Urbex

Unleashed

Nolan's POV

One of the soldiers approaches, his gun trained steadily on Sig's head. "I wouldn't do that." I say to the gunman. "Shut up. You, thing, hand over the agent." The man spits. Sig growls, leaning over and putting Fenix at my feet, stepping in front of us both. "I ain't gonna ask again." The soldier demands in an arrogant tone. In an instant, I see Sig grab the guy by the throat and bite his arm clean off, hurling his screaming body into one of the helicopters and uttering an earthshaking roar. The helicopter crashes into the hillside, exploding. There's a few seconds delay before an eruption of gunfire as all the soldiers target Sig. I barely manage to drag myself and Fenix behind a rusty mine cart, but Sig doesn't get the chance. I watch as he takes tens of hits, stumbling to his knees and returning to human form. "Sig!!" I shout, powerless. The men riddle him with bullets until a voice comes. "That'll do." I peek out from behind the mine cart to see a man in a white uniform with a bright blue beret approaches Sig, who must be dead. I break down, mourning. The bastard laughs. "Dead as can be. Nice shots boys. Now, where's our man?" He says. He looks over the mine cart. "Ah. Here we are." There's a noise. A small clink. Followed by two more, a third and fourth. I look to see where it's coming from, seemingly near Sig's still kneeling body. A small pile of bullets is in front of him, all bloody. I watch as another shiny copper bullet slowly wriggles out of one of the several wounds, falling to the concrete with a clink. "What the hell?" The beret guy whispers. I gasp as Sig's head rises, his whole body tensely shaking. He inhales deeply and utters guttural yell, flashing to his feet and delivering a fierce uppercut into the guy's chin, the crunch of a snapping neck sounds. He stares into the crowd of remaining soldiers, and I notice his eyes are bloodshot, the irises a bright yellow. His mouth drips with the soldier's blood and he looks just as beastly as he did in the wolfish form. The remaining soldiers quickly move back to their vehicles and speed away. Slowly I stand, shaking Fenix to wake him up. He looks pale and half dead but gives me a thumbs up. "We're gonna get you somewhere safe. Hang in there." I say. Sig picks him up and carries him to the RV and I floor it toward the nearest hospital.

Sig's POV

I can't seem to stop breathing heavily, adrenaline still coursing through my veins. "I just got shot over a hundred times." My brain remembers. I look down, scanning myself for wounds. I see only my heaving chest, no bullet holes, not even a scar, just my blood soaked skin. I take a deep breath, trying my best to relax. I suddenly pick up on the taste of blood, "Eugh." I groan, trudging over to the sink to rinse my mouth. "You ok Sig?" Nolan's still shaken up voice calls from the front of the RV. "Don't worry about me." I say. "Easier said than done." He replies. We finally arrive at the hospital, and we get Fenix inside. The doctors keep telling me to get on a stretcher too, and I remember I'm still covered in blood. I refuse, going back to the RV to shower.

Nolan's POV

Sig rushes off, and the nurse returns to me. "He's stabilized, and his spine's intact but it looks like a deep laceration, he'll need about a week." She says. "Thank you." I breathe. I return to the RV, climbing into the top bunk. I hear the shower turn off. "He gonna be ok?" Sig's voice sounds through the thin wall. "Should be. He'll need a week to recover." I reply. "That's relieving." He says. We sit in silence for a minute. "Small problem." He says. "Yeah?" "My clothes all have bullet holes or are too small." Sig says, with a laugh. "Ah shit. They'll take care of Fenix, let's run to Walmart." I reply, hopping off the couch and into the driver's seat. I put the key in the ignition and feel a knife suddenly pressed against my throat. "We're here for our agent. Where is he?" A gruff voice says from behind me. I give him no answer.

Sig's POV

I hear Nolan go suddenly silent, no sounds of movement. I then hear a voice I don't recognize. "Ah hell." I whisper. I crack my knuckles and burst out of the bathroom buck naked, grabbing a cast iron frying pan from the rack. A knife-wielding man in a white uniform reels around, his eyes widening. "RRRAAAAGHHH!!!" I shout as I charge the guy. My pan strikes hard against the assailant's wrist, disarming him, and I slap him across the cheek with it. He reacts quickly, knocking the pan out of my hand with a well-placed elbow, leaving us both weaponless. I send my left fist into his teeth and haul him by the scruff over to the door, slamming it open and tossing him into the parking lot. He stands, shaking off the hit and spitting out a few teeth. He assumes an offensive stance, fists clenched. I grab my pan from the floor, leaping out of the RV and throwing the pan square into his forehead at full force.

Nolan's POV

There's a loud SPANG and Sig hops back into the RV, shutting the door. "Looks like they're after Fenix. What should we do?" He says, sitting across from me with a slightly bent frying pan in hand. "Put some damn clothes on!" I say, averting my eyes. "Sorry!" He says, rushing back to the bathroom, covering himself with the pan. "I'll go get Fenix." I say, grabbing a handful of ammo for my Webley and loading it up. "Be ready to back me up if I need it." "Got it." Sig replies. I open the door and hop out, running to the entrance of the hospital.