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[Evelyn Hunter]

Evelyn Hunter

July 6th, 2012

The days had been getting rough, her medication was still working but Helen had to rework it as Jackal took slight control of her mind from time to time. She got these urges to do horrible things, wicked things. Things she didn't want to do but the whispers of Jackals voice DEMANDED she do them. Kill Helen Magnus, burn down the Sanctuary, hurt people, return to her master who was long gone by now, hurt Alek...that was the worst of it. She WANTED to hurt him and she just couldn't. He was her friend, the only real friend she had for a long time. The only person she could make a joke with and feel she didn't have to prove herself in any way. He was just a good buddy and she worried maybe more than that. Hiding out in the warehouse district while her delirious state wore off Eve paced back and forth. She wasn't going to lose control and hurt someone. She was going to be just fine.

"Do it Eve, kill that bitch Helen for killing our master. You do what you were trained...no bred to do. Don't be a damn coward." Jackal whispered in her mind, the seering claws scratching at the back of her brain and making her wince in pain. Couldn't she make it stop? Just make it go away? Pacing inside the old abandoned warehouse that once belonged to the Cabal Evelyn shook her head no and bit down on her nail chewing it to the stub like she always somehow managed to do. "That would be so pointless. The Cabal is gone, why would we need to kill Helen anymore? We're free Jackal, free. Dana has no control over anyone anymore. It's been years of freedom. I can live any life I want to live." She turned her back as if looking at someone. It was easier to think Jackal was outside of her because once she admitted Jackal was apart of her she would lose it.

"Evelyn, you can never have a life, you are broken beyond repair. Helen says you can be saved but I know you can't. I'm stronger than you. Nothing can make me go away forever. Everything had become more difficult now that Jackal was aware of their situation. It wasn't stuck in the kill only mindset, it was evolving and growing. This made it worse, how could you beat someone who knew you, knew everything you were going to do? Someone who lived in your head. "I still have no reason, you have given me no reason. I'm afraid we are not on the same page Jackal, you should just shut up and go away now.' Eve reached into her pocket pulling out a bag with little white pills. Opening the bag she popped one into her mouth and swallowed it down. Victory if only for a short time. Jackal had no real power, she was like a mental illness, shut up with medication.

Stuffing the pills back in her pocket she turned back the open door and took a few steps squinting her eyes at the bright light. Her new medication made her eyes rather sensitive to the bright lights, something Helen was working on. Hopefully it would come soon, Evelyn hadn't been so afraid she would kill Helen in almost a year now. God if she killed that woman...then what would she do?

[Wolfgang Metzger]

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July 6th, 2012
About 12:35pm

It had been six months since his arrest for felony evading and driving without a license, luckily the VIN on the stolen car came back with zilch and no one knew who rightfully owned the car but unfortunately the Javelin had been towed and impounded. But Wolfgang had avoided a grand theft auto charge, essentially dodging a bullet on that one. Tony had not been all that happy with him but the fella was one of those old souls that had lived here his entire life and he knew just by looking at Wolfgang that he was a special guy, troublesome but special, different and couldn’t bear to fire him. He looked to be maybe twenty-one, possibly less and yet he knew his way around a small block engine like a man twice his age and with ten times the experience. Tony was a smart guy and had his suspicions of some of the things that supposedly went bump in the night but never said anything to anyone, but there had to be a reason that Wolfgang’s knowledge of the world went far beyond the years showing on that youthful face. Kids nowadays walked around listening to Lady Gaga, Kee$ha and the like but not this fella, Tony caught “Dutch” on his smoke break with the Bee Gees blaring through his headphones. If it wasn’t that it was The Animals, The Kinks, The Stooges, The Byrds, Ike Turner, he had an affinity for Jerry Lee Lewis too but said Elvis was a showboat and didn’t much care for him . . . like he knew the guy personally or had seen him before or something. Tony could sit and talk with that guy for hours about everything musical and every band Tony had grown up with the kid knew right away who he was talking about and could wax on about it for ages, once again like he had lived back then. It took the aging mechanic back to the years of platform shoes and bellbottomed pants, a nostalgia he thought he could never experience. When all the other boys in the shop shrugged and said “she had it coming” at the death of Whiney Houston he found Dutch out back sitting on the hood of a big red Ford truck looking rather distant. All he said was “she was a beautiful woman, but she just couldn’t hold it together” and got back to work.

Sporting his usual platinum blonde mullet, heavy boots and pants Wolfgang had hung up his leather jacket a while back, clad in a thick cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows as he watched a world go by through the mirrored lens of his Ray Bans. His most recent of ponderings came with the tragic loss of another great American Musician. It had been almost a whole month since the passing of Fleetwood Mac’s Bob Welch and as of late Wolfgang had been breaking out his old tapes again, listening to the singer’s voice and remembering a time long ago but not forgotten. It seemed after a while everyone forgot, everyone forgot everything, even the wise words of Shakespeare however ingenious and enlightening, masterful of masters of poetic verse, would be forgotten once the world moved on and decided it no longer needed the likes of Mister William Shakespeare and his dark comedies, romances and deep insightful poetry. Like holding onto the hand of someone about to be swept away in the rushing waters of a flood, soon with time the grip wore down and you just had to let it go. All the music he loved from his past was slowly being forgotten, replaced by the so-called artists of today that couldn’t sing to save their damn lives, it was the eighties all over again and Wolfgang just hoped and prayed for a relapse of the seventies, hell the sixties would be alright too but this, this was just shitty.

