Hunters and The Hunted (WidowWolf & Symphony)
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				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 18:52:14</strong>
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				Riley Hammond had no idea what he was until the night before he turned sixteen. All his life he thought he was a Hunter. Special humans born and raised in families with heightened speed and strength. Hunters were only made for one purpose: to kill off any other supernatural being in the world. Whether it be a mutant, a faerie, or a were-animal. And that's exactly what they would do. For many years these men and women continued on a war of hate and genocide, getting much of the government on their side for food, weapons and funding. The Hunters spent every moment awake either training, killing, or planning their next battle strategy. Not just strong and fast, they were also smart. Almost most were at a genius level intelligence. And even though Riley Hammond was not truly a Hunter, he was a genius, as well as strong and fast. But this young man didn't know he was the one thing he was raised to hate until the clock struck twelve and he turned sixteen. <br><br>It was like a fire was set off inside of him. But not a painful fire, a warming, calming fire that put him at peace. And for a second he was at peace. That was until he looked down and realized his hand had turned into big paws. The distinctive pattern on his pelt was that of a jaguar. Probably the rarest of all were-animals, the were-jaguar were fast, but extremely strong. Able to decapitate humans and other were-animals with one sweep of their stocky front limbs. Riley had only heard rumors about the were-jaguars. But at that moment his heart pounded in his chest as he threatened to have a panic attack inside of his new body. That feeling quickly subsided. If he was a were-jaguar, then those who raised him were not his family. They were liars. It was at that moment that Riley decided to escape. And he almost did. Taking out at least four hunters in the process only to be stopped then locked up, a chip placed deep into spinal chord that sent out a massive shock whenever he shifted. <br><br>So for the next year Riley spent all that time in the cell, being poked and prodded by Hunters who were trying to see if they could use his blood to create a were-animal killing weapon of mass destruction. Night after night passed by as did test after test until a year went by. Riley Hammond was still locked up. Still depressed at how captive he was. Still planning the death of every Hunter around him. 
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				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 19:35:46</strong>
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				Alexander Davis wasn't from around here.&nbsp; For the first half of his life, his father had let him attend college, and do all of the things that normal humans could do. He had always been smart, though he had no idea it was due to his lineage. He was a genius, ready to graduate with a full Medical degree in genetics at a mere 20 years of age. His father had been in the life for a long time, and had wanted something different for his son. The month before graduation, Alexander was dragged into a world he had only seen snippets of, A world of monsters and evil, and things that required killing. That was a year ago.<br><br>Alex rested his wrist on the wheel of his beat up Chevy Avalanche, the radio blaring Metalica's Enter Sandman, as he took another swig from his coke. It was a long ride to where he was going. Someone had called in a favor from his father, a favor that only he, with his medical background, would be able to accomplish. He wasn't sure of all of the details, only that he was to be working with a live specimen, and that they had been trying for a year now to do what they had been doing. Shaking his head, his shaggy mane of platinum hair rustling about his face, bright, near jade, green eyes watched the road ahead. His truck was loaded with his belongings. His weapons, his medical equipment, everything he would need to be set up in this little town for a while.<br><br><br>Several hours later he pulled in to a hotel that had an option to rent by the month. This was the town, and as he payed for a large room, with money he had saved up during college, he sighed. It was going to be a long time before he would see the comforts of home again, luckily for him, all of his resources were legit. He knew it wasn't allways the case with hunters. Glancing out the window, he mentally double checked the street name, figuring out where they would likely be holding his test subject.
