Isaac

"Are you sure you can handle her?" I asked Marissa.

Together we had thrown Danielle into the exit, breaking down the door.

"Yeah," said Marissa, breathless, pulling her long her out of her face.

"Go help them with Allen. He's a bigger issue."

"Alright."

I ran over to their direction and saw Allen and Donovan in wolfman forms, going head to head. Jamie was an incredibly large wolf but he looked minuscule compared to those two. I assumed Allen was the one Jamie kept nipping at, but he wasn't doing much to help  Donovan. Allen and Donovan were swinging at each other like they were in a fistfight, going back and forth, causing the room to shake. A part of the ceiling fell on Allen's head, but he swatted it away like it was a minor annoyance. Both of the stopped and faced each other. You could see the exhaustion on their faces. Donovan, sensing it was over, began to shrink back into his regular form. 

"You're so stupid," he panted. "Look, I'm sorry about Danielle's family. We didn't by know. You can't blame us for all the things that have happened."

Donovan should have waited until Allen became human to say that.
He kicked him dead in the chest and Donovan smacked the windows slightly cracking it, but not really making a dent.

"How thick is that glass?" I asked Jamie.

He shrugged his shoulders and kept his eyes on Allen as he transformed back into human.

"Allen, you need to calm down. Gabriel's all in your head right now, so you need to get-"

"No he isn't."

Allen popped his neck and covered his mouth, coughing from the smoke. Once he got his breathing under control, he surveyed the room, expressionless.

"Well.. if you're sure you're okay, we can get back to what we planned." asked Jamie.

All of them looked over and saw Marissa and Danielle still fighting. Danielle was moving as swift as a snake but it was clear she was exhausted. Her anger spurred her forward, but it could only do so much. After killing so many vampires, I didn't see how she had any fight left in her.

"Screw the plan." murmured Allen. He slowly walked over towards the captive werewolves while Donovan got up and made his way to him.

"Good idea," said Jamie. "We should free them."

"He's not trying to free them!" Donovan shouted as he tackled Allen just in time. Allen's right arm has turned hairy and dark, ending in extremely sharp claws.

"What are you doing?!" Jamie screamed as we all rushed to subdue him.

Allen broke free of Donovan's grip and pummeled him into the floor, bloodying up his face. Jamie reached out and Allen stuck his claws into his stomach lifting him up and throwing him towards me. I caught him and set him down gently while Allen rose to his feet.

"What's your problem?!" I demanded.
"You must still be under Gabriel's control."

Allen stared at me with no thought, no expression. Just complete emptiness.

"I already said I'm not."

"Then what's going on with you?!"

Allen scowled at me.

"What's going on? Are you serious? What do you think is going on? These vampires, werewolves and mages, have been controlling every single step I make. My roommate apparently had been working with them before me and Danielle even discovered the bunker and now he's dead. Danielle's family is dead!" He shouted.

"And that wasn't the vampires. That was them." He pointed to Jamie and Donovan.

"People all over the city turning into big monstrous mutts because of them. Becoming victims just by being near them! People going feral, mauling their families, just by walking past these three in a shopping mall. The same is probably for these other ones too." He pointed to the captives.

"I'm going to end it. I'm gonna kill them so they can't infect anyone else."

"You don't know how insane that sounds?! You can't kill them all! Just close your eyes and think about what you're saying." I told him.

"When I close my eyes," he began, staring at me fiercely. "I see a big dead animal in my arms. I see Danielle's sister and father torn to shreds by her mother, and Danielle herself might be insane, tortured by the vampires. I don't need to close my eyes to see that, it's right here. I'm ending this. These vampires are going to wish they never met me."

"I'd be okay with you killing vampires, that's what we came here for," said Donovan, smacking Allen in the jaw with a sickening crack.

"But you also want to kill the werewolves, and I can't let you do that."

Allen pulled himself together and fixed his jaw.

"You aren't strong enough to stop me."

Donovan growled and broke into a run, slowly transforming while lumbering forward.

"Don't think you're big and bad, I have the same form as you do!" he roared.
"You won't win this, that's a promise!" He uttered his last words as his form completed and his eyes glistened with hatred.

He arched back for a full powered swing but Allen had other plans. He held his hand palm forward and the building shook. The floor cracked under Donovan's feet and he fell through it, going ten, twenty, maybe thirty floors down. The newly made hole made the alarms sound even louder, and it was easy to see the bottom floors were burning as well.
How did the fire start?

Jamie kept clutching his stomach as he got closer to the captives.

"You can't kill them Allen. You can't be certain that every single one of them would infect a normal person."

"It's not a chance I'm willing to take either." He replied.

Allen made orbs of fire in his hands, but they quickly dimmed and sputtered. He stared at his hands for a few seconds before closing his fists and extinguished the flame. But Allen wasn't done. He raised his right have in the direction of the other captured werewolves and all of their chains flew into the air simultaneously. They were ripped out the walls and they kept going up, shooting past the already broken ceiling and lifting the werewolves off of their feet. That was the first time they actually looked alive, because they all snapped up at once and started screaming in pain and terror.

"NO!" screw Jamie. He ran towards the werewolves and I ran towards Allen, while Marissa screamed from the side.

"Allen don't!"

"That alpha crap won't work on me." He replied bluntly.

"I bet this will!"

Allen turned around and saw Marissa had Danielle in firm headlock, and she was not letting go.

"If you kill them," Marissa started. "I... I'll kill her!"

Danielle began thrashing wildly in Marissa's arms but she refused to let go.

She gave me the distraction I needed. I ran up to Allen and kicked him in the chest as hard as I could, knocking him down for a couple seconds at the most.

