy he should be your hero and you should be his. Also, loyalty is a good quality, not that the poor guy can't look at other chicks but for gods sake he should be able to tell you if he is around another woman."

Emerald might not think so but she knew a little bit more about guys than she really thought. Especially what makes a good guy.With her bad experiences her past ones and the more recent ones Emerald was quite a wealth of knowledge about these things. The wolf woman answer's were usually honest and judging by her past experiences might be what Rebecca needed if she was going after guys.

"Also don't ever date a freaking psychic because they will screw you over, believe me, personal experience. Terrible idea," Emerald advised with a very serious look on her face. While she had been told that not all psychics are like that, every single one she had ever met was an intolerable jerk. So she might be a little biased there.

"I can tell ya my stories if you really want to hear about guys, but I'm likely gonna end up telling you what guy not to date because I certainly know now what counts as a good guy. As well as whats a bad guy." Emerald chuckled, a smile appearing on her face and a humored look in her blue eyes. Despite her bad experiences with guys in general, she didn't mind talking about most of them and if she was going to help someone out she was happy.

The Scarlet Mansion, a place of deep, dark suffering, the building itself was built on the backs of workers, workers that should have been building places to provide for their families or keep their loved ones safe rather than build a castle for a tyrant. Then again what choice did they have, this tyrant was one of the most powerful people in the country at the time of the bombing, when everything went to hell, and he came in and scraped up the pieces. He offered people houses, jobs and all they had to do was give everything to him, even their souls seemed to belong to this man.

It killed Emerald to even travel all the way out here, away from all the good people in haven, even if it was for the good of those people she still didn’t like coming out here. The trip through the desert was treacherous, even under the “escort” of her Sponsors armed guards it still made her feel nervous. Several nights of no sleep, really did get to a person and nights out in the desert with strange men that had who knows what mutant powers with nothing but a car door to protect you while you slept was not that reassuring.

This was why there were deep dark circles in Emerald’s Blue eyes by the time she drove the pickup truck over the castles draw bridge. Emerald gazed at the massive walls, the people toiling about their duties, ranging from normal duties to just ridiculous acts of cruelty. Emerald growled lowly to herself as she parked in her normal spot, amidst the formerly blooming dandelions. The mutant who had been growing them had died recently giving this place a far more decrypt and more sinister look as of late. Of course, it wouldn’t take long for her dear sponsor to find a new mutant. Even with it being this sinister age, he still managed to get all his resources, no matter what the costs.

To say that Emerald hated this place would be an understatement, everything here, everything that was going on, the tired faces of the workers haunting her as she walked by in her semi clean clothes which was just a pair of long pants, long sleeved shirt and boots, all in a dulled red color. She wished that their eyes showed envy but instead they showed a dopey blissful happiness.

As if they were happy that she was dressed in these clothes, most people would kill for clothes like hers. It felt like they had been hypnotized, which they might as well have been, this place had an effect on people, so many rooms, so much comfort, luxury and Turkish delights for one to indulge in. A lot of people found themselves lost in here and found they unable to escape the allure of this castle. Most people here had become Slaves to this man and he took far too much delight in pulling the strings in this fragile world and destroys the little things people had left.

Emerald slid into the room she was given every time she was here and removed her clothes, sliding into the"Proper"attire, A nice long green baby doll dress, for the dinner party she about to attend.

A freaking dinner party at a time like this, god, I hate this guy. Emerald groaned inwardly.

With her keen hearing Emerald heard some unsavory sounds coming from next door, she shook her head a little, the thought of doing anything like that in this place made bile rise to her throat.

She called this place the Scarlet Mansion, because she refused to call it what they called it. Even that seemed like a dirty word to her. Even looking at herself, looking so pretty and done up made her feel uncomfortable, like she was slowly getting drawn into this place’s allure. It also didn’t help that she hated dresses that certainly didn’t help her view of this place ethier and the fact she had to dress like this every time she came here just made her hate the man that gave Haven money even more.

Emerald placed her hair up into a bun and walked down the hallway, ignoring those who desperately tried to help her along the way. This entire place, all of this elegant furniture, fine bedrooms and just everything about it made her almost physically ill. People were dying out there, people were suffering and while Haven was doing more than fine, others were living in shambles of their former life and here this...this…monster was sitting there without any care for human life.