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				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 19:59:33</strong>
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				The shock didn't come from his chip that time. He wasn't even trying to shift when a Hunter came into his cell and tazed him. Riley's chocolate brown eyes filled with fury as he pulled himself up from the ground. The tazer shot didn't really do much to him. After a while of being shocked with it he had gotten used to it. The chip was probably sucking up all of the electrical energy and saving it for later so that it could shock him the moment he tried to shift. A year ago he would have just let them continue to shock him, but now a year later, three inches taller and thirty pounds heavier of all muscle, Riley wasn't going to deal with it anymore. <br><br>Pushing his dark hair back with one hand, Riley advanced towards the Hunter, backing him into a corner. This particular Hunter was younger. Just a trainee. A kid who really didn't know what was at stake. He just wanted to have fun. His thought of fun was shocking the were-jaguar they had captive in a completely unbreakable cell. Riley didn't like that at all. He didn't like being shocked at all. After he hit the tazer out of the young boys hand, the brown eyed teen grabbed him by the throat and picked him up, holding the back of his body against the wall of the cell, watching as his face started to turn blue while he choked the life out of him. Riley's face remained still. It didn't change at all. He took no joy in choking this boy, but he did not want to be a victim anymore. Instead of killing the young Hunter he just let him down then punched him in the nose. Hearing the loud crunch underneath his fist made him happy. All of those push ups and other random exercises were starting to pay off in his strength. Now only if he could shift. <br><br>Riley kicked the unconscious Hunter out of his room, leaving him there in the door way as he crept back over to his cot and sat down on it. Riley wanted nothing more to be free but he knew he was no match for the Hunters during the daytime. He would have to escape at night while most of them were sleeping and only the night guards were awake. That's when he would finally leave his prison.
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				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 20:13:45</strong>
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				"All right.. on my way." Alex hung up his cell, hopping into his pickup and heading to what they had set up as a prison/laboratory. It didn't take him long to get there. The town was small, and the majority of it was hunter families. Grabbing a large duffel out of the back seat, and adjusting the knife sheath on his hip, he walked in. Showing ID was never enough, with a new face, and patiently he went through the tests that were required to say that yes, he was in fact human, and yes, he was whom he said he was. Finally they showed him to the lab he would be working in. When they left him alone, in the next room from his subject, he grumbled under his breath.<br><br>&nbsp;It disgusted him, the way they had set up his work space. For all of a hunter's intelligence, their prefference for violence and death made work space cleaning a bit less of an issue. He could see where they had done previous tests, through the year. The spills, the problems. Shoving their rudimentery equipment asside, he pulled out, and set up, his personal equipment. Once he had his equipment set up, he took out a syringe, small, with a fine point. Much more delicate, more human... than they had been using on the subject. Setting it on a tray, as well as a syringe of tranquilizer, if he should need it, he carried them both next door. He had been told not to approach the subject alone, and saw why when the young trainee was starting to come to in the doorway. He shooed the kid away.<br><br>Walking into the room, he set the tray down on the nearest surface and turned to examine his subject, obviously not expecting what he saw, as a look of suprise flitted across his features. Clad in snug fitting black jeans and a dark green muscle tee that accentuated his eyes, he ran a hand through platinum lochs. "Well now.. That's different..." His thick barritone was practically a pur, not angry, not upset or fearful, just stating a fact as he looked what he was sure to be a boy over from across the room.
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				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 20:31:11</strong>
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				Riley saw there was blood on his white shirt and decided to change it. His tan skin shining with sweat from using his body as a weapon against the Hunter child that came in to taze him. This time the brown eyed boy pulled on a form fitting black shirt. He wasn't super defined, but he did have a six pack and an okay chest. He went from being skin and bones to being model built. That's the only good thing that came out of being in this cell all the time. That and the fact that he had to wear sweat pants all of the time. He loved wearing sweat pants. <br><br>Riley had just closed his dresser drawer when another man came in. This man was taller than he but not by more than four or five inches (which was very tall since he was almost six foot himself) with platinum blonde hair and beautiful green eyes. Riley almost got lost in the other mans voice, but snapped out of it and looked over at the syringes in the tray. That did not make him happy. Not at all. <br><br>"Yes. It is different finding a boy in a cell. But to me its not different having you jacked up Hunters come in here and poke and prod at me with needles." Riley snapped, turning his body to face the bigger male. He didn't care if this man was bigger or stronger than he was, he was a Hunter and he was his enemy. "You came here with your little shit head trainee to try and take some more samples from me?" Riley was yelling by now, going over the top dramatic. He tore off his clean shirt and threw it to the side, holding out his arms first, revealing the dozens of needle marks. Then he turned around to show him the needle marks up and down his spine where they thought they could get a better sample out of him. The needles they put in him were huge. Probably used for horses or something like that. Definitely not human needles. <br><br>"I've never seen you here before so maybe you can be a little more gentle with me than these people?" Riley asked, his voice laced with sorrow.
