The DarkHole Laboratory

The appearance of Lycan

"Other people?" Kola has returned to the couch, he has been released from that laser prison.

"Many of them wanted to take Marky's power. Marzon and I thought Lamorna and Willow were on Braxton's side. But this is still our prediction, so now it's my job to convince you, to break with Nocturnal." Firm Camy.

"Then Marzon's brother deliberately fed himself?" Camy nodded at Kola's words. "Bold man" again Kola praised.

"Where to stay, from tomorrow you no longer need to go to the company" said Pina who was inspired by Kola. He can continue his hobby. Go back to his room and struggle with his little lab.

"It seems like you're glad you're no longer in the company, but you should be here, to study the trees here, dad and I are waiting for your daily report, got it!" Pina gave a pile of files in Kola's hands.

"What?!" Kola surprised.

"I don't know about plants" Kola refused.

"Everything on your desk file, and Adam will help you, Adam!" Call Pina, Adam comes in, and then looks down respectfully.

"I'm Sir,"

"Help Kola from today, introduce him to your team" Adam nodded. And Kola could only accept resignation. This was also what Pina lived before gaining her freedom.

Camy only saw the behavior of two people there who he considered the brother.

"Uncle misses you so much" Camy looked at her uncle, shady.

"If you ever need help don't hesitate to tell Uncle or your brothers there, we're your family Camy so this house is also where you come home."

Camy hugged the warm middle-aged man who still looks handsome and fit.

"Thank You Uncle" Camy's back was warm, there was Kola hugging Camy. "I want a hug too." Pina hugged him.

They laughed together, still hugging. Camy shouldn't be afraid to involve them, because they can protect each other.

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Marzon woke up in a dim room. There is a green-colored light in the corner of the room. He pulled his arm that was bound with an iron chain.

The iron beatings sounded in his ears. There was also the sound of machinery and chemical reactions in a tube with colored liquid on the table.

He had just come to his senses, after Braxton made him come back unconscious after their debate. It was the only thing he remembered. Ah ... The headache has also disappeared.

Marzon looked around. A laboratory. With a lot of colorful liquid in the bottle that is out of the question, also some large glass jar filled with brownish liquid with organs inside.

Marzon gulped his saliva even though his mouth felt dry. His body felt the heat. The longer they want to burn it. Marzon rebelled in his place.

He tried to untie her and she wanted water. His skin was flushed, his eyes became alert on the surroundings. His eyes widened and flushed. Glazed. Muscles in his temples pop.

"Aaargh .. "the moans, the moans,

"Norgh ... "

Shouting in pain, his body seemed to be split. His hands clenched tightly until his knuckles turned white.

Marzon is still in conflict. He pulled a strong chain that shackled his hand.

"Aaargh .." Marzon's breathing is heavy as well as hunting. He felt an oddity on his face, his mouth elongated, and his teeth turned sharp. Hairy snout with dark brown color. He nodded, taking a breath.

His tongue protrudes long as well as the saliva that soaks his pointed teeth. He breathed decapitated. His hands also became slimmer, his fingers interlocking with pointy and hairy black nails.

His legs also became long and getting bigger made his trousers tear. As his body turned taller and bigger, Marzon was not aware of the change.

Marzon saw the change faintly and then he seemed to forget. His bright blue eyeballs were shaking violently. Saw the chains tie his hands. He pulled it, and,

CTRANGS!

The chain was broken, he was still sitting on an iron cage. With his strength he again severed the chains that shackled both his legs

CTRANGS!

His eyes were looking for something, his breath was hunting rough. From his mouth showed sharp teeth. He searched and ransacked Braxton's lab and searched for the weapons his sister had taken from him.

The burning feeling he still felt. He ran towards the door and easily broke it. He does not care about the sound of sirens that deafen his ears.

He attacked everyone in front of him. He found it easier to attack his opponent. With just one blow the opponent will be slammed into the floor.

Even though it is getting difficult to breathe. In fact he was getting agile moving, Marzon stood with a group of people on standby with weapons in front of him.

With slender and long legs. He can attack quickly and also avoid the pursuit of troops in front of him.

Marzon felt cornered. His body still feels strange. He's not used to it. But his eyes can predict what action is right for him to do. He saw a chance he could escape from the pursuit of the Nocturnal troops.

He prepared the horses and with a light agile movement he climbed the heads of the armies for a foothold.

"Revelation!" One of the soldiers shouted.

They're ready with their long barrel. Ready to take aim at Marzon. But first with the speed he had now, Marzon could easily bend the tip of their weapon. It made the other troops lose their focus.

They're easily pijaki Marzon, though,

"Aw!"

"Ark .. "the squeal of the troops that Marzon had on his head.

"Ready dusk--argh .. "the army was hit by Marzon's hand.he was slammed with a claw on his chest.

"Wake up! Awake!"

"Alert sat-" With a growl Marzon was in front of the officer whose face was deathly pale and wide-eyed to see the pointed-toothed snout in front of him.

"GRAYWL ... " Auman anger fits in front of his face.

Marzon's hand was ready to strike.

DOR'S!

The sound of a bullet pointing at him, Marzon in a slow motion sniffed the bullet, he could see the bullet slowly sliding at him.

"Urghuk.". "the troops in front of him coughed and red liquid came out of his mouth. His chest was hit by a bullet that was aimed at Marzon.

Brugh!

The troops in front of him collapsed covered in blood.

DOR'S! DOR'S! DOR'S!

Gunfire continues to hunt Marzon. He's very exhausted. He's been with the team too long. He became unfocused on his goal to stretch himself.

He went back to hiding and saw things. There are. A blemish. He ran with bullets, reaching the exit. He hid for a moment,

He looked back to see who the shooter was. A woman with a familiar face, but ill-fated, somehow her consciousness disappeared again.

Marzon's body facing the wall he turned to the outside, a troop approached and pointed the tip of his rifle at Marzon's feathery back.

"YOU'RE GONNA CATCH THAT LYCAN!" the voice above, the woman who was aiming at Marzon. Marzon turned into Lycan.

"You can't run" The troops kept pointing at the tip of the weapon, Marzon moved a little because of the uneasiness, making the troops on standby.

"Give yourself!" Shouted the troops.

"Grrhhh .." a growl sounded from Marzon's snout. He glanced at the troop with his cornea turned red around.

"GRAAAWWLLL ... " The lycan attacked the troops by fiercely biting his neck, splashes of blood soaked the ground. He pulled without taking off his bite until the officer's head came off.

"ATTACK!" yelled from within, making Lycan Marzon was shocked. Then he quickly left Nocturnal and entered the forest.

Shot after shot hunting Lycan Marzon. With growling continued to advance his speed.

"STOP!" the woman's orders.

"Let it go, she'll die again" The woman left her place, seeing that there were multiple gunshot wounds on Lycan's body. He knew that Lycan wouldn't live long. So he let it go.

tbc.