The Leader of Haven entered the dining room, gazing at the decent spread and then over at those who laid it out. Three women in French maid outfits with stupidly blissful looks on their faces, the werewolf scowled at them and watched as they all scurried away like frightened mice.

“Now Emerald, that wasn’t very lady-like,” Lawrence scolded, his brown eyes locking onto her blue ones. Lawrence was a very attractive man, just as attractive as he was all those years ago when Emerald first met him. Still tightly manicured brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, brown eyes and he still wore those thousand dollar suits as if he was the most important man in the world. His grins and looks to most of his staff were charming and absolutely melting. He was the definition of attractive with his chiseled chin.

His gazes to Emerald were different though, not as an object, like he viewed his other subjects, nor as a subordinate. He viewed Emerald in his eyes more as something that has yet to be conquered, yet to be corrupted and that frustrated him to no end.

Emerald let out a low snarl, bearing her teeth. “How many more people have you taken into this place?” Emerald demanded and slammed her hand on the table.

Lawrence seemed unphased, only arching his brow casually at the wolf girl in question. He lightly smiled and sat down, gesturing for her to do the same. Once he saw her sink down reluctantly he would answer her, rewarding her like any good owner would a dog. Just because he knew it would make her even more angry

“A few dozen, but they all came of their own free will, no enticement by me was necessary, “He explained, “They wanted better lives so I gave it to them”

“Better lives? You are making them your slaves and you don’t even have a mutant power to do that, these people still have free will, why the hell are you not sending them to Haven where we can take care of them?!” Emerald demanded, tail bristling with anger.

Lawrence shook his head at Emerald, his gaze even with her. “It’s because they don’t want to live in this harsh world that you live in, fighting to survive, having to actually work. No, they want to live here, with me, where I can give them anything they want, everything they want and anyone they want. All they have to do is to give me everything they are.”

Emerald bristled at this, but said nothing, because she knew it was true. Very few people wanted to live the reality that they were living in now. It was hard and the days were long, sometimes you didn’t even live to see the next day. If Emerald could bring to mind too many unhappy ends to happy story she had come across while she was desperately searching for survivors.

The two sat in silence for some time, Emerald silently chewed on her food. In truth, she knew Haven could survive on its own; the group had more than enough supplies and could make their own. However, alienating the one person that helped them start and supplied them things for so long would be a terrible idea and Emerald knew for a fact that Lawrence had more than enough money to wipe Haven and anything else for that matter off the face of the earth. He was a former Arms Dealer after all.

“We need more supplies, and I know you have them,” Emerald explained as she placed her fork down on her plate. “How many jobs will it take for me to get everything that was on the list I sent you?”

The silence enveloped the room again as Lawrence took a chance to chew his food fully and quietly. He drank in his red wine and looked at the young werewolf for a moment.

“3” He finally said, pleased at the wolf girl’s elated look.

“That was less that last time, at least I know you aren’t deliberately trying to keep me away from my people,” Emerald nodded, unable to fight the dread in the pit of her stomach despite the happiness that surged through her.

The rest of the meal was quite, with Lawrence not saying one word as Emerald left the table. She knew she wouldn’t be able to leave this place until morning; Lawrence wouldn’t have her traveling at night. He didn’t want to lose one of his best that way. The wolf girl returned to her room and fell asleep almost immediately, her lack of sleep finally taking a toll on her body. The next day, she cursed herself for sleeping so soundly in a place like this, this made her feel like she was going against everything she tried her best to represent, but she was just so tired, she couldn’t help it.

I got to get out of here, before I start thinking about staying Emerald thought, quickly sliding on her old, now washed clothes.

The she-wolf made sure to exit her room and the castle as quickly as possible, the back of her truck piled high with all sorts of supplies, some better quality this time than last. Emerald didn’t really question Lawrence’s motives as she slid her “errands” for him in the floorboards of her passenger’s side. The wolf girl was about to leave when She saw the man she had rather come to despise knock on her window with a gentle hand.

Once the window was rolled down, he spoke, his voice low and even, with his deceptively gentle tone.

“I would never try that Emerald, I merely wish for you to someday come to your sense and live with me here. You won’t be a servant or a slave; you would be a queen among mortal men. A true goddess, you know this correct? “He asked her, his voice coaxing her, attempting to pull at any urge she had to be taken care of or to be in the lap of luxury.

