A Little Hungry 6 By Ghenkai, Kaiokibuto@hotmail.com Searching for a way out… Eventhough they were a floor above, they could hear the pounding footsteps of her approach a mile away. Faintly but clearly, they heard the earlier explosive sounds of battle. Moreso, they felt the small tremors from the said fight, that shook the floor beneath their feet. Wordlessly, they listened to the muffled explosions that rumbled the tiles beneath each of their feet. After hearing no more signs of struggle from the lower floor, the captain of the secondary squad waited for the report of a hopefully successful capture of the rampant creature. The silence began to swirl and fill the air around the armor-clad soldiers with increasing worry. With no report and fearing the worst, the captain decided to make the first move and contact the leader of the first squad through the comlink built into his helmet. Receiving only static in return, the captain frantically tried to make contact with any of the other soldiers. With the ones he didn't receive static from, he heard either utter silence, or garbled moans of pain. Filled now with fear and anxiety for his comrades, the captain prepared to signal his squad to ready themselves for the decent into the lower level...but an absent sound caused him to give pause. He was sure atleast a few others heard the sharp but muffled sound that was emanating from behind the double doors before them, which led to the B2 floor below. It sounded to them as if someone was driving a bulldozer up the flight of stairs. "Everybody ready your weapons and aim for those double doors!" The heavysuited commander ordered, as he cocked his own weapon. They were ready. All 8 members, 5 dressed in lightweight 'Augo Armor Suits', the other 3 in full heavyweight armors, stood 5 yards away, flanking one another in the wide hallway with an assortment of weapons trained on the metal double doors of the entrance to the B1 floor. They could hear its approach, as the sound of stamping footsteps rumbled up the stairs. As much as they steeled themselves, each of them was taken aback as the steel doors exploded inward, crashing to the floor before them. And alittle over 10 meters away stood, hunched over noticeably due to the height of the hallway, what confirmed the captain's fears of the preceding squad. The captain swallowed uneasily, as his gaze took in the sight before him. Had it not been for the amplified coordination of his suit, the others would have seen his aim quivering. That is, if they could peel their eyes from the imposing sight that was gazing sternly towards them. To the dismay and realization of the soldiers, the beastly creature before them had not made any type of approach since entering the hallway. Still, they kept their weapons aimed and ready. It appeared to be stalemate for the moment... -- She silently sniffed the air about her, her nose twitching at the collection of smells that assaulted her snout. A pungent, thick odor loomed from ahead of her, the same odor that swirled around her earlier attackers and their weapons. The scent that seemed to emanate from the suits almost drowned out the smell of their flesh and skin. She had to concentrate, and focus on the scent she was tracking... and her senses told her; ‘Straight ahead’. Too bad for them... she could also smell the scent of fear and anxiety oozing from their very beings… She decided to try not to hurt them too badly… -- "Sir, she's approaching!" One of the lightweight soldiers shouted aloud. The captain was half lost in his own thoughts. Mostly, on how the hell they were to take down this behemoth, when the preceding squad could not. What could this... thing, possibly be? A demon?? It had to be. He never saw anything like this before. Hell, none of them had. But he amended to himself, that in this situation, running was not an option. They would finish the job the proceeding squad started. “FIRE!!!” ----- And as time passed, they waited.... "I hate waiting," Bryan mumbled impatiently and frustrated. He continued to move about the room sporadically, leaning against a wall in the control room one moment, then pacing around in small circle the next. "Sit down Bryan, your making me nervous," Johnathan asked his partner from where he stood, near Mr. Sten who was busy typing away on an special, though smaller laptop-looking computer, attempting to regain some type of electrical control in the large building. Mr. Sten, the two policeofficers, and the bluehaired Miang all were gathered inside the control room, which was dimly lit with emergency light. "Do you think they can catch her?" Bryan asked aloud to the group. Sten paused for a moment during his typing... "...If they can't..." Silence loomed uneasily through the room, until Sten began to talk into the microphone of headset he wore atop his head. The one-sided conversation the trio heard only created more tension in the air around them. After the short, almost stagnant conversation reached an end, Sten swallowed deeply, sighed, and began to type along the keyboard again, this time with alittle more pep than before. Though silent and distant nearly the whole time they entered the Control room, Miang was the first to speak as the three crowded around the man of the moment. "...What did they say?" The blue-tressed female asked almost timidly. "...I'm preparing to give the signal to evacuate." Sten announced simply. All three looked between eachother, a mixture of emotions running across each of their faces. "She's broken through the first and second squads. This is our only other option now... there's nothing here that could possibly stop her, without causing further damages to the building and placing everyone in even worst danger..." Bryan mumbled under his breath with a frown. "....I guess... that answers my earlier question..." "..Miang? Are you okay?" Johnathan asked, noticing the look upon Miang's face was filled with much more than surprise or shock like he or Bryan, but a look a pure fear upon her face, and a tremble running through her body... -- 'My blood... I don't get it.... I can't be anything like