(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jack Russel<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Werewolf<br/><strong>Location:</strong>My dorm room<br/><br/>Jack lay on his bed munching pizza rather contentedly at first but quickly grew bored. The rude runt was taking to long to leave the party.<br/><br/><of course he is stupid, why wood he when there's food and hot women all over the damn place><br/><br/>Well this sucked, it could be hours before he came to his room and hell Jack's present would be dry and might be missed entirely. But no, Jack didnt really think the runt would miss the smell of urine. He'd said Jack smelled bad after a shower without from across the room, even with the odor of fresh pizza filling the space. Just what was the little bastard's deal? That fetch the slippers comment also made Jack wonder. Did he somehow know what Jack was? Telepathy? Enhanced senses, or maybe some sort of super hacker who'd read everyone's files? And if so why the fuck would you risk suicide by antagonizing a werewolf?<br/><br/><seriously, what the fuck?><br/><br/>But Jack was getting bored waiting for his fight to come to him and without the runt to focus on he was starting to lose some of his mad on.  With a huff of frustration Jack put the nearly empty box down and slid off the bed. The rooms provided had a number of amenties including a tv and minifridge withing the room. Jack scooped up the tv remote on his way to the fridge.<br/><br/>"Great nothing but purified water in here," Jack groused to himself as he pulled out two bottles to help wash down the pizza. Beer would have been nice but that would hardly be part of a high school menu plan. "Dont want your super freaks getting al drunk and doing some Johnny Knoxville shit." The thought actually made Jack laugh to himself. Jack plopped back onto the bed and hit the power button on the remote. The screen instantly illuminated to present Jack with the top story of the day.<br/><br/>"Holy shit!"<br/><br/>Reporters were discussing the amazing events of the afternoon while several pieces of shaky footage, likely taken from smart phones, showed to groups of metahumans in furious battle with one another. Jack instantly recognized many as the students he'd just seen lounging in the common room. He paused the video many times to admire the blonde who's clothing was as shredded as any werewolf's after his first change. Jack licked his lips in appreciation before moving on. The metal chick looked like that muscley girl in the commons but bigger and even MORE muscley if such a thing were possible. There was no mistaking the God of War and Jack felt a shiver run through him even when watching him in the diminished capacity of a shaky video. There were no words to describe the raw power that seemed to burst from his every pore! The fire in the diety's eyes was like nothing Jack had ever seen. It was a horrific combination of hatred, joy and lust. This....thing in the shape of a mammoth man was like a vampire but it was feed by conflict and strife not blood. Jack was grateful when the video caught another figure. The nimble young man on the screen saved a child just before a falling helicopter could end his young life.<br/><br/>"Shit him too?" he remarked, nearly everyone he'd briefly met in the commons had been involved in this super monkey cluster fuck! The video's angle changed and Jack saw the shield! It was something so iconic that no one in the entire freaking world could not know what it was. That was Captain America's shield.<br/><br/>"No fuckin way..." Why would SHIELD give the blonde kid Cap's shield? It would be like handing over the Statue of Liberty or the Liberty Bell. Kid must be the same of the old blue boyscout...no wait that couldnt be right he'd still be to old (unless he was a mutant or something), maybe his grandson?<br/><br/>Jack hopped off the bed again scarfing down the last slice of pizza and killing his second bottle of water in one long pull. He tossed the box and bottle behind him. The pizza box landed as wished on the bed but the bottle bounced and found its way to the floor. Jack let out an annoyed growl before seating himself at a large writing desk in the room. Built right into the desk itself was a computer. The Stark logo was clearly emblazoned on the front but one the side was a ruby red "A" within a gold circle. Avengers seemed the likely reason for the A and Jack wryly noticed that the arrogant Stark had had the Avengers' logo fashioned in her own metallic colors. The "school" computer powered up instantly at a touch and a monitor recessed into the wall behind the desk glowed softly as it energized. Words wrote themselves into existence on the screen.<br/><br/>BIOMETRICS CONFIRMED: WELCOME JACK RUSSEL<br/><br/>"Well inst that convient," Jack grumbled, "bet some fucker's loggin every keystroke and watching me though the web cam. Well if you are..." Jack raised his middle finger to the machine, "...fuck you. Hope you enjoy dick cause Im going bare assed in here from now on!" Jack wasted no time keeping his word and stripped. "Get a good look perverts," he added tea bagging the machine. When he sat back down he sourly noticed he'd left a smudge on the screen that was clearly scrotal in shape and hair pattern. Angrily he pawed at it only to make a large lest distinct smear. "Fucking great Jack, just fucking great." Jack leaned over to rummage in the waste bin and retrieve one of his hoodie's ripped off sleeves and succeeded in making most of the smudge disappear. He grabbed the wireless mouse and got to work, firing off a google image search for Captain America. He was rewarded with thousands of pictures, Jack changed his parameters to large images. Les results came back but far better pictures. Damn, if that kid didnt resemble Cap. Jack hadnt studied his face in great detail and Cap was of course wearing his mask but still...you could see it if you looked. He even looked close in age.<br/><br/>"Fuck maybe that guys' a clone or some shit."<br/><br/>This place was beginning to be more and less like a freak show at the same time. You had mutants, aliens (presumably), fucking gods, monsters and legits like the Torch and now the clone/grandson of Captain America. What was SHIELD really up to hear mixing in golden boys like them with the freaks. This was a far cry from the all monster team that had brought Jack down. Was that crazy African lady not as crazy as he'd first thought. Jack leaned back in his desk chair trying to figure out what to make of these new developments.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>