"MICHAEL! HELP ME! HELP M-"
Kassie is stopped from screaming any further, but from what? She doesn't seem to know that. She feels herself being dragged along the ground by two separate pairs of arms, her vision now blurred and her head aching like a meteorite just hit her. Her eyes fail to adapt to any of the light that touch them, making it harder for her to see anything, but the sounds on the other hand, they're almost crystal clear.
"The boss is gunna' be real impressed when we take this bitch to him."
"Fuck you," Kassie grunts, trying to fight away the Lycan hands on her.
"Fuck up, whore."
"You seem to be forgetting about an important element that may or may not crush your idea to 'impress' the boss; her brother, you remember him, Clay?!"
"The bosses right-hand man, right?" Clay snarls. "Fucken' fucker will probably fucking whisper in the fucking bosses fucking ear, make us let the fucking bitch go."
"Don't believe that, trust me, the boss has been quite, vexed with little Miss Kassie, don't be surprised if he forces Samuel to kill her."
"Shhh, we're here now."
Kassie's vision begins to come too, the light welcoming her as her head begins to sooth. She stares around the area he recognises clearly; the place that used to be her home, the place that used to bring her safety; Fayhaven; the last fully occupied Lycan den in all of Budapest, a place where Lycan men, women and children are protected by Antigen. But this place isn't the place she used to be know, it's ruled, rather than lead, and the ruler of Fayhaven, sits right before her on his throne.
"Hello Kassie," a large, male Lycan smirks, sitting before her, staring with dark brown eyes.
"Koche."
"It's great seeing you again," Koche smiles, his eyes fading into a cloudy blue Lycan colour. "How has the outside world been treating you?"
"Oh, you know, when you're wanted for masses of civilian murders and the destruction of Antigen supply points, guard posts, as well as threats to the company itself? Yeah, it's been really fucking peachy."
"Good to know, but, Kassie, you really shouldn't have come back. You know what I told you would happen if you came back; you'd die," Koche chuckles, his face becoming red within seconds. "I told you, and I quote, I would rip your fucken' throat out with my bare fucken' hands, and yet, here you are, an unwanted presence in Fayhaven, a place where real Lycans are welcome."
"Where's Samuel, Koche?! WHERE'S MY BROTHER?!"
"Samuel," Koche orders, a cane thick in grasp. "Come out here and greet your sister."
Kassie watches as her younger brother, Samuel, reveals himself from the obselete darkness of the throne, his now long, animalistic hair surprising his older sister.
"Hey, sis."
"Hey, bro."
"What a lovely family reunion, now, I hate to break it guys, but, Samuel, you need to do me a very, very complicated favour."
"No, Koche," Samuel says, his voice cracking, nearly begging as his eyes become full of water. "Don't, make me do this."
"You know this was gonna' happen, Samuel, kill your sister, the exact way I trained you to do it. And Samuel, if you don't do it, not only will the hounds tear her to fucken pieces in front of you, but then it will be Sally, then your unborn child."
"What?" Kassie gasps. "Samuel, you're gonna be-"
"Then, I will personally rip you to fucken' pieces, piece by piece, until you find your tongue on the floor."
"Boss," Samuel sighs, his eyes dripping with tears. "Please."
"FUCK IT! BOYS, TAKE HER TO THE HOUNDS."
"NO! KOCHE!" Kassie screams, her voice cracking until the pressure of Clay's hand on her throat. "MICHAEL!"
A near deafening roar-like sound echoes through the tunnel, making even Koche's spine chill.
"What the fucking hell was that?" Koche snarls, getting off his throne, his cane dug deep in his grip. "Clay, take your men in there, it's clear that Kassie didn't come alone, so take care of the fucker."
"Yes, boss," Clay agrees, whistling loudly, summoning five of his men, all five equipped with weapons. "C'mon, boys. Lock and load, let's kill whoever is in those tunnels."