her! I’m not a monster!' Miang has known herself to be a rather tranquil person... and, a special person. On and off, she wondered, 'Could there be a significance to her blood? Why is it so special? Why her?' She'd known herself to be a fast healer because of her blood, but like even Sten, who along with others studied this abnormality, only got so far. Her blood, no, possibly her entire genetic makeup had a strange property to it; it would continue to renew itself. Because of this, she rarely caught illnesses. The flu for her was usually like having a simple cold. There was also another property to her DNA that she nor Reginald Sten understood... but now, with the knowledge she collected in the last 12 hours, it was becoming clearer... -- "Miang! Calm down!!" Johnathan yelled, as he tried to hold the frantic woman still. "Let go of me!! I'm a monster!!! I'll kill you!!" Screamed the woman in protest as she wriggled and struggled wildly against the policeman's grasp. Miang completely flipped out. "Miang what's wrong??" Sten asked her, hurriedly getting out of his seat away from the console and making his way over the distraught woman along with Bryan, all of who were in total surprise of Miang's sudden outburst. Their good intentions however seemed to only increase her struggles and screams. "Get away from me!! I don't want to hurt anybody!!!" The bluehaired woman screamed as she broke away from the crowding males in a sudden swift movement and bolted for the door. All three quickly followed after her, but the hysterical female was already through the exit, able to pull the door shut behind her with a hard slam and in the same heartbeat take off down the hallway as fast as her legs could carry her. "Damnit! Why now, at a time like this!!" Sten groaned, as he reopened the door, but stopped abruptly. "I need you two to bring her back quickly!" Reginald said, turning to the two policeofficers. A look of half confusion spread across both of the officer's faces, caused by a mess of questions forming in their minds. The highest priority questions revolving around Miang's sudden outburst, and the enormous, dangerous werewolf that is still roaming the building. But there was no time to ponder; the longer they stood still, the more distance Miang was opening between them. "Alright, we'll go find h--" "Let's go! No time to talk! Movemove!" Bryan shouted at his friend, shoving at him from behind. As annoyed as he felt for being interrupted, Johnathan knew his good friend had a point. Either way, the expression of relief that swept over Sten's face was unmistakable. "Come on then!" Johnathan yelled behind, yanking hard on Bryan's shoulder as he took off down the hallway after the hysterical woman. "Ouch! You trying to pull my arm out of socket He-Man?!" Bryan could be heard yelling last, before they disappeared around the corner that they saw Miang turn down. Sten spared himself no time as he rushed back to the computer, putting back on the headset he was wearing before to begin immediate evacuation of the building. He hoped deeply that the two men would find Miang quickly, before she gets herself hurt. Or possibly worst... ...Because the werewolf was now on the same floor as themselves. ---- "Miang!!" Johnathan called out, worried that they might have now lost track of frantic female. "Damn, she's fast!" Bryan groaned as they came to another intersection, looking down the two corridors they had the option of heading down. John pondered aloud... "Why did she suddenly run off like that?" Bryan sighed as he idly stepped about the intersection. "This building is much too big to be playing--" His sentence was cut short as he caught himself from stumbling over. Looking down, he saw what had almost tripped him up; that being a cracked chunk of floor that sat hitched up higher than the rest. He gawked as he followed the trail of the long crack right up the wall and into the ceiling where it disappeared. He of course knew what had caused this... and remembered that a day ago he'd shot it ineffectively with his gun. He wiped a sheen of sweat from his forehead as he wondered if that female would remember that in her current form... But, she had an apparent moment to kill him at the store, and she didn't... but... she's only a floor under them... what if she comes up to this floor? Doubtful she would be in a good mood after being shocked out cold earlier... "Let's split up," Johnathan suggested. Bryan felt his blood freeze up in his veins at his friend's expressed idea. "R U NUTS?!" "She's a floor below us! We're safe!" John retorted... then his eyes caught sight once more of the large running crack in the wall as well... "We're safe here." He reiterated, more to himself, than anyone else... "Besides we don't know which way she went, and we need to find her fast before she gets hurt!" Bryan inhaled a deep long breath as he gathered his bearings... "Your right, your right... I'll take the left hall then, alright?" John gave a nod of his head, agreeing. "Okay I got the right hall. We don't find her in 20 minutes we go back to the control room, okay?" Bryan also gave a quick nod. Both then turned to head their separate ways in hopes of finding the bluehaired female. "...John?" Curious, Johnathan gave pause... "Yea?" "Are you, afraid of 'her'?" It took a moment to figure out whom Bryan was hinting towards… "Well of course I am, Bryan! Now stop wasting time!" And with that, Johnathan took off down the hallway. Bryan sighed as he dashed off through his respective hallway. He couldn't help but think that perhaps his very friend was the one person who had least to worry from the beast that was roaming the lower floors. But for now, it was best to focus on finding the Miang, and hope that the creature wouldn't get the idea to come to the higher floors. ---- SniffSniff... SniffSniff. Such a GIGANTIC shiny cavern... and it was filled with these small human creatures wrapped in cloths or metals. 