From War, To Extinction

Chapter 3: Inheritance

Michael wipes away the blood from his ears and nose, swallowing any that remains in his mouth. Water drips away from the Hybrid's face and body, soaked through his leather jacket, jeans and the rest of his clothes. Even when his surroundings are familiar, at the same time, they're unfamiliar; it seems way too quiet to be Lucien's den, fair too dead, like all life has been drained from every inch of what used to be a home for the Lycans. Michael recognises everything about the place he lies in; the waterygrounds, the hole in the wall that Viktor had thrown him through, he was standing in the exact spot he became a Hybrid, one of the most powerful creatures in existence. He leaps through the hole and into the room with ease, his eyes immediately meeting the small skeleton perched against the wall; Lucian's skeleton.
"Hello, old friend," Michael sighs, staring at Lucian's still-intact gauntlet-blades. "You deserved better than this, but I'm glad you never got the chance to see the carnage that's occurring now. I will avenge you, Lucian, not just you, but the remainder of your Lycan clan. Goodbye, old friend."

Michael finds himself out of the sewers and into a Blue-Zone; one of few places where life flourishes for humans; exotic cafes, restaurants, protected landmarks, places where Immortals would be shot on sight if seen or scanned. Michael knows he shouldn't be in this zone, that it'll only cause trouble, and if everything turns to shit, the soldiers on the towers will be the ones to open fire. He wanders through the designated streets, looking around for a way out, surrounded by people in exotic clothes, eating exotic foods, carrying exotic weapons on them, Michael knows he has to stick to himself, or at least try to.
"Cigar, son?" An older man asks him, with a thick strong scented cigar in his hands.
"I wouldn't normally, but yeah, sure."
Michael takes the cigar from the man's hands, lighting it before sticking it into his mouth, feeling its taste flow down his throat. Michael breathes it in before exhaling, creating a ring in the blink of an eye, smiling happily at what he'd just created.
"Thank you."
Michael begins to move towards the exit of the zone, but stops when he hears a familiar sound; the sound of galloping, from Lycan legs. The sound becomes louder and louder, until the ground begins to shake, indicating a indescribable number.
"ONE OF THE ROOF!" One of soldiers screams, firing his weapon before being mauled to the ground by a large, healthy looking Lycan.
People begin to panic, taking cover behind glass windows, anything they can reach while others find themselves to their weapons. Gunshots become more occurring, Antigen is moving in quicker than the Lycans, and as much as it's hard to believe, the Lycans are outnumbered.

Michael spots masses of Lycans piling up on the rooftops, threatening the humans with growls and roars, something which doesn't bother him.
"This isn't my problem."
Michael begins to leave the Zone before it locks down, until he stares back at the crowd, spotting a little girl; barely twelve, black hair, blue eyes staring at him. The look of her nearly makes Michael weep, she looks like his daughter, and the idea that she is minutes away from being devoured by Lycans, soaks rage into his heart. Michael unzips his jacket, tearing it off and revealing his shirtless, pale, muscular and scarred torso, leaving only his gauntlets, jeans and boots. Michael's body begins to break and crack into shape, his skin becoming dark blue as claws dig from his finger nails. His eyes change pitch black while his teeth extend and sharpen within seconds, finishing his transformation. Michael roars monstrously at the Lycans, making it echo throughout the entire city, possibly scaring every man, woman, child, Lycan, and Vampire that co-exists with Budapest. Michael watches as the Lycans disperse in absolute fear, moving away from the zone in seconds. Michael growls violently, his eyes fading back to extremely light blue within seconds, his skin become pale once more, with claws and fangs changing back to normal. Michael stares at the crowd he had just saved, everyone but the little girl stares back with horror. As much as he feels prejudice, he doesn't regret the decision he had made, not one bit.
"SURROUND THE HYBIRD!"

Michael throws an Antigen soldier into a wall then grips onto a another, twisting and breaking his neck instantly, taking his gun before dropping the soldier's lifeless corpse to the ground. Three more soldiers enter the scene, but are gunned down by their Hybrid enemy within seconds, dropping them and his weapon to the ground like they're made of stone. Michael moves through the alleys like a hurricane, appearing only as only a black gush of wind, using every inch of his power to outrun the helicopters that pursue him from above. Michael stops when he feels a sharp pain in his shoulder, dropping him to the ground almost instantly. Michael feels his collar-bone, gripping a thin spear like object that he can feel has gone through, a rope tied to it. He slowly pushes the spear back through the entrance it came in, holding it tightly as his growls at the soldier who fired it at him.
"My turn, cunt," Michael growls, yanking the rope and sending the soldier right towards him.
Michael grips tightly onto the soldier's neck, holding him in the air, feeling the oxygen drain from his body. Another spear pierces Michael's chest, making him shriek in pain as he drops the soldier, then another through the shoulder once more, then another through his leg. The pain begins to become overwhelming, slowly dragging him back to the ground.
"Subject-Zero is incapacitated, requesting a portable cell ASAP."

Michael stares at the shadows of the alley, spotting a dark figure behind one of the soldiers; slim built, short, cloudy blue eyes, feminine scent; a female Lycan.
"ECHO-ONE! LOOK OUT!"
The figure slaps and launches on of the soldiers into a nearby wall, crushing him at impact.
"TEAR HER APART!" The silhouette of the figure's hands form into claws as she cuts down another one the soldiers, using their claws to cut down the final soldier.
The figure reveals themselves from the shadows, revealing a young, Asian woman; her eyes dark brown, nearly black.
"K- Kas- Kassie?!" Michael shrieks, the spears causing him pain.
"What'p, old man. Need a hand?"