Lawrence should have known better.

“No thanks, besides, “Emerald paused, and quickly opened the door to the car, nearly taking out Lawerence if he hadn’t stepped back. “I’m pretty damn happy with my city. I love my people and they are all like family to me. If ya think for a second I’m gonna treat them like you like they are some damn slaves, you’ve got another thing coming. Have a nice day Lawrence; see ya when I get back with your packages.”

And with that Emerald speed off, back to Haven, Back home and as far away from that horrible place as possible. She would never give into that place. She didn’t care what they called that place, that wasn’t Paradise, far from it. That was a false paradise if anything and she would be dammed if she fell for it’s tricks. Haven was the place she was going to stay and even if it wasn’t Paradise, she was going to stay there until they had to pry her dead body away from her mattress.

“I’m coming home everyone, don’t worry, I will never leave for that place,” Emerald vowed, as she speed toward home, to where she could protect people she loved without Lawrence’s influence. To her, that was the closest to paradise she could get.

And she was absolutely fine with that.

The crowd was ravenous; all of the bystanders in this large stadium were practically salivating over a new combatant fighting one of their greatest champions.

The Five’s champions always brought out huge shows when they were announced but with this sudden development of an upstart newcomer challenging one of The Five’s champions was a big deal. The crowd was chanting various things, so many different things in fact that they all became muddled together after some time. Even with keen hearing the Lupine female found herself blocking out what the mob like crowd was chanting, too many words were conflicting with each other’s leaving them as distant background noise as she walked into the ring.

It was very large for such a covert underground operation; the tattered concrete beneath her feet was very dry thanks to the cleanup crew that would take care of it after the fights. The previous match’s stench was still in the air, hanging like a toxic cloud over the werewolf. The two combatants that were in the cage last fought viciously with one another and one nearly lost their life judging by the lingering smell of the complete and total loss of control of bodily functions The werewolf would wrinkle her nose in distaste at such a putrid smell but it did not cause her to lose her lunch like it did so many others outside of the ring. That was also a lovely smell, the contents of someone’s stomach.

The Alpha Female would roll her eyes at the weak-stomached people that were watching this. They acted as if they hadn’t ever smelt the smell of death before, this was the sort of thing they were into wasn’t it? Watching others brutalize each other to the point of death or unconsciousness, that was how they got their jollies or entertainment. Why should they be so disgusted at something they came to watch? Emerald really didn’t understand other people sometimes, which might be the reason why she was a lone wolf for such a long time.

Blue eyes gazed outward at the arena, glancing around at the chain linked fence, barb wire covered dome that walled the two competitors in. Once she was inside the cage through the side door, she heard it shut behind her with an audible clang. It was here that she met her opponent, The Minotaur.

He was a normal man once, until one fateful night that his anger got the better of him causing him to mutate and show his powers for the first time. The bull-like man towered over Emerald, his horns nearly reaching the top of The Cage. He was covered in thick brown fur, shaggy, yet groomed, his chains that covered his chest looked clean and his loincloth looked fairly well laundered. It would seem that the members of the Five wanted to keep their precious champions looking good in order to appeal to the masses. After all, if The Minotaur walked out on the streets covered in some guys entrails, people would likely take notice. In his hands, he carried two massive spiked hammers, making him even more deadly than he was in the previous fight he was in. He let out a massive roar with his bovine head, stepping forward into the ring, glaring at the wolf girl with his glowing yellow eyes.

A voice suddenly blared over the microphone set up throughout The Cage and 6 large televisions lit up vibrantly above it, showing the silhouetted figures of 6 men instead of five. The crowd stirred wondering if it was some sort of joke, the two fighters on the other hand just looked anxiously at one, Emerald wanted to start this fight as soon as possible but those Idiots from The Five, now Six, were not letting them, a large chain grate sliding upwards between the two combatants, electrified so if they disobeyed they would be shocked. Emerald didn’t like these sorts of tactics in order to get someone to listen to them, these men must be compensating for something.

