Kevin licked his lips, the sight of blood exciting him. He got out of his car and grinned wolfishly, "Get out of my way." The man sneered, "I'd rather not." "Good." Kevin rushed forward at the same time as the man, balling his hand into a fist. As they were about to meet, he swung his fist forward but found himself hitting air as the man rolled underneath his blow and popped up behind him. Kevin stumbled forward, off-balance, and the man leaped on his back, bringing him to the ground. Kevin felt the man's teeth tear away at the skin on his back and he screamed in pain. Quickly rolled over and grabbed the man's head before he could pull back, then slammed his forehead into the man's nose, drawing blood. The man blinked, dazed, giving Kevin the chance to quickly roll over again, putting himself on top of the man where he continued to pound his fist into the man's face. The more blood he saw, the more enraged and excited Kevin became. The man had become unconscious yet Kevin continued to pummel him mercilessly. Several flecks of blood flew into his mouth and Kevin found the taste intoxicating. Without thinking, he brought his mouth down to the man's neck and tore away at his jugular, reveling at the sweet taste of fresh meat in his mouth. Letting out a primal scream Kevin continued to feast on the man's body. After several minutes, Kevin's rage subsided and he found himself thinking rationally again. He stared at the mutilated body and then down at his bloody hands. After another moment of thought, Kevin vomited all over the man's body. The mixture of puke and blood, along with the pungent smell--made worse by his heightened senses--caused Kevin to vomit again. Kevin quickly staggered back to his car and yanked the door open. He slid into the seat and closed his eyes, trying to block out the sight and smell of the corpses that lay strewn across the seat. After taking several deep breaths, Kevin slowly opened his eyes and started the car, wincing as the tires rolled over the dead bodies. Once Kevin regained his composure, he began to notice a peculiar pattern amongst the zombies. They all moved in packs of three and on several occasions he saw the zombies dragging a dead body into a building. Yet they didn't eat each other. Kevin shook his head, knowing that there was only one way he would get any answers. He reached the building that the doctor had directed him to and got out of the car. The dilapidated building didn't look like the ideal place for a mad scientist, but then, Kevin realized, no place in this ruined city did. He entered the building and headed down the stairs into the basement. When he reached the bottom step, Kevin felt a twinge in his neck and reached up to feel a dart brush against his fingers. After a moment, Kevin's eyes went blurry and he dropped to his knees. When his head hit the ground, everything went black. [i]Should I: 1. Keep going with the story tonight? Sleep is over-rated! 2. Start again tomorrow? Good things come to those who wait![/i]

2. Start again tomorrow. Don't stay up all night and make up crap stories. Refresh your mind and come back tomorrow with something good.

You should make more today!

Ehh, 1.

I think his girlfriend thing is a werewolf too...

2. more fun

1. Let's get some police brutality going on! [Edited on 10.27.2008 1:54 PM PDT]

Kevin opened his eyes and tried to move his arms, but they were being held against the wall by iron shackles. He glanced around, noting the glass window straight ahead that showed him a view of another room that was empty save for a single operating table. Kevin strained against the shackles holding him back, but even his incredible strength couldn't break the iron chains. "I took extra measures in protecting myself against my own creations," a voice came from a small speaker in the corner of the room. "I suppose I should have thought about what might happen if the creations got loose...but then, foresight was never humanity's greatest strength." "Who are you?" Kevin asked. "Doctor Omar. I didn't expect the army to send someone after me so soon, let alone someone who is infected." "I'm not here for the army," Kevin said loudly, "I'm here for a cure." Omar chuckled, "Of course you are. You came here alone and sent the girl you were with chasing after some horrible beast, and then you killed another werewolf in cold blood. I don't imagine you're here for anyone but yourself." Kevin shook his head, "I'm not going to try and justify my actions to you. You're the one who started this whole mess!" "Yes, I suppose I am. Sorry as I may be for the suffering I've caused, I did it in the name of science." Kevin snorted, "I think every scientist they've sent to prison used that excuse." "And just as you don't need to justify your actions to me, I feel no inclination to do so either." Kevin let out a sigh, "Fine, why am I here?" There was a pause and then Omar said slowly, "Because I need your help." "What do you mean?" "There are three humans I created, one of them on accident. Each was spliced with a different creature, giving each very distinct abilities. Unfortunately, I was unprepared for the mental effects the splicing had on these creatures and they escaped." "You're talking about the original werewolf, vampire and zombie," Kevin asserted. "Yes indeed. They must be contained, or this will never stop." "Why should I help you?" Kevin demanded. "Well," Omar said in an ever-calm voice, "because I have the cure you so desperately desire. I'm willing to mass-produce it and give it freely to all who are infected, but not until the original three are either contained or destroyed. They cannot be cured...such is the effect of gene splicing, but they must be stopped." "You want me to take them all down alone?" "No, not alone. Although you might prefer it." With that, the door to the room on the other side of the glass opened and Kevin's eyes widened when he saw Eileen stagger in, her clothing torn and bloody. "I've been tracking my creatures, and one of them found her. She was able to escape, so I brought her here. She has proved more formidable than I had previously thought." Eileen looked over at Kevin and her eyes widened as well. She stumbled to the window and pressed her bloody hands against the glass, "You have to get out of here. Run while you still can. That creature....it's more than you or I can handle." "She's right," Omar said quietly, "This is very dangerous. I told you before that I did not want all this. I only chained you up for my protection...but it's up to you in the end. Take the cure now and I let you walk free...or help me, and save the world from falling to the will of these creatures." [i]Should Kevin: 1. Take the cure and walk away? 2. Accept the offer and hunt down the creatures?[/i]

2 make the story last

2. I realy am enjoying these!

3.

