It strikes me that there is no fan stories about Wolf Team. I am wondering if there is no interest or simply if it needs to be sparked. Either way, this is a sampling to answer my query. Here it is:
Even when I was young I knew that I was different. I felt it, even then, in my bones and subconscious. It was something I couldn't explain, something lurking deep within, something... feral. I had no idea... How could I?
My early life I was a mostly peaceful person, I tried not to make trouble, despite my mischievous streak, and others seemed to not make trouble for me. Yet, when I finally did get angry, God help who got in my way. I was a loner, I liked to stick to myself. One day I met Tom, he and I would become great friends. I didn't have many other friends, Tom and I grew really tight and so people didn't mess him either.
After I finished my required education, Tom and I decided to join the military, mainly for lack of better options. They put us through a multitude of physical tests, I passed with flying colours. Tom, unfortunately, did not. Although Tom struggled with some of the more rigorous challenges, I helped him through but then came a day that would change my life.
They woke me in the early morning, I learned to expect such things, they liked to keep us on our toes. It was only me though. They wanted to perform a series of special tests on me for the chance to be admitted into a special program. Of course I wanted to stay with Tom, but they were very... persuasive. So I went with them and they performed their tests and asked a ton of questions. I had that day off: no routine exercises to run through, no arms training, no drills... the tests took the whole time. They did everything from measure my heart rate as I ran on a treadmill for two hours, and taking blood, among other things,then seeing my performance afterward, to testing my flexibility. It was the most thorough series of tests I had ever had, but it would not be the last. Late that night they let me drag myself back to my tent, weary and worn.
The next day passed quickly, as if I was in a haze. There were a lot of questions from my friends, Tom was very concerned as to what had drained me so. Then after evening dinner I was called in where they told me that I was a candidate for their special program. I did not really want to but the offer they made me was one which I could hardly refuse... Little did I know, I would not see Tom.
So, I was separated from my group and isolated in a compound deep within the nearby forest in which we used to train and run. I learned that I was in some sort of performance enhancing program to make soldiers more resilient and stronger. I had new specialized training, far more rigorous than that which I had previously. My life was now hyper-regulated as well; my diet was carefully monitored and arranged, pretty much everything was like that. In addition to this, I also started receiving some sort of injections, gene therapy or something they had told me. I occasionally saw some men carrying out what I guessed were disguised bodies with the trash after a while. I began wondering just what it was that I had gotten myself into.
I began to feel different after a while. I noticed myself reacting quicker and my thinking clearer. Then came a day, that fateful day, when I was once again going in for observation, or so I was told. I went in and they strapped me to a table with leather restraints. Then after a few minutes, they began the procedure. They took a large syringe and injected me with something, straight into my heart. I began convulsing and everything started to slow and almost to go dark. I had thought they were trying to kill me, then everything sped back up. I could see the disgust on some of their faces... I could smell their fear. Needless to say, I too was filled with fear and an overpowering rage. I wanted to yell in protest but what I heard surprised me, rather than the scream of horror what I heard was a mighty roar. The men had fled the room and locked the door behind them. I tried to loosen the restraints and to my surprise found that they no longer held me, I looked back and saw that I had broken through them. Then before my eyes I saw my hand- but wait, it was not my hand at all but some sort of claw. I breathed in suddenly as if to recoil from it, but it was my own. Then looking in the glass of an observation window, I saw my reflection. I had been changed. I was no longer human... "It can't be though- it isn't possible," I thought at the time. Werewolves don't exist... and yet there I was staring at one with it staring back at me in the dark glass. What right had they to do this to me? I was outraged and my eyes- my eyes were glowing with fury.
A bullet erupting from behind the dark glass hit me squarely in the shoulder. As the pain blazed through me I cried out in an anguished roar. To my surprise though, the pain then ceased and the wound had ejected the bullet, sealing up. I then took vengeance, breaking through the glass, on my attacker. I cleared the observation room with ease taking out the attackers, he had backup but they were all stunned by what had just transgressed.
I, still filled with rage, went back and tore through the door to start my hunt on those who had decided to play God with my life. I could smell them, they seemed only a few of my new strides away...
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