The 1890’s had been a simple time for him and if he could go back he would have. Back to the young country of America where a dollar could buy you a day’s worth of food, two could get you a halfway decent whore. When thieves put on death row did not get to enjoy the luxury of living in prison for twenty or thirty years until they just died anyways, in a time where justice was a short drop and a sudden stop sometimes minutes after the crime was committed, immediate action was immediate. Now a man could go on a twenty-nine person killing spree across nine states and get sent to prison for life with the possibility of parole. It was soft if anyone were to ask Metzger. Of course if that had been the case, the young lady that had caught his eye now would have bit the dust a while back. Evelyn Hunter stood back in the warehouses where Wolf was storing some of his shit since Helen forbid him from sleeping in his truck anymore, he had to sleep inside and be civilized, which his dog did not seem to mind at all, picking a spot in front of the fireplace in the parlor downstairs. Watching Hunter from over the frames of his sunglasses, Wolf approached familiarly, “What’re ya doin way out here?” he asked to the back of her head. It seemed to him last time she had been in this part of town, she had been stirring up a little trouble.

[Evelyn Hunter]

Evelyn turned around hearing Wolf's voice. She was happy to see her friend but at the same time she wished he hadn't shown up. With Wolf around it reminded her of the Sanctuary and the fact she had to go back tonight and see how her new medication would work. Evelyn just wanted to be a normal kid already. It was enough to make her cry but breaking down and crying would have been weak and no matter what Evelyn would never show weakness. "Hey Wolf, just...hanging out. I had to get out of the Sanctuary. Had get out here in the fresh air." Glancing down at her hands she noticed them shaking. This medication worked but to what cost? Evelyn couldn't stop trembling, she got a dry mouth, and had trouble sleeping but god it shut up Jackal and wasn't that the important thing?

"I just got bored too. Nothing to do at the Sanctuary. I want to you know...do what other kids do. It's nice Helen is helping me but I just can't be locked up in there. I watch kids on the street...going to school...doing kid stuff and you know I have never done any of that." However Helen had taken Evelyn to a movie once, it was still the single most amazing day of her life and it reminded her of her past. Evelyn didn't think much about her past. She could recall her parents and brother taking her to a movie once but they had to leave half way through because she got scared. It was a Disney movie and the villain terrified her.

Evelyn walked around Wolf at looked at the warehouses. Why did she find this place so comforting? This had been the place she had almost died, the place they tried to murder her. Shouldn't the warehouse make her...uncomfortable? "You know I saw a lot of kids yesterday hanging out at this place. They were just...talking and having fun. I was going to go in Wolf but I realized I can't. I don't know how to act my age. I don't know what to say or how to have fun. All these girls and guys my age...and nothing. I don't know how to relate. Ever since Alek left...I don't like the Sanctuary as much anymore. What am I going to do?"

There was no way in hell she could start showing her weakness now. No way, Evelyn had to continue not caring she wasn't like everyone else. She couldn't admit she was awkward. "But you know Wolf? I don't care about that. I'm not a kid, I have a fucking monster living in my head. I kill people. I can never hang with the rest of them and I accept that. How was your day so far?"

[Wolfgang Metzger]

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July 6th, 2012
About 12:35pm

A Waylon Jennings song was stuck in his head at the moment, mommas shouldn’t let their babies grow up to be cowboys but when his mother moved him and Lukas to the states that was just what they did, running off to the wild west to be cowboys. He missed just openly carrying a gun on his hip but by the early nineteen-hundreds that was frowned upon. The mere sight of a gun nowadays and people called the police. But the string of random thoughts reminded him of his mother. Blanche was French, had the accent and everything and wanted her two boys to speak it as fluently as they spoke German. It had been so long now that not only had Wolf pretty much lost his ability to speak French and German, he didn’t even have a trace of an accent. But it reminded him of his fair ma, he never knew what happened to her, it was as soon as he and Lukas stepped foot in this foreign land they took a mile for an inch and ran until they saw the Pacific. He didn’t know anything; where she was buried, how she went, when she passed, nothing.

It was a sobering thought and nothing in his tone of voice was chipper when he replied to Evelyn, “Nothin wrong with fresh air.” he agreed and peeked over the metal roofs of the storage units as the sun rose over them on toward noon. It was cooler up north and Wolfgang could honestly say he liked Canada, hadn’t been out of the states for nearly a century so this was very nice. Wolfgang had been to every one of the lower forty-eight and had a list of his favorite cities. Too bad a few of them were in Louisiana, he could not go there again but the culture and music was like heaven, and the food and the women all the things he absolutely loved, and he had fucked it up. Larry and Cletus needed to take him alligator fishing dammit . . . oh wait they would be about one-hundred and fifty or something, shit.

