The coat was far from a perfect disguise but at least it served to hide the blood that was covering his body.  Besides, she didn't plan on taking him out into public where others risks potentially seeing him.  They had enough problems as it was without risking a second confrontation.  Not only was she hurt,but she wasn't at all certain that his psyche could deal with the stress.  New to his powers was the first thing that came to mind, but now was not the time to have that conversation.

"I wish we had met in better circumstances, Tyson," Darkshift spoke in low tones, keeping a watching eye out four anyone nearby that might spot them.  "We're going to stick to the alleyways, it's a little bit longer but there's far less risk of being seen."  The words were spoken as much to keep her own mind focused as it was to hold the focus of the one following her.  She halted him with a hand up once as she spotted a homeless person who fortunately wandered off shortly thereafter.  "Its not far."  Hopefully she hadn't misjudged Aura or the safety of Sanctuary.

Tyson slowly followed after Darkshift, trying to get over the weakness he still felt in his knees. He didn't like this, time and again his instincts put him into positions where he detested himself. What was worse was that it usually didn't register until after it had happened, so it felt like his choice even though with hindsight it was something he would have never done. And right now it felt like he was a dangerous animal that had mauled civilians, no matter how innocent they were or not. He felt like throwing up again, the taste of blood was still in his mouth, and as much as it sickened him, his animal side liked the taste, just as when he had devoured raw meat. Oh god, did that make him a cannibal? He didn't think he could handle that, not on top of everything else.

He tried keeping close, stumbling from time to time over his own feet, but managing to at least stay upright. At least until the next wave of nausea hit min. He doubled over, throwing up again, there was less blood this time, but he still felt god awful as he struggled with the conflicting mindsets about the taste in his mouth. At this point he was sobbing, the choking sound in his throat coming out as muffled whines and growls. He staggered to his feet again and tried to keep up, trying to ignore the lightheadedness and sparks darting around the edge of his vision.

Darkshift felt for the fact that the wolf was obviously suffering but it was more important that they move quickly and not attract attention than it was to stop and tend to him.  Empathy.  It was not an emotion she was particularly familiar with.  Once, perhaps, before she discovered she was a mutant and her mother had kicked her out to the streets.  After that, however, it was all about herself and her own survival.  It felt like such a long time ago but in fact it was less than a year.  So much could change in such a short period of time.

When Tyson stopped and doubled over, so too did Darkshift.  Was it appropriate to pat the mutant in reassurance when she noticed him crying?  Would it come off as condescending, like petting a pet dog?  She wanted to help but this was far outside her realm of experience.  "Its not far now."  Words.  Empty words.  They were the best she could offer.

Only minutes after he recovered and they continued did the great golden doors of Sanctuary finally come into view.  "This is it.  Sanctuary.  Its kind of a mutant shelter for mutants who don't have anywhere else to go.  Or mutants that can't go home."  She ran up to the doors and opened them, relief flowing through her.

Tyson appreciated what little encouragement Darkshift gave, even if it was merely that they were close to the place htey were going. He understood that he was not a person people were comfortable around, especially now when he was covered in blood. The fact that she was even attempting to help him showed more acceptance of him then anything else. He didn't expect anything else in the way of comfort when he was... well, a canabalistic, bloodthirsty monster.

As Darksift pointed out Sanctuary, Tyson just contunued forward. He didn't pay much attention to the design of the building or the doors. The only thing he could focus on at the moment was not collapsing into a heap and throwing up again. He was vaguely aware that Darkshift described the place as a mutant sanctuary. In any other circumstance he may have tried to explain he wasn't a mutant(as far as he knew) and his appearance was a result of his fathers experiments on him. However, right now he couldn't muster the strength to argue the point. As long as it was somewhere safe and out of sight, that was fine.

He staggered through the door, and finally his will gave out and he collapsed into a heap against the wall, pulling the trench coat off and holding his head between his paws, shaking violently. The blood on him was starting to dry, leaving a crusty dark lining around his mouth and on his hands. He felt dizzy, lost, sick inside. He wanted the taste out of his mouth, the scent out of his nose. "hrr...hrrr w-whaaa....teerrrr...hrr..." he struggled to say, weakly trying to ask for something that could wash away that meaty iron taste.

The relief at finally entering the Sanctuary doors was palpable.  So too was the question of what to do from here.  While Darkshift was no stranger to getting herself into trouble, including someone else in that unfortunate game was something to be far less comfortable with.  She could take care of herself just fine.  Taking care of someone else?  Well, there were reasons she lived alone.

Seeing Tyson collapse to the ground, she knelt beside him.  "How much of this blood is yours?"  Medical assistance was yet another in a long list of things she wasn't comfortable with.  And touching people. "I'm going to help you remove the jacket now, OK?  So we can see how bad you're injured."  Slowly, remembering his earlier actions that suggested he was half a wild animal, she reached down to take the jacket off of him in order to better find out how severe his wounds were.