'She' rarely came in contact with humans. Only once in awhile would she meet them, stumbling upon a family campsite setup in her part of the forest, in which they would usually run from her in a mad dash for their survival. Though hurting them was the farthest thing from her mind, the tangy scent of smoked meats in the air being what drew her near and was her #1 prerogative. Meat... food... her hunger was becoming more nagging as the moments passed... The massive, enormous female werewolf continued her trek through the large bright colored cavern, following the scents on her nose. The beast known as Parra, admitted to herself that was a memorable night. She was wandering through a strange cavern she'd never seen before, and during the time was twice now attacked by those strange metallic beings. They’d really done nothing more to her other than tickle and tease, but she expected that, seeing as she so far knew only one thing that ever gave her a challenge... A thing... that she hated with a passion... but she couldn't kill, no matter how hard she had tried... but no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't kill her either... *Sniffsniff....* Her nose twitched in the air as she padded on all fours through the dim cavern, her tail swishing gently behind her. Despite her nagging hunger, she was as happy as a puppy... A big... oversized... gargantuan... and abundantly chesty... redhaired... human hybrid of a puppy... but a puppy netherless, and more or less. Her nose caught a scent. It was a different scent; a strange scent. It was somehow familiar... it reminded her of her own... just faintly... This is truly turning out to be a night to remember! With a grin alight with the wonder and curiousness of a newborn pup, the mischievous creature bounded off, following the peculiar scent. ---- I have to get away from here... I'm a monster... I have to get away from them... Just like she is... I have to get away from everyone... Maybe I'm even worst... I have to leave.... Maybe... I'm overacting... nothing has ever happened to me... I have to leave here... NOW...' Frantic, confused, fearful... so many thoughts clouded into Miang's mind, all thriving for her attention. Some based around that of her new top priority; to get away from any and all human life. Other thoughts came in erratically; thoughts on what she was going to do and where she was going to go, to thoughts that were based on pointless trivia, like what type of ice cream she had a couple of days ago. Thinking she finally lost the Johnathan and Bryan, the two policemen, she albeit collapsed to her knees in a corner of the dim hallway she was in, panting from her long unabated run. Her chest heaved into her labcoat as her lungs fought to take in more oxygen then they were meant to. As she rested to regain her breath, she viewed the hallway she was currently in, which like a good portion of the complex, showed telltale signs of collateral damage. From the looks of it, it was completely deserted, but she knew all residents on the floor were locked behind most each door she could see. Pieces of plastic and glass littered the floor from where a couple of broken overhead lights had broken open during the earlier tremors. All about the floor, there was a look of 'dishelved', that ranged from different levels; from simple, like the damage she observed right now, to extreme, which was namely the condition the B2 floor where powerful beast emerged from was in. Finally having recovered a good measure of her fatigue along with some of her senses, Miang stood, deciding to continue her journey, and exit the building before something happened. Another set of pondering ideals came to her mind, but they were now much clearer and levelheaded. 'Maybe I am overreacting... I have never felt like anything else in this world except myself...' With every passing thought, confidence filled and soothed her mind and body as she reassured herself of who she is. Unknowing, she even began to mumble to herself aloud. "I have never changed into anything at all under a full moon... why would that happen now? It has not happen yet, so what am I so worried about? It doesn't matter if my blood is alittle different; I am still... human..." "Yes... I am still a human being!" She proclaimed to herself, thinking about how foolish she'd been acting. She sighed in a relaxed manner and wiped the sheen of sweat from her forehead as she came to a stop, leaning against the side of a wall within the hallway corridor. Deep in thought, the bluehaired female turned around, looking at the way in which she came from... she made a decision... "Now isn't the time to be causing any further problems... I should go back to the control room so they can stop worrying about me..." As Miang began her long walk back to the said place, her ear caught the patter of feet behind her. The bluehaired woman jumped in surprise, but she remembered the two policemen were chasing after her earlier. Thinking they finally found her, she sighed in relief and turned around... to see not a man dressed in dark blue clothing, but a pair of glowing red irises emerge from around the corner of the hall. Paralyzing terror swept through Miang's body like a tidal wave as she gazed upon the mammoth creature as it padded from around the corner in an eerily quiet manner, approaching closer with each heavy step. Even with Miang standing straight and the were on all fours, the height of the werecreature's brown furred, thick vascular back seemed to be nearly as high as Miang was tall. The bluehaired female felt her mouth suddenly go dry as she slowly stepped away from the approaching creature, who only continued to advance in return. Miang stumbled and fell onto her posterior as the hulking creature then rose to her full height, hunched over some due to the inadequate height of the ceiling, her red eyes bearing down on the flabbergasted woman. Miang's heart was ready to burst through her ribcage. It was one thing to see such a creature as this in the movies, but another thing entirely to meet a 'myth' face to face. Particularly when that 'myth' is towering over you like a tree casting it's shadow over a fallen piece of fruit. Her heart was beating like never before, every thump in the fallen woman's ears pounding like