As if to emphasis how bored she felt at the Sanctuary, Wolfgang yawned into the warm sunshine, “I hear ya . . . people watch me so closely in there it freaks me out an’ I gotta get the fuck outta there.” well that was his fault, he had a tendency to pick up random shit and pocket it. Maybe he should find him a goody girl to “take care of him” one of those self absorbed but sweet and innocent chicks that dated him because he was a bad boy and she felt she could “fix” him. She would look after him and make sure he didn’t get into too much trouble. Or maybe he would find a girl just like him and they could get into crazy amounts of trouble and get arrested a million times, that would be fun as hell. Looking around at where Evelyn had decided to go for her fresh air, Wolfgang smirked, still squinting his eyes despite the sunglasses, “Well there ain’t no kids here Evee . . . what was it you were plannin on doin out here, if ya don’t mind me asking.” oh so she saw a lot of kids here the other day, well that made sense, “Oh okay . . . yeah I dunno where Alek went, I don’t get close t’people because that’s what happens, they leave eventually. Or in my case, they die.” he had gotten chummy with Malachi and dammit if the angelic musician hadn’t flown the coop that night the nubbins escaped. He assumed the man got cold feet and escaped and then just flew away after they got separated in the dark.

Evelyn seemed to be pressing for advice, something Wolfgang could honestly say he was terrible at, “Uh, well . . . I didn’ know ya liked ‘im that much Evee. I guess just move on.” cliché but that was the best he could do. Shrugging as he watched her walk past him Wolfgang felt a bit awkward. He hadn’t been able to shake that feeling since the Christmas party when the girl passed out and spent the night in the back of his truck. Helen had not approved but it wasn’t like Metzger to take advantage of a drunken young woman, not that she would believe him on that but oh well.

She tossed the thought aside but he knew better, no sense bringing it up if she did not care about it like she claimed now but he saw no need to call her on it. Plucking a cigarette from behind his ear Wolf flicked his zippo and lit the cowboy killer, taking a long drag as he slowly closed the gap between them a bit, casual conversation space he liked to call it, had to get into the bubble, “I’ve killed people too . . . not that it’s okay I mean . . . we’re here because we’ve messed up in the past but, that’s the past.” leaning against the wrought iron fence in the shade of an elm tree Wolfgang took another drag off his cigarette and surveyed the area again, it was entirely too bright here, why was he not sleeping?
“But today I’m just . . . I dunno walkin around thinkin about shit, I hafta be at work in six hours.” he cut his sentence short with another yawn and then realized he hadn’t eaten, “Wanna go get lunch?” he shrugged at the innocence of the question.

[Evelyn Hunter]

Evelyn just couldn't stay there because of her fears of what she might become again. Wolfgang had seen her at her worst. She was a trained killer, a monster, not even human. She had no idea what she was, what Jackal was. Helen had told her about Jack the Ripper, John Druitt to make her feel better. She told Evelyn that she didn't really want to hurt anyone, not like John but what if Helen was wrong? What if Evelyn wanted to burn the world down around her for what has happened to her. Sometimes she thought maybe that was what she wanted to do. Evelyn didn't have a past, how the hell was she ever going to have a future. "I wish they watched me closer. They trust me too much, Helen trusts her treatment too much. I don't even trust me. How the hell does she?" Evelyn wanted to warn them, yell at them. This thing Dana had made her was meant to last. Even Helen said Jackal would never be gone. What was the point of living on medication for her whole life knowing she was just trying to cover up what she really was?

Looking around at the warehouses she shrugged her shoulders when Wolf asked her what it was she planed on doing out here. "It's the closest thing I have to home. I guess I was just trying to belong...fit in someplace I sure as hell don't fit into the rest of the world. According to it I don't exist. I was erased from all records. No birth certificate, no family, nothing. The Cabal made damn sure I couldn't be traced and this was the place they brought me to put me down...like a sick dog. Got me to my knees and put the gun to the back of my head. I didn't feel a thing the entire times just pressure. No pain, no blood." She got up later and stumbled around, her balance had been off and she was confused. Couldn't remember her own name, didn't know who she was or how she had gotten there. Jesus she had been a bloody mess. Seemed like half her brains were blown out but in reality the bullet had just lodged itself in her head. Helen was going to remove it some day but right now with everything happening it was too dangerous.

Evelyn stepped back from the conversation a moment sticking her hands in her pockets and looking at the ground. For a girl who could kill a grown man in three easy steps she certainly wasn't good at talking about anything, it almost killed her to talk about her feelings. "Yeah...we have messed up...we have messed up a lot." Evelyn looked back at the warehouses and thought about all the faces of those people she had killed...no Jackal had killed them...no she had. What was the difference. She was Jackal, Jackal was she. They were the same person like Jekyll and Hyde. Would she have to be put down like that man as well? God Evelyn felt like all the crazies Helen had to fight in the past. She couldn't wait to get that operation. Though it would be risky she liked to think removing the bullet would make her perfectly sane again. Undo all the conditioning and chemical treatments she had grow up with. Hell she didn't even know if she had been born or grown in a lab. Evelyn thought she had a past and a family but she couldn't be too sure.

"Work sucks...I think I'm too young to get a real job...or no I don't think I could have a real job. Someone would piss me off and have their neck snapped." Wolf offered to go to lunch with her and thinking about it now yeah she was pretty hungry. "Yeah lets go get something to eat. I get really hungry after running around and besides I shouldn't take this medication on an empty stomach. I think there is a pizza shop nearby. That is if you don't mind Pizza. Nothing beats sticky cheese and hot pepperoni with onions." No even better garbage pizza. That was her one aspect that made her feel like a normal kid, she loved junk food. Helen had her eating really healthy stuff back at the Sanctuary which was hard. Evelyn was such a picky eater. Anything that reminded her of her nasty diet when with the Cabal made her gag. Evelyn started heading out towards the direction of the pizza joint but stopped thinking maybe Wolf wanted to go somewhere else. "Unless you were thinking of someplace else that would be cool too."

