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Angel In The Attic	By : fusedtwilight Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 5328 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Angel in the Attic
Chapter 23

Fusedtwilight: Thanks to Lisa my beta and thanks to the reviewers. Guess what? No Michael in this chapter. This is all about the Champions. We learn more about Franziska's past and a few of them find love.

While Michael was training with Adonai the X-Men too were busy preparing for the battle with Bastion as well.
They knew a fight with Bastion was sure to be both intense and require everyone to be in their best form.
So all the teams had been training rigorously in the Danger Room. The X-Men used as many new and old training sequences to try and help prepare their young charges.
It was after a particular tough sessionthat many of the young X-Men were in the locker rooms changing. All of them feeling sore and tired.
Victor stood next to Rickard's stall as they showered. He was tempted to try and sneak a peek over his shower cubical but decided not to be rude (or risk being caught), so instead he decided to start a friendly conversation with him.
"So Rickard, are you doing anything tonight?" he asked.
"No, why?" Rickard asked.
"Well some of us were planning on going out tonight to blow off some steam. I was wondering if you would like to join us."
Rickard thought for a moment. "Sure, sounds like fun."
Victor smiled. "Cool. We're meeting at the cafe at eight."
"Alright, I will see you there," Rickard said.
Victor did not mention the only one going was him. He wanted the chance to spend some time alone with Rickard all by himself so he told a little white lie. It wasn't like he could just flat out ask him if he wanted to go out.
Wayne and Devin had already showered and were getting changed. "So want to break out tonight and get into some trouble?" Wayne asked.
"Hell yeah. Hey Jake want to cause some mayhem?" Devin asked.
"Sorry guys, I'm going hunting tonight," Jake said.
"Dude, really?" Wayne asked.
"I need to blow some steam, everyone has been on edge lately and I need to let my inner animal out," Jake said.
"By eating Bambi?" Wayne asked.
"And Thumper," Jake said with a smile.
In the women's locker room Franziska and Angie were making plans for going out as well.
"You have no idea how happy I am to have another girl on the team. Don't get me wrong, I miss Michael and all but being the only girl on a team can suck," Angie was saying.
"Try being telepathic. It would be nice to not have to hear them when they are looking at my breasts," Franziska complained.
"We should go do something tonight, just the two of us. No boys," Angie said.
"That would be nice," Franziska agreed.
They were not the only ones. Lots of students were making plans to do something that night; some planned on going out, some planned to stay and watch a few movies or play some games.
Everyone needed to blow off some steam. Some would do it with a nice quit evening with friends, others by spreading some mischief, others by spending the night by themselves and enjoying some solitude and others who were hoping for a little romance.

Wayne and Devin
A woman ran down a dark alley.
A group of men of ill-intent chased after were several of them and she dared not stop. She had been on her way to her car when they came out and surrounded her.
She knew in an instant she was in trouble. Before any of them could say anything she ran through the gap in the circle as fast as she could.
She could hear them gaining on her. She was going to call for help when she felt someone tackle her.
"Got the bitch!" her assailant yelled.
They all began to jeer and chuckle like a pack of hyenas. Fear gripped her, she had taken lessons in self-defense but there was no way she could take on all of these guys.
She could hear them all talking, laughing about the things they were going to do to her. But then the man on top of her was gone, there had been a strange noise and a gust of wind.
"The fuck was that?" one of her assailants asked.
Just then a guy landed having flown from the sky, a pair of great big bat wings on his back.
"Stop right there!" he shouted.
"Who the hell are you?"
"I am the terror that flaps in the night!"
He spread his wings and the woman was reminded of the Creeper from the movie "Jeepers Creepers". Admittedly, the young man was a lot better looking and so far wasn't trying to eat her, but still those wings were creepy.
Just then a young boy appeared next to the bat kid.
"Dude, that is such a rip-off from Dark Wing Duck."
"What, no it isn't," the kid with the wings said.
"Yes it is, I used to watch the show when I was a kid."
"Shut up Devin," the bat boy muttered.
"Enough of this shit, fuck them up!" one of the assailants yelled.
They all charged at the pair. One of the punks brought his fist back to punch the kid with the wings. He moved out of the way, opening his mouth to clamp it down on the guys arm. His attacker yelled in pain. The others stopped and stared with looks of disgust.
