The Curious Case of the Fantastic Feline Figure (ON HOLD)

Chapter 4- The Leecher and the Hypervore

The corridor that currently contained the two men was dark. One bearded, and the other clean shaven. Both terrified.
"What... the hell are we going to tell him." Cal asked nervously, turning to his beardless friend.
"Cal, I... I really don't know." Jak responded quietly, before adding even more quietly, "We can't lie though. We need to tell him the truth."
Though both men thought they were walking slow enough, the corridor had reached it's end all too fast and they were at their dreaded destination. The door stood in front of them, and despite the fact that neither of them wanted to open it, they both found themselves doing exactly that.

Silhouetted in front of the two men, the figure was facing away. Large muscles flexed beneath his white, short sleeved t-shirt, and he cracked his neck, disturbing his scruffy, light brown, mid length hair.
"Calvin and Jackson," the figure spoke, without even turning around. "I trust your report is positive. Tell me, what did Dimitri find me this time?"
The muscular figure turned to Cal and Jak, flexing his hands. His brown eyes stared through his underlings, his mouth somewhere between smirk and snarl.
"Sir." Jak began, seeming smaller than ever. "We failed."
"Unsurprising," the boss continued, turning and pacing the room. "I don't blame you two, sometimes things get in the way. But tell me, you did catch what they looked like, correct? What age were they? Did you learn their power?"
"Well, teenage boy." Cal followed on quietly. Hesitating for a second, he continued on. "He... he had the head of a cat."
No noise sounded in the room. The outburst of anger that the two had expected from their boss didn't come. Instead, he spoke calmly after what felt to Jak and Cal like an eternity of silence, but what was more likely less than a minute.
"I see. You did your best in the circumstance and that will not be held against you. However, excessive force seems to be required. It appears I will have to send out Reflux."

Saturday morning had dawned and the sun was up. Tom was lying in bed, not quite asleep but not ready to get up yet either. As he heard the faint noise approaching him, he swiped his hand and knocked the paper cup to the ground before it hit him.
"You're awake, good!" Marlon called from across the room.
It was about eight o'clock in the morning, and Tom had been thinking about breakfast for about ten minutes. Looking around the room, he saw that he wasn't the last one up. Gil was already also awake, but Lib was still asleep in bed, dark hair strewn across her face. Marlon was already arming himself with another cup when Gil stopped him.
"Lay off, Marlon." Gil gently ordered. "You know she likes to sleep in on weekends."
"Well she better wake up soon or we'll miss breakfast." Marlon sighed, falling backwards onto his bed and staring at the ceiling.

It wasn't long before Libitina woke up too, only about ten minutes, and she managed to get herself ready at a decent pace, with no small part of that being Marlon's insistence on rushing. Tom did not miss breakfast, despite Marlon's unfounded worries.
"So what do you guys normally do on weekends?"
"Oh, you know," Marlon replied through a mouthful of waffle that was taken a bit exciteably, "Fun things."
"He sits and listens to music, I find something to entertain myself with and Lib reads." Gil elaborated, far more helpfully in Tom's opinion.
"Sometimes we even get Marlon to take his headphones off long enough to go outside." Lib quietly followed up.
"Hey, you still take that book even when we do go out!" Marlon retorted after finally swallowing his chunk.
"So what sh-" Tom began to speak as the blaring sound of shouting and the appearance of an unfamiliar figure, an elderly looking man with fairly messy salt-and-pepper hair and a matching rough beard.
"Security alert! We have an intruder in the building!" the man shouted. "Everyone back to your dorms!"
Not needing further explanation than this, Tom started to follow his roommates out of the hall.

"Who was that?" Tom asked as they hastily moved towards the dorms.
"Well, you've seen him- well some of him, and he's seen you." Gil responded
Tom thought about it for about a minute as he walked before it finally clicked.
"That's Argus!" Tom exclaimed, to which Gil simply nodded before they continued moving.
"Good job, that's-" Gil began before he was cut off by a sudden, loud impact against the corridor wall.
"We gotta get mo-" Marlon shouted before he too was prematurely stopped by the wall smashing inwards, exposing the corridor to the open outside air. Through the impact site came a reasonably large figure, with dark-blonde hair mostly covered by a red cap. His most noticeable features, however, were his jutting, thick forehead and relatively large mouth, however. His hands were fairly large too, shovel-like, Tom thought, and his clothes were practically all red. The man picked up a piece of debris and threw it into his mouth, before turning towards Tom.