[Wolfgang Metzger]

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July 6th, 2012
About 12:35pm

Shrugging a bit he yearned for Eve’s freedom and she yearned for his restrictions, “I have that tendency t’pick shit up and take it, so they watch me. But they don’t trust me, be grateful they trust you I guess. That gun still shoot straight?” he inquired about that Glock 20 he had given to her for Christmas, cleverly concealed in a thick leather bound tome of Shakespearian plays. It was a good gun, a little big for a young woman but Evelyn was not a typical girl, she could handle it with ease he was sure. But he figured if she didn’t shoot it, it would simply end up in a pawn shop and that was alright too, he had no use for it anyways. He had lifted it from the evidence room at a police station ten years ago, once again like he stole just about everything, picked it up and left with it in his jacket. It had been involved in an armed robbery in Manhattan, but never fired a single shot. That was a year after his estranged wife Gloria had died, and like most tumultuous times in his life all his bad habits were exacerbated. Hence the theft of the 10 mill.

Wolfgang knew what had happened to her, she had told him before but it never got easier to hear. He didn’t know it had happened here though, it was so close to the Sanctuary. She had said they took care of failures the way they had taken care of her and the pain, or lack thereof, she explained baffled him a bit. Even if he got shot in the head, and would be fine later, it still hurt like a bitch and decommissioned him for a while. She had also said the hospital she crawled to was unable to remove the bullet but that shot to the head was what triggered, no pun intended, the split personality between her and the one she called Jackal. He was at a loss as to what to say, what had he said last time? Something about not expecting to get up that morning, wash his truck and then fight for his life with a girl half his size, and then what, “Ya know you kick some serious ass t’be so pretty.” it was not a declarative statement to be honest, just repeating the past. But he shrugged, “Ya got that goin for ya.”

She agreed that they had at least messed up enough to have to stay here and that age old question looming in the back of Metzger’s mind drifted to the front. He wondered if he was allowed to leave, would Helen trust him enough to be on his own? If something ever happened to the Sanctuary and he just vanished would she look for him? Fearing the Berwick Butcher would come back would give anyone enough incentive to come and find him, “Yeah . . . I haven’t messed up too bad in a looooong time though. And by messed up I mean I haven’t killed anyone.” that fire he had started in California hadn’t killed anyone, several homes had been lost though. The stories of the Butcher in Louisiana had been in an article of a paper he had read from 1962, so yes it had been some time ago, a half a century. Helen had been dealing with abnormals for so long and had enough experience to know that these mass murdering sprees probably happened in waves, a cycle of sorts. Once a psycho, always a psycho. Maybe he should see a shrink, but that was lame.

“Not if you like your job, and I make money so, it’s not too bad.” the only thing he was not too fond off was coming home and scrubbing that damn grease and motor oil off his hands and out from under his finger nails. It was nearly impossible, sometimes it was very much impossible and he had to eat knowing his fingers were black as hell but there was nothing he could do about that. Mineral spirits often worked wonders but they couldn’t work miracles, “And I’ve wanted t’break a few necks myself, trust me.” when Tony called him to the front to confront a customer about what he did to their car it never ended well for the hot headed mechanic. He must have had that look or gave off that vibe but he had been called a punk far too many times and every time ended the same way with Wolfgang trying to climb over the counter and beat the fucker in the face. So what the guy didn’t ask for his tires to be rotated, Metzger had been bored with nothing to do and felt he had time to do it, besides the car needed it but what got him was, the guy wasn’t even being charged for it. Why fly off the handle and yell at the punk that did him a service for free?
“Yeah, people piss me off sometimes. I don’t think they expect me t’do anything about it when they make me angry, you should see their face when I start swingin at em.” he scoffed, drawing off his cigarette. He could shake off anyone that grabbed him and held him back, but he chose not to, pulverizing a client would hurt his boss’ reputation and get him fired so he restrained himself.

Brightening a bit when Eve agreed to go get lunch she mentioned pizza and quite honestly anything sounded good right about now, “I could go for some pizza, ever been t’Chicago, had their pizza? It’s the shit.” he always assumed everyone he met traveled like he did, a restless man such as himself never stayed in one place for too long. Yawning again as he followed behind her Wolfgang shook his head when she offered to let him pick some place, “No . . . no, pizza’s fine. When I’m hungry I’ll eat anything, except people.” he added, not sure if he was trying to be funny or not, “My bike’s across the street if you’d rather ride there.” had to wear a stupid helmet though, “Or we could walk, I dunno how far it is.”

[Evelyn Hunter]

Evelyn shrugged not knowing if Helen's trust was a good thing, or did Helen trust her? Was Helen just observing what she would do? Waiting for her to snap and attack again so she could get a better look at what she was really dealing with? When Evelyn turned into that thing, that...Jackal she felt afraid. Lost control of her body and just killed everything in her grasp. Either way it was only a matter of time before Jackal got out again. It was only a matter of time before she hurt someone and maybe this time it would be someone she loved. "Maybe she doesn't trust me Wolf. Maybe this is all a social experiment to make me feel comfortable so when I snap I'll trust her. But I don't trust her. Don't get me wrong Wolf I like her but I don't trust her. I don't even know who I am so how can she go running around expecting me to trust others when I can't even trust myself." Inevitable Jackal might just be the real her and Evelyn was the arifical personality. If they 'corrected' her then wouldn't that be a bad thing? "And yeah it shoots straight...Helen took me to the range the other day."

