Guidestar Combatants

The Shade and The Fangs

"Cabe, behind you." Cord's urgent yell echoed through the chaos around them. The sounds of gunfire and explosions filled the air, drowning out any other noise. But Cord's voice cut through, sharp and clear, alerting Cabe to the soldier sneaking up behind him.

Without hesitation, Cabe spun around and fired his gun, the recoil jolting through his body as the bullet hit its target. The soldier's body dropped to the ground with a thud, blood pooling beneath him. Cabe took a deep breath, trying to calm the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

But there was no time to rest. Steel's voice broke through the chaos, urgent and determined. "Let's get out of here!" Without waiting for a response, he bolted towards the large opening in the wall, created by the car crashing through.

Cabe and Cord followed close behind, their feet pounding against the ground as they ran towards safety. But even as they fled, Cabe couldn't shake the images of the soldier's lifeless body and the reality of the danger they were in.

Steel, always one step ahead, had already reached the garage and was opening the door to reveal two sleek black SUVs. "In here! We'll take these," Cord announced, relief flooding through his voice.

But Steel's eyes were on his son, who was still unconscious and slumped in his arms. He wasted no time in strapping him into one of the SUVs before jumping into the driver's seat and revving the engine.

As they sped away from the White House, Steel's mind was racing with a million thoughts. But one in particular kept gnawing at him – Triton. He had been left behind in the chaos, and Steel couldn't shake off the guilt that was gnawing at him.

Without hesitation, Steel abandoned the SUV and ran back towards the car they had arrived in. As he reached it, he saw Triton moving in the driver's seat, pushing against the dashboard with all his might.

"Triton, do you need help?" Steel asked, swinging open the passenger door and offering a hand.

But Triton's response surprised him. "No, I think I can push it off." And with that, he used his newfound strength to push the car forward, his muscles bulging with effort.

As Triton stepped out of the car, Steel couldn't help but notice the change in him. There was a hunger in his eyes, a hunger that went beyond physical nourishment. It was a hunger for revenge, for justice.

"I am so hungry," Triton muttered, his voice laced with a mix of desperation and determination.

And as Steel watched Triton, he realized that his son was no longer just a boy. He was a force to be reckoned with, a complex and intriguing character who had undergone a transformation in the face of danger.

Together, they headed towards the SUVs, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. But one thing was certain – nothing could break the bond between this band of survivors, united by their determination to survive and protect each other.

Steel sprinted to the driver's side of the car, his heart pounding in his chest. Triton walked forward with a disturbing calmness, his eyes ablaze with an otherworldly hunger. Steel's mind raced as he watched his friend's transformation, his once gentle demeanor now replaced with a savage thirst for blood.

Triton slammed the door shut, the glass shattering into a million pieces. Steel jumped back in shock, his senses on high alert. He could hear Triton's blood rushing through his veins, feel the heat emanating from his body. Fear and concern mingled in Steel's mind as he cautiously approached Triton.

But as Triton turned to face him, Steel could see that he was no longer the friend he once knew. He was a predator, drawn to the scent of fresh blood. Steel took a step back, a twinge of fear creeping into his heart.