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				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 20:41:24</strong>
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				Alexander tilted his head slightly, his hair falling over one eye as he waited for the subject, no.. patient? to be done. When the boy turned his back to him, Alex couldn't help but suck in a sharp gasp. What had they done to this boy? Monster or no.. he couldn't be more than what.. 15? 16 maybe? It gave him pause.. enough to wait, and weigh his options. "My name is Alexander Davis.. I am new here.. they brought me in to do whatever it is they are.. I will be overseeing everything concerning you from now on."<br><br>That had been in his original agreement. He would have lone control over the subject, feeling that his work might be tainted if anyone else came into more contact with him than absolutely necessary. "What is your name boy?" He continued to stand where he was, waiting. He wasn't sure the young man might not turn and snap at him. At least, not yet. He wasn't going to risk everything allready, not when talking to the subject might help the process. It was something else they had never bothered to try, even after raising them as one of their own. No one had spoken with him, no one had said word one, as a friend, after his change, even those that had been closest to him. Perhaps he would be able to get better information from the subject if he wasn't treated like a lab rat.
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				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 21:04:23</strong>
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				"Well, you are certainly better looking than the last doctor they had working on me. Thank god. I was tired of looking at that old wrinkly pervert." Riley sneered, turning back around to look up at his doctor. For a moment he thought about not telling this man his name, but decided against it. Either way he was going to end up finding out his name and Riley would rather tell him himself then have one of the Hunters in this god forsaken place do it for him. <br><br>"My name is Riley Hammond." Riley introduced himself, holding out his hand but then pulling it back. He learned that trick when he was first put in the cell and they used that against him. Holding out their hand for a handshake after introducing himself while they put needles in their hands so they could drug him. That's how they knocked him out to put the chip in. After that he never took anyone's hand or held his hand out to anyone. Even if it was one of his old friends that he was trained with. <br><br>"So, what's my birthday present doc? More sedatives then numerous amounts of growth hormones like they did at first? Or sedatives and then sucking a pint of blood out of me to test how to make a weapon out of my blood to use against my people?" Sarcasm put an edge sharper than a knife on his words as he looked directly into his doctors eyes before staring at the muscular chest in front of him. <em>That's a very nice chest.</em> Riley thought, letting his eyes trail further down before they came back up to meet the green gaze of the older male. 
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				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 21:39:12</strong>
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				He watched the youth, reaching out to take his hand to shake it, before letting his own drop away with a heavy sigh. Beast or no, this male had been very poorly treated. He had seen firsthand how man test animals were treated better than this.. riley? The name rolled around in his mind. It had a near exotic flavor to it, and as it purred free of his lips, he couldn't help but smile softly. "Riley..." his birthday? That hadn't been in the file. "I am simply here to get an untained blood sample." he motioned to the small needle, and single, human blood sample sized vial. "The tranquilizer was more for the fact that all I had been told indicated I was to be working with an animal, not a boy." <br><br>Jade eyes watched as the young man sized him up. Idly he wondered about the boy's mental state. Was he prey to him, or predator? Surely an enemy either way. Something he would have to fix if he was to do any propper research. "I am certain that is what they expect me to do, however I am now the head of this project, thanks to my father, and I do things a little differently. What have you been fed recently?"
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				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 02:08:01</strong>
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				"Well you see doc, I am a boy and a beast. Half 17 year old half jaguar. I'm a were-jaguar and these fucknuts didn't tell me. So a year ago when I turned 16 and shifted I decided to kill these liars and kidnappers but didn't get all that far." Riley talked with his hands, completely revealing the fact that he was gay. Not that it mattered to any of the Hunters. But maybe this doctor would take him for his first spin? <em>Just like me. Wanting to fuck the first guy who has been nice to me since I became this beast.</em> Riley scolded himself, making sure not to let it show on my face. <br><br>"Just be lucky they stuck a bloody chip in me. I took out four if not more of them before they captured me. I just ripped their heads off and went on to the next one." Riley held out his arms, looking between the two of them. This man could take blood from anywhere he wanted. "Since you have been so kind to me in the few minutes you have been here I will willingly let you have a sample of my blood. But if you turn out to be just another jackass in a labcoat I will fight you as I do the rest."
