conducting research on werewolves

In a lab in one forested area. This was a warehouse, or it looked like it. Stationed outside was an army of soldiers guarding the place such that an insect could not get in undetected. This was one of those off radar places, that were owned by the government. The soldiers were dressed and ready for combat, patrolling the area in batches. The machine guns slung across their shoulders to their hands made someone shiver. At that time, a pale hand opened the door to the warehouse from the inside.

Slowly, the door opened and the outline of the person inside eventually became clear. He was gaunt if a word could describe him. He was professor Melvin, a scientist, who graduated from a well-known university. He had worked as a doctor for a while, before he was inducted into the CIA special group, which handled mysterious things that you would not believe existed. Right now, professor Melvin was headed to sixty-six, having stayed within this place for nearly the entirety of his adult life.

When the secret service had approached him, he had been sceptic, until he had come to a whole new world. He realized that time travel was possible, having been proven by some people in the place although it was not very stable. Sometimes the portal could experience some space storms proving highly unstable. For the last few years, they have been working on that together with other things.

When Mathew brought him to this place ages ago, he came to realize that this earth had many bizarre and weird creatures that existed. First, there were the vampires although their sporting’s had been far in between. They were few and according to the history of this research center, which has existed for over a century, they went dormant several years ago. On the other hand, the werewolves existed in the earth, those areas where they thought were hidden harbored them.

They had made efforts towards researching about them, and giving their long research, they were able to come into contact with information that proved useful. The experiments that they had done on the werewolves had proven that they had the ability to elongate the lifespan of a human being, if their genes are assimilated into the human body. Also, they are able to strengthen the overall physique of the person involved.

It was during such research that they came to know that an even greater form was to come. They called her the savior, who would rule the world. Anyone who heard that would of course laugh, I mean what savior, and what can that savior actually do. Melvin took a deep breath as he faced the sun, while squinting his eyes. He needed to get another sample for experiments, the one in his hands had already died.

Lifting his phone, which was well secured and untraceable, he called Mathew and spoke an encrypted message to him. “Warm blood is over.” On the other end of the line, Mathew took a deep breath as he realized he now had to go hunting. Yes, in any case, the werewolves were increasing in size and as a protector of the people, he had to make some effort towards keeping an equilibrium.

“You have my word, in a week, you will have everything you need.” Mathew said as Melvin switched his phone off and stretched his thin pale fingers. After that, he opened the door to the warehouse and got back inside. The computers in the place were wheezing, the technology that was employed in that place was way beyond what existed in the current world. Looking at the values that remained after he died, he felt himself start to get excited.

Their research was bearing fruits and very soon, everything would be great. Once again, the professor a different phone, and there he sent the latest report of the examinations that they had been doing on the werewolves.

On a certain remote are, Mathew stood while taking thoughts. After a while, he took his backpack and stored some food rations. They had developed a chemical that enabled werewolves to become weakened and dizzy when injected. Capturing a werewolf was always a nightmare. His left hand had the marks to bare. He had on a silicon hand, a result of his hand getting tone off as he wrestled one. Their regenerative abilities and speed made them very hard to hunt. The good thing was they were getting there.

His metallic hand, which operated like a robot was well equipped for his tasks. His shooting ability had even increased with time. Taking his motorcycle, and dressed in black cargo pants, black boots and of course a black biker jacket, he roved out of his place of residence. Off into the world to hunt. Intel had been coming and he knew just where to head towards.