The boy with the wings opened his mouth and the guy pulled his arm back. Two neat little holes were on his forearm along with teeth marks from the bite.
"He fucking bit me!"
"He fucking bit him!"
"Dude you fucking bit him! Sweet! Nice one, Wayne!" Devin cheered.
Wayne smiled showing off a pair of bloodied fang-like teeth. But then he made a face as if he tasted something sour.
"Type A- with a sourness that only drug abuse can bring. Blech."
"You're not going to be sucking my blood next, will you?" Devin asked looking a little worried.
"I only drink animal blood, remember?" Wayne reminded him.
Devin grinned. "So does that mean you sparkle in the sunlight?"
Wayne raised his hand showing off a nasty set of long nails. "I will cut you!"
"Kill them!" the one who was bit yelled.
They all charged at the duo. Devin disappeared in a blur punching and kicking more than half of them and then vanished before they could retaliate.
Wayne took on the rest; he used his smaller size to his advantage so he could easily dodge them and then use his claws to cut at their ankles and shins. He even used his wings to fight. When one of his opponents would become unbalanced his wing would extend and wrap around him, the membrane of his wing was like rubber and could not be ripped no matter how much the attackers tried to get free.
Wayne would use his wings to throw the men against the walls and knock them out.
Within moments these two young men had defeated several older men.
"Yeah, suck it!" Devin shouted, pumping his fist.
"Mess with Kid Devil and you will be burned," Wayne warned them.
They clapped hands and pounded fists. When they turned to the woman she shrunk away in fear.
"You okay, miss?" Wayne asked.
"What are you?" she asked.
"It's okay, we're the good guys," Devin said.
"But you are so fast, and he has wings!"
"Well yeah, we are mutants," Wayne explained.
"Mutants!" the woman yelled.
She got up and ran away from them as fast as she could.
"You're welcome!" Devin yelled at her.
"Well, that didn't go the way I thought it would. I figured there would be more gratitude and whatnot," Wayne said.
"I know. This is the eighth time we saved someone and they all treat us like we're the monsters," Devin said.
"Well, since being a hero is no fun, want to do something bad?"
"Sure. How about we go into a church and make them think you're the Devil?"
Wayne's face lit up.
"Hell yeah!"
They clapped their hands together and went to find the nearest church.
"Can you imagine how pissed Michael would be if he knew what we were doing?" Devin asked.
"Pissed enough he would snap like he did with Quire and Boris?" Wayne asked.
"...This will be our little secret, okay?"

Franziska and Angie
The two of them sat at one of the local cafes.
It was Franziska's first time there and after they got their drinks they sat down at one of the tables.
"Thanks for agreeing to come out with me Franziska. I am glad we can take this time to just talk without the guys hovering around."
"So am I. As I said, I like them, but they can be a bit much sometimes," she said.
"I know. Like Devin, did I tell you he walked into the girl's locker room and said he was lost?" Angie asked.
"And Wayne, he is always so nosy. Always listening in on people's conversations, it is so rude," Franziska said rolling her eyes.
"Enough about them, how are you?" Angie asked.
"I am fine. I really like it at Xavier's. I admit I was a bit nervous when I first came here," Franziska said.
"Everyone is, I remember when I first came to the school, I was so nervous. I didn't know any mutants and now I was surrounded by them. Has everyone been treating you good?"
"Yes. I admit there are some people who get on my nerves but you get that everywhere."
Angie took a sip of her drink.
"So what was it like for you when your mutation manifested? Mine was a bit dull. My parents immediately sent me here. I still talk to them, they didn't freak out too bad when they found out I was a mutant."
Angie's words were well thought out. It did not betray the nervousness she felt. Since Franziska had arrived at the school she had been polite, kind, and quiet and mysterious also; she never spoke of her life before Berlin. She never spoke of her family or what her life was like growing up.
Some had respected her privacy, knowing from experience that some things are best left unasked. Others had ignored the laws of privacy and hit her with a barrage of questions.
But no matter how much she would have loved to toss them out of a window with her telekinesis, Franziska never lost her cool. She simply politely informed them she did not wish to answer their questions.
Then if they continued to annoy her she would use her telepathy to make them leave her alone. Once she trapped them in an illusion they were eight-year-old girls with a love for "My Little Pony". They took the hint and left her alone.