a piston. She gasped for every breath like each one was her last, her eyes locked on the dominating figure above her, which has already proven most any weapon inside of the large complex to be useless against her powerful body. In the back of her mind, something did not feel right for the panicking woman. Like the gradual aggression of waves at the beginning of a high tide, another strange, foreign feeling began to form, and grow within her. A feeling that, in a dire time like this, she welcomed it's comforting warmth with open arms. Her uneasy breathing quickly changed into convulsions, each one racking her body a touch harder than the next. Her eyes stared on and through at the hulking female beast standing before her, as her fingernails on her hands, eerily sharper than a couple of moments ago, scratched at the concrete floor for purchase. She could feel her hot blood race through her veins, pulsing faster by the second. In her mind's eye, her blouse, in fact her very clothing, felt constricting to her rampant inhaling. Abruptly, fear crept back into Miang's mind when she mentally registered the alien emotions and feelings that were running wild through her body. Her blood coursed even faster, making her soft flesh hot. Her breaths growing ever deeper, her chest heaving against her loose, but currently tighter blouse. The strange phenomenon continued for next set of moments... before the cresado was reached. Like a runaway train, physical and emotional feelings collided. The blue-tressed female collapsed, her head smacking unforgivingly against the tiled floor before the clawed feet of the gigantic werewolf. -- Curious. The werewolf known as Parra finally tracked down the strange, but welcoming scent that lingered in her nostrils. Thinking she would find another like her inside the strange-modeled cave, she intrigued to find but another human instead. Silently, she watched the small female with those glowing, blood red eyes, as she stumbled to the floor in utter shock of the visage before her. She merely tilted her head from slowly side to side at times as inhaled the scent of blaring scent of fear that flowed from the small woman. The body of the woman suddenly began to go nuts, and the brown furred, redheaded were only stared on as the little female drunk in air like there was no tomorrow. Her scent took on many changes during the strange event, and the immense creature almost lost track of the many shades of fear, excitement and hopelessness that were expressed in the short time. In the end, as if it was all too much for her, the tiny bluehaired female fell out before her red clawed toes. With a small whine which carried into a light questionable growl, the werewolf kneeled down before the downed female, snagging her long sharp claws into he clothing she wore. When the human winced during her actions, the, even when she was kneeling, towering were became more careful with her actions, hoisting up the woman by the back of her lab coat and holding her face pointblank before her twitching snout, her lower waist resting against the enormous warm bosom of the beast. The sound of the redhaired werewolf sniffing at the being in her grasp was barely audible, but was also the only sound within the hallway at that moment. Another low errant growl rumbled from the powerful brown furred creature, was followed by her long wet tongue lapping out against the female's soft skinned face, as if trying to urge her to wake up and show some sign of life, as though her restful beating of her heart wasn't enough. Despite her desire, no response came from the unconscious woman, and the female werewolf made a deep, gruff snort in frustration. BANG! Alarmed more at the loud sound than the actual impact of the scorching bullet that wove through her thick long red hair, and smacked against her back on her tough, fur-laidened skin and bounced to the floor, the massively muscled were rose quickly to her feet. Her head crashed effortlessly a couple of feet into the ceiling for probably the third time that night. Whipping herself around and dropping the strange but now forgotten young woman unceremonally to the floor, the irate behemoth of a creature turned her gaze to the lightly smoking barrel of the gun which was fired at her, and the blond haired man who held it, standing in visible sight near the corner of the hallway intersection, a good 15 feet away. ‘...Well I’ve got her attention… now what in the hell do I do…’ Bryan mentally asked himself in building fear, as he began to back away from the approaching angered creature, a menacing snarl on her muzzle rumbling through the air. ---- 'Over 15 minutes now, and still no sign of her...damn, this place is much too big...' A frustrated Johnathan continued his trek through the B1 floor of the large complex, realizing now how futile his search was becoming. He'd passed by door after door, any of which could've held the woman he was searching for behind them. He'd passed through few hallway intersections, and there was no telling if he was traveling in the right direction to locate her. Chewing on his bottom lip, the dark-haired policeman came to a stop in the middle of yet another hallway fork, contemplating on the best option to follow from here. Not on which path to journey, but course of action to take entirely. "This just isn't going to work...she could be anywhere by now, and there's no way I can find her in a place like this unless I had a drug dog's nose..." He refused to let himself dwindle about the area those words opened to him... thinking about what 'she' might be doing on the floor below him would only complicate things unnecessarily. He prayed however, that Miang had not traveled down there. "I might as well head back now... hm?" As John stared down the left hallway, something peculiar caught his eye in the distance. At first gaze, it looked simply to be more signs of havoc that the complex endured earlier. Something however, seemed out of place, and that little query drew him closer to the wreckage. His nose caught whiff of the taint of a pungent aroma lingering in the air; the type of aroma one would smell after the discharge of a gun, or in this case, bigger weapons. Only pausing for a moment, he continued on, staring at the strange mound of scrap that lay on the floor. "Wait... what is...!!" Slackjawed, the dark-haired male eyed what looked to be one of the armored men, unconscious beneath a mound of rubble which fell from the wall he'd obviously been smashed through. Various weapons laid strewn about, most all of them crushed. Destruction and carnage rained over the scene, many of the metallic suited warriors buried under concrete and rubble. A miniature World War 3 came to John's mind as he tapped the helmet of one of the downed soldiers, hoping for some type of response, and was relieved when he made out a garbled moan in response. Another unsettling thought stung his mind with sudden realization as well. 