“Loyal Visitors, are you ready to see the Minotaur tear into our newest challenger?” The lowest ranking member of The Five Asked, his shadow gesturing to the combatants. The crowd went while, hooting and hollering, throwing things at the cage only to have them bounce harmlessly off. They were like a crowd of monkeys demanding a banana and that, Emerald found slightly amusing. “Well then let’s start the bets.”

It was at this point Emerald just stopped listening as did the crowd and The Minotaur himself. All of the members of the Five were betting ludicrous sums on The Minotaur, as they always did, none of them wanted to show disfavor to the other nor did they think that this Beast, stood a chance against this monster of a man. Sure, she looked strong, but what damage could she possibly do really? The bets went on as usual all the way up until they got to their newest member, who did not speak at first.

“Come on Lawrence, soon The Five is going to become The Six thanks to you and your generous donations, now make your bet!” The announcer said to the shaded man on the sixth TV screen, which looked to be sitting in the chair, his hand resting on his cheek.

A deathly silence followed before Lawrence finally spoke up. “Seven hundred Million Dollars,” He began, causing the crowd to go dead silent, he had bet the most out of all of the members and of course no one expected him to, being so new in the fray.

“Alright that’s seven hundred million dollars on The Minotaur,” The announcer began “Now lets-“

“Wait, I never said who I was placing my bet on did I?” Lawrence’s smooth voice practically purred out. “I’m betting on The Beast, not The Minotaur.”

At first the crowd was placed in a stunned silence, including the Beast herself who looked over at that 6th screen with a baffled look on her face. The man on the screen gave her a small wave, a low chuckle.

“Let’s have a good show, hm?” He asked, causing a shiver to run down Emerald’s spine. She didn’t like that tone he took, he was talking way to confident for someone who might have just spent all of his earnings on just a fight with her and some big, idiot, Minotaur.

Not only that, but his voice sounded too…smooth, seductive for one of these big time criminals. Most of them sound rough or at least like some sort of gangsters, this guy sounded like he just got out of finishing school.

Oh well, might as well flatter the guy before I show him I’m worth every penny. Emerald smirked

“I’m Glad someone has faith in me, Emerald called out to him, laughing a little as she gave a mock bow. Besides, at least someone didn’t bet on that creature.

Speaking of that creature, before Emerald knew it the fight had already begun and that Minotaur was charging straight towards her.

In this dark and dirty town, sometimes things got out of hand and in the case of New York City, this happened more often than not. This was why Vigilantes existed and this was supposed to be why the X-men existed in some cases.

Or at least that’s how things used to be, things have changed and with the X-men working with the Police trying to stop international crimes normal crimes were often left untouched, this is where the vigilantes came in, Vigilantes like Shred, who had become fairly notable in the back alleys of the city. A strange masked Vigilante who destroyed villains whether they were human, mutant or otherwise. Always knowing where the trouble was, always knowing weak points, Shred was a force to be reckoned with and many knew that.

However, the persona of Shred was no longer enough, not anymore.

Emerald had originally thought that she would be able to fight and not only save people as herself but as Shred as well. Not only that, but in the fast paced life as Shred, it helped her burn off the extra energy she had stored up. Problem was, it didn’t burn off all of it, the basic need to fight, to tear into her opponent was still there and she couldn’t seem to shake it. She couldn’t seem to leave that part of her behind no matter what she did and even with weekly hunting trips, she still had those bestial urges to attack.

The good thing was that she had gotten a lot better at holding herself back, but it was gradually getting harder and harder to do so. After an extended amount of time, even with herself control, Emerald’s urge to fight was far too strong even for her to handle on a daily bases, she needed a release. Something that could just get her blood boiling and to be able to release all of that rage and hatred she felt against others. Something that reminded her that she was once a fighter and always will be, something to give her a reason to fight and to get better and better every day.

If there was one thing about the fights she was forced into as a child during her imprisonment, it was the fact they always kept her on her toes. She was used for her life, it had been such a huge factor for her personality for so many years she almost felt a little naked without it.

Sure she would much rather fight for other people and the greater good, but that can only sustain the human side of her brain, right now, the beast was clawing at the walls within her mind and her body. It howled for blood and violence, the life it once lived almost five years ago. It roared for the feeling of blood beneath it's claws, for the screaming sounds of it's victims beneath it's mighty fangs. It craved a worthy opponent, wanting to feel the rush of a good fight and the euphoric feeling of fighting someone without rules and limitations.