Angie didn't want to be rude or find out what kind of illusion Franziska had for women who annoyed her.
Franziska knew full well Angie was trying to be both polite and discreet. She wasn't reading her mind but Angie was one of those people who had loud thoughts. A telepath could know all too well how some people's thoughts were harder to ignore because they had such open minds, their thoughts practically poured out.
Other people had minds that were quieter. Either because they were so simple, thinking wasn't their strong suit, or they had an amazing degree of control of their thoughts and feelings.
Franziska knew Angie meant well and appreciated her for not trying too hard to learn more about her. She knew Angie was well-known for being blunt and straight to the point, which at times bordered on being rude or made for an awkward situation.
"I...when I was human I had a very privileged life. My parents were both from noble bloodlines and their marriage was arranged. Four years ago my mother got sick and died. My father always doted on me, and after she died he became very protective of me. I hated it, I hated how I was never allowed to be alone, never allowed to even walk down the stairs without someone there to hold my hand."
"Sheesh, talk about crazy overprotective. I thought my dad was bad but yours is crazy." Angie clamped her mouth shut and took a deep breath of air. "Oh God, I am so sorry. That was inappropriate."
"No, you are right...he was crazy. After she died my father took to drinking heavily. It made being around him very difficult. When my power manifested...my father changed for the worse, he-" she broke off as a sob escaped her lips. A single tear fell down her face. The memories of those days still haunted her after all this time.
"He-"
Angie put her hand on hers gently. "It's okay, Franziska. You don't have to continue."
"I am sorry, it is just so hard. I should be able to talk about it after all this time," Franziska said.
"If there is one thing I have learned since I came to Xavier's is that we all share the pain that comes with being a mutant. But some of us have pain that is greater than the others. Some of us can share our hurt but there is some pain that can only be shared when we are ready to share it. Just remember you don't have to burden yourself with it, Franziska. We're here for you, all of us, me, the guys, everyone. So when you're ready, you can finish your story. I will be here."
Franziska smiled and wiped her face.
"Thank you, Angie. But I think I am ready to finally speak of what happened. I...I have held it in for so long. It is time I spoke to someone about it. As I said my father took to drinking after mother died. He became obsessed with keeping me safe. But when my powers emerged...he became angry with me. His drinking only intensified that anger. He began to become spiteful with his words; he blamed me for mother's death. He kept me locked in my room so no one would see me. I truly became a prisoner in my own home.
"My father didn't know I also had the ability to hear thoughts and move things with my mind. I could hear the thoughts in his mind. I soon came to despise him as much as he did me. On the night of the firsr anniversary of my mother's death,my father got horribly drunk. He came into my room as I slept and he attacked me. I remember waking up to a sudden pain in my back, I remember him incoherently screaming at me. Blaming me for mother's death and his drinking. He had a hold of both my wings and was trying to rip them off my back. He said he was going to make me normal.
"I had been secretly practicing using my powers; I was using my telekinesis to lift books and small furniture. I used my telepathy to listen in on the servants' thoughts. But I never tried to use my power offensively. Why would I? I had no reason to. But as I listened to my father's thoughts as he tried to rip my wings off, a horrible feeling of hate washed over me, so intense it almost eclipsed the pain I felt. I lashed out with both my powers. I attacked both his mind and body. He hit the wall so hard I thought I knocked him out. But his eyes were still open but they were vacant. I feared I had killed him but he was still breathing and he was drooling like a baby."
"Oh my God, Franziska I am so sorry," Angie said. "What happened then?"
"I ran. I didn't know what else to do. I packed some clothes and I left my home. I eventually made my way to Berlin. Father Maxwell took me in and with his help I found a place where not only could I learn to use my powers, but help people as well."
"So is that why you use your telekinesis to fly? Because of what your father did to you?" Angie asked.
"Yes. After his attack I was never able to use them in the same way as before," she said sadly.
"Maybe Doctor McCoy can help."
"I have already been to him. He said there was nerve damage."
"Maybe Josh can heal it? I mean, he helped grow David's heart back, he can heal anything, right?"
"But I don't want it to be healed," Franziska whispered.
"But why?" Angie asked. "You could actually be able to fly instead of using your telekinesis."
"Because it is my penance."
"Your what?"