'She' was now on this floor... and obviously not in a good mood...’ ---- ‘Oh god do I wish I could wake up right now!!' Policeofficer Bryan, was not having a good time. He an idea earlier that his gun would have no effect on her, but he felt that had to do something to get Miang out of the enormous female beast's hands before it was too late. With that mission accomplished, the usually wisecracking policeman had a new, more difficult task at hand. Staying alive and keeping away from the giantess were that was now chasing after him, each step and each snarl reverberating audibly behind him in the distance. Skidding around the corner, the blond cop took off at full speed down the dimly lit hallway, ignoring the burning sensation running through his legs. Exhaustion was fighting to settle into his overworked body, but fear was far too prevalent. A brief moment later, the gargantuan female beast came to a sliding stop around that same corner on all fours, gazing down the hallway at her retreating target. She could've easily caught the fleeing man, but was instead now making sport of the poor guy. Watching her 'game' disappear around yet another hallway corner in the distance, the werewolf known as Parra gave chase once more, giving off a wailing howl that almost froze Bryan's soul. Taking a risk-all chance, the blond cop stopped in his tracks and grabbed and twisted the knob of a random door, but the gods were doing anything but smiling upon him as with dread he found the door to be locked. And Bryan would soon find out that this simple second long delay cost him. A yell garbled by saliva bubbled up from his throat and a white hot bolt a pain shot through his ribs. His mind almost didn't comprehend the feeling of weightlessness as his body soared freely through the air for over 50 feet, before slamming shoulder first against the tiled floors below him. His body rolled uncontrollably over the unforgiving concrete tiles, before finally crashing stomach first against a wall, and falling onto his back. Coughing up a few splotches of blood, Bryan knew now how it would feel to stand in the path of a speeding Mack truck. Hearing and feel the heavy pitter-pats of concrete crushing feet rapidly approaching, the injured policeman rolled to onto his stomach, and was rewarded with great stings of discomfort from his side where the she beast careened into him. There was no doubt in his mind that a number of his ribs were cracked, if not broken. The thumping pitter-pats came to a deafening halt; the blond policeman didn't need to turn his head to know that 'she' was upon him now. Instinctively fearful for his own life, Bryan staggered onto his hands and knees, using all his strength to try to crawl away. He felt what seemed like a fur covered vice grapple painfully tight around his lower waist, causing a cry of agony from the downed policeman as he was lifted up from off the floor. To him it felt as if his upward rise would last forever, but then sudden came to an abrupt stop. The floor looked more like to be miles away, than simply a few, though impressively far yards. Through slitted, wincing eyes, Bryan could see the extreme, not-of-this-world physique and attributes of his holder, and hear her deep breaths as she held his body at roughly eye level with her own. 'She' was staring at him intensely. In spite of the pain he was in, he returned the intense stare through his pained eyes, latent thoughts of the comparison of the creature he met just last night, and the one holding him now like he was just a fleshy luggage running through his mind. -- 'She' watched as he twitched and writhed weakly within her grip. A curious whine escaped her lips as she looked him over, loosening her grip a touch. She could tell he was hurt, probably from the head first ram she just gave him. Well, that's what he got for attacking her before, though she didn't expect him to be so badly injured from her ‘small nudge’. *Sniffsniff...sniffsniff....* That smell upon him... was familiar... she knew somehow, she met this person before. She decided not to delve on the subject any further, as that simply led to dead ends she met whenever she tried to think on subjects that were too far out of reach from instinctive thought. *....Sniffsniff....* Something else caught her nose... another scent that was mixed in with his own... a delightful, but confusing smell she didn't fully understand... but it was familiar to her somehow... she knew that the owner of this scent was somewhere around this enormous shining cave... if she would simply follow her nose... With a low throaty rumble in her throat, she slowly lowered the wincing cop to the floor, and raised her nose high once more, sniffing the multitude of smells dancing in the air... Stepping over the wounded man, 'she' took off down the long maze of hallways before her... searching... ---- "...So you couldn't find her??" "No, no sign of her. But it’s is a big place with many rooms, so maybe she might’ve hid one of them. But why didn't you tell us that… that 'she' was on this floor now?!!" "I'm sorry about that; I got lost in the confusion of all that's going on..." It'd been a few minutes since Johnathan made it back to the control room, backtracking on his steps. When John warned Sten of the arrival