As they headed towards the city Wolf told her she could kick a lot of butt for someone who was pretty. Evelyn looked at her arms and her scrawny body, there was nothing pretty about her. "I'm not pretty but I do kick a lot of ass. I can't remember how many things I was trained in but I remember all the information flooding into my brain. I don't recall who taught me to fight like that. Almost like it was downloaded into my brain. Sometimes I don't think I'm human...or well that's obvious but I don't think I'm even abnormal human." Eve shrugged, what the hell she was she didn't know. Something grown in a test tube maybe. Evelyn tried to tell herself that every day but in the end she couldn't believe it. Evelyn had dreams, dreams of days she couldn't remember. Sitting in the park with an older brother. Running to her mother, her father a tall businessman from Japan. Evelyn could see their faces but she couldn't remember their names and even she was starting to question if those memories were true or artifical.

"I have...but I haven't killed anyone in almost a year now." She shrugged again and smiled at the fact Wolf was okay with pizza. Good thing because Evelyn really could go for a whole pizza right now. She was always so hungry. Helen said it was because like the rest of her her matabalism was on overdrive, like a hummingbird. In order for Eve to move as fast as she did her body had to burn through energy just as fast and it left Evelyn getting hungry every hour. Running forward Evelyn jumped up onto a few crates and dashed up onto the roof of another warehouse. "Come on old man I know a shortcut through the warehouse." She waved her hand and looked back at Wolf. True to her powers Eve was fast and agile. She moved like a cheetah, her body bending and twisting as she went into her parkour training.

Evelyn vaulted over a vent that brought fresh air into the warehouse bellow and landed with a roll and sprint back onto the warehouse roof. If she couldn't run she would lose what was left of her mind. She vaulted another vent making it look way too easy. sticking another perfect landing Evelyn got back up and started running again putting her arms out like she would take off flying. Everything around her slowed down a second and her smile faded from her face. The sharp pain ripping through her brain and nearly making her lose her footing. "You can't shut me out. You can't shut me up." Evelyn screamed and grabbed her head slipping from the roof and slamming down into the ground. Her eyes rolled up in the back of her head as her body convulsed and she choked on her own spit. Was she having a seizer? Is this what they felt like?

[Wolfgang Metzger]

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July 6th, 2012
About 12:40pm

Well Magnus was indeed a scientist was she not? Maybe a psychologist on the side perhaps Wolf was never too sure but he knew she did research and shit, walked around in a lab coat on occasion. Like that night he was fixing the AC unit on the roof and Malachi crashed up there, no one believed him and he, made the first mistake of many to get someone’s attention but she had been looking pretty doctorly when looking after the bird man. So the vampire mechanic shrugged his shoulders, “Well, an experiment wouldn’ exactly be beyond her, I wouldn’ be surprised.” but he wanted to say ‘don’t take it personally’ but what if those cameras in the Sanctuary were watching him to keep tabs for another experiment? Was he really a klepto or was that the ploy of a good common thief? Anytime he was leaving the place there was a table there by the door and anything he might have picked up he turned out his pockets and set it there, having no knowledge of stealing it. When he came back in everything had been put back in its proper place and if he got anywhere near it, it was gone again and always the same things and they were usually brass as it seemed he had an affinity for shiny gold things, “I wouldn’ worry about it, maybe she’s keepin an eye on you in secret.” he whispered but in a playful manner to get her out of her sour mood. He nodded in approval to hear she had taken the gun out and squeezed off a few rounds, “That’s good, just gotta hold onto it.” he reminded. So much kick from a handgun like that could send it flying back and crashing into the handler’s face.

“My past feels pretty surreal t’me too . . . it’s hard t’believe but if the memory is there, no matter how faded, it’s probably real.” he really was born in Munich, came to the US and struck out with Luke and formed a band of bounty hunters in the American Old West in the 1890’s before the west was won and they all went their separate ways afterwards. Wolf went to Louisiana and took up the moniker of Braeden and a job at the local butcher, then started hacking up people and left for New England. Had so many fuckin wives, and kids dear Jesus. He had been on this earth twice as long as the life expectancy of a man back in the era he was brought into. The mistakes he had made, where one would say they had to live with the stupidities of their past for the rest of their lives, well none of them were expecting to live past eighty or so years. Wolfgang had no idea how long he would live, his father had been more than three-hundred years old at the time of his vanishing act, “I didn’ know what I was either, imagine my surprise huh? I was in denial for a long time, ‘til the memories came back.” then there was no denying it.

“I steal things on occasion, sometimes on purpose sometimes on accident but that’s been the worst of it, haven’t killed anyone in fifty years . . . not maliciously anyways.” hadn’t killed anyone for the sake of killing someone he meant. The men that had been hired by the church to off his brother, they were dead in rather unmentionable ways. He had also let Kaiser off his chain the night he stole him from the millionaire that liked to collect the supernatural, the starving Black Dog cross then chased his neglectful owner into the woods behind the estate, emerging hungry no more. Wolfgang hadn’t really killed that guy, it was the dog.