"My punishment. After I moved into the Church I read in the papers that my father was in a coma. The doctors say he is brain dead, that he will never wake up." Her voice broke and she put her hand to her mouth. "I also read my older brother took control after my father went into his coma. I hope he takes good care of him."
"But he hurt you, he kept you imprisoned," Angie said.
"But he didn't used to. He used to love me and care for me and I just hate myself for what I did," Franziska sobbed.
"But it was in self-defense."
"I know, but I still love him; he is my father and I pray every day that he will wake up."
Franziska was full-on crying now. She had held onto the pain and sorrow of her family tragedy for so long that finally talking about it was causing all those long buried emotions to come to the surface.
"I just wish none of it happened. I wish my mother didn't die, I wish my father didn't become an angry drunk. I miss them both so much."
Angie stood up and walked over to Franziska and gave her a big hug.
"Hey, it's okay. Don't think like that. You were a victim, Franziska. Your father let his rage and grief take control of his life and spill into yours. Pain or no pain, he had no right to do what he did."
"I know but, I wish I could have my family back," Franziska whimpered.
"Sweetie, you have a family. Me, those stupid boys, and everyone else and the school. The X-Men are a family. And we will always look after you," Angie said.
Franziska wiped away her tears. "Thank you, Angie. I was afraid you would think me some sort of monster."
"I have seen plenty of monsters since I joined the X-Men. Trust me, you are not one of them."

Rickard and Victor
A few blocks away Victor was nervously waiting for Rickard to arrive.
He just got a text from him telling him he was on his way.
Victor wore an image inducer to hide his reptilian form from the other patrons. He had to be careful though, if someone bumped into his right arm they would know something was wrong.
The image inducer made him look human, but underneath the altered light particles, he still had green scaly skin and a monstrously large right hand.
He spotted Rickard walking into the room looking as amazing as ever. He kept his hair tied in a ponytail which Victor thought a shame seeing how he thought Rickard looked better with his hair loose.
God knows Victor had imagined many times running his fingers through his hair.
The only thing he loved more than his hair was his mesmerizing turquoise colored eyes. They were so warm and full of life. But they were just windows to his soul, which was even more vibrant and colorful.
Rickard walked over to Victor looking like a male model. Victor noticed he was getting a lot of looks from both the men and the women.
Victor stood up. "Hey, Rickard."
"Hey. Where is everyone?" Rickard asked.
Victor just smiled. "They bailed. Can you believe it?"
"Please believe me! Please believe me! Please believe me!" Victor thought to himself.
"Huh, that sucks. Looks like it is just you and me," Rickard said sitting down.
"Yes! Thank you lord!"
Victor sat down as well, happy this was actually happening. "I just dropped Angie and Franziska off a few blocks from here. I invited them to come with me but they said they wanted some girl time," Rickard said.
"Oh, that's cool. I am sure Angie is glad to have a girl to talk to."
Victor was actually happy the girls were not here. He liked Franziska and Angie, even if she could be a bit blunt. But he wanted to spend time with Rickard without anyone else being there.
They ordered some drinks and passed the time making some conversation.
"So, how is the arm doing?" Rickard asked.
"Still good. Hank has my old one in a jar of formaldehyde. It's cool and freaky at the same time," Victor said.
"It never ceases to amaze mehow the x-gene can be so diverse. Some get psychic abilities, some get elemental powers, some get animal transformations. Then there are the secondary mutations. I mean, I understand your basic abilities getting stronger. But what about the ones who develop a whole new ability?"
"Like Emma?"
"Exactly. How do you go from telepathy then to an organic diamond form?" Rickard asked.
"Well, when you are as beautiful and cold as a diamond it is bound to reflect in some way, right?"
They both chuckled. Emma was one of the most beautiful women at the school. She was known for wearing clothes that were always white but had a very sexual style to them. She was educated and powerful, being one of the most influential and talented telepaths to live. She was also known for her cold and calculating nature that in recent years had slightly waned to allow her to join forces with the X-Men when once she was their enemy.
"If you could have a secondary mutation what would it be?" Victor asked him.
"I manipulate sound waves, I don't need a secondary mutation," Rickard said.
"Oh, come on. There has to be something you would like to have."
"Okay...I would like to be a healer. With all the life and death situations we are involved in it is a shame we only have three mutants who can heal someone," Rickard said.
"Tell me about it."
"What about you?"
