From War, To Extinction

Chapter 6: Nightmares, Choices

Michael eyes string open, finding themselves in a thick fog of unknown darkness. He begins to panic almost instantly, wondering where the fuck he is, and better yet, how did he get there. He retracts his claws from his finger nails, staring around the dark, wondering if Lycans, Vampires, or even Antigen forces will attack him, but within a few minutes, he realises nobody is coming.
"HELLO?!" He screams, his voice echoing through the dark, like he's back inside the main tunnel.
Shh, shh, shh. Michael, you're going to be okay, just stay in there.
I'm sorry, Selene. I failed you, both of you.
LENA! GET A VEHICLE THAT WORKS! NOW!
Eve- I love you so much and- I'm- I'm sorry.
Daddy. DADDY!
"MICHAEL!" He hears Selene's voice scream, the sound making it seem like she's being attacked, and violently, making him rush blindly into the unknown.
He begins to see a light as he grows deeper and deeper into the dark, as well as three dark figures, one attacking the others, knocking them to the ground almost instantly. Michael reaches the light, but is blinded by the sudden surge to his eyes, hearing the sound of somebody choking on blood. His eyes come to, and suddenly, he sees it; the thing he thought was impossible, and the thing he was terrified of happening. David lays on the cold blood soaked tiled ground, the crimson blood flowing around him like he's a cloud, raining his blood in a storm of violence. His guts are torn out from his chest and stomach, his legs broken, and his hand still holding onto a handgun. Lena lays a metre away, her headless body still as a statue, the claw marks on her body giving Michael an idea of what might've killed them; Lycan, or Hybrid. That's when his eyes meet another figure on the ground.

"No," Michael sighs, his knees hitting the floor as his eyes stare at a still, dead Selene. "Selene..."
He feels a soft, sudden grip on his leg, and as he stares down, he sees Eve, dying slowly as blood flows from a hole in her chest.
"Y- you," she gasps violently, choking on blood. "W- Why?! WHY?! YOU- KILLED US- ALL OF US!"
"What?!" Michael screams, staring at his hands; his blood covered hands. "NO."
The more he stares at his hands, the darker his skin becomes; pitch black within seconds, his claws growing inches within seconds.
"NO!"
He feels his bones snap and break into some unknown shape, like spikes are tearing from his spine. He screams at the top of his lungs, noticing the now monstrous sound of his voice, he's become the thing that he's always feared; a monster, a monster that tore his family to pieces, killed everyone he'd ever loved and swallowed by the darkness. Michael stares at his reflection in the pool of blood around him, seeing the form he has taken; pitch black skin, dark red eyes, massive teeth, a sight unknown to him. What has he become?
"NOOOOOOO!"

Michael's eyes pry themselves open once more, his body striking upwards in a shock of pain, his breathing heavy as sweat rolls down his shirtless torso. He realises where he is, not in some unknown dark place with his dead family surrounding him, instead, in the safety of his 'home away from home'.
"Shit, Michael," he cries to himself, getting out of his bed, sitting with his hand rested on his face. "Stop doing this to yourself."
He moves away from his bed, heading towards the kitchen area, knowing he needs to hydrate, and soon, it's too hot not to. He whistles as he makes his way to the white fridge he'd bought from a store deep into the city, opening the door when it's in arms reach, staring at all of the food and whiskey that sits peacefully inside, but moves one of the bottles aside, revealing a jug of water.
"Gets hot around here?" A voice states from behind him. "Doesn't it?"
"How are the fuck did you get in here?" Michael snarls, claws retracting from his nails. "Who the fuck are you?"
"I'm like you, Michael," the stranger explains. "I'm alone, I've been betrayed by the world I used to fit in with, all for being different. I know what it's like to lose everything, Michael; my home, my family, my world, all taken from me by Antigen. You're not going to believe me, because of who I am."
"And who exactly are you?"
"It's me, Michael, Alexander."

Michael growls at Alexander as the son of Director Krasper reveals himself into the light, staring the Hybrid down like he's nothing.
"I didn't come to you as an enemy," Alexander explains, looking defensive. "I come to you as an ally!"
"Yeah, right!" Michael snarls, walking towards Alexander with his claws retracted completely.
Michael lunges his claws at Alexander, but Alexander moves out of the way with no trouble, slapping Michael's elbow and forcing it into the wall.
"You didn't see that coming," Alexander smirks, his iris glowing a bright ocean blue colour. "Please, Michael. I told you in the car that all I want to do is help, I don't want to be your enemy. For fuck sake, Michael, we're related god dammit."
"LIAR!" Michael roars, running straight towards Alexander.
Michael stops when his throat is tightly gripped by Alexander, feeling the oxygen from his body drain slowly, instantly overwhelming him. But instead of crushing Michael's wind-pipe or holding onto him for five minutes or so, Alexander lets go of Michael, dropping him onto the ground.
"Listen to me," Alexander starts. "Nothing I've said to you was a lie, we're distant relatives, both of our bloodlines find themselves back to the same ancestor-"
"Alexander Corvinus," Michael sighs, caressing his wind-pipe.
"Exactly."
"That doesn't tell me what you are, why you're so powerful."
"Michael Corvin, you have unlimited power, and yet, you don't know how to access it. You could rip me, my father, anyone apart, but your problem is, you don't even know that. You, your wife, and your daughter, as well as the unborn child harboured inside of your wife's womb, are the most powerful beings that will ever exist in the world. Me, on the other hand, I'm human, well, sort of. I'm like him; Corvinus; an Immortal human, in my prime. Speed, strength, healing, immunity, intelligence and durability, all aspects of an Immortal in their prime. Michael, I'm here to help you; I want to help you find your family, I want to help you lead your Lycan army, I want to you kill my father, free your species, free our species. It all starts with one step; releasing your inner power, and I'm going to help you."