The Howlers from behind weren't just regular members of the gang. Their bodies started to morph and transform, changing into parts of beasts. Those who didn't transform were holding onto Anti-Altered weapons. These people were a special group within the Howlers. Nearly all of the Howlers, including non-Altered members, were trained by Crowley. He had daily lessons that would run three times a day, each time with a different group. However, Kai had told him to pay special attention to a particular group because they were all Altered. With the funds they received, they bought up all the Altered solutions they could from the black market, making themselves stronger. They also had Tom trying to work on a way of making his own Altered solutions. He was close, but it wasn't possible just yet. Either way, those most loyal to the Howlers had been selected, the ones that worked under the core leaders. One person in particular, Park, had an arm that started to transform into a hard shell th
The prison was always full of fighting. It was an everyday occurrence, but it wasn’t often that a person would go so far as to take it to death. When it did occur, not much was done about it in the prison.The guards turned their heads and reported it as a casualty that couldn’t be stopped. What would occur, though, was whoever was responsible would get another blotch on their record, and currently, Gary had been called back to the Warden’s office.She was seated in her chair, dressed in a heavy black uniform with a flat hat on top of her head. She had long painted nails, the tips colored black, similar to her thick black eyeliner.If there was one thing that was clear, the Warden liked the color black.“Gary Dem, do I need to remind you that your case hasn’t even fully been filed yet?” the Warden stated. “You are in here in the meantime while your case is being investigated, and because of what you have done, this will be added to your file, added to your crimes.”Gary didn’t reply.
Immediately after hearing the news, Gary felt something strange happening to his body. His hands, they wouldn't stop shaking. They were moving on their own. When he looked down, he also noticed his own fingernails; they were growing.They were turning into the deadly claws they would do when he used his controlled transformation, but he wasn’t using it right now. At the same time, they started to revert back, going back to his usual hands.The only thing that was staying consistent was that they wouldn’t stop shaking.“My mother, she’s... she’s awake, after all this time she’s finally awake,” Gary repeated. The words, the reality, it didn’t feel real. He would visit her often whenever he got the chance to.Often he was too busy, but not a single day had gone by in his life where he wouldn’t think about his mother. What would she think when she woke up, what would she think of what he had become, or what he had made?He was sure she would be in for a number of surprises, their nice new
It was a strange sensation that Gary couldn't quite shake off, a persistent urge that kept him sniffing the air. The scent was unmistakably emanating from the person in front of him. While not unpleasant, it was irritating, akin to the sneeze-inducing irritation one feels when sniffing pepper.The tingling in his nose grew more intense, compelling him to cut the conversation short with this enigmatic stranger. Despite his discomfort, his curiosity was piqued, leading him to address the issue directly.“The smell, it’s coming from you, why do you smell different from everyone else?” Gary inquired, unable to contain his curiosity any longer.Blackjack, slightly taken aback by the comment, noticed Gary’s incessant nose-rubbing and squinting. It was evident that Gary could smell him, and with no means to mask his scent, Blackjack had anticipated this moment.‘Well, I guess this confirms what he is,’ Blackjack thought, pondering Gary's unique ability. ‘But then, why doesn’t he know about m
Blackjack, a prisoner who was full of mystery, spent most of his time gambling with the other fellow inmates. During his time here, he hadn't made anyone he could really call friends to rely on, nor had he joined any group.There was just one fact that everyone did know, and that was the fact that he was strong. Now it seemed like he was about to fight one of the strong newcomers head to head.Both Gary and Blackjack had their eyes locked on each other. The latter had approached Gary thinking it was the right time, the time to use the other's powers to help him, but he just needed to see a little more from him before he could put all of his hope into this stranger. Especially since they were part of that group of people, and now, it felt like they were ready to clash at any moment.“I’m telling you now,” Blackjack said once again, the tone of his voice shifting, condescending as if he was speaking to a dog. His eyes were slightly changing color. “I order you to stand down; this is not
Walking around the prison, Gary knew where he was heading, where he would find this person known as Ice. While looking for Blackjack, he had actually stumbled upon the area before.The prison was essentially split into three different areas: North, South, and the middle section where large steps, which worked as seating areas for the prison, resided. This was where Stinger and his group would reside as well.However, everyone at night would have to go down through the hallways and cross paths to head to their rooms, which were stationed all over the area. It was during this time when most fights would occur as everyone headed back to their rooms, and those from different groups would end up in a scuffle.Before, it was a little difficult for Gary to move, but now as he was heading through the North side, the members seemed to ignore him.‘I guess after what I did with Stinger, and that other guy, the other groups are less likely to get involved with me. It’s alright for now… but I nee
Gary had thought of a number of things to get Ice to fight him, but depending on what type of person he was, allowed him to decide whether or not he would beat him and consume his body for the sake of his own strength, or just beat him to satisfy Blackjack’s requirements.However, it seemed like Ice was a bit stubborn, and it would be hard for him to fight with Gary. But that all seemingly changed when he started to mention that he was planning to escape.‘That riled him up for some reason, but I need to get ready to fight him. I know he has ice powers; I think anyone can guess that just based on his name and the situation we are in right now!’ Gary thought as he spread his legs further apart.[You might have messed with the wrong one this time! Defeat the opponent in the confrontation with the Mythical Type Altered.]‘A Mythical Type Altered?’ Gary raised his eyebrow at the system message in front of him. He knew of Mythical Type Altereds, and they were one of the rarest types of Alt
It was quite clear that Gary had been going about this fight the wrong way. Although he knew Ice would be strong, since he had beaten Stinger with ease, he thought that the other prisoners would be like that as well, but this person was completely different compared to those from before.Immediately, Gary had gotten up from his feet, lifting himself athletically off the floor, and he could see Ice already charging his way.“It looks like you still have some hope in your eyes of getting out of this place, which means I’m afraid I will have to keep giving you a pummeling!” Ice had a new large club made out of ice in his hands.He swung it down to hit Gary.[Lethal Pounce]Gary’s body jumped to the side, and right after, he had leapt to the side of Ice where he was wide open. The club had hit the ground, cracking the floor beneath it while also freezing it in places.[Claw Drain!]Gary’s fingernails started to extend as well, turning large and deadly, as he swung his whole arm, his finge