Watching the younger girl climb atop one of the metal roofed units Wolfgang watched wearily, he was too tired for this shit and just smirked at her comment of knowing a shortcut, “I’ll stay down here thanks, knowing my luck I’ll just fall off.” and make an idiot of himself. He heard her sneakers rumbling across those metal roofs, god only knew how fuckin hot it was up there, no thanks. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his black denim pants he absently kicked a pebble across the concrete when he heard Evelyn scream. Lifting his head expecting it to be some kind of a joke he heard that sickening clamor of a body slapping to the pavement and knew she had fallen off the warehouse roof. Rolling his eyes fully prepared to have to deal with this he rounded the corner and was rather shaken to see the girl convulsing violently, thinking she must have hit her head, “Shit.” he growled through his teeth and rushed over to the fallen girl and quickly, somehow knew to pull her onto her side and keep her from slamming her head into the concrete. But now what . . . just wait it out he supposed.

[Evelyn Hunter]

She was trapped in the back of her mind shaking hard and trying to take control but there was no control to take. Evelyn continued to shake, hr tongue hanging out as drool rolled down her face and then it happened. With her eyes rolled into the back of her head she tried to force out another scream. The feeling in her hands returned but it wasn't her moving them while she choked herself. Pressed down hard on her neck and growled like someone possessed. "Die you stupid bitch die. For the love of god if I can't make you understand I'll finish it."

Evelyn took control again and moved her eyes forward towards Wolf though her body was still shaking. Her vision blurred and for a moment her vision tunneled until it returned to normal again. Taking in a deep breath Evelyn sat back up quickly running her arm across her lips. She felt tired like she had just run a marathon, exhausted from whatever seizer or attack had just gripped her slender frame. While the attack faded the pain from the fall seeped back into her body. Her face felt numb but the rest of her was in pain.

Carefully she laid back down fishing into her pocket and pulling out the bag of little white pills. Without even thinking of the drawbacks she put three into her hand and swallowed them down. "I don't care if this kills me...she's getting stronger...I can't fight her anymore Wolf...I can..." She stopped rolling over to her side and throwing up the pills she had just tried to swallow down, perhaps even the one she had taken before. How could she keep this up? Helen would have to give her those shots again, she couldn't keep up with this medication. "I just want to get this out of my head. I just want it gone."

Pulling out a knife from her boot Evelyn pressed it to her skull. She wanted to cut the bullet out herself. If no one else did it then she would do it. Even if it left her brain dead it was better than this. Dropping the knife her body went back into the shakes moving to a smaller attack than before. She stuck out her tongue and bit down, her pupils growing till the whole of her eye turned black. Jackal laughed in the back of her mind, pressing up against her brain. The bullet felt like it was on fire, she felt like her head was about to explode. Shaking a little harder again she stopped. For a moment Evelyn was dazed, shook her head a little then sat back up.

"Jesus Christ my head is pounding...I need water...I need water really bad Wolf."

[Wolfgang Metzger]

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July 6th, 2012
About 12:45pm

Wolfgang knew what seizures were and how to handle them but Evelyn almost seemed, he didn’t want to say it, but full on possessed like something straight out of the Exorcist. He didn’t know what to do, being on this earth more than one-hundred years and Metzger had never seen anything like it. Priests exercised people back in the day and often killed them but Wolfgang was pretty skeptical that anyone of those persons was ever truly possessed, probably what someone today would call schizophrenia or bi-polarism. But this, this he had never seen before and just retrained her to keep her from smashing her head into the concrete, saying her name in the hopes he could bring her out of her spell. Holding eye contact the mechanic could only watch with that concerned look on his face as Evelyn appeared to be over the worst of her episode, seeing her hands around her throat had given him a bit of a scare.

Then, like nothing had happened she sat up all of a sudden and seemed more embarrassed that Wolf had seen her convulsing than frightened that it had even happened and tried to swallow down three of the capsules Magnus had prescribed her. Not knowing exactly what she was going through Wolfgang could not relate to her admitting she could not fight the one she called Jackal any longer, the one that threatened to take over her body and make her do terrible things she could not control. Doing inexcusably heinous things to people was one thing, doing them and having no control or ability to stop it was an entirely different animal. He did understand that she wanted the source of her torment gone and Metzger finally realized that this had not been some accident, she hadn’t simply fallen and hit her head, not Evelyn Hunter for she was far too agile and well-trained to trip over her own feet. Something had happened to cause her to fall.

She seemed to lapse back into another short but milder spell before coming to and informing him she needed water, to which he shook his head, “You need a doctor . . . Doctor Helen Magnus.” if anyone could help her it was Helen. How was he going to get her out of here, was it safe to take her to the sanctuary on his bike? Could she walk, should he carry her, how fast did he need to get her to Magnus, when was the next episode to strike, what if Jackal took over . . . what if he shouldn’t take her to the sanctuary at all? What was fastest opposed to what was safest had him in a bind and Wolfgang was at a loss as to what to do. He had a survivalist nature after living in a cabin in the Rockies from seventy-two until two-thousand nine when he went hunting for his brother’s killers. Before that he had lived with Gloria in that hippie colony, hearing a toilet flush for the first time had startled him rather badly, not to mention phones, new cars, and the like but he had adapted as best he could. He knew how to kill a deer, clean a fish, make a fire, fix a car but anything medical, since he never needed medical attention himself, was beyond him. He didn’t want to deal with this, every instinct told him not to trust Evelyn’s stability and to put not even an ounce of his faith into believing that she would not turn and kill him. As his instincts told him to run, Metzger instead reached out to help her to her feet.

