Lost in A Lie

[Jon Talbain]

"It was a new world for me too..." Jon lays his head on her shoulder, sighing. "I haven't got words to..." Jon sniffs the air. His eyes still closed he runs his nose along Asher's shoulder. Something smelled good... there was the flowers, which he liked, but there was something else too...

A moment later Jon has his head right against Asher's neck, smelling her skin where her neck meets her shoulder. She's so soft, like... some soft... thing. He can't really think to clearly right now. In fact... he's beginning to feel a little sleepy, or out-of-it at least.

"Asher," he whispers against her skin, "I recognise China Rain..." he takes another deep breath of her skin, "But what's the other fragrance... it's driving me crazy... I think I remember it but I'm not sure."

[Asher]

Asher closes her eyes and feels a stirring as he talks of her heat. The breath on her skin makes it impossible to breath herself. The brush of lips on her flesh cause her to feel a need and ache where her ailment lies. She lightly nipped his neck a few times affectionately to show she was interested and happy.

She puts a hand to the back of his head and strokes it holding herself closely to him. Oh d'amn did she want him. She fought the beast or as much as she could as she realised how much she wanted him.

"Jon...its the...its what it was before. I tried to mask it from you with the oils to make things easier on you. I am sorry to be driving you crazy...but you are not the only one who is being driven so. I too am feeling the effects of this. Oh Jon...what do you feel? Why are you going crazy? What is it you want?"

All he had to do was tell her. If she initiated anything she would be rough and hurt him. She knew it from Ahriman...true they never had sex but when she played with him that time she drew blood. So even a small act like petting might end up in a bloodletting. She wanted to remain in control...even if he didn't.

But what if he changed during? or even now? She was not ready and might be hurt or killed. She held on to him even so...

[Unit 4]

this new body is the perfect host, she is a powerful machine. it will take some time to fully gain control of her.

UNIT 4 REPORTING TO MINISTRY OF SCIENCE. I HAVE TAKEN OVER THE BODY OF HOPE 98. THE REBELS WILL NOT SUSPECT A THING. I WILL STRIKE WHEN THE TIME IS APPROPRIATE.

i look through her eyes and see for the first time the rebel base, i save the images and send them to the Ministry of Science. for now, i will do some spying.

[Jon Talbain]

"It's you..." says Jon, sounding suprised. "Everytime I smell that I feel like I want something but I'm not such what it is." He straightens, lifting his head so he can look her in the eyes, "What I've been wanting is you? But I don't under... oh... oh!" Jon looks... well, he loos suprised. "I've been... and you've... um... oh man... Asher, this must have been driving you insane."

Jon tries to think of something to say but this isn't something he ever imagained he'd have to use words to describle. Suddenly he realizes that he's growing darker. The sun! It's almost set!

"D'amn it!" Jon looks towards the sun, then back into Asher's eyes, his hands grasping her shoulder tightly. "Asher, for lack of time this might sound a little crude. I want you. I want you so bad it's starting to hurt. But right now we have to get back and you smell so good I... no," he closes his eyes for a moment, shaking his head. When he opens them agains they have turned red, "We have to get back to the Minsitry! That's part of why I've been out of it, the changes are starting!"

He pants for a moment, "I'm sorry. This could be the worst timing in the histroy of the world. But the moon will but up in minutes and I need to be in that dungeon by then. We'll..." even with all that's happening he still blushes at the thoughts that swim in his mind, "We'll finish this later. I know it's a bad choice of words but we have to move."

Jon stands, pulling Asher to her feet as well. "Tommorrow, Asher. We really need to talk about this. But tonight... I don't want to hurt anyone. Let's go!"

[Rodthingy Maestro-Reborn]

"Well, my friend, I cannot tell you much about this meating, however, Im sure you can find a way to get in, if you know what I mean...Have a good day, I have much to do. I am sorry I can not talk to you longer, I have so much to do. If you need me, you know how to get me."

I point to my head, indicating my mental recieving powers.

I shift to the other plain, looking for the soul of Simona, the next person I need to gaather. I find it vvery close by, and go to it. As I shift out of the other plain, I see a very interesting looking soul nerby, but I cannot figure out who it is, but it seems so firmiliar...