And so did Emerald

This was where the cage matches were going come in.

After the vision that a young man had of her cage fighting, Emerald had begun to ask around, if there anything like an underground cage match in this dark and twisted city. It didn’t take her too long scrounging in the underworld to find exactly what she was looking for.

A way to let the beast free.

OOC: Warning, this post contain content that is not be appropriate for all audiences, the several different acts of violence and the terrifying villain may cause discomfort depending on the reader, Reader Discretion is advised.This also takes place a few years prior to present day.


A series of unfortunate events caused a young mutant to lose a part of herself, part of her powers, just a week before the infamous neural bomb occurred in downtown New York City. She left New York in the first place to visit her parents on a small private island off of the east coast of Florida. Deciding to go to town for provisions for the journey back to New York should not have been the cause of the strife, but it was.

It started when the kind of oil she needed was not in the local general store, making her go all the way to the outskirts of town in order to find it. Originally, she thought she had been blessed with a truck in such good condition that she could make it that far. Of course, things didn’t go her way, and the car broke down on the side of the road.

She shifted the truck into neutral and began pushing it along; giving a low growl that broke the silence of the orange grove where her truck had broken down. It was at that moment that she silently wished that she was stronger so she could push the truck far easier, but it wasn’t like that was going to happen. It was hard for her not to notice how blazing hot the little grove was, making sweat pour off of her body.

That explained why she was having a hard time pushing the truck, the hot sun always took a lot out of the water manipulator. After about fifteen minutes of pushing, a strong breeze blew through the grove, blowing southward, and if it wasn’t for the truck in front of her, it would have been blowing right into the she-wolf’s face. Letting out a sigh, the woman removed her normally comfortable denim jacket and put it in the bed of the pick-up before continuing to push, not caring if the sun burned her already tanned back through the tank top she wore.

After a while longer, the young woman then realized it was wrong of her to call this grove “small”, because it was, in fact, rather large. Colossal, even. It may take me a longer time to push this than I thought, she thought, continuing her trek. After a few moments more she stopped, going to the cab of the car to shift it into park.

From the cab, she retrieved a cold bottle of coke and she climbed into the bed of the truck, deciding to take a break after a long trek down the seemingly endless groves.

The wind then got stronger, whistling past the wolf girl’s ears, making it hard for her to listen to any of the nature around her. When she gazed above her space on the truck bed, she saw that black clouds were looming above her, seeming to glare menacingly down at her. Taking this as a cue to start pushing again before the storm started, the girl rose stood in the cab, brushing her off before she would exit the bed of the truck.

Young Miss Emerald Lupin never got that far.

Without her enhanced senses warning her beforehand, an unknown assailant leapt on her from behind, slamming her body face down into the bed of the truck. Letting out a grunt of pain, Emerald managed to catch the scent of her assailant, her nose somehow avoiding to be broken on the hard truck bed. Her blood ran cold as she breathed in a scent so familiar and so terrible that it made her freeze in her struggles. Emerald’s body was unable to move for the terrifying man, and memories that accompanied this scent overwhelmed her with a distinct feeling of absolute terror. Though she was unable to turn her head due to the massive hand pining it down, she knew who it was and she dreaded what he would do to her next. It was perfect for him, she was all alone in the middle of nowhere and he had her right where he wanted her.

“Mmmmmm is my Puppy lost?” Bloodfang asked, his voice attempting to be soothing as he ran his index finger down Emerald’s cheek. While her other cheek was planted firmly into the truck bed, the place where Bloodfang had his hand was a perfect place to hold his precious puppy’s head down while he “talked” to her.

Emerald winced, feeling him run his finger up and down her cheek several more times, now using his claw-like fingernails to carve into her skin. She shuddered in disgust as she watched that large feral looking face of his leaned down to lick at his fingers. The fear that this male put her through was unbearable. Every movement, every touch felt like fire against her skin. She knew very well what he was capable of and what he wanted to do to her, a fact that made her skin crawl.