[Evelyn Hunter]

Recovering from her attacks she seemed reluctant to see anyone because of it. Shaking her head Evelyn backed up from Wolf and wrapped her arms around herself. "No, no I'm fine I don't need to see anyone. I just need some water and a place to sit down. My medication is good enough to keep me balanced. I won't need Helen." She tried not to be too obvious about not wanting help and more so about not wanting to go back to the Sanctuary. The problem wasn't her desire not to seem weak but her need to hide who she was, who she had locked away in her fractured mind. Jackal smiled up at Wolf playing the part of Evelyn flawlessly. She knew what the girl did. What was natural and what wasn't. Hell they shared a head they should know each other fairly well by now.

Grabbing Wolf's hand Jackal lead him forward back towards the pizza joint and held her forehead a little like something was wrong. "God my head hurts so much right now. I feel like Iv'e been hit by a semi truck. Maybe once Helen does the surgery this will all be fixed...I'll be free and without that pest living in my brain. After all these years I'll finally be free of her, just me." It made Jackal smile a little more. To think she could be the one in charge for the rest of her life. Destroy the last of her weakness, the last of her humanity. Evelyn that simple little child. She could be the killing machine Dana always wanted. The perfectly flawless solider who would do everything she ever asked. Jackal would prove those super abnormals were nothing compared to her. That she was the true success.

Swaying on her feet a little Jackal glanced back at Wolf. "Maybe I should lay down someplace. Wolf will you take me to the old abandoned apartments? I just need to rest." Once she lured him out someplace all alone she could corner him and take from him what she would need. Maybe even kill him and dump his body. From what she remembered he was a hard one to kill but she bet it could be done if she tried hard enough. Everything that bled could die. What about the food? Yes Evelyn was hungry and so Jackal felt the same hunger. Oh well she had lived with hunger before she could do it again. Her body was in good enough shape right now it didn't matter to her. "Come on Wolf. It isn't far."

[Wolfgang Metzger]

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July 6th, 2012
About 12:50pm

Something was not sitting right with him as Evelyn had just had a damn seizure and was now denying she needed help of any kind, no way she was totally fine all of a sudden. Maybe she was just delusional from the fall and the fit but when she also stated her medication would keep everything under control his eyes shifted to the puddle of drying sick on the concrete where she had vomited the medication Helen had prescribed, “You’re sure?” he asked with a raised brow, conveying his uncertainty with not only what she was saying but the way she was acting. This didn’t seem at all normal to him and at first he had wanted to make her go see Helen, and now he was too afraid to insist, something within him warning the mechanic, something he could not see.

Wolfgang hadn’t lived for well over one hundred years by being stupid, he was difficult to get the upper hand on, hard as hell to trick and right now that gut feeling was telling him this was all wrong. Evelyn mentioned the pest living in her head, wanting to be rid of her after the surgery. She had called the alternate personality many things, a monster, a murderer and a killer but never a pest. That fleeting smile was none too settling either. Granted there was a first time for everything but Metzger visibly stiffening in the shoulders when he saw that. After he had helped her to her feet he stepped back, normally one to walk around with his hands in his pockets he was noticeably loose at the moment as he distanced himself from her, a respectful distance maybe not so much him just being unsure. He had grown to see this girl like his little sister and always felt comfortable around her, but at the moment he felt the hair standing on the back of his neck.

She tried to lead him away, why rest at the abandoned apartments of all places? Abandoned, they would be alone, no one around. Whether she was Evelyn or, not that was not a good place to go in case she had another episode he would have no one around to call for help. Slipping his hand from hers he stepped away again, feeling more unsure about the situation, “What’s wrong with resting here . . . it’s a much shorter walk t’the street too where we could hail a cab an’ go back t’the Sanctuary.” he tilted his head at her. If she was not Evelyn he was fucked either way, no matter where they went. Why couldn’t he just have a normal day?

[Evelyn Hunter]

Jackal tilted her head to the side as if she didn't understand him, that little sparkle in her eyes turned to annoyance. She wasn't playing around anymore. It was time to move in for the kill. Bringing up one of her shoulders to hear ear and cracking her neck Jackals face went cold and empty. Her stance changed from that slumped over teen to straight backed perfect stance of a solider, a well trained killer. "I was going to let you live...maybe leave you a bit broken but very much alive only because god knows Evelyn looks up to you for whatever reason. I say she has a bad taste in friends honestly but now you are just pissing me off. By all means sir I welcome you to my return, I remember last time didn't end too well for you." Jackal put her arms out and bowed down a little as if she was going to surrender to him but surrender without a fight? Hardly her style. Standing back up straight Jackal jumped straight up kicking her legs out so she was doing the splits in mid air.

Her foot collided with his chest and Jackal came back down landing on her feet and ducking down in case he went to swing a fist for her face. Placing her hands upon the ground Jackal put her leg straight out and swung it around catching him in the back of the leg to knock him off balance. When her leg had struck him she rolled forward landing on her stomach and sliding back up, all moves that only took a second until she was on her feet again. Evelyn could fight just as well but she didn't have the heart to kill, not like Jackal did. All she needed was a target and a weapon. Wolf was her target now, his only saving grace was Jackal hadn't found a weapon she could kill him with yet.