"Simona, long time no see. It is nice to see you. So, what are you doing right now. We have a while befor we need to leave, but it wouldnt be a bad Idea to get there early, scope out the area, make sure its not a trap."

[Simona Weil]

I hear the calm voice of Rodthingy in my mind. I smile, his voice, his presence, it always gives me peace.

"That is a good idea Rodthingy. I will leave for Iceland at once."

I walk around the building to Sasha, who is still there waiting.

"Sasha, tell Zinn that I left early for Rekjavik. Rodthingy thought it best to scope it out before the meeting. I will see you soon. Take care now."

I put my hand on his shoulder and kiss him on the cheek. I leave him and head towards the nearest teleportation booth. I arrive in Rekjavik within a matter of seconds. I take a stroll down the long streets of the flat and gray city. I suppose I should find a room, and then Rodthingy.

I get a hotel room, then head to the harbor to take a walk along the ocean. The air is misty and cool. I like this city.

[Roane]

Roane chuckles a bit at the site of the dirt on the plate. At least he didn't put it in his mouth to eat it. She laughed again.

The salad is fine. Just what i needed. Sorry to be laughing at you...i did not expect you to order dirt Grove. But with a name like that perhaps i should have.

I would like to stay a bit longer from the treehouse if its ok. It seems a lot of people from RI know where it is. It may not be the safest place to go right now...for me or them.

Roane then begins to pick at her food.

[Rodthingy Maestro-Reborn]

((Simona, I was standing right next to ya, but what ever, Im easy))

I then Send a message to Bassarov

"Bassarov, it is Rodthingy. The meating is in Iceland, in Rekjavik, a place Violet thought would be netral. The meating is in 2 days, but I think it might be good to scope out the area before the meating, in case of any trouble. Simona is already there, and I am going there right now. I will find you when you arive. Talk to you soon."

I teleport to Iceland, right to Rekjavik. I walk around the streets a while, looking around aimlessly, before I start looking for Simona.

My mind begins to wander to other things. I wonder, who was that life force I saw near Simona? It seemed very firmiliar, like I knew them, but I could not identify the person. Oh, well, I have to find Simona.

I walk through the streets, till I find Simona. I walk up to her, with a warm, greeting smile on my face, mocking how a host of a party would react to see a guest.

"Simona, so nice of you to come. So, how do you like it? I had it redone last month...Tell me the truth, is it to icy, cause that's what Blanche says...But, seriously, I am glad that you came."

I shift to a more serious tone; its nice once in a while to have some fun and joke around. Its a pleasure I rarely experience.

"So, hows it going? Did Sasha decide to read the book?"

[Mary]

Mary Hawkins walks out of an alley in Sarajevo with blood on her hands. Behind her lies the body of a werewolf. She wipes her gloves off on a hankerchief, and puts her gun back in the holster. She walks into a restaurant and orders some tea. Then, she awaits orders from the doctor.

[Asher]

Asher runs with him. She unleashes some of her powers to go a bit faster. She has to get him back safely. they soon come upon the towering black building. Its shadow cast an even deeper darkness than before with the coming night. It almost made her afraid....almost.

She grabs Jon's hand and rushes into the building with him. She hurries to the doorman. And flashes her badge.

"I am Asher...i do not wish to be disturbed tonight in the dungeon with my patients. That is unless you wish to play with me? I am sure i could allow another patient down for tonight..."

She acted her old self but in manner only. The doorman shook his head no then told her all was ready and to proceed.

She went to the dungeon with Jon in her grasp. She took him to the deepest cell they had. One where no one would be around. It was a crude iron cell 10ft by 10 ft. the ceilings were very high and one small window too small for anything close to human to climb out of was at its top. She pushed him to the wal and carefully almost lovingly locked his feet to his chain. She then moved up his body letting her hands trail him and did the same to his wrists.

She slowly lowered his hands to her mouth and kissed his fingers. She then moved to him and kissed him once more on the mouth.

"Forgive me for having to put you in such a place. But i shall be right outside of the bars so you will never loose sitght of me. i hope i can help you Jon."

She moves close to his ear and whispers letting her lips brush his ear.

"I want you too. So i will take good care of you i promise. I want you to know you are safe here."

She moves back and lowers her head.

