From War, To Extinction

Chapter 12: Rage

"OPEN FIRE, TAKE CORVIN DOWN!"
"HE'S GOING FOR THE TANKS, RUN!"
"I'M HIT!"
"RETREAT, RETREAT!"
"EVERYONE GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"
"CODE BLACK! I REPEAT, CODE FUCKING BLACK!"
"HE'S GOT MY NECK, AHHHHH!"
"THIS ISN'T OVER, CORVIN!"
"MICHAEL!"

Michael gasps desperately for air, feeling like his lungs were about to explode, and with it, his skull. His ears ring intensely like someone just fired a 44. Magnum right next to his ear, but he knows that isn't the case. His body aches like he was crushed by a building, and by the look of his surroundings, he may have been. His surroundingsappear broken, like the ruins of a place that people desperately tried to destroy.
"Where the fuck am I? Kassie? Alex? Matthew?" Michael calls, stopping suddenly and thinking for a moment, remembering something that happened during the violent and eventful battle in the Dead-Zone. "KASSIE?!"
Michael tries to get to his feet, but his body aches too much, he doesn't have the strength to move. He feels like his bones are shattering into a thousand pieces, breaking away, he feels like he needs to drink fifty gallons of home-brand milk to get his strength back. How is he going to escape, if he can't even move?
"Jesus Christ, Michael," Alex sighs in a whispering voice. "You're finally awake."
"What do you mean 'finally'?" Michael snarls, managing to get to his knees.
"You've been out the past couple of days, you must've drained every piece of energy you had when you- well- whatever you did," Alex explains, a handgun strapped to his hand. "You remember anything from that night?"
"I- I can't remember much- just- voices- screams of death and pain- and- feeling an excruciating amount of pain. What have I done?"
"People hid from Antigen, but instead, you fought and doing so, you fought them back. The forces retreated, but that doesn't mean they gave up, and I knew that. With you incapacitated, I had to be the one act, I sent what remains of the Lycan colonists to an underground facility in the middle of the city; a place only I and my father know about, so, he'll never suspect they'd be so close to the homefront. The only problem is-"
"We had to split up and distract Antigen," Michael sighs.
"How did you know that?" Alex questions. "You've been out for a while."
"I just knew, I guess," Michael groans, roughly caressing his blonde beard. "Remind me, when we get outta' here, to get rid of this fucking thing."
"Maybe a hair cut too," Alex chuckles, gripping onto his radio. "Matthew, how is it looking out there?"
"Death-Squads are fucking everywhere, man, it's making me nervous. If we're going to take the chance to get the fuck to the Subway, we should do it soon, or better yet, now?"
"Michael hasn't gotten his strength back yet," Alex snarls.
"Then give him the fucking vial, that will give him more than enough energy to last him weeks, so give it to him."

"What vial?!" Michael groans violently as he gets to his feet. "The last vial I touched was a needle that I slammed into my heart, made me go berserk and tear apart a pack of 'Super-Hybrids' with little issue. So, this time, I'd love to know what is in the vial."
"It's a mix between Matthew's Vampire blood, and my Immortal blood. As I know, Hybrid's can absorb energy from the blood of both Vampires and Lycans, Immortal blood shouldn't be any different. So, drink up."
"What happens if it doesn't work?" Michael questions.
"I don't know, but it should."
"Too late for any more questions," Michael comments, drinking the vial in a second. "It- it- tastes-"
Michael begins to cough fiercely as he falls back to knees, choking while blood seeps from his nose and eyes. Dark black veins begin to tear from his eyes and down to his neck before separating to different parts of his body. Alex hears Michael's bones crack as the claws tear from his fingernails, and his Hybrid teeth form in a blink of an eye. Michael's eyes fade to pitch black and his iris glows a dark crimson red, just like when he was in his monstrous form.
"How do I look?" Michael growls in a dark voice, darker than Matthew's.
"The same as you sound, like a monster."
"I suddenly have the urge to tear through some Death-Squads, so here's the plan; I'll clear a path for you and Matthew, guide me to the Subway."
"Michael, the Death-Squads are using highly toxic nightshade poisoned bullets, they kill most of the things they touch, and because of the toxicity, they will slow even you down. Take care out there, please."
"You just make sure you're not hit, okay. You ready?" Michael growls his red iris staring Alex down.
"Ready."

"This is Death-Squad Leader-Four to the base, how copy?"
"This is base, report."
"We've lost visual of Subject Seventeen, Alexander Krasper, and Subject Zero. Requesting a bio-scan of the area?"
"Copy, bio-scanning. OH, SHIT! HYBRID BIO! ON YOUR SIX!"
Michael uses immense speed as he moves through the firing line of Death-Members, making sure not a single bullet touches him. Using his claws, he cuts down Member after Member, feeling the warm sensation of blood as he tears through soft flesh and hard bone. Michael roars as he strikes the final Member down, his blood smothered half form eclipsed in the moonlight. Alex and Matthew reveal themselves from one of the dark alleys, both carrying grenade launchers and bulletproof vests. Michael breathes heavily, blood dripping from his large Hybrid teeth as well as the rest of his body.
"Where to?"
"A couple blocks down, they'll be an entrance to the Subway, the trains should be long gone, and if we move fast enough, we'll be able to get to the underground facility without Antigen following us. We should move n-"
"GUYS!" Matthew screams, pointing behind Alex, which happens to be the direction they have to go. "WE'RE GOING TO HAVE TO CHANGE THE PLAN! RUN!"
Michael turns around almost instantly, growling as a MARK IV Antigen Assault Truck moves on his position. "Oh fuck."

Michael follows Alex and Matthew as they move through the thin streets of Budapest, the truck not far behind them. The truck begins to fire its weapons, sending a missilestraight towards the group. Michael leaps off the ground, using his claws to grip onto the missile, holding it tight and crushing the Target Detecting Device, leaving it inactive. Michael slams back to the ground, forming a crater at his feet before moving back to his friends.
"How'd you learn to do that?!" Matthew chuckles as Alex moves around the corner of the block.
"I had no idea I could do that!"
Michael moves around the corner, instantly spotting another Death-Squad waiting for them, realising it's an ambush. Bullets fly towards the group, but Michael pushes Alex behind one of the parked cars, then Matthew, taking bullets in the process.
"THIS ISN'T GOING TO WORK!" Alex panics. "I KNOW ANOTHER SUBWAY ENTRANCE, BUT WE'LL HAVE TO GO THROUGH THE INDUSTRIAL SECTION OF THE CITY! WE'RE GONNA' NEED A FUCKING WINDOW!"
Alex fires his grenade launcher at the Death-Squad, making the lucky Members separate and killing those unlucky enough, opening a window of opportunity to move the opposite direction. "MOVE!"
"NO!" Michael roars, slamming Alex back behind cover. "THE TRUCK, I'LL SORT IT OUT!"
The veins on Michael's body thicken violently as he makes his muscles shapeshift larger without fully transforming into Hybrid form, which strains his body. Michael roars as he runs towards the corner of the block, knowing exactly when the truck will turn. Michael runs at full sprint into the truck as it turns the corner, slamming his body into the side with such an excessive force, it knocks the truck over.
"NOW!" Michael screams, the explosion from the truck pushing him backwards, his claws dragging against the sidewalk to stop him from moving too far. "MOVE!"