"If you run I will find you, there is no use hiding, now use trying to contact Helen Magnus. You know in the end I'm stronger than Evelyn, I'll always win. She can't fight me, she can't lock me away, she can't beat me and soon the Sanctuary will fall at my hands while I slit the throat of that bitch Magnus for robbing me of my birthright. I'll start a new era, the era for the Cabal and I'll pave the path in her blood." Like Helen Jackal never gave empty threats. She meant to kill Helen and she could see how she would do it too. Being younger and more athletic gave Evelyn the advantage. Though Helen had the experience Jackal had the drive. Helen was willing to die for her work, sacrifice those she loved for it. Evelyn was willing to burn. Two Titan's destroying each other, god it would be a glorious ending to a tragic tale.

Jackal ran forward for Wolf again grabbing a lid off a trash can that had been set out back behind one of the warehouses for the workers. Holding the lid like a shield she pushed it forward meaning to hit him in the face with it. Stepping back she held it out in front of herself so if he struck back his fist would collide with the trash lid. Jackal looked over his body a moment trying to locate all of his weapons. Nothing worse than bringing a gun to a fist fight. If he was armed she would need to disarm him, take his weapon, turn it on him, and with one bullet to the head take him out clean and quiet. More more bleed shed than necessary. Evelyn could hear her thoughts in the back of their mind and struggled against the confines of her own mental prison. She had to get back and stop Jackal. Nothing could stop Jackal short of death. Evelyn couldn't let her kill Wolf.

[Wolfgang Metzger]

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July 6th, 2012
About 12:55pm

The level of calm the stoic mechanic possessed was as unnatural as the origins of his bloodlines. Looking like nothing more than some white trash blue color worker in his wife beater and denim shirt with Tony’s logo stitched onto the collar, he crossed his arms and stood there in his acid washed jeans and brogan boots. No one would have ever guessed he was half vampire, no one would have ever guessed he was about to get his ass kicked, again. Because Metzger had no intentions of fighting this . . . whatever she was. She was Evelyn, but she wasn’t. However if he hurt Jackal he hurt her, and he couldn’t bring himself to hurt Evelyn Hunter, he would let Jackal kill him first. Having come a long way from an unfeeling, uncaring and unloving person spending his days in the seclusion of the remote Rockies of Colorado, he didn’t want to hurt anyone anymore.

Like last time, she had a smell about her, it was a different odor she let off when she was Jackal and it perturbed him only a bit as he kept that same stone face expression, arms still crossed over his chest in neutrality. She said she was going to kill him, hadn’t been planning on it, which he doubted, but now he had made her angry and she was definitely going to kill him. He had to agree with her somewhat that Evelyn didn’t have the best taste in friends if she was friends with him of all people, he was a terrible role model. He could have said if he made it out of this he would try harder to actually be someone she should look up to but kept it to himself about the time Jackal knocked the wind out of him with a well-placed kick to the diaphragm. It wasn’t exactly a love tap and Metzger’s arms went out in an attempt to keep his balance, another kick to the back of the knee and he was on his back anyways. With a winded umph of the air rushing from him he felt pretty out of it but managed to prop himself up on his elbow as Jackal retrieved a lid off a trash can and laid him out again right as he was getting back to his feet. He hoped she wouldn’t goad him into a fight, as far as he was concerned he wasn’t going to bother getting up again. His temper was well known to most, he was a hot head but still had a sense of self control and though it was Jackal who was standing before him, he just saw his friend Evelyn and knew she could see him too.

When she looked him over, no doubt checking to see if he was packing heat like he had been last time, his own eyes moved to his right ankle where a .38 Smith & Wesson was tucked into his boot. He wasn’t worried about Jackal killing him with it but he didn’t need her walking around with a damn gun. The little black snub nose revolver wasn’t exactly accurate at certain distances but it was still a gun and at close range it could kill, no problem. A bullet to the brain was certainly going to put a damper on his day, he would lay out here in the hot sun, bleeding for fucking hours unless someone came along and miraculously realized he was just barely breathing and call an ambulance. But that aside he couldn’t let her have a firearm and rolled over, scrambling to his feet and attempted to run, knowing it would do him no good.

[Evelyn Hunter]

The coward got up to run away, taking off she laughed, the chase was simply too exciting to give up. Jackal was a long distance runner. She had the speed and stamina to take anyone out. Without even knowing it Wolf had awoken in her the predatory animal who lived for the chase. Leaping forward she tossed the lid behind her and leaped back up onto the warehouse roof keeping perfect pace with him. Jackal jumped over the air vents and slid down from one roof onto the stone fencing along the warehouse district. Just as she caught back up with the vampire her legs tensed and coiled. Her body prepared itself for the final blow, the kill. With one more step her body froze in place. Jackals jaws slammed shut but she could not move, as if someone had a tight hold on her. Forbidding her from moving. "No Jackal, leave him. Let him be and you can have me. I won't fight you just leave him alone."

Jackal shook it off, took a step back and growled through clenched teeth. "Fine...let him go back to his Helen Magnus. We shall meet again. There is always tomorrow." Jackal stood up straight and fixed her jacket. Glancing back to Wolf she let out a snort and moved along the stone wall back towards the warehouse. It was no longer safe to stay here. She would have to move out now, move off. It would be a hard search laying down her new territory but this was the risk she had to take. "I'm the survivor. I don't need the help from the Sanctuary. I can manage on my own and so I shall." Jackal growled and scrapped her foot over the stone. Flexing her back in a cat like stretch she jumped back onto the roof of the warehouse and got down to all fours. This wasn't the end of it, this was just the start.