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				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 08:41:12</strong>
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				He nodded, pulling an elastic band free of a pocket in his jeans. His eyes swept along the abused form before him. He could understand the feeling of betrayal, but assumed the feral side of that, the need to kill, was from the beast within. As the boy moved, his silent declaration had more of an effect on Alexander than even he cared to admit. Sure, the bronze skinned hunter had dabbled, here and there. A life on the road meant you took what you could get, and occassionally an attractive, if feminine, male had found his way into Alexander's bed. <br><br>"Well now, I'm not wearing a lab coat am I?" he smirked, waving a hand at the jeans and muscle tee he had been wearing. "At any rate.. you're going to have to sit down.. prefferably on the cot there, I don't want the needle to break because one of us lost our balance or something for a minute." Walking over to him, slowly, advertizing his movements silently before he made them, he brought the small syringe, and the empty vial. This man was a proffessional, even going so far as to pull a small alcohol swab out of his pocket, to prepare the area before withdrawl, and a cotton swab to cover the wound after. <br><br>He did not know how well the subject, no.. Riley.. would heal, though from the looks of things, that was not one of his better powers. "I'll be as gentle as I can, but a needle going in is still a needle..."
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				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 23:24:45</strong>
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				"No, I guess you aren't." Riley said in reference to the other wearing a lab coat. If he were wearing a lab coat he would either look twenty times sexier or not at all. Riley couldn't figure out which one it would be at the time so he just focused on how good he looked in what he was wearing. Especially when the older, larger man guided him to the cot and sat him down. Riley smiled. It was the first time in almost a year that he had been able to let someone touch him and not freak out completely and start getting violent. Riley actually hated being violent. <br><br>He tried to avoid conflict all throughout his Hunter training. But when a guy bigger than him got in his face and said he could kick his scrawny ass, Riley couldn't back down. He may have been shorter and smaller than all of the other guys, but he could still beat them down. And he did. But he didn't like it. Proving a point was something he rarely liked to do unless he could say 'told you so' afterwards instead of being locked up for a couple of days. Riley hated all Hunter's. Even the ones he hadn't met. But not this guy. He was different. Kinder. Someone who wasn't going to trick him just to get something out of him. <br><br>"I'm kinda used to the feeling. The key is to be completely distracted when the needle goes in then you won't feel it." Riley looked into the eyes of the older male as he spoke, not even feeling the needle go in or come out. "You see? I didn't feel a thing. And its all thanks to your beautiful green eyes." The were-jaguar blushed, then pointing his brown eyes at the tile floor beneath his floor, too embarrassed to look into the eyes of the other. 
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				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 17:00:13</strong>
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				He withdrew what he needed, carefully removing the needle and setting asside the needle and vial next to them on the cot, holding the small white cottonball against the wound, his grip gentle but firm on the male before him's arm. When Riley made the comment about his eyes it caused him to go off balance mentally, his heart thudding once. Afformentioned eyes met brown before they were taken away as the boy looked to the floor, an attractive blush tinting his cheeks. For a moment, Alexander forgot that this was a dangerous man, that he was a scientific subject, as he reached out, gently caressing the younger male's face, attempting to raise his gaze again.<br><br>"You are quite beautiful yourself Riley.." He murmered in his deep barritone as he gently ran his thumb over the other male's cheek. The back of his mind was screaming at him, logic trying to rule over pure physical attraction, but he was having trouble thinking, having trouble reasoning, at this moment.