of the werewolf onto the very floor they were on, he was surprised to find out that the scientist already knew, but hadn't warned them. Quite annoyed, but alittle understanding; afterall, it's not everyday a giant wolfwoman tears half a building apart, the dark-haired cop continued. "So what now? What about the injured guards? And I need to warn Bryan somehow..." Sten chewed on his lip and rubbed the side of his forehead in frustration... "I... don't know..." That wasn't what John wanted to hear. "What do you mean?! You have to do something!!" "Which is EXACTLY what I'm trying to figure out! She's made it past the main defense of what this building has to offer! She caused practically half of this building to rupture! In a nutshell, there isn't anyth--" Sten's rant was cut short as they felt, before they heard, the approaching, thudding stamps in the hallway past the closed door of the control room. Worried glances passed between the two men, before their eyes fell once more upon the door... The floor shattering stamps came to an unwritten apex, then a sudden halt. Even as they tried to brace themselves for the inevitable, the feeling of utter shock ran down their spines as a large clawed hand plowed right through the 2 inch thick metal of the only entrance and exit of the control room. The massive brown and furry arm curled inward, gripping her claws into the steel of the door. In one swift shrieking sound, the door was ripped away and tossed down the hallway with a loud metal clang. Both of the fearstruck men were greeted by the sight of two beachball-sized mammaries, a powerful abed stomach and huge towering and bulging legs, all covered with silky brown fur. The form of the beastial before them was far too large to fit through the small area of the door; it was impossible to see above or past her bulbous chest or either of her massive arms, but they knew that wouldn't stop her from entering, which it didn't. Sten inhaled sharply and stumbled back against a counter behind him as 'she' lunged forward and 'bullied' her way through the smaller entrance, carving out a bigger door as she did. Chunks of concrete and metal flew in all directions from the entrance, and finally the entire form of the hulking creature was revealed, seeming to fill up most of the room with her immense size. Reaching a quivering hand down to his holster, Johnathan drew his gun, clicking off the safety. "...Okay... just… stay back..." The dark-haired policeman forced himself to say as his shivering hand raised the gun up, aimed towards the thick, wide chest of the advancing were. This seemed to do little to discourage the approaching giantess wolfwoman. Her red clawed hand reached out for quivering policeman... A shot rang out. The female beast paused in her tracks. Johnathan swallowed hard as the giant female werewolf whined questionably and idly placed a hand against her chest were the bullet struck her, lightly rubbing the spot just above the deep furry cleavage innocently, yet also mockingly. There was the sound of a 'clink', as if something had fell to floor, but nothing could be fully seen due to the dim lighting within the room. An agitated growl escaped the beastial creature's throat, and once more she reached out for the cowering policeman, who began firing his gun once more. She ignored the 'light impact' of the bullets upon her body as she clenched her hand around the shiny black metal Johnthan held, taking the gun away from him and crushing it within her single large hand. Sten stared on breathlessly. Before Johnathan could even react to the inhuman feat, the giantess were crouched onto one knee and swooped her massive arm around the shocked policeman, scooping him up into her clutches with a gruff snarl. He soon found himself cradled tightly against her chest, pressed firmly against her large warm and furry breasts, and staring up at the frightening gaze of his captor. With her lip curled back in another light snarl, her sharp teeth glinting threateningly in his eyesight. He could feel each of her breaths that expanded and compressed her huge chest, and the strong thumping beats of her heart. It was deathly silent inside of the control room... the next sound came from the enormous redheaded werewolf, in the form of a low whine. She hoisted him up further to her face, draping his upper body along her enormous furred breasts. Her nose twitched as she sniffed at him, cradling him closer all the time. John winced, realizing now that the 'mythical being' which held him, did not realize how strong she truly was. He was reminded of his earlier meetings with her, and how rough and heavy her grip was on himself... With a small growl, the female werewolf began to shove him further into her warm furry cleavage, causing John to lurch and groan in pain as besides a certain amount of yielding softness, there was little to no give. It was like pushing pushed between two enormous medicine balls. Stopping for a moment, she made an opening between her giant mammaries, spacing them apart, then sliding the helpless dark haired policeman into her valley as far as he could go. It was a tight squeeze for him, but oddly comfortable as the space he was in was just enough for him to fit, without any body-injuring altercations. Like he would complain anyhow... "....I .... think.... she... likes you..." Mr. Sten murmured aloud. "...Lucky me..." Johnathan whispered silently to himself, his arms draped out to the sides in the creased area where breast met chest, as the giantess were rose to her full height, stopping herself short of hitting her head on the ceiling this time around. She peered over at the awestricken scientist as if finally acknowledging his existence inside the room, then brought her gaze back to the little man pinched between her bust. A large red clawed hand gently, that is as gently as she could manage, stroked the top of his head, brushing back his head of short dark brunette hair. Small, gentle sounds vibrated from her throat, sounds like the soft whines made a few moments earlier. Despite the inherit roughness of her 'gentle pats', John was enjoying