"There's only one explanation for this," Jaz said. "Whoever that scientist is, he has a weakness. The green liquid can only last in the body's system for a short amount of time."
"When Mason bled, the chemical was also removed from the body, so he went back to his normal self, but only for a short time. Because our kind heals fast, the chemical would never be completely removed."
"So no matter how much he bleeds, if he heals fast, he can never be saved?" I asked.
"Unless we bleed him dry," Jaz replied.
"Which would definitely kill him," Matt raised an eyebrow.
"We have to find a way to make him bleed such that it would take a very long time to heal. We don't die that easily, which means we can be tortured," Jaz turned his gaze on me. "How's that for a plan?"
"Torturing him is the only way?" I said, shuddering at the fact that I had been tortured before, by the man I despised the most. Thank god he was already dead, shot by his own brother.
"Yeah, fast healing is a gift, yet can be deadly if used for these purposes," Jaz said.
"Now we know where Bane and Raphael are, should we go and save them?" Matt asked me. "Would it still be unsafe?"
The nightmares I had about the panthera killing humans weren't just dreams-they were real warnings, and I knew more killings were going to happen if i didn't do anything to stop them. I was the leader of our kind, so all the panthera were linked to me. Whenever there was a feeling that a human was going to die under the claws of our own species, I was the first to know.
I had to do whatever I could to stop the deaths of innocent people. I couldn't let the blood be on our hands again.
I was going to stop the madness, and I wasn't going to do it alone.
"Get the pack ready, we're leaving in two hours."
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Mason stumbled through the door, a hand pressed to his cheek. He was sure he had many broken facial bones, all because of those wretched beasts, those two guys who had held him captive.
"Where the hell have you been?" Lachlan asked, twirling the liquid-filled beaker with two fingers. He didn't turn around when Mason came in, panting heavily.
"I was...out," Mason said, wincing in pain. Why wasn't he healing quicker than before?
Lachlan spun around, and raised a brow at the broken, bloodied mess of a teenage boy before him. "What the hell happened to you?"
"Turns out I didn't hide it quite well," Mason shrugged, avoiding the scientist's eyes.
"Hide what?" Lachlan placed the beaker down, and unbuttoned his lab coat. "Hide what, Mason?"
"The body," Mason said after a long pause. "I didn't hide the body."
Glass shattered as Lachlan swung back an arm, sweeping beakers and flasks off the table, to the white-tiled floor. "Are you out of your mind, or are you just plain stupid? Why are you leaving a trail? Do you want the police to come after us? Huh?"
"The...police?" Mason's voice trembled. "I didn't think-"
"You killed an innocent human being, Mason. That is murder," Lachlan sneered. "I told you to get rid of your kind, not mine! If the police find out..."
"But you made a deal with them. That's how you bailed us out of jail, remember?"
"The deal was not to let you three go out there and murder innocent people!" Lachlan yelled. "If they have a lead, Mason, I swear...I will kill you."
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HUNT, OR BE HUNTED
Mistero / ThrillerHe was always blacking out, always confused, losing control of his actions. And when he did, he would have no memory of it. What he didn't know was that there was a monster inside him, a monster that he couldn't control. Once it took over, not a sin...