"You should be able to stay here as long as you like."  Talk to distract the both of them.  Distraction to avoid thinking about what had happened and what was happening now.  "Once we get you patched up, I can call Lisa.  She can set you up with a room if you want one."  Maybe she could find an actual doctor too.  Her own leg ached abominably but she did her best to ignore it.  More important things to worry about than her personal discomfort.

As far as Tyson could tell he was fine, his healing abilities had already mended what few injuries he had received. The blood that was on him smelt only of the men he had attacked. "Hrrrrrr f-fiiiine," he said shakily. Well, physically at least. Mentally he was having a breakdown. However he wasn't in any position to stop Darkshift from examining him, so sat still while she searched for anything wrong.

The offer for him to stay seemed like a nice gesture , but Tyson knew he would have to get back to the institute, if he didn't people would find out what he had done. Then he could kiss his cure goodbye, he'd probably be locked up. Not that he could argue the sense of it, he was a monster. But right now he wouldn't make the journey, he had to wait until his head cleared and he wasn't throwing up everywhere. He concentrated his efforts to calming down, trying to push way the thought of blood and gore. He needed to be calm.

The other mutant didn't exactly seem fine to Darkshift, but what could she really do about it?  If he wasn't willing to accept help then she wasn't about to try and force it upon him.  Besides, now that they were inside in a place of relative safety, he did seem to be doing better.  Perhaps the physical tole wasn't so bad as it had originally seemed.  Or perhaps it was and he was able to heal it or shrug it off.  She'd read that some mutants could do things like that.  

It was only now that they were back in the safety of Sanctuary that she really started to be hit by what had happened during the night.  Someone might be dead.  Not by her hand it was true, but if he was did that make her an accomplice?  It was self defense, pure and simple, so that meant she shouldn't feel regret for helping her fellow mutant, right?  Regret wasn't quite what she felt but she did feel sickness in the pit of her stomach.  This was she had taken on, it was a violent one and only then did it hit her that lives were going to be lost in its fighting.  Maybe one day she'd even be forced to end one of those lives.  What had she really taken on when she agreed to join The Order?  More, it seemed, than she originally bargained for. 

"Do you want some food," she eventually asked, realizing that her thoughts had drifted and she was brooding.  

Tyson continued take deep breaths, trying to regain some composure. Slowly his shaking lessoned, and while it didnt stop completely, the nausea started to settle. The taste in his mouth still lingered, though it was now tinged with the bitter taste of stomach acid and vomit. Ironically the taste helped settle his stomach, as long as he could not distinguish the blood taste. What he really needed was a jug of water to wash his mouth out with, to wash away all the flavors altogether. Or something else to eat, something potent enough to drive away the taste. Preferably something non-meat, though he knew that his body generally rejected vegetable matter, he would gladly down a salad or two to drown it out, and wouldn't complain about the runs he would get afterwords.

But he was at least getting past the worst of it, his heartbeat was slowing down, his breathing coming a bit easier, and he didn't feel quite as lightheaded. He began to gain more awareness of where he was, and better think about the situation at hand. God, he was a monster. That was only the best case scenereo, a cannibal, a murderer, a dangerous animal. There were so many lines he had just crossed it was dizzying. He couldn't tell anyone at the institute about this, how could he? They would probably hand him over to the police, they would lock him up in a cage or something. He couldn't let that happen, he just had to hold out for the cure. After that everything would be alright, he just needed to hold on.

"Do you want some food?" Darkshift asked. He was silent for a moment as he processed it, cutting into the thousand and one thoughts racing through his mind, then nodded. He didn't care what they had, he would gladly take anything without complaint. It crossed his mind that he had managed to drag possibly everyone in the mutant sanctuary into his problems. Would what he had done come around to ruin these peoples lives as well? He should probably not stay long, the less time he spent there the less he was likely to disrupt their lives. "Hrrrrr soooorrrrrry," he said, knowing it was pathetic and probably empty sounding coming from his deformed face, "soooorrrry fooooorrrr geeettttiinng hrrrrrr yoooouu innnnvooolveeed," he added with difficulty. He didn't know how many lives he had ruined tonight, and knew that his apologizes would do nothing to fix it, but honestly there was nothing he could think of that he could do to make anything right.

Food was at least something she could do and feel useful.  "I'll be right back."  Wandering into the kitchen, the next question was what kind of food to bring?  Being wolf-like, did that mean he ate only meat?  Or might he prefer something not meat in order to get away from that predator kind of stereotype?  Wolves were omnivores, weren't they?  Deciding variety was the spice of life, she gathered a little bit of everything the could find stashed away from fruit to sandwiches to steak.  One of the things she loved about Sanctuary was the food.  Apparently there was a mutant whose power was to create whatever food his heart desired, although she'd yet to meet him.  Whether it was true or not, there was no denying the quality of eats.

Darkshift came back into the foyer with a large platter covered in various edibles.  Taking one of the sandwiches for herself, she sat back down beside the wolf-man.  "I wasn't sure what you wanted to eat so I kind of brought half the kitchen with me," she stated in a weak attempt at a little bit of humour.  "Its really good."