“Ahhh, Your scent and your blood taste the same. Such a peculiar scent of lavender mixed with sea water you scent has. While your blood has that wonderful metallic taste all blood does, but yours…Ooohhh it tastes like a fine wine running down my throat my dear. So warm, so inviting and so,” Bloodfang trailed off, suddenly slashing his fingers against Emeralds cheek, he cackled at her sharp cry, the disgusting claw-like fingernails stinging her skin. He took a strong whiff of her blood just before taking his clawed fingers to his lips. “Intoxicating.”

A low growl rumbled in his throat as he removed his hand from his “mate’s” face. He rolled her over on her back, noticing his handy work on that exposed cheek, with the long gouge marks down her face. He then noticed her other cheek was bruised and her lip was busted and swollen. Placing his knees on top of her thighs he smiled sadly at his lovely mate, trying to make a look of sympathy. Bloodfang noticed those wonderful blue eyes fill with confusion as he put on an expression that made it seem like he was about to cry.

“I'm sorry my love! I shouldn’t hurt you in this way! Come here! Let me make you feel better,” he told her, pressing his lips firmly against hers.

Obviously taken aback, Emerald’s eyes widened as she tried to will her body into doing something, but it was still frozen from head to toe. No matter what she said, she was still terrified of Bloodfang and he knew that. She then felt his hand wander across her body, becoming far to acquainted with certain parts. With a brief spark of fighting spirit to avoid being hurt again, Emerald allowed his tongue to enter her mouth, just before she bit down on it, hard.

With a loud cry he drew his lips back from her, giving her enough time to have her fight or flight instincts to kick in. Just as she was about to dart away by jumping over the cab of the truck and onto the hood, leaping off of it and away from him, she felt a force grab her ankle just as she began to climb over. With a loud yelp she felt herself being thrown backwards by the yank of her ankle. This was when the grip tightened and an audible crack was heard. Emerald made no sound, but she knew her ankle was now broken and from the pain she bit her lip, as she was dragged backward with it.

Suddenly, Emerald felt the broken ankle twist causing her to cry out as she was thrown onto the bed of the truck again and again. She felt her ribs cracking more and more with every blow as blood spurted from her now busted lip. Emerald heard laughter just as Bloodfang hauled her upward, far enough so she could be partially leaning over the side of her truck. He grabbed the she wolf roughly by the shoulders, and before she could even ponder what he was doing, He slammed her torso down firmly on the side of the truck, breaking her ribs and causing her to let out a harsh scream.


Bloodfang gently lifted the young woman from her place, draped over the truck bed, and threw her on her back, making another cry escape her lips. Blood ran from the side of her mouth as pain overwhelmed her senses. His mouth kissed her jaw slowly, kissing upwards till he found the tender point of her ear. Biting down roughly, he ripped that tiny tip off of the wolf girls tender ear cause her to cry out in pain once again. At this moment, Bloodfang couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer helpless of the wolf girl. He gently spit out the tip of the ear, lapping up the small amount of blood that came from it.

“Ooohhh my dear, I love how your fear makes you unable to fight me, and you just sprawled out there makes you look far more tantalizing.” Bloodfang groaned, biting down on the mark on the wolf girl’s shoulder.

A cry escaped the girls lips again and she started trembling in fear as he loomed over her body, placing both large hands on ether shoulder all while pining her legs slightly apart with his knees. The fear in her eyes was apparent as she weakly tried to struggle beneath him, pain becoming so intense that she would soon lose consciousness. Bloodfang could see this, and he took her face roughly in one hand, forcing her to look at him while he ran his other down the middle of her torso. “Don’t go to sleep now, my precious puppy, we have so many fun things to do before you sleep."


A terrible scream erupted from the lips of a terrified female on a hospital bed, making her look around frantically. Miss Emerald Lupin had been unconscious for the past 3 weeks, making her a little disoriented when she woke up in the odd medical setting. Immediately upon her arrival back into the real world, she tried to find some way to escape the hospital she was in.

This was when she realized that she wasn’t in a hospital at all, but in a small room of a house. She was able to tell by the odd paintings everywhere, the fact that there were no doctors around her, and the anapestic smell seemed to be covered by some strange floral scent.

Once she caught a floral scent, Emerald immediately knew where she was. She was in her old friend’s house. Miss Shift’s house. The young woman couldn’t help but notice the pain that rolled through her body like waves. When she looked down to see any injuries she had, she found that there were none, well at least, non that were visible. In fact, she wasn’t in nearly as much pain as she had been before.

