*splash*

*thud*

“(thought) This blood….Don’t taste like deer.”

Owen is stunned by the airblast of the bullet. He falls on his butt and starts touching his face feeling the viscosity of the blood.

“Fuaahhh!!!!”

*pulls*

Hearing the shot Cris and Mike rush toward the boy while Sam and Jonh followed close behind. They started pointing their guns in every direction until forming a circle around the perimeter. Cris take the iniciative and starts the conversation With the unknow and possible threat.

“Who’s there!!!!!!”

“If you’re human show yourself!!!!!”

*rustle rustle*

*bang*

“Calm down fed boy.”

“The hell are you!?!?!”

*huff*

“Don’t you reconize your own citizen, huh ?”

A man slowly approuch the tree line. It was impossible to see him. He was in full camo gear even If Cris and the soldiers knew his rough location It was only went they reached the metal fence that It could be comfirmed he was human. He takes off his head gear and clears the branches and vines around his body gear.

“What are you? a poacher?”

“Wrong guess, sir.”

*raises gun*

“Be aware that you a talking to a US officer. Any funny move-”

“(smugly)Fine. Fine.”

*hands up*

“Search him”

“Yes sir.”

As the somewhat leader hand himself over the two other man that were hidden walked toward the metal fence and surrenders two. Cris and Mike abandon their post and turn their attention towards Owen that still was sitting on the ground.

*snap snap*

“Owen are you alright ?”

"Yeah….Is everything alright Uncle Mike?”

“the blood. Is it your’s?

“No It was the…….”

“Can you soak this towel, Cris.”

“Sure thing.”

*splashing water*

“How many fingers are here?”

“4.”

“Let me see your head.”

“I’am fine.”

*soaks* * rubs rubs*

“It’s cold!!!!”

“Hang on a little, Tough Cookie.”

*rubs* *rubs*

With the situation calm down Mike shift his attention towards the group. He looked at them as If he trying to find something. As the soldier stripped down a little more gear of the camo group It finaly snapped. On the shoulder of the leader a patch had striked him: The flag of the green moutaineers boys.

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“16984.0 khz. Does this sound familiar to you?”

*huff*

“Why are you working with the feds?”

“No choice. Had to protect the little boy.”

“He is not your son, is he?”

“No, but that does not matter.”

*huff*

“You’re fighting for something great, but not greater than we are fighting for?”

The opening of the leader to Mike intrigues Cris.

*soaks* * rubs rubs*

“You can wash yourself, can’t you Owen?”

“……..Yeah.”

*step step step*

“What do you mean by “something greater”?”

*huff*

“Well there is no hidding anymore.”

*Twitch Twitch*

While the adults were distracted the corpse of the deer started to molt and swell in size. Owen watching the situation inches closer and closer to the body.

*draws guns*

“(whispering) You heard that too, right Phyro?”

*sizzle sizzle*

“(whispering) Let’s check It.”

The boy touchs the belly of the animal. He runs his hands on the body until he reaches the neck. The fur gather on his hand alongside with a slimy substense like glue. Owen notice that beneath the thin layer of pelt a more darker tone of fur was hidding. He brushs It off and turns toward Phyro

“Still warm.”

“Fuahhhh?”

“Don’t worry. I will just finis-”

Owen feels a chill going down his spine. He quickly turns back to face what was disturbing him.

*squirming flesh*

*raises pistol*

A furry black hand with sharp nail was inches away from reaching him. What was left of the deer head was now canine like skull. the stomach of the animal was torn open revealing a human like torso but uncannily animal like. As If gathering the rest of his forces he tries to strike owen.

*bang bang bang*

*click click*

*huff huff huff*

*wimpering*

The arguing men turned to the sound of gunshots and wimpers. Mike quickly rushed towards the boy picking him up. Cris looked in shock as he sees the downed creature.

*wimpering wimpering*

“There, there……”

“The hell….where did this…..came from?”

“Cris we talk later……I will take him to Carol, ok?”

“Fine.”

As Mike excuses himself with Owen in his arms and Phyro following close behind Cris stops to investigate the creature.

“How is this possible???”

*touches the corpse*

“it was a direct blow.”

*huff*

“The boy has a quick finger that’s for sure!!!!”

“What do you know about This!?!?!?”

“A lot….Lots of things fed boy.”

“Bring him. We rally at the main bulding.”

“Yes sir.”

They walk toward the decrepeted main building. Along the way Cris stumbles upon John and Sam. Their hands filled with ammo cans and fuel containners.

“Cris? The hell happened? why are thouse man in handcu-”

“Rally at the building.”

“Where is my son ?”

“A animal…..bit his hand. Mike took him to Carol.”

“Fuck…See you soo-”

*grabs shoulder*

“Please come with me this important.”

“Just a moment-”

*grabs harder*

With what remained of the crew inside The militia men were put in chairs. Cris’s soldiers with guns in almost ready position covered the door’s and windowns of the poorly lit office run. John and Sam pretend to not be in shock by the methods of Cris. The young officer put one the chairs in front of the cuffed men.

“So, shall we begin?”