3: Prepared for Anything

Glossary: Futuo = fuck

Kenzie swiveled around to see the now dead and in pieces, wolf. She turned, looking in the direction the purple light had come from. She grabbed the flashlight Colby had, shining it over the ledges. Upon her inspection she thought she saw something shimmering. Going back, she found nothing, but Kenzie knew something was there. She stared unblinking for a moment at the spot.

"What was that?" Colby's question drew his sister's attention.

"I don't know, and we shouldn't stick around to find out," Kenzie told him.

"Finish reloading your weapons and let's move on," Daniel stated.

Kenzie rolled her eyes. That was not what she had in mind. She was thinking more along the lines of getting the hell out of there. She agreed with Colby. They should just blow the damn place up regardless of what could have been housed there. In Kenzie's mind, there was a new player in this game. A player, she decided, was something rather than someone. Someone would n0t still be lurking in the dark. They would have shown themselves. Even though it had killed the creature, Kenzie did not consider it a friend. Sometimes the enemy of your enemy was your enemy as well, and Kenzie preferred not to play ring-o-round the death bush with it.

"Earth to Kenzie."

Her brother's words snapped her out of her unpleasant reverie. Kenzie turned and looked at him. "Yeah?"

"Let's go. Time to move."

Kenzie slid her cleaned machete back in the sheath before securing her weaponry belt around her waist. She allowed her m16 assault rifle to hang from her shoulder. She double checked her belt. Making sure it was tight enough to stay in place, yet loose enough to allow her the ability to run. Something she'd found herself doing quite often down here.

Bringing up the rear Kenzie kept her eyes open. She was even more cautious and vigilant. She had two enemies to watch out for now. The problem with the second? She didn't have a clue what it looked like, and that was unsettling. Kenzie did not like being unnerved. She did know, however, that the first thing she came upon that did not look like her, she'd grace it with the gift of two bullets between the eyes.

"Do you smell that?" her grandfather asked as they entered a small pentagonal shaped room.

Kenzie cocked her head to the side, staring at the old man's back. How could she not smell it? A combination of months of unwashed asses and steaming dog shit. Definitely not a fragrance to appreciate and take deep breaths of as her grandfather seemed to be doing.

"It smells like sulfur," Kenzie voiced instead of her original thought.

"That's putting it nicely." Colby spoke. "It smells like decrepit, decomposed ass."

Kenzie stifled a laugh as her grandfather threw Colby a look. Any other time she would have scolded him for his language, but considering she'd been thinking the same thing, and he was almost eighteen, she let it go. She could not tell him what to do forever. Well, that was a lie. She could.

"We must be getting closer. She's exerting a powerful scent."

"That or we're about to walk into a pack of those things," Kenzie replied while pulling a bandana over her nose.

"Just keep your eyes open Mackenzie," Daniel retorted.

She watched as Daniel walked over to one of the walls, studying the markings there. Turning her attention to her brother, Kenzie noticed his hand was shaking. It was times like this she wished her grandfather were a normal, dull person. Times like these she wished she knew why all these things we're invading the planet. She knew that werewolves and the like inhabited other planets, with the rare sightings on Earth.

She wanted to know why the government and Military branches were MIA. She’d been on leave from her Army platoon when everything went down, and she had no answers. Her brother was too young for this. Hell, being only five years older than he was so was Kenzie. Yet, they both insisted on coming. Insisted on keeping the old man safe.

"Hey." Kenzie spoke, gaining his attention. "Bang, bang," she stated holding her fist out.

"Pow, pow," Colby replied, bumping his fist with hers.

Kenzie looked around the illuminated room and wondered why they'd come back. They were here before. She thought about it and realized it did not smell like this the first time. She decided she did not want to know. Every question pertaining to these deformations got you a negative answer. On top of that, there was not always method in her grandfather's madness. As she thought about it, looking at where they were and situations they'd been in, there was never any method to his madness, only more madness. A quick scurrying sound pulled Kenzie's attention to the right of the room, but she did npt see anything.

"Did you hear that?" she asked Colby. She knew her grandfather had not heard it. He was so engrossed in whatever he was studying, that she knew he would not hear a snake if it hissed right in his ear.

"I did not hear anything," Colby replied.