She looked to the small bedside table that was by her little medical bed and found a bottle of aspirin and a mirror. It was here Emerald noticed something very peculiar, the scratches on her face, though still they were nearly gone. Without thinking, Emerald leapt up off of the bed and felt no difficulty standing up…well with the exception of the brief disorientation and the excruciating pain from moving too fast.

It was strange. Despite the pain, she almost felt stronger, more alive than she had before. Inhaling deeply, Emerald could find more scents in the room than she ever had before, and it made her just want to run around and bark for joy! Wait…Bark? Emerald thought, stretching her legs a little as she made her way into the living room where Miss Jane Shift sat, drinking her afternoon tea. Sitting down next to her without a word, Emerald watched as the older woman placed her cup down and gazed calmly at the she wolf.


“I'm glad you’re awake.” Shift told the girl, smiling warmly.

Emerald couldn’t help but return the smile, though her teeth felt a little sharper than normal. Shrugging it off, Emerald responded in kind. “I'm glad I'm awake, too. Man, I thought I was done for, for sure,” Emerald told Shift, then noticing the woman shift uncomfortably. The young woman quirked a brow, noticing the change in body language.


”Shift? What’s up?” Emerald asked, her voice filled with questions.

“You nearly died, Emerald. Your blood was drowning you as it filled your lungs. By the time we got to you, he had nearly broken your spine and had popped your jaw, arms and legs out of place.” Shift explained to the wolf girl, watching her as her eyes widened.

“Then how did you fix me up, Doc? I mean, last time I checked, you weren’t a healer and the nearest healer in Florida at the time was in Hawaii visiting family!” Emerald asked, her voice rising in panic. “I'm not dead am I? This isn’t a hallucination right?!”

Shift rolled her eyes at the overactive imagination of the young wolf girl. “No Emerald…it’s just. I had to use the third set on you.” Shift paused, watching the younger woman stiffen immediately upon the mention of those words. “I didn’t use all of the injections, just two so you would survive.”

Emerald tried to be calm. Emerald tried to be rational, but the fear inside of her was building fast. Those serums were the reason why she left the labs. Those serums could have turned her into a monster if all four of them had been injected into her.

“What did that hell juice do to help me survive? What could something that was made by the hands of the DAMN DEVIL HIMSELF DO TO HELP ME SURVIVE, SHIFT?!” Emerald roared out her last words, standing up suddenly. The pain once again overwhelmed her, forcing her to sit back down. She watched as Miss Shift looked away, guilt clear in her eyes.

“Briefly, as in about a day or so, gave you regenerative abilities, giving you the means to heal faster, buying me enough time to drain the blood out of your lungs. The second injection removed all traces of synthetic powers from your body, like your water manipulation, and instead stimulated your wolven abilities,“ Miss Shift chose her next words carefully judging by the shocked look on Emeralds face.

For a moment she thought about not saying her next words, judging by how the wolf girl placed her head in her hands and shook, but no one else would tell her so she might as well be the one to do it. “In a sense, even though you haven’t been given the third and fourth injections, you are now on nearly par with Bloodfang if he ever comes after you again. You can now lift up to 400 pounds I would wager, and though your thoughts will be somewhat instinctual, if you were able to control them before you can probably learn to control them just as well again. I know this is hard, Emerald, but you have to realize, if I didn’t do this, you would have died.”

Giving the older woman a cold look, the wolf girl growled lowly at her. “I would rather die a warrior than to live on as a monsterIt was at this point the wolf girl stalked off back into the room where she had woken up, curling up on the medical bed.

Brief moments of memory came flashing back to her as she remembered all of what Bloodfang had done before her blissful unconscious state set in. A sob escaped her throat as she ran her own hands over her body, trying to erase any traces of his hands on her form. Everything that had hurt her, all of the pain she had been through in the past year came tumbling out with every low shaking sob.

Pained, wronged, the wolf girl reached out her arm and knocked everything off of the bedside table before sitting up in and throwing it against the wall. An anguished scream escaped her throat as she charged at the nearby desk, grabbing its chair and throwing it against the wall, sending it shattering into many pieces. She then slammed her hands against the desk, pounding them into it again and again until the skin on her knuckles split at they began to ache and most likely break. Emerald continued to cry and scream out until her voice broke, so much pain flowing from her was simply unbearable for anyone to hear.