the attention bestowed upon him, mostly for the fact that she could've ripped his head off instead. A weird uneasiness however began to boil in his stomach as he began to wonder if he was having the same effect on her, as he seemed to have the times before... In a swift motion, the werewolf known as Parra turned around and crouched low to the ground, surprising her clenched captive who threw gripped a tight handful of fur on her chest in reflex. He thought he might've hurt her during this action, but was again surprised to see that she didn't look the least bit annoyed or agitated. She probably wasn't even aware of what he did! On all fours, John tightly held in place inside the valley of her mammaries, that practically engulfed his entire upper body and even some of his lower torso, the were bounded out of the small room with a yip and a light growl. Sten simply looked on as the two of them disappeared around a hall corner. He allowed himself an uneasy grin to form on his face... "...Just as I thought..." Taking a few steps forward, before kneeling down and picking up a couple of the slightly dented bullets he saw in the room from the dim light that shined in from the hallway, looking at them in awe. “…Incredible….” ---- Calling it a 'bumpy ride' wouldn't do it justice. Then again, there was no precise word for this 'ride'. Everything was upside-down, and bobbing nauseatingly like angry river for the dark haired policeman. He curled his legs around the enormous female were's abdomen as far as he could, which wasn't much at all, but it gave him a feeling of safety. Or as safe as he could be, clenched tightly around the waist, almost buried inbetween the gargantuan-sized werewolf's mounds, hovering a few feet up from the floor below. He could feel the powerful muscles within her chest move recoil under her furry skin with every leap and bound. She came to a sudden halt, crouched on the balls of her clawed feet in a kneeling position, as she skimmed around the area, a whine that could pass for a sigh emanating from her closed snout as she peered left and right in the corridors. There was doubt in John's mind; she was lost, and had no idea where she was going. She was looking for a way out of this metallic dungeon. He wanted to help her, but truth be told, he probably had about as much of an idea how to get out of here as she did. A deep huff and another confused whine emanated from her as she continued to look back and forth around the hallway and sniffing the air around her. Her curled, spiky long red hair whipped to and fro from these actions, some draping down atop of the policeman and skewering his vision. An idea came to the enormous female beast's mind. She stood up from her crouch, placing her hands against the top of the ceiling. John heard the sounds of creaking metal and chipping concrete coming from above, and even felt the light dusting of debree shower upon his head. Realizing with a shock what she was about to do, the dark haired policeman covered his head with his hands and buried his face down into her fur. It made sense to him; she was planning on 'digging' her way out of the building. The rain of debree from above rose intensity as she pressed her hands harder onto the ceiling, beginning to dig out huge clumps of metal and cement like the wild animal she is. Her claws sliced through with nil resistance, and her bulling arms pumping effortlessly. Webbed cracks streamed every which way from the giant hole she was creating, as pounds and pounds, soon becoming tons of concrete crashed to floor, along with thick shielded wires. She ceased her digging. Thinking the massively muscle-laidened werewolf's dig had came to an end, he looked up to see her handiwork. Despite all the tons of concrete she dug out, there was no hole or anything he could see that they would be able to fit through. Only a large dome that she’d just now carved out from out of the ceiling. Her chest vibrated around and against him insync with her guttural growls. She was becoming more angered and annoyed with this place by the moment. Suddenly she began again, this time plowing her large clawed hands into the ceiling once more, reaching higher and higher until she was standing on her clawed toes to dig higher up still. A handful of moments passed, and more concrete, metal and wires rained down from the ceiling above, but still there was no exit for the irritated female werewolf. A bellowing roar of rage rumbled the halls as she howled out, making John cringe against her powerful rumbling chest. She'd had enough. She wanted out. She wanted out NOW. Johnathan felt the sudden dip in height as the giantess were crouched down onto the balls of her feet once more. He though she was about to move on to another location, finally giving up on this spot. He was wrong. The floor under her feet exploded out with huge cracks, and an enormous thick cloud of dust scattered around the area as she leaped straight up. She didn't know that she'd came very close to digging through to the top of the above floor; there was only with half a feet of dirt, metal, and cement to go. Her powerful leap sent her skyrocketing upward through the floor above with an erupting 'boom'. But her momentum was barely halted. She careened headfirst into the next ceiling above. Her leap was so great, she shot through 4 more entire feet of concrete and wires like a bullet through paper. And then another 4 building shaking feet still, as her momentum finally came to a halt, causing her to only bang a deep dent into the last ceiling with her head instead of plowing right through it as she did the ones before. Male and female screams rang out from the lower rooms her tougher-than-nails body smashed through, the workers inside cowering in the corners in utter shock. Her immense body plopped against the side of the hole, her clawed feet dangling into the hole she'd just created with her body; her head to be precise. Alot of screaming could be heard about, John being one of them as he cried out in pain as he felt himself being crushed against between his captor's bountiful bosoms from the