The Wolves didn't want to stay put. How do you keep fifteen mutations in their cages for years and expect them to listen? They do listen. It's listen or be punished. In the lab, no one dare be loud, and the younger pups must be silenced quickly. Don't take away the babies.
'Don't take away my baby'. The doctor remembered how the parents screamed and begged. He, of course, took the babies anyway.
They were needed.
They would help him achieve greatness.
Fifteen babies stolen: fifteen killing machines created. The wolves were ready to be fed, but he didn't know on what.
Fifteen snarling beasts ran, and sickening snaps of broken bones filled the air. The smell of blood made him dizzy as he hid. A man's head rolled towards him, one of the youngest wolves chasing after. He recognized her as D1, a beautiful red-brown wolf with green eyes.
She took the head's hair between her teeth and shook her head crazily, making blood go all over in sprays. She threw it at a yellow wolf with blue eyes and ran off. C3, the wolf, growled happily and tore flesh from the skull, devouring it in swift bites.
He gave a groan and threw up bile as he watched the wolves. Suddenly, one stopped. Large, orange eyes met his as he reaches for a scalpel. "A2. Stay put," he said. His fingers closed around the blade. "Stay put."
The largest wolf walked towards him. He was black with black eyes. "A3, stay the hell back!" He held out the scalpel. "I made you! I know every one of your weaknesses!"
A3 didn't hesitate as he approached. His muscles tensed under his midnight coat as he snarled. The other fourteen wolves swarmed all sides of the metal table, their fangs bared and their ears drawn back.
"Please!"
They came closer.
"No, please! Please!"
They didn't listen.
"I'm sorry!"
They attacked. His limbs came off with sickening, wet snaps. Blood sprayed the already bloody room as the wolves dug into him. Each got a turn to tear at his flesh.
It was over; the scientists were all dead.
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Fifteen people watched the sunset from a cliff. They ranged in ages: some looked no older than thirteen, while others looked to be in their late 20's.
The leader of them turned away from the darkening sky with a laugh. "We're free." His deep voice made the others follow him as he made his way through the forest.
"What now, Claw?" A girl with blazing orange eyes looked up at him. "What now?"
He grinned at her. "Well, Fang, we do what we're best at."
The wolves began running and doing gymnastics.
"We survive as a pack, and we never, never turn our backs on each other." Claw's blue eyes focused on the path ahead. "Understand?"
"Yes, brother. I understand."