She listened to him apologize and shook her head at him.  "No apologies.  We mutants have to stick up for one another and defend one another.  In a world that hates us, who do we have but each other?  You probably need to learn to control your, uh, instincts better?  But there are people that can help with that.  So you don't lose control again."  She could only imagine how terrifying such a loss of control might be.  

Darkshift left for a bit, leaving Tyson to his own thoughts, something he was not enjoying at the moment. He tried not to think about the last few events of the day, but of course, trying not to think about it only made him think about it more. He was grateful when Darkshift came back with a load of food, and spared no moment before he grabbed a sandwich and literally started wolfing down food. He only half paid attention to what was in it, he didn't care if it were meat or vegetables, even though vegetables didn't agree with him. As long as it got rid of the taste of blood he would bare any diarrhea it brought on. Needless to say it was not a pretty sight, his mouth was not built for chewing, under normal circumstances he would probably have turned away of requested to eat alone, but right now he didn't want to be alone.

He was thinking more clearly now, and he picked up on the fact that Darkshift thought he was a mutant. He may have corrected her, but the way she stated it made him think. He didn't know her very well, was the fact that she thought he was a mutant the only reason she had helped him? If he hadn't looked the way he did would she have paused at all? If he told her he was an experiment, not a mutant, would she change her mind? Would she call the cops on him? Would she attack him? He decided that at this point discretion was the better option and keeping his mouth shut would be the best course of action. this was easy, since his mouth was already full of food. He knew she was right about his control, he needed help, but didn't know how to get it.

Darkshift remained silent and allowed Tyson to eat, partaking in some food of her own.  He clearly needed it and she couldn't blame him after the night he'd had.  She did her best not to stare.  If he was less than graceful about taking in his food, it wasn't really his fault.  All mutant powers, so far as she had been able to observe at any rate, had their disadvantages and this was clearly one of his.  In many ways she was lucky: her own power allowed her to take on the seeming of different animals without actually taking on their instincts or non-physical traits.  Probably those instincts could be useful in certain circumstances, but the idea of losing control to some kind of internal beast was a terrifying one.

Only once he had finished eating did she speak again.  "Do you have a place to stay?  Or anyone to help you?  To train you?"  She didn't want to push too much because he still seemed easily spooked but these questions were important.  She wasn't abut to just leave him to his fate.  To do so would hardly be living up to her new responsibilities.

The food helped to rid of the taste in his mouth, and he used a bottle of water to wash the remaining blood off, helping to dampen the smell, and finally getting rid of the last traces of his cannibalism. He would still need a long shower after this, and an entire bottle of shampoo, but he was feeling a lot better. He made a mental note now that he was thinking clearly, no going out without some sort of cover, and avoid alleyways and dead ends. Being cornered was definitely a bad thing.

"Do you have a place to stay? Or anyone to help you? To train you?"

Tyson nodded, for the institute was there to help him, though maybe not in the way Darkshift may be thinking, but he was still hesitant to tell her the truth of his condition. As far as he knew the institute would cure him and put this nightmare behind him, then training would not be an issue. "Hrrrrrrr, shhhoouuld beeee fiiinne noooow," he growled, thinking he should probably get out of there before his presence caused an issue. He pushed himself to his feet, carefully just in case he was still lightheaded or off balance. Fortunately it seemed the worst of it was past, and he would be able to get back to the institute without issue.

The, 'should be find now', certainly sounded much better but she had her doubts.  That was a terribly traumatic event he had gone through and non in their right mind would be better so quickly after that. Still, there wasn't much she could do about it and she understood the need to keep up appearances.  She was essentially a stranger, an unknown, even if she had helped him out of a sticky situation.  Her answer would have been much the same. 

"Do you need someone to help you get back to wherever your staying?"  She hated to simply up and abandon him after the night the two of the had, but this one had to be his call.  Showing weakness was definitely a thing and not a desirable one at that.  Not wanting to expose the location of your dwelling to strangers was also a thing.  Thieves and all that.  Of which she was one.  A good one.  Not that he knew that, of course.

Tyson thought about Darkshift's offer to see him back home. If he were honest with himself, he would have loved someone to take him back to the institute, but as it was, he felt it may pose to many problems, not just to himself but to Darkshift as well. If he showed up to the institute with another person, and possibly looking worse for ware, then questions would be asked and he could quite possibly be kicked out of the institute without being given a cure if they found out what he had done. And of course, being seen with her walking through the city may draw too much attention to her and where they had come from. He didn't want to cause any more problems to Darkshift even if he was scared and traumatized. All he could possibly do was ruin both there lives and that of those in Sanctuary, so he couldn't do that, not with the guilt of what he had already done making him keenly aware of how much of a monster he was at the moment.

"Hrrrr noooooo, I knoooow thhhheeee waaaaay," he said trying not to let on how badly he was freaked out by all this. He couldn't be selfish, he couldn't endanger anyone else for his sake, he had to retain some of his humanity if he could, even if it meant being on his own. He was sure if he just ran as fast as he could, maybe he could avoid anymore incidents, an then he could slink off ot his bedroom and hide under the bed and cry there until he fell asleep.