"C'mon Johnny, lets go to the gym meet the rest of the misfit menagerie and get all the awkward introductions out of the way."<br/><br/>Jack took his leave of Storm's office, still struggling with the odd effect the woman's impassioned speech had had upon him. He tried to shake it off, tried to harden himself against her eloquence, her passion and conviction but there was no denying that somehow she had moved him in some fundamental way. And dammit he didnt like that one bit. Angrily he refused to allow even a sliver of hope. Hope was bullshit. It was smoke and mirrors, a cheap magicians trick. A fucking email from Uganda that promised you a fortune in return for helping him out with a small loan or your money. Fucking right! Hope was a trap that ripped your guts out as savagely as the beast curled and waiting within Jack himself.<br/><br/>This got Jack thinking about the next thing that needed doing, his room. Jack had his pinup posters and pushpin, porn mags and adult dvds that he planned on liberally spreading around his room. Operation Jack is a pig needed to go into full swing as fast as possible. It was best if all the girls on campus got the message that he was sex starved asshole. Less girls paying him any attention, the less temptation for the young man to worry about. Forget sex, just dating a werewolf could be lethal. Jack could see himself giving in to some ridiculous cheerleader, taking her and then getting excited, all worked up and WAY to hairy! Fuck, what a nightmare that would be! Some real National Inquirer shit. Headline: I Was Fucked by a Werewolf. Nah that wouldnt be the low profile SHIELD demanded all the freaks keep amongst the Norms.<br/><br/>It was so frustrating having to surround himself with tantalizing images of the very thing his teenage body desired. It was a never ending nightmare! For Christ's sake he could smell when the bitches got aroused! And he gave off pheromones that kept the damn monkey bitches far to interested in him. Being a teenager and a werewolf was just too fucking much for any man to handle!<br/><br/><Thanks, thanks again dad for fucking up my life.> Jack thinks.<strong> [OOC: I write thoughts expressed "out loud" with&lt;&gt;, such broadcast thoughts would easily be picked up by any nearby telepath.]</strong><br/><br/>Mom had approached Jack, had told him about his father out of fear, fear when she found Jack dirty and his clothes with some bloodstains on the the morning after his first change. Jack had denied anything explaining it off a drunken brawl with his friends. The story was almost as much for himself as it was his mom. He didnt want to believe what he was but unfortunately Jack remembered EVERYTHING. Waking with his skin itching as his body hair grew thick and course. The compulsion to get outside even as his skin stretched to its limits with swelling muscles and his bones painfully elongated. The shock of his heart stopping long enough to grow in size to drive his powerful new body. The explosion of sensation as sight, sound, hearing and smell all widened in unimaginable ways. And then the hunt! Hurling his lithe body through the nearby woodlands at astonishing speeds. The taste of hot blood as he took first a hare and then a doe. How the deer's eyes had rolled in terror, and God how exciting that was!!! The panic, the acrid scent of its fear, its bleating cries had spurred Jack on to even greater speeds as he had run it down with such terrible ease. And the steaming meat, so hot on his tongue, salty blood pouring crimson down his throat. The hunt was extacy!<br/><br/>Jack shuddered! Even thinking about that night was too stimulating! He could feel his muscles starting to shift, his every hair follicle pushing his every hair farther out, causing them to stand on end. He could feel his teeth sharpen inside his closed mouth!<br/><br/><God dammit Jack!><br/><br/>He reigned himself in remembering how easily he and his mother had accepted the lie. He was sure she knew better at heart but as long as she didnt have to openly face it Jack's mother could pretend she had only married a monster and not borne one. If Jack was ever gonna have more than his hand he either needed to find a super nerd who had built a sex android or a female werewolf on campus.<br/><br/>< Yeah right! A space giant will come and try to eat your planet out of all the fucking planets out there but the chance of finding even a super bitch you can bone are next to nil Jackie boy.><br/><br/>It was hopeless...Jack began to sink into a funk at the thought of his future. Fucking SHIELD, if they had just left him alone instead of sticking him in the middle of lust central. Fucking teenage girls with their tight clothes, hot bodies and wanton stares. Hell, it was just fucking Hell. Jack dearly hoped there was something in the gym he could just mother fucking WRECK! Mood worsening as he brooded Jack could feel his nails hardening, aching to tear into something.<br/><br/>"Hope this super gym is insured, cause Im gonna fuck some shit up." Jack snarls.