Call of the Wild: Trapped
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xp_logsNick hatches a plan to help the Mutant in trouble, but finds himself in a much worse predicament.
Nicholas Gleason was pacing at the edge of the woods. His training suit was in tatters at this point, but that was the least of his concerns. There was a mutant in trouble. A mutant about to die if he didn't do something, and do something very quickly. Holding his hands around his ears he fell down to the ground, and began rocking back and forth. Think! Think! But nothing was coming. All he could hear were the sounds of the mutant haters around him.
The deep cover of the woods was part of the reason Risman had selected this spot to host the first Purifiers meeting in the New England states. Unfortunately for him it also concealed the boy that would be his downfall, whom he now passed by within mere meters of. One of his disciples was with him, a young man who was skipping his classes this week to be here for this important event. "Scott, you have nothing to worry about. I've told you before, by the time the crowd gets large enough, the work of God will be done and we'll purge that devil spawn from his green earth. I know your faith is challenged by this, my son, but it's all going to be okay. We're doing the Lord's work." Risman clapped a hand onto the shoulder of the college student and nodded, "Go say a rosary so the holy mother can help you fulfill your part in this."
"God's work my ass." Nick whispered low enough that he was sure the men couldn't hear him, but loud enough that he felt better. Looking around Nick thought of transforming there on the spot. Running towards the police. But he knew that he'd need his wolf speed to get there quick enough, but the sound of his transformation would be too loud and surely insure the boy's fate. If only he had remembered his cell phone before training earlier in the day. That's when it hit him. Cell Phone! If college students in the east were anything like those in the midwest, they would almost never be caught dead with their phones close by. Quickly he began to scan the man talking to Risman, trying to find any buldge in his pockets that could disguise the small device.
Scott walked slowly but with purpose in the direction of the clearing they'd made holy the night before to pray. A rosary already in hand, he prayed to the holy mother to give him strength enough to carry-out the deed. His prayers were mumbled gibberish to anyone who wasn't a student of Latin, as the boy knelt in the mud behind some supply crates.
Nick spotted what he was looking for in the back pocket of the boy. A bulge accompanied with a small silver antenna sticking out of the top. He knew that he had to do something, and this seemed like his best shot. Maybe he could call the police, or even Professor Sefton. Well if the Professor would even return his call after yesterday. He tried to push the thought out of his mind as he tried to creep forward, being mindful of his steps and trying to avoid the crunching of the leaves and branches as much as he could.
For his part, Scott was in his own little world. Bead-by-bead the prayers continued uninturupted save for the sounds of the forest around him and the crowd nearby.
Biting his lower lip, Nick grabbed onto one of the nearby tree limbs. Leaning forward, he kept looking back and forth from the cell phone to the back of the man's head, hoping that he could ward him off from turning around.
The sudden tug on his back pocket snapped him out of his reverent state. "What?" he asked, turning around to be confronted with a barely clothed young man, only a few years younger than himself.
Nick smiled quickly as soon as the man turned around, quickly he blurted out the first thing that came to his head. "Hey, buddy. I was out here camping and all my stuff got mauled by some wildcat or something. Do you guys happen to have any extra clothes?" He hope that these people were just gullible, and that the Risman guy didn't have some kind of mutant power of influence.
"A wildcat?!" Scott looked around the clearing, wondering what other kinds of wildlife was out there. "Dude, you're lucky to be alive. Don't worry, you're safe now though, we'll take care of you." Scott put an arm around the young man's shoulder and led him back toward the camp to get him some new clothing- this was the sign he was waiting for, now if he could just figure out what it meant.
"But I uh..." The boy looked back over his shoulder, hoping to see a blue elfish figure standing there. But it looked like a miracle wasn't in the cards. Rounding his shoulders, he let the boy lead him further into the camp.
Nicholas Gleason was pacing at the edge of the woods. His training suit was in tatters at this point, but that was the least of his concerns. There was a mutant in trouble. A mutant about to die if he didn't do something, and do something very quickly. Holding his hands around his ears he fell down to the ground, and began rocking back and forth. Think! Think! But nothing was coming. All he could hear were the sounds of the mutant haters around him.
The deep cover of the woods was part of the reason Risman had selected this spot to host the first Purifiers meeting in the New England states. Unfortunately for him it also concealed the boy that would be his downfall, whom he now passed by within mere meters of. One of his disciples was with him, a young man who was skipping his classes this week to be here for this important event. "Scott, you have nothing to worry about. I've told you before, by the time the crowd gets large enough, the work of God will be done and we'll purge that devil spawn from his green earth. I know your faith is challenged by this, my son, but it's all going to be okay. We're doing the Lord's work." Risman clapped a hand onto the shoulder of the college student and nodded, "Go say a rosary so the holy mother can help you fulfill your part in this."
"God's work my ass." Nick whispered low enough that he was sure the men couldn't hear him, but loud enough that he felt better. Looking around Nick thought of transforming there on the spot. Running towards the police. But he knew that he'd need his wolf speed to get there quick enough, but the sound of his transformation would be too loud and surely insure the boy's fate. If only he had remembered his cell phone before training earlier in the day. That's when it hit him. Cell Phone! If college students in the east were anything like those in the midwest, they would almost never be caught dead with their phones close by. Quickly he began to scan the man talking to Risman, trying to find any buldge in his pockets that could disguise the small device.
Scott walked slowly but with purpose in the direction of the clearing they'd made holy the night before to pray. A rosary already in hand, he prayed to the holy mother to give him strength enough to carry-out the deed. His prayers were mumbled gibberish to anyone who wasn't a student of Latin, as the boy knelt in the mud behind some supply crates.
Nick spotted what he was looking for in the back pocket of the boy. A bulge accompanied with a small silver antenna sticking out of the top. He knew that he had to do something, and this seemed like his best shot. Maybe he could call the police, or even Professor Sefton. Well if the Professor would even return his call after yesterday. He tried to push the thought out of his mind as he tried to creep forward, being mindful of his steps and trying to avoid the crunching of the leaves and branches as much as he could.
For his part, Scott was in his own little world. Bead-by-bead the prayers continued uninturupted save for the sounds of the forest around him and the crowd nearby.
Biting his lower lip, Nick grabbed onto one of the nearby tree limbs. Leaning forward, he kept looking back and forth from the cell phone to the back of the man's head, hoping that he could ward him off from turning around.
The sudden tug on his back pocket snapped him out of his reverent state. "What?" he asked, turning around to be confronted with a barely clothed young man, only a few years younger than himself.
Nick smiled quickly as soon as the man turned around, quickly he blurted out the first thing that came to his head. "Hey, buddy. I was out here camping and all my stuff got mauled by some wildcat or something. Do you guys happen to have any extra clothes?" He hope that these people were just gullible, and that the Risman guy didn't have some kind of mutant power of influence.
"A wildcat?!" Scott looked around the clearing, wondering what other kinds of wildlife was out there. "Dude, you're lucky to be alive. Don't worry, you're safe now though, we'll take care of you." Scott put an arm around the young man's shoulder and led him back toward the camp to get him some new clothing- this was the sign he was waiting for, now if he could just figure out what it meant.
"But I uh..." The boy looked back over his shoulder, hoping to see a blue elfish figure standing there. But it looked like a miracle wasn't in the cards. Rounding his shoulders, he let the boy lead him further into the camp.
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