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				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 23:08:36</strong>
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				Riley's blush grew a few shades darker but he didn't keep his gaze at the floor much longer, bringing his chocolate brown eyes up from the floor to meet the doctors green ones again. He could get lost in those eyes. Though they would probably be dangerous to get lost in. His doctor was a Hunter and no matter how attractive and nice he was, he was still a danger to him and if it came down to it and Riley had to, he would rip out his throat and drink his blood. <br><br>"Thanks, doc." Riley said in a neutral tone, the blush still very dark on his tan face. "I'm feeling a little tired though. Not to mention you should probably get back to the lab and start studying my blood before it starts loosing its freshness. Don't want your colleagues getting upset with you on your first day of work, do you?" Riley took the vial and needle in his hand and handed them over to the other, placing them in his larger hands and smiling. Even though this man had been very nice to him, he still wanted to keep his distance. Making googly eyes at each other was not keeping distance.
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				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>20-06-2012, 13:32:16</strong>
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				"Oh.. R.. Right." the larger man took the vials carefully, shaking his head. What was he thinking, becoming a lovesick fool over a handsome face and a&nbsp; captivating body. This boy would rather tear him limb from limb than look at him. He needed to remember that. Smiling softly, with a nod of his head, he murmmered "I'll be back with some Lunch for you later on this afternoon."<br><br>Turning, he gathered the rest of his supplies, his head in a fog. Alexander's first reaction was to take the boy with him, but he ground that thought to a halt. He was a hunter, he had a job to do. He couldn't let sweet words and oogling eyes keep him from doing that job. Quickly he made his way to the lab he had set up, setting up slides and looking through the microscope, beginning his work.
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				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>20-06-2012, 19:01:06</strong>
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				Riley sighed and rested his back against the cold wall of his cell, cursing himself on the inside for not being nicer to the doctor with the gorgeous green eyes and platinum blonde hair. All the young were-jaguar wanted was a friend and to no longer have to be in the closed quarters of his cell. But all the mistrust he had accumulated over the year from the other doctors fucking him over just to get to his blood didn't really let him get to know anyone. Not to mention none of the hunters wanted to know him anymore. They just wanted to call him 'the prisoner' and forget that his name was Riley and he used to be one of their friends and colleagues. The memories of him sparring with the others and training them made him feel even lonelier than he had before, so Riley curled up in a ball with his knees to his chest in the fetal position and fell asleep. <br><br><div style="text-align: left;">*****</div><br>The brown eyed boy didn't wake up until the next morning. Though sleeping over twelve hours he still felt tired. Probably because he hadn't eaten any lunch from the day before like the doc said he was going to bring him. Which he did bring him. Riley could still smell it in the air and his stomach growled loudly. 
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				Post by: <strong>Widowwolf</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 05:26:40</strong>
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				Alexander walked in quietly, carrying a large tray with two servings of breakfast on it. For some reason he had decided to eat with his patient, perhaps it was a show of good faith, to show that he wasn't going to hurt him, but in the back of his mind the doctor doubted it, knowing that it was simply wanting to spend more time with the abnormal youth. "Morning Riley..." He spoke softly, calmly. "You seemed so tired last night, I didn't want to disturb you... I brought you breakfast though... I didn't know what you would like, so I just got a couple of breakfast specials.... " He set the tray down and looked towards the boy with his head tilted to the side. <br><br>Today his well built frame was covered by a pair of snug fitting jeans, cowboy boots, and a black tank top. All of which fit him very well, defining each muscle, each twist of his body.
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				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>03-07-2012, 01:48:35</strong>
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				Riley sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he smiled at the handsome doctor that had brought him breakfast. He was very hungry and he was very happy to see his doctor wearing cowboy boots. Riley's smile widened and his chocolate brown eyes scanned the rest of the other man's body, again liking what he saw. <br><br>"How did you know I had a thing for cowboys, doc?" Riley said, his voice still hoarse with sleep as he made room for the other man to sit down on the bed so that they could eat together. The young were-jaguar sat Indian style, facing the doctor as the other sat down and put the tray between them. Riley wasted no time picking up a plate of toast and scrambled eggs, eating them together quickly to soothe his stomach. He washed that down with some orange juice then went back to eating, this time sausage and a pancake. It didn't take him long to finish that either, washing it down with the rest of the orange juice then setting it down after a rather loud burp.&nbsp; <br><br>"Sorry. I get a little rude when I'm hungry..." Riley covered his mouth and excused himself. "Thank you for the food, doc. It was delicious." 
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