From War, To Extinction

Chapter 9: The Damned

It's been a few days since Michael and Alex broke Bartholomew from prison, but due to the sun consuming most of the day, Michael hasn't had a chance to introduce both of them to Kassie and the rest of the underground Lycan Colony, but instead, Michael organised a meeting with Kassie, Samuel and the remaining Lycans from the counsel. Now, all they have to do, is wait for them to arrive, and hope that things won't escalate negatively.
"Even thought I can't read your mind, Alexander," Matthew begins speaking. "I can tell that you're somewhat, nervous."
"Nervous that Michael's Lycan disciples might rip me limb from fucking limb? Yeah, a little," Alex sighs.
"Don't be nervous," Michael says, pouring himself a whiskey and then dumping three unknown pills down his throat. "They'll probably just ask for a big fucking explanation as to why you're working with us, and why you helped me break a 'Illusionist' from Immortal prison.
"Shouldn't be too hard, knowing you're ability to talk to people," Alex smirks. "Wanna' pour me a drink?"
"No," Michael answers, taking a long sip of his own. "Come and pour it yourself, but don't touch the twelve year old scotch."
"Never saw you were a drinker," Matthew comments.
"Never saw you for a man that plays with sulfur hexafluoride like a little kid, but I guess, you're deep voice has to come from somewhere, right?"
"You never know, Michael," Matthew growls back. "Maybe my voice is completely fucked up."
"Yeah ma-" Michael stops, swallowing the rest of the whiskey in his glass. "We'll continue this another time, the Lycan counsel is here."
"Should I get the door?" Matthew jokes, fidgeting with the tube on his mask.
"No, I'll get it," Michael answers, placing the glass on one of the benches. "Alex, make sure you're comfortable, I can smell how nervous you are from here."

Michael opens the door to his home, welcomed by the sight of Kassie and her brother Samuel, four other Lycans huddled behind them, every single one of them armed. This isn't going to go well.
"Thank you for coming, Kassie. We have important things to discuss, things that, well, may escalate quickly."
"Are you okay?" Kassie questions, a concerning look on her face. "Is it your family? Have you found them?"
"No, but I did find allies that will help me find them, and I want you to meet them. Come."
Michael guides the Lycans into his poor-lighten home, moving through the hall and into the largest room of the warehouse, where Michael's newest allies remain, waiting.
"Kassie, Samuel and Counsel, this is Bartholomew Jameson; he's been training me to really take control of my powers, shift not just my own abilities, but become something else altogether."
"Well, hello there," Matthew says from underneath his mask, his dark voice already giving Kassie the creeps.
"You do know you said 'allies' right? That's a plural?" Kassie giggles.
"Kassie, stop," Samuel smirks.
"I know what I said, just, I need you to think before reacting to this one, okay?"
"Okay?" Kassie agrees. "No matter what you see, boys, do NOT open fire."
"At first, I thought he was an enemy of ours, wanting the same as Antigen, but, throughout these past days, we've accomplished much together, all three of us. We stopped convoys from taking both Lycans and Vampires to concentration camps, escorted them to different locations, some are going to join our Revolt. He's kinda' like us; Immortal, but human, more relating to Corvinus himself. Counsel, the son of Director Krasper himself, Alexander, has joined the Revolt against his father. Alex?"
Kassie and the rest of the Lycan Counsel watch carefully as Alex reveals himself from behind the bar section of the room.

"I know what you're thinking; why? Why would Alexander Krasper revolt against his own father, and I can answer that question. My father, for a millennia, has hated the other Immortal species; Vampires and Lycans, seeing them as beasts that were destined to be eradicated by a more 'Superior' species of Immortal. He desperately tried to explain that to Alexander Corvinus, but, because Alexander's sons William and Marcus were the first of each species, my family was caste out, which only increased my father's rage. My father's rage waged across hundreds to thousands of wars, and one by one, the other Species were becoming rarer and rarer. This went on for centuries and centuries, formed the path right up to this point, and I've seen enough death and suffering. Julius Krasper is not a man, he's a monster, Michael Corvin is the definition of Leader, Protector, and Savior, that is why I'm destined to help you stop him. He must die-"
"And if we don't act soon," Michael sighs. "I'll never get the chance to see my unborn child grow up."
"Why?" Samuel questions. "What do you mean?"
"Julius, he's trying to create a Phase Two version of his Death-Squad members; combining the DNA of his current Death-Members, and, well, the Hybrid strand. After they do his bidding, he'll terminate them. His current Death-Members are immune to pain and emotion, heal extremely fast, and are able to crush a Lycan in human form, combine that with the abilities of somebody like Michael, and-"
"We have something unstoppable," Kassie sighs.
"Yes," Alex nods. "If we're going to fight them, we're going to have to act soon."
"Stop," Michael growls, staring at the ceiling.
"What?" Kassie asks.
"Stop talking- Do you hear that?" Michael asks the group, but all seem to shake their heads.
"I don't hear anyth-" Alex stops, focusing on an extreme level. "Oh fuck, I recognise that sound."
"What is it?" Matthew growls, pulling a SPAS-12 from behind the bar, pumping it once and catching the shell that pops out.
"Helicopters, specifically, Death-Squad helicopters."
"They've found us," Kassie says, gripping onto the radio on her belt. "Lycans! Battle Stations! NOW!"