The chains holding the werewolves stopped flying into the ceiling, and they all hit the floor in harsh thud.
They didn't stop their screams of pain though. They looked at Jamie and I pleading for us to help them. If I could distract Allen long enough, Jamie might be able to.

Jamie ran over to the nearest one and grabbed at the chains on their throat.
He instantly recoiled, hands singed, but tried again. This time, the chains raised all of them off the ground and forced them into the same position they were in the first time.

"I don't think there's anything I can do!" He yelled at me.
"There's a hex on the chains!"

I didn't have time to come up with another idea. Allen rose up behind me, looking furious.

"Get in my way again and I'll kill you." He demanded and he punched me in my chest, causing my whole body to freeze.
The punch didn't particularly hurt, but I could feel all the power behind it, sapping my strength, sucking out my breath. I thought I was overreacting until I put my hand to my chest. I felt no heartbeat, at all.

He stopped my heart with a single punch.

He paid no attention to me as I collapsed on the ground, silently fading away. I pulled one of the vials Kim had given me out of my pocket and slid the contents down my throat. For a few moments everything started to slip away from me and I thought my concoction failed, when suddenly there was a sharp pain in my chest. It was sharper than a heartburn, it felt like a heart attack. I could feel the blood rushing to my head and I began to breathe again, but when difficulty. My body grew hot all over as if I had gotten a fever, and I saw the hair on my arms grow slightly. I felt the hair on my face grow too. I didn't expect the effects of the second vial to do this much, but at least I was still alive.
I took this time to recover as Allen marched toward Jamie, ignoring both me and Marissa. Jamie had turned into his wolf form and was guarding the other werewolves from Allen.

What could Jamie possibly be thinking? He knows he can't free them now without magic, what's the point in still protecting them?

"Get out of the way Jamie." Allen demanded. "Or I'll kill you first."

That seemed to shock Jamie, even though it was hard to notice in his wolf form. He bared his teeth and growled even louder, daring Allen to come close.

"Why would you kill him?" I asked, trying to give someone, anyone, a little extra time to take action. If Marissa could finish Danielle...

"I thought you guys were friends."

Allen looked my way, and my heart skipped a beat in fear.

"The werewolf disease killed Danielle's family, and these three were the ones that brought it to them!" He eyes flared with flames.

"I won't explain myself again. I'm killing every werewolf here, making sure no one else in the city gets turned into a beast."

"Well what about you?!" I shouted, suddenly gaining courage.

"They turned you too, in case you've forgotten! Are you gonna include yourself in this stupid little purge? Are you going to kill yourself too?!!"

He went silent for a second, and so did Jamie. The silence was broken soon, however, when Marissa lost her grip and Danielle broke free. She kicked away and slashed Marissa's throat, causing a horrific amount of blood to stream from her neck. She staggered to a walk before sliding down onto the floor. Jamie, enraged, roared so hard the floor trembled and he chased after Danielle, pure fury in his eyes. Allen raised his hand again and the ceiling crashed on top of Jamie, burying him in rubble. A refrigerator from the floor above us also fell down on him, and it seemed like it would take a while to get free by himself. Danielle dashed out of the room without a second thought, running off to who knows where.
I saw Allen breathe a sigh of relief before looking back at me.

"You," he replied quietly. "You cured yourself of lycanthropy didn't you?" You can fix me. You can make me a human again."

"Well the cure I made for myself wasn't perfect, it had flaws."

Allen frowned. "Such as?"

I looked around and realized I had slowly been backing away the whole time, and he had been taking the same steps forward.

"I still had my strength, agility, and endurance." I told him.

"Well that's even better!" He replied.

"That, and... I could always still feel the werewolf inside of me. I still do. That last transformation... It may have scarred me for life."

"I don't care." He growled. "Cure me."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw two hands reach up from the giant whole in the floor. Human hands. Both of the hands were cut up pretty badly but one was holding a sharp looking object that sparkled. They finally got a good hold and when they pulled themselves up, it was Donovan! I don't know what that sharp thing is, but I had a good guess of what he'd do with it. Allen was still staring at me, I needed to keep him distracted.

"It would take a long time to make one that would be compatible for you, plus I would have to test it, and-"

I saw the werewolves glance up and link at Donovan. I could tell some of them were about to scream for his help, it was on the tip of their tongues.
I broke out into a full run towards my right, with Allen following me closely behind, right as one of the werewolves screamed,

"Oh, thank God. Please save us, hurry!"

Allen turned and saw Donovan as soon as I smacked into the wall and fell. He conjured up a long silver pole that was two inches thick and sharply tipped on both ends and threw it like a javelin towards the unsuspecting werewolves. It pierced Donovan straight through his heart and went clean through five of the vampires heads, killing all but one.

"NOO!" I screamed in horror as Donovan and the werewolves all dropped, including the one that lived, still being chained to the others. I grabbed Allen and punched the evil grin off his face, breaking his jaw and skull. I dropped him like trash and ran over to Donovan.

"Donovan, it's gonna be okay, alright? You're going to live through this!"

I let the pole burn my flesh as I pulled out of Donovan's chest. Seeing it go straight through five people's heads made my stomach churn.

"Donovan... hey, man, hey. Are you still with me?"

He didn't respond, he stared through me as if I wasn't there, until I felt him touch my hand. He was sliding the sharp sparkling object into my hands.

"Free... Him." Donovan whispered.

I scooted over to the only survivor and saw that he had passed out from the ordeal. I took the blade to the chain on his neck and it sliced through like butter.  I did the same to the ones binding his hands and I put him in a sitting position. Looking back at Donovan, I saw the emptiness in his eyes. He was gone, for now at