Victor was silent for a moment.
"Shape-shifting. It would be nice to not have to use an image inducer to go out in public."
"You shouldn't have to hide at all," Rickard said.
"I know. I didn't have to in my hometown."
"You are from Illinois, right?"
"Yeah, Fairbury. I had it easy there. People were so accepting. Our community was very close-knit and accepted me for being gay and a mutant. But anti-mutant hysteria started to spread and my parents sent me to Xavier's before I would have to face it."
"You are lucky to have such accepting and loving parents," Rickard said.
"I know."
Victor noticed a very well-hidden look of sorrow in Rickard's eyes. Victor knew about his history. How his parents disowned him after his car accident that killed his sister and boyfriend.
His eyes traveled to his right hand. He knew hidden underneath the watch was the scar from his suicide attempt. Rickard always wore something on his right hand to cover his wrist, a watch or a glove of some kind.
Unlike Victor who had an easy time growing up as a mutant and a gay one at that, Rickard had to go through much adversity and pain, having almost died in the process.
But before he threw it all away, the X-Men helped him get back on his feet and he managed to rise to the occasion and rebuild his life and start over.
It was one of the many things Victor admired about him.
They continued to talk for a little while about this and that. Victor asked him what Sweden was like and he listened as Rickard described how beautiful the mountains could be. Rickard also taught him a few words and phrases in Swedish. Just some simple ones like hello, goodbye, and of course a few curse words.
"So is there anyone special in your life right now?" Rickard asked him.
Victor got a little tense but didn't show it. "No."
What Victor didn't know was that Rickard was kind of happy to hear that. He knew he shouldn't feel that way; Victor had every right to have a boyfriend. But he couldn't stop this sense of happiness to know he was single.
This was ridiculous, of course. Lots of people told him he should go out with Victor, but that was absurd. Victor and he were just very good friends. Victor was very grounded and down to earth and he was very caring and trustworthy.
And yes, despite his reptilian appearance, Rickard did think he was a bit cute. Okay more than cute, he had a wonderful smile. Most people would be too distracted by his reptilian appearance to appreciate the true beauty Victor had.
"But...there is this one guy."
"Oh?"
"But he doesn't know I like him. And I am afraid to say anything because he is a bit older than me."
"Nothing to be ashamed of, lots of people crush on older guys," Rickard said.
"Well, he is twenty-two, so it's not like he is a lot older."
"But you are afraid he might not see it that way?"
"Yeah."
"Is he a good guy?"
"Very."
"Well then, I think you should tell him the truth. Nowadays you shouldn't wait to tell someone how you feel, especially in our line of work."
He would be lying to say a part of him was a little disappointed Victor liked someone. But as long as Victor could be happy then Rickard would not hinder him in any way.
Victor took a deep breath preparing himself for what was about to come next.
"Rickard...I have a confession."
"Hm?"
"I lied. No one was coming tonight; I made the whole thing up."
Rickard looked at him in surprise. "Why?" he asked.
"So we could talk alone...Rickard...you're the guy I like," Victor said, looking him dead in the eye.
Rickard felt a wave of shock wash over him. "Me?"
"Yes. You," Victor said shyly.
"But...we're just friends."
"I know but...I want us to be more than that Rickard."
"Victor, I don't think-"
Victor put his left hand on top of his. "You said it yourself, Rickard. In our line of work you shouldn't wait to tell someone how you feel. I never really got that until the Juggernaut snapped off my arm."
Rickard flinched at the memory.
"I have admired you for so long. But I was always afraid to tell you how I felt. I thought I was just going through some small crush. But I am tired of feeling this way. Bastion could attack us at any time now, before we even attack him. Everyone knows it will be one hell of a battle. I just can't stand the thought of us not at least trying to see where this can go."
"Victor...you know I am a student teacher. There are rules."
"I know. I won't beg you or pressure you into this. But I really do think we can make this work, Rickard."
Rickard was silent for a moment. The idea of being in a relationship terrified him. He had not had a boyfriend since the accident. His stomach clenched painfully at the thought.
But he had been so lonely for so long. Lots of people had made it clear they wanted to go out with him. But the pain of his loss kept him from ever committing to a relationship.
But unlike the others, he had not felt such a powerful connection to someone.
How much longer could he go on living like this?
Rickard smiled at him.