Kenzie heard a light scuttle and caught it move out of the corner of her eye. It was the slimy thing she’d seen force its way into people’s nostrils, mouths, and any other hole it could get int. Why were all these things so damn ugly? Slowly, Kenzie reached cross body and pulled one of the daggers from her belt. With quickness and a flick of the wrist, she launched it halfway across the room, pinning the thing to the wall. She watched as the creature frantically wiggled its body. The closest thing she could describe it two was a contorted wolf pup with no legs or fur. Kenzie walked over to it slowly. These little disgusting things were the cause of more wolves being born. She did not know how, it did not make sense, but she'd seen one at work in her small town. She retrieved another dagger from her belt.

"Sorry big-boy, but you can't be my baby's daddy," Kenzie spoke before driving the other dagger through it's' head. All movement instantly stopped and green oozed out of both wounds. It was like no blood she’d ever seen before.

"You think it's like whatever caused your vest to melt?" Colby asked.

Kenzie shrugged. "Touch it and find out."

Colby glared momentarily at his sister. "I'll pass." Colby made a face of disgust before turning to Daniel. "Gramps, Kenzie killed one of those things you wanted to dissect."

Daniel pulled his attention from the wall markings and looked past his grandchildren. "Pull it down Mackenzie."

Kenzie pulled the dagger from its head and handed it to Colby carefully. She then grabbed the one in its midsection, tilting it up slightly before pulling. The dagger came out of the wall with slime pup still attached. She laid it on the ground in front of where Daniel was now sitting. Kenzie placed her foot on its tail pulling out the dagger.

"You shouldn't have killed it Mackenzie. They begin to decompose fast when they're dead. I may not have enough time to get enough samples."

Kenzie pulled a small rag out of her back pocket to clean her daggers. "Sure, next time I'll just walk up to it and demand it lie still and allow you to study it. While I'm at it I'll just call a meeting with the rest of them and all the wolves and ask that they leave and return to their own corner of the galaxy."

"That would be nice," Daniel responded too captivated by what he was doing to actually know what she said.

Kenzie rolled her eyes taking her other dagger from her brother and cleaning it while he chuckled. Obsessive would not begin to describe her grandfather's passion for things like this. Infatuation was closer. He had an unhealthy love affair with these sorts of things. Kenzie took her m16 and settled against the wall facing the two doorways behind her grandfather. Colby did the same with the way they had entered. Staying in one place for too long was a bad idea. Being prepared for anything was a must.

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Viper had separated from the humans. The female was distracting him from his purpose. She was fascinating to him. Again, he rebuked himself.

Standing cloaked, Viper was surrounded by a dozen dead werewolves. By his calculation it should not be many more unless the humans were right. While English was not the native language of Lycan’s he understood a great majority of it. If there was an alpha female she was in hiding. Viper pulled up the holographic map of the structure on that he’d downloaded into the bracelet on his wrist. He could let his nose carry him, but there were so many scents that he’d end up going in circles. There were a few parts he had not covered. She was going to be in one of them. Viper set off in the direction of one of the many uncharted areas. His thoughts drifting back to the human female.

She was smaller than the average human. Much smaller than he was. She was about five and a half feet. Her brown skin, a lighter complexion than the brown of his fur in full Lycan form, looked smoother than the fine furs that decorated his quarters on the home ship. Her smell is what intrigued him the most. Her natural scent was something on its own, but the aroma he took in after she was slightly exerted was enough to gain a brief twitch from his dick. Her hazel eyes with slightly more green than brown, that were wide with surprise after he'd shot the evolved wolf. Kenzie the human males had called her.

Viper veered into the left hallway when he came to a fork in his path. He'd already been to the right. That was where he left the humans. He stopped in the hallway, running his fingers along the wall. It was thick with what he could only assume was the saliva of the wolves. He could tell that it was fresh. Continuing on his path, he moved down the hall with agility. He came to another separation of hallways. Momentarily stopping, he once again consulted the holographic blueprints. Determining that both of the outside paths would lead him back to a place he'd already been, he quickly resumed his journey through the middle hallway.

A rumbling growl from up ahead caught his attention as he took in the scent of the lesser beast. Bounding to a ledge above him, he trekked on. Entering a large area, he halted at the sight before him. There were what normally would have been pups everywhere, shedding an outer layer. Much more than Viper had expected there to be. Scanning the room, he found several out shells were empty, which meant the hosts carrying the hard meat egg were in the structure somewhere. Vipers thoughts were immediately pulled to the human female. He would feel dishonorable if something were to happen to her.

More growling and a howl pulled Vipers attention as the sound of rapid footsteps became closer. Still perched on his ledge, he watched as the three humans came running into the room, with a cache of werewolves behind them. Futuo. Viper readied his cannon.