5: The Two Species Meet

Viper was angry as he killed the werewolf that had just injured the human. Jumping down from his ledge, he injected himself fully into the battle. He'd been enjoying watching the humans battle the creatures. They were very skilled. Firing his mini cannon, Viper picked them off one by one. He could have shifted into full Lycan form and fought them, but he had not wanted to scare the female, and his weapons were always effective. It did not take long for the room to become silent, as the deformations lay dead on the floor. Remembering that they still couldn't see him, Viper uncloaked himself. He watched as the female human’s eyes became wide, but he wasn't sure that it was with fright. Her wound was bleeding. Viper was sure it pained her. She smelled of blood and…curiosity? He looked to the other two humans in the room. They smelled of curiosity as well, and one smelled of…intrigue.

He scanned the female human, making sure her injury wasn't too bad. He took a step closer to try to help her up, but she quickly pushed herself to her feet, taking a step back. Viper paused. She was frightened of him. He held both his hands up in sign of surrender. One he'd seen often. The female cocked her head to the side studying him.

Viper shifted his attention from her to the older male that was inching his way. His hands were in the same position as Viper's. He came a little closer before the female held out her arm to stop him.

"I don't think you should get any closer Gramps," she spoke.

Viper understood her words, but the last he was not familiar with. Maybe, it was simply the old man's name or his relations to her. Lycan’s had different words for such things.

"Would you look at him. He's exquisite," the older male spoke.

"Yeah, so are sharks, but you poke and prod them," Kenzie replied.

Viper watched as the male took a few steps back. It was strange to him. He suspected that the male was the one in charge. His early studies with this race had somewhat proved that. Yet, this small human female seemed to be the dominant.

"We should reload," she then spoke gaining Vipers full attention. "Thank you. I'm not sure if you understand me or not, but thanks for saving my life."

She turned and began to reload her weapons. Viper watched silently. Impressed with the skill she possessed, and the care she took in her weapons. He was so engrossed in watching her that he had not noticed more of the pups were shedding the outer layer until she said something.

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"Shit." Kenzie looked around her and noticed more of those damn things were opening. "Colby, today's your lucky day," she stated, turning to her brother. "I'm going to let you blow them up." Colby smiled. He really did have a thing for explosive. "But just this room, we have to be able to get out of here," she tacked on. Surprisingly her grandfather did not object.

Colby produced a small spherical object from a compartment on his belt. Setting the timer he threw it directly into the middle of the room. The giant male? Thing? Made a rumbling noise.

"It's a bomb. You know explosive. Big boom," Kenzie tried to explain

"Let's go people. Forty-five seconds until it goes boom."

They all headed out of the door, but Kenzie's side was killing her. Making it hard for her to run. Claw like hands picked her up and threw her over its massive shoulder. A sharp pain went through her side.

"Damn it," she gritted out.

As they made it into a large room Kenzie heard the explosion and felt the room shake a bit. She looked around from her position. She hadn't been in this part of the structure.

"Where do we go from here?" she heard Colby ask.

The big thing put her down and she watched as he brought up what looked like a map. She had not noticed before that he had long hair braided down his back. Maybe, it was because she had been in a little pain. He was tall too. Kenzie thought it was just because she was short, but he was much taller than her. He was taller than her brother, and he stood a little over six feet. He made another rumbling noise and motioned his head towards the right passageway.

"Are you sure?" Kenzie asked, putting blind trust into this, out of this world creature. There was no other way to describe him. He was built like a human, but the claws, the skin was of something she could not explain. Again, he rumbled and motioned. "I guess we're going that way."

They started down that passageway. It was dark. Kenzie, her grandfather, and brother all took out flashlights. They lit up their path as they continued on. Kenzie was not sure how long they'd been walking. It felt as if it was a lifetime. growling caught all of their attention. Kenzie searched the ledges above her. Before she even had time to register what was happening, the big guy whirled around and fired off three shots.

Kenzie watched as the purple light sailed through the air and hit three wolves. She looked back at the big guy, and saw smoke rising from what looked to be a mounted weapon on the armor like material he wore on his shoulder. Without any warning he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. There must have been more of them.

She was being jostled and that wasn't helping her injury. She heard more growls and shone her flashlight. She reached over and pulled the weapon from her brother’s back. She mounted it on the big guy’s shoulder as she positioned her light. The kick back from this gun was too much for Kenzie to try and shoot it with one hand.

Firing, it took a few times for her to hit the two she saw. She then heard more growls and her stomach churned. They were going to die. She knew it.

Suddenly coming to a stop, the big guy put her down and turned firing. They'd made it to the entrance, and it was well lit. Kenzie handed Colby his gun back, quickly picking up her m16. The room was filled with the sounds of guns as they shot at everything that came through that doorway. That's when Kenzie noticed that the mini bombs they had set to be tripped had been detonated. She looked at the entrance and it was wider. That had been the explosion they heard. Something had gotten out. Kenzie felt sick.

"Now can we blow the damn place up?!" she shouted to her grandfather over the gunfire.

"That would be fitting," Daniel responded.

"Set us up Colby," Kenzie told her brother.

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Quickly securing the gun on his back, Colby pulled out his baby. A creation of his own, made with C4 and dynamite. He set the timer on the explosive for thirty seconds. He was sure that was more than enough time to get them out of there. The gun fire stopped, and Colby looked up briefly to see that there were no more wolves invading the doorway, but he did hear a slight distant howling.

"Is it ready?" his grandfather asked him.

"Yes."

"It's strong enough to kill them, right?" Kenzie asked.

Colby smiled. "Strong enough to level a city block."

Colby started it. Watching as the giant creature once again picked up his sister. Colby mentally counted down in his head as they made their way down the exit hallway and out into the open night. "Keep running!" Colby shouted. They had to get father away.…8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2...1. "Get down!" Colby yelled as the bomb detonated.

Everybody dropped to the ground as it shook with the force of the explosion. Parts of the structure went flying in all directions. Some fell pretty close to them.

Colby lifted his head to make sure his sister was okay, only to find the new companion leaning over her. Colby got up and help up his grandfather. Kenzie stood on her feet after the big creature moved. If Colby had to guess he would say it was at least eight feet tall.

"We have a problem," Kenzie stated.

Colby looked at the ground beside her. "We sure in the hell do."

He leaned down examining the large paw like print in the dirt. He studied it quickly and knew it was a wolf, but it was easy to determine that this one was at least three times the size of any of the largest ones they’d faced inside.

"One of those things got out," he stated following the direction of the prints. "And it's heading for town."