"Then let's give it a shot."

Jacob's P.O.V.
Jacob ran through the woods, his belly filled with the deer he recently ate.
He has been running through the woods for hours now. He was many miles from the institute.
Xavier owned a lot of land which was used for hikes and camping. Jacob had passed the boundary line a while ago, having left his clothes in a bag hidden in a tree.
He might just sleep out in the woods tonight. Things were so tense at the school right now, he could smell the tension in the air and it made his other self irritable.
He needed a break from civilization, he needed to embrace the other and give in to his primal needs.
That was what was taught in therianthropy class. It was for mutants like Jacob who had an animal-related mutation and had strong instincts.
It was taught by Rahne. She helped teach how to control the students' animal selves, to keep them from controlling the students.
They were taught to never cage their beast. It was a part of them, a representation of their primal desires, their most basic and animalistic of needs.
If they tried to repress it, if they never let it out and run wild, then it would build and build until the beastsnapped and went out of control.
He jumped from tree to tree, the sinews of his legs as strong as metal pistons, propelling him from branch to branch, his reaction time so enhanced that he scarcely landed on the tree limb before he jumped to the next.
It was dark out, but the moon shined brightly casting a faint luminescence. Not that he needed it, he could see in the dark perfectly fine.
He decided to get something to drink, he could smell moisture and heard the sound of water. He followed it and found a running stream.
He dipped his head down and drank from it. He happened to see my reflection. Even after all this time he still always felt a small surge of shock hit him when he saw his transformed state.
He was eight-feet-tall with snow-white skin, and matching fur. Tufts of fur grew on his forearms, forelegs, chest, and waist, which conveniently kept his junk from being seen. His hair became a great white mane and a tail grew from his back side.
His nails and teeth were longer and his eyes were yellow. He was almost a perfect duplicate of the true Wendigo that haunted the northern lands.
He caught a familiar scent. He followed it to a nearby tree. The stench of days-old urine lingered, a warning to the local fauna that they were in the territory of a mighty and dangerous beast.
Nicholas, also known as Wolfcub. Jacob knew his scent anywhere.
When his power manifested he looked like a typical wolf-man with pointy ears, and a fur covered body. But over time his mutation got stronger and now he had a more lupine form. His limbs were longer, his hands more claw like and his face more wolf like.
Hank believed it a result of secondary mutation; it was a once rare but now growing phenomena affecting the mutant community. Hank thought it was because the growing mutant population was sending some signal to nature which caused their powers to grow stronger to adapt to living in a hostile environment.
Jacob didn't get that worked exactly, but biology wasn't his forte.
He walked over to the tree. He grinned and aimed his manhood at the base of the trunk.
"Sorry, Nick."
He let loose a stream of piss, coating the base of the tree in the pungent fluid.
Nick and Jacob were good friends, but they liked to screw with one another. The next time Nick came this way he would smell that Jacob marked his territory, then he would repay in kind.
Their instincts would demand they fight to defend their territory and they would have a friendly wrestle in the woods. Jake would win of course. His Wendigo form was simply stronger and faster and more durable then Nick's lupine form.
But that is not to say the little shit wasn't helpless. He could be very sneaky and clever in a fight.
Nick was like Jake's little brother. Jake enjoyed teaching him how to hunt and trail. How to set traps and learn what was good to eat and what was poison.
Jake told him the stories of his tribe that he was taught growing up. They spent many nights wondering the woods, sometimes bringing a few others with them to hunt.
Nick looked up to him as a big brother. He didn't have any family; after his parents died he became a target for anti-mutant assassins, but was saved by Gambit and Chamber and then enrolled here.
He had a lot of difficulty adjusting to his nature. But Jacob took him under his wing (or in this case paw), and helped him. Rahne encouraged their friendship. Said it helped him learn control and helped teach Jake responsibility.
Not that Jake wasn't a stranger to responsibility, after his deadbeat dad left, he became the man of the house, having to take care of his mom and little sister.
After all this bullshit with the Sentinals was over he planned on taking Nick to Canada to visit Jacob's family. Jake had told them all about him and they can't wait to meet him.
After he finished with the tree he went back to the stream and washed his hands. He may be an animal now but that doesn't mean he lost all sense of hygiene.
He was about to go and run again when he heard the sound of a scream in the air, followed by the roar of a cougar.