[Jon Talbain]

Jon remains silent as she chains him up. He hopes this will be enough. He can feel the rage boiling within him, the beast actually feeding off his frustration at having to be locked up! D'amn, it was rising in his mind... as soon as the moon cleared...

"Asher," Jon's voice is a little raspy as he speaks, "Don't get close to me. Whatever happenes, however it looks like I might be alright or whatever pain I'm in, do not open this cage until the sun rises..."

Jon's hands ball into fists, his whole body growing tighter, muscles clenching.

[Asher]

She had locked the gate.

"You won't break free. those chains are reinforced with spells so old not even Kaschei could unbind them."

She sits infront of the cell on her knees her hands encircling the bars and her head resting between them so she could see him.

She knew when he finally changed she would be torn inside. she needed her own beast to come forth for a bit or she might be too passive to react if something happened.

"Jon...my own beast might be out by the time you come back to me. If so please understand it was so i could endure...this. I do not wish to watch but must...i...i have never felt so strongly about anyone in my life. i wanted you to know that."

She looked at him...she would not move her gaze until morning. She promised herself she would watch it all. She pressed a button on her belt and the video camera started.

"Jon Talbains documentary of transformation begins. He is in the first stages of the transformation. And he is..."

Asher stopped because tears came forth. He was in pain she knew it. She also knew that soon a man would come with a freshly killed deer for Jon. it was to try and sate him to see if he might talk after the transformation.

She thought to herself.

~I do believe i am falling for you...a 17 yr old werewolf.~

She smiles and looks at him with compassion. wishing to be at his side even now...even though he might rip her to shreds in moments.

[Jon Talbain]

Jon hangs still for a few mintues, silent. Suddenly he cries out, arching his back, the chains coming up short. His feet against the wall, Jon is hanging off the ground his his body tightens.

Just as suddenly he drops once more, his back hitting the wall. His hands close on his uniform shirt and rip it open, sweat glistening on his body. The moon has risen.

There is a horrible cracking sound and Jon's chest jumps outwards, his ribs breaking away from him stirnum, expanding outwards. He shouts at the pain, his voice growing deeper even as he shouts. Cloth rips as Jon's body swells, his undersized uniform reduced to rags.

His hair turns back, the color spreading up from the roots. More black hair grows on his arms, legs, and chest, spreading quickly across his skin. His face presses outwards, his jaw stretching out as fur covers his face. His hands uncurl from their fists, claws ripping from the skin of his fingers and his toes.

And still his form swells, the mystic chains holding him tight, expanding instead of breaking. Jon grows larger, impossiblyl large. Crouched as he is, balled up, he's nearly six feet tall.

With another cracking sound a tail stretches out his flesh. The changes take minutes, but by the end, there is nothing left of Jon in this thing, chained to the wall.

Slowly, the beast raises it's head, red eyes looking around. It reachs it's arm towards the bars, and is brought up short by the chain. A low growl of annoyance echos in it's throat and it jerks the chain. When it does give the wolf growls louder, pulling harder. The chains rattle but do not break.

With a howl that echos through the hallways the werewolves stands, towering nearly twelve feet talk, thick, glossy black fur shinning in the light of the dungeon. Barking and howling it rips at the chains, smashes against the wall, strains to reach the barred door.

[Simona Weil]

"Oh...um...I am certain he will enjoy it." I would rahter not rake up the religious differences I have with Sasha or for that matter the rest of the anarchists. It is always a little frustrating since most do not believe in god, or at least acknowledge god.

I decide to change the topic.
"The city sure is nice, this is my first time to Iceland. It seems like a nice peaceful little country....I suppose since it is so remote, Red Infinity's presense is not flet as keenly. Do you have time for a city tour or perhaps a museum?"

[Hope98]

I still feel a little odd at the rebel base. But I think I know why now. I remember ,my failures. I failed to prevent Genovia from killing all of those people. I failed. Maybe it was a bad idea to return. I let everyone down.

I go to my former room at the rebel base. I decorated it pink with roses. Not because I am girly and like pink. Oh no, for just as red is the color of communism, pink is the color of socialism. It is a color of political significance. So that is why I like pink.

I lay on my bed and drink on diet coke, which was always a challenge, since it would go up my nose when I would lay on my back. I have gotten better at drinking in bed since then.