pressure of her hanging on the side of the hole. He was shocked to know that again, for one of the multiple times in the past couple of days, that he was still alive. Despite being very shook up from the repeated impacts, he for the most part only had a headache and a bad ringing in his ears. He also surprised of himself with the fact that, even with everything that's happened lately, he was having great difficulty accepting what had just transpired. The massive werewolf known as Parra, just smashed through 3 entire floors with one jump. She began to struggle to pull herself up onto the floor, her long claws digging into the floor but quickly losing purchase due to her immense weight working against her to pull her back down into the hole she created. In a fit of growls and whines, she finally managed to pull herself onto the floor, taking a moment to gaze down into the deep hole she just made. The small handful of people she could see inside of their rooms below stared back at the large, redhaired, brown furred creature with what looked to be a human being shoved deeply between her oversized breasts. After eyeing her handiwork, she turned and scooted away from the hole, now looking down at the little human in her possession, small, soft and cute whines coming from her as she ran a red clawed finger through his short hair. The gesture seemed to break Johnathan out of his dazed and barely comprehending stupor, bringing his gaze up to meet that of the were's. Despite her crimson glowing eyes, they had a taint of calmness that put him in a state of awe... Of course as she just demonstrated, she has a rather short temper as well. "….WH-WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!?!?!" The enormous werewolf's long pointed ears perked up, and both raised their heads at the sound of the nearby feminine voice in the dark room. A large circled light shined upon them; a flashlight. Parra snarled deeply at the bright shining in her eyes, bearing her sharp teeth. The light shining upon the duo wavered and wobbled before the flashlight dropped to the floor out of the holder's twitching hands. The flashlight rolled along the floor, winding up shining it's illuminating light upon the female that once held it. She was a beautiful woman, with deep black shoulder length hair that hung limply down her back, matching dark irises like black coals and creamy white skin. She was dressed in an large open white blouse that was untucked from the pair of long black business pants. John twisted himself around enough to see the female who they'd crashed in on, and became flushed with embarrassment on his trapped position. Lucky for him the room was too dark to make out much, and woman couldn't see him flustered. "Umm......... h-hi there... you probably… sh-- ahh!" Abruptly the large female werewolf turned and took off on all fours with yips and yowls. The captive policeman noted idly, that she sounded... happy somehow, but he didn't have any idea what she could've been so cheerful about. Perhaps she found a way out like she'd been searching for... Through his jumpy, blurry vision caused my the giant werewolf's wild bounds, John could make out the half open window in the closing distance, which she was now charging full steam for. "N-no! Wait! Um, P-Parra!!" He yelled in rising fear, once more burying his head back into thick fur that lined her powerful chest. Freedom came with a light jolt of impact, and the sound of shattering glass and metal as the she burst straight through the window. Though it was rather big for a window, the female werewolf took the entire window out along with the frame and more, leaving yet another awkward 9 foot wide, ovaled circle. But unfortunately, she had no idea how high up that she actually was. Each floor within the building is around 17 or even more feet high from floor to floor, and she was now plummeting almost head first from the 3rd floor of the large building. The giant female werewolf flailed her legs and hands in the air as she fought to control her fall. There was a resounding 'WHAM' Her arms and legs slammed deeply into the soiled ground upon her landing, almost halfway up to her knees and elbows, throwing dirt and grass in all directions from herself from the impact. With a few quick jerks, she pulled herself free of the ground. Standing to her 13-foot height, she took a deep breath of fresh air, and howled at the moon above. -- Finally! Outside, where she was meant to be, under the special bright white ball in the sky. Her nose pointed to the sky above, she sang out to the full moon in praise. A groaning sound just below her caught her ear and she brought her gaze down to the human who she still kept secure and tight between her massive mounds. He appeared to be dazed and weak, as his painful groaning would indicate. In a concerned whine, the gargantuan werewolf began to stroke her fingers lightly across the top of his head to try to ease his pain. She stopped when he drunkenly looked up at her, his face scrunched up in pain which he tried to hide in a small smile. When he groaned and laid his head back down against her chest, she stopped her affectionate, although unkowingly rough touches, and began walking towards the tall 30-foot stone wall that surrounded the complex. Upon reaching it, she easily leapt onto the top of it, landing with balance to that of a cat, albeit a very huge and heavy one, in a feral crouch. She spied across the open landscape before her... she noticed how different the smells were around her, and how odd the scenery before was. This wasn’t her home. She knew that she sometimes found herself in strange locations; sometimes not too far away from her home in the forest, and sometimes in an alien place altogether. But her nose has always led her back, like it would do now. Sniffing at the air, she bounded off the wall and into the forest before her. To Be Continued… Author’s Rants: Sorry for the long wait, took abit longer than I thought it would to finish this one, and then I hit some bad writer’s block to boot. Ah well! It’s done! C&C, as always, is welcome! Kaiokibuto@hotmail.com