Acting on instinct he began to run to the sound of the scream. He soon caught the scent of a woman and the scent of the beast. The trees flew by me in a blur as he ran.
The closer he got the better he could hear the sounds of a frantic beating heart and heavy breathing and the snarls and growls of a murderous beast.
In his Wendigo form his sight was enhanced so he saw what was happening even when he was miles away. There was a woman with blonde hair and hazel eyes. She held a long tree branch in her left hand, shaking it at the cougar that stalked her. In her right she held a hunting knife.
Even from this far away he knew the cougar was sick. Foam formed around its mouth and he could smell the disease in its scent.
Rabies.
Jacob had to wonder what she was doing out here all by herself. She was far away from civilization. He didn't smell anyone else nearby.
The cougar made a motion to jump at her, but Jake struck before it could. With a single jump he flew through the air, a giant white blur. He must have been more than thirty yards away but in his monster form it was more than easy for him to jump that far.
He easily caught the cat before it could pounce on the girl. It clawed at him; its nails slashed and struck but they did not cut him. He gripped its neck and easily snapped it, ending its life.
He tossed its carcass to the side and turned to face the girl. She stared at him in horror. A cougar was one thing, but Jacob was another. Her whole body was trembling. He had to give her credit; she was still holding her knife and branch.
"Oh my God," she whispered.
"It's okay, I won't hurt you," he said to her. His voice was much deeper and gruff in this form.
"Holy shit!" she yelled, shocked he could speak.
"Are you injured?" he asked her.
"I...I...no," she said, still holding onto her weapons.
"I mean you no harm. I heard you scream and came to help. What are you doing out here all by yourself?" he asked.
"College project. Studying local plants and fauna. I have been camping out the last couple of days," she said.
"Not very wise to camp with just a knife," he said.
"I packed a rifle, a taser, and some mace but I left it at my camp," she said shakily. She looked him up and down, her eyes roamed over his body in curiosity.
"What are you?" she asked.
"My name is Jacob."
"Jacob? But that is a human name," she said.
"What makes you think I am not human?" he asked with a grin.
"Wait...you're a mutant."
"Yes. This is my other form."
"What are you doing out here?" she asked.
"Letting my animal loose. Getting in touch with nature. Saving helpless women from rabid animals."
She flushed with indignation. "I am not helpless!"
"Oh yes, I can see. That is a very deadly looking knife, I could tell that cougar was most afraid."
"Listen, you giant bear-ape thing! I do not appreciate your sarcastic attitude. Yes, I made a mistake in forgetting my mace or my rifle. But I have done this on my own plenty of times before, so can it!"
He smiled finding her temper amusing.
"Well, forgive me. Allow me to escort you to your camp. Just in case you happen upon another wild animal."
"Fine whatever!"
She turned and began to walk away. He followed her. She put her knife away but kept the tree branch. She didn't have a flashlight so she stumbled quite a bit.
He sighed and reached down and picked her up and she let loose a loud, piercing shriek
"What in the hell are you doing?" she ranted.
"I can see perfectly in the dark. I can follow your scent all the way back to your camp," he said.
"Oh...okay."
Jacob ran the rest of the way there. She hid her face in his chest and he grinned. Her camp wasn't too far away. He set her down and gathered some wood for her to start a fire. She had a tent and a yellow jeep was parked to the side. He could see several bags inside it.
"Well, I can see you have everything under control," he said.
He turned and went to walk away. But suddenly her hand was on his wrist. "Jacob, wait!"
He turned to look at her.
"I know this might sound odd but...can I study you for a while?"
She blushed at the surprised look on his face.
"I am a zoologist. I find you to be fascinating. I was wondering if I could get some hair samples. Take some notes?"
"Sure," he said.
She ran to her Jeep and grabbed a bag and pulled out a kit. She opened it up and grabbed some vials and a pair of tweezers and took some hair samples. She got a ruler and took measurements of his nails and teeth. She shined a light in his eyes to see how they would react and asked him questions about his physical abilities.
As she went to work he found himself admiring her looks. She wore a pair of tight fitting jeans, a red button shirt and brown hiking boots. He smiled as her hands traveled over the tufts of fur over his wrists, ankles and chest, commenting on how soft his fur was.
Her hands felt his bare skin, she commented on how tough it felt compared to normal skin.