"Dibs taken the cunt's head," one of Clay's men growl, chuckling as he and the others disappears into the dark tunnel.
"You'd make this a lot easier if you told me who you brought with you, maybe, I'll feed them to the hounds too."
"That's going to be a little difficult," Kassie giggles, a muzzle on a shotgun pushed into her temple by one of Koche's guards.
The sound of rapid gunshots occurs within the tunnel, followed by the sound of yelling and screams of pain, and an animal growling and roaring.
"What the fucking fuck are you doing about?!" Koche screams, pulling a large sword from his cane, right as the gunshots and scream stops. "Set up a perimeter on the entrance, DO IT NOW!"
"GET MY SISTER AWAY FROM THE ENTRANCE, NOW!" Samuel commands, cocking the shotgun in his hand, pointing at Koche. "DO IT, AND I'LL HELP YOU TAKE WHOEVER IS IN THOSE TUNNELS, DOWN!"
A loud scream is heard from the tunnel, moving quickly and swiftly through the darkness, straight towards the perimeter of heavily armed guards. Through the dark, Kassie spots a pale figure approaching the light, a recognisable figure; Michael.
"LIGHT HIM UP!" Koche screams, watching carefully as his guards open fire on the unknown, shirtless figure.
Michael sprints towards the perimeter of guards, screaming violently as his claws retract from his finger-nails almost instantly, his mind ignoring the bullets that hit his body, instead, replacing the pain with rage. He lunges at two of the guards, slitting one of their throats and slicing the head of the other. Michael moves through the crowd, slicing through the guards like they're made of air, swiftly killing them in all in a small fit of rage before leaping towards Koche, the flow of blood following him. Michael lands on top of Koche, his claws dug deep into the chest of the Lycan Tyrant, Koche's sword doing the exact same to Michael.
"You- think you can kill-" Koche grunts, blood seeping away from his mouth. "Me? I'm- the King- of the Lycans."
"No," Michael sighs, tearing the blade from his chest. "You were never a King, you were a Tyrant."
Michael yanks his claws away from Koche's chest, allowing the blood to flow away from his chest, killing him slowly. Groups of Lycan soldiers appear from the darkness of the main tunnel, looking scared rather than ready to open fire on the man that just killed their leader. Kassie knows some of these men and women; they're just innocent people, trying to protect their families, people that feared for their lives, and due to that, followed every choice that Koche made. They lived in fear, but now, they don't have to, Michael had saved them.
"YOUR TYRANT! IS! DEAD!" Michael screams, Koche's sword thick in his grasp. "YOU ALL KNOW WHO I AM, WHAT I AM, BUT YOU NEED NOT FEAR ME! NONE OF YOU NEED TO FEAR FOR YOU LIVES! THIS COMMUNITY WILL BE FREE OF TYRANNY AND DESPAIR! I PROMISE YOU A LIFE FULL OF SAFETY, WHERE YOUR FAMILIES CAN LIVE WITHOUT THE FEAR OF THE OUTSIDE WORLD, THE WORLD THAT HATES US! ALL I ASK OF YOU, IS TO PLEASE, HELP ME FIGHT AGAINST ANTIGEN! HELP ME FIND MY FAMILY! LET ME BE THE LEADER THAT YOU DESERVE! I AM MICHAEL CORVIN, AND NO MATTER WHAT, I WILL FREE OUR KIND OF THIS TORMENT, I WILL BE THE END Of ANTIGEN!"
"MICHAEL! MICHAEL! MICHAEL!"
The sound of the crowd screaming his name gives Michael a chill down his spine, he now knows the person he needs to become, the leader that will free the world of Tyranny, of Antigen. Doesn't matter what happens, in the end, Michael knows he will be the one to kill Antigen, forever.
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From War, To Extinction
ActionA far more dangerous and powerful Michael emerges from death and into the war-zone of the Second Purge. Unsure as to where his family is, Michael wages a war against the forces that once held him prisoner, prepared to do anything to get Selene, Eve...