In the next room, Miss Shift waited until the screams and cries stopped, knowing it would be far better to wait until the hurricane of emotions calmed. The older woman had known Emerald ever since she was a small child and had been an assassin alongside her in Fusion Corp.

She had attempted to take care of all the Lupins, just as their mother had taken care of her. Shift had managed to aide Sapphire in protecting Ruby but unfortunately the middle Lupin child often left her area of protection. It was hours later when Miss Shift heard the screaming finally stop. Making, her way into the room, she had been placed in, her eyes widened at the sheer destruction that the room held before her.

Everything was broken or shattered, blood covered the walls and there was the perpetrator, laying in the middle of the room curled up in fetal position, blood steadily flowing from her fists. Without a word, Miss Shift began to treat the young woman and was surprised when she leaned her head up against her, shaking a little as Emerald rested her body against her own. Shift stopped bandaging up Emeralds hands to wrap her arms around the girl’s shoulders, pulling her into a tight hug. She felt Emerald shake and sob in her arms, the anguish in that normally clear flowing voice was apparent.

“His Hands…I can still feel them,” Emerald whimpered in the woman’s arms, “Why won’t it go away? He didn’t go all the way but… they are still all over.”

Shift sighed, shushing the girl as she tried to rock the both of them back and forth. “It will fade in time. I promise you, all of this pain will fade in time.”

“But I will never get my water abilities back will I?” Emerald asked in a shaking voice.

“No my dear, no you won’t, I'm so sorry.” Shift told her, squeezing the younger girl reassuringly.

”It’s okay” Emerald told the woman. In her mind however she added something to the very end of that sentence. One she kept secret from Shift because she was sure the older woman didn’t want to hear. “ I don’t blame you at all. I’m just going to hunt this beast down until one of us is remains.Even if it kills me.”

Right to the stomach, the blows started flying. Emerald should have known to brace her stomach so the first actually knocked the wind out of her a bit. She quickly tightened up and allowed Rebecca to keep pounding on her.

Her student needed this far more than she thought she did and judging by how the blows were going, Emerald knew that. This is when Emerald's high pain tolerance came in handy. This sort of thing, the wolf woman knew all to well, the pain of each memory with every single blow, it was something she went through more often than she should have.

The redhead took a chance to gaze down at her student, now feeling the blows getting weaker and weaker until Becca finally broke down. Emerald felt the young girl lean against her, saw as well as smelt the tears running down her face. People's scents always changed when they were crying, different chemicals or something of that nature.

Without a single word Emerald opened up those scarred up muscle banded arms of hers and engulfed Rebecca in a Lupin bear hug. Things never got easier, even as time went on, but having someone there for you helped ease the pain a little.

"It just does, life just is never easy for anyone. We just have to live even if our lives are filled with more bad than good," Emerald attempted to reassure Rebecca, knowing she wasn't really good at it. "Take it from someone who is destined to fight demons for the rest of her life, you'll get through it. And if you don't I'll just beat the crap out of whoever isn't letting you."

Beating people up, Emerald Lupin's patented solution to every problem.

Something didn't seem right. Wether it was in the way that Rebecca was moving or the fact that she wasn't doing the normal things she used to do during training something didn't seem right. Unless Emerald was just an awful teacher which she pretty sure she wasn't, Rebecca was just acting off.

The werewolf allowed the blows to land, allowing herself to be kicked away to a short distance. Instead of charging head on to her opponent, Emerald stopped and rooted herself firmly to the ground. She might as well do that, just in case if Rebecca tried to come at her for this next bit.

"Alright, are you thinking about Agnes? Because I have never seen you this distracted before and before you ask, Ruby told me, she heard you guys." The werewolf stated bluntly, her arms crossed over her chest.

While Emerald knew this wasn't the best way to bring it up, quite frankly she didn't really care. If Rebecca wanted to moon about her girlfriend, the battlefield wasn't the place to do it. She was going to get herself killed if she kept doing that. It wasn't like Emerald was trying to be mean, she just didn't want her student to have her head in the clouds when it mattered the most.

((OOC:Hope this was okay but I figured that Em would notice the sloppier behavior of her student.))