He admired the curve of her neck which was slender, and her scent which was like vanilla and lavender with a small hint of soap.
She opened her book and began to write again in it. She was backing up when her foot got caught on a rock and she stumbled. His tail shot out and wrapped around her waist, the tip resting gently on her left breast.
"Easy now, woman," he said.
"Thanks," she mumbled. "You know you're kind of beautiful, right?"
"You're easy on the eyes yourself," he said.
His tail tightened a little and the tip gently caressed her breast. But she didn't seem to notice.
"No. I mean it's just...God, I am sorry. I mean that as a specimen you are very beautiful. Like a tiger or bear or-"
"A cougar?" he asked.
She gave him a dry look. "Sure. Ever since I was a little girl I have always loved animals; my dad worked at a zoo. I loved being able to meet them with my dad there to teach me about them. I loved watching discovery channel programs about animals in the wild. I am a nature nerd."
"Aren't all zoologists?" he asked.
"Yeah, I guess," she said.
He let her go and she watched with fascination as his tail uncoiled from her body and moved through the air.
"Want to see something really amazing?" he asked.
"What? Can you fly too?"
"Do you see wings?"
"Do you have poison?"
He laughed at the eagerness in her voice. She really was a nature nerd.
"Just watch."
He turned back into his human form. In a matter of seconds he shrunk down to his normal six feet. His skin returned to its tanned color, the tufts of hair receded into his body. The hair on his head turned black and his eyes returned to their normal color. His tail was absorbed into his body.
"Oh...my," she said.
Her eyes traveled up and down his body. Her mouth fell open in shock.
He walked over to her and placed the palm of his hand on her face. "I never caught your name."
"Pamela," she said. Her pulse picked up and her scent changed to a spicy flavor.
"Well Pamela, I think you are very beautiful also. Tell you what, how about I give you some more samples?"
He leaned down and kissed her on the lips. His tongue gently pushed past her lips and invaded her mouth. She did not resist him, her hand instead found its way to the back of his head and gently ran her fingers through his hair.
When he pulled back her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing hard.
"Wow, that was some sample," she said.
She let out a little squeak of surprise as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the tent.
"Wait until you try the main course," he said.
"But...I don't have protection!" she exclaimed.
"It's okay, you're not fertile. I would smell it."
"Really? That's amazing! I wonder if it's your mutation's way of helping find a mate. Can you sense if a woman is barren or not? Can you sense if she has disease? Oh, do you go through heat?"
"Pamela."
"Yes."
He gave her a quick peck on the lips.
"Less talk, more studying," he said.
He stepped into the tent and laid her on her sleeping bag. He zipped the tent shut behind them and began to help her take her clothes off.
"I just have one last question."
He sighed. "What?"
"Can we do it in your animal form?"
He gave her an incredulous look. "You want to have sex with me in my eight-foot monster form?"
"Well, it doesn't count as bestiality since you are a mutant...and I do think you are super hot in your beast form."
He thought for a few seconds. "We'll see."
By the time he was done with her Pamela was in no mood to try anything freaky. It was in the early hours of the morning when he awoke, the scent of their lovemaking still filled the tent.
She was fast asleep, still worn out from their activities. He got out of the tent, careful to not wake her.
He had plenty of experience sneaking out the morning after a romantic rendezvous, so she never awoke.
He went through her bags and after finding a pen and paper wrote down his cell phone number and placed it on the window of her Jeep.
He urinated around a few trees to keep any predators away from her camp, just to be safe.
He then shifted into his Wendigo form and took off for the school, not wanting to be late.
There are many ways to let your animal out and tap into your primal instincts. Jake just happened to use the one way everyone enjoys.

Later that day the Champions all met up at lunch.
Devin and Wayne got in trouble when it was learned they scared a practicing choir into thinking a demon was flying around a church and as punishment had to help clean the black bird for a month.
Franziska and Angie squealed in delight as Rickard told them he and Victor were going out now. They were already planning their first official date as a couple and everyone could tell Rickard was really happy.
And when asked why he had shown up so late for class and what happened to him last night, Jacob just smiled and said he did some intense study on nature.
Though he did grin when he received a text from a girl asking him for another study night.

Fusedtwilight: Next chapter the final battle with Bastion begins and Michael's training take a spiritual turn when he meets the source of his power.
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