2 let this story continue!

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[quote]Lupine's Syndrome[/quote] Lupine? Lupin Professor Lupin? werewolf. is that a coincidence or did you do that on purpose :) but anyway this is pretty cool... [Edited on 10.27.2008 6:45 PM PDT]

"Maybe," Kevin said quietly, "But I'm going to try." The shackles opened before he finished his sentence and Kevin dropped to the floor. He slowly stood and rubbed his wrists gently. Eileen watched him for a moment and then said, "I'm coming with you." "No," Kevin replied, "You can barely stand." "I'll fix her up," Omar cut in, "My medical marvels were not solely constrained to genetic splicing." Eileen fixed Kevin with a hard stare, "I'm coming." A few seconds later, the door opened again and a short man in a dark brown pants and a stained gray shirt walked in. Kevin looked at him for a moment and then asked, "Dr. Omar?" Omar glanced at him and nodded, "It's nice to finally talk to you face to face." His attention turned to Eileen and he said firmly, "Sit down on that table." Eileen obeyed and Omar pulled her shirt open then drew a syringe and, before she could protest, jabbed it into her heart. Kevin yelled in surprise and Eileen gasped as the syrum entered her heart and was pumped into her blood stream. "What did you do to her?" Kevin demanded. "I gave her a heavily modified dose of adrenaline," Omar replied as Eileen clutched her chest, still gasping. "It speeds up the healing process, causing her tissue to mend itself in less than an hour. We don't have time to waste though, so you'll have to carry her to your car and hope she's ready to fight when the time comes." "I can walk," Eileen said between heavy breaths. Omar shook his head, "No, it's important that you don't stress your body while it heals, otherwise you could suffer some pretty terrible deformities." [i]Should Kevin: 1. Leave here there? 2. Bring her with?[/i]

2.

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2 [Edited on 10.27.2008 7:07 PM PDT]

, actually, 1 might be safer. [Edited on 10.27.2008 7:08 PM PDT]

2!

NOOOOOOOOOO

"Define deformities," Kevin said dryly. Omar shrugged, "If she's doing any heavy activity her skin could heal in a pretty weird way due to the increased healing process. Also, any bones she may have broken could heal wrong if she puts pressure on them which is my biggest concern." Eileen shook her head, "I don't have any broken bones, and I don't care about scars." Omar nodded, "Regardless, I must ask you to be very careful." Kevin nodded, "I'll take care of her...but where do we go from here?" Omar smacked himself in the forehead, "Right, I nearly forgot! There are three creatures. The vampire who has named himself Dracula...although believe me, he looks nothing like the man. The werewolf...who no longer has a human mouth, but I have affectionately named Spike. And then there's the queen...the only female of the three." "What do you mean by queen?" Kevin asked. Omar sighed, "She was the mistake...the one responsible for the zombies. She was assisting me with my gene splicing experiments and somehow she got into the test chamber. I wasn't there at the time but when I came back to the lab, she was gone. The video recording which I kept showed her in the chamber working on Spike. Spike woke up and knocked her back into the splicing machine...along with a small ant that been crawling on his fur. "The combination of her brain and the ants drone-like instincts gave her the ability of mind control...but left her an unspeakable, unrecognizable creature." "Wait," Kevin said, holding up a hand, "Mind control?" Omar nodded, "That's why the zombies do not portray the same increased strength and senses, and are also slower to react. She uses them to bring her food. Not just humans, but animals too. Anything within the reach of her hive is under her control." "And how are we supposed to stop her?" Eileen asked. Omar shook his head, "I don't know. I believe that your heightened abilities will give you the ability to withstand her attacks for a little while. However, if you give me some time, I might be able to come up with a way to neutralize her from afar and let you get in close enough to stop her. It's up to you, however. I will prepare you as best as I can for your encounters and keep you updated from here." [i]Should they go after: 1. Vampire 2. Werewolf 3. Queen[/i]

2) Werewolf You should build some suspense for the Queen and Vampire, as they sound more devious, you know what I mean? They sound more like the master villians and as such they should be saved for later. [Edited on 10.27.2008 7:54 PM PDT]

Either 1 or 2. SInce I have to choose one though, I'd choose 2. The Queen sounds like it should be the big, final battle and shouldn't be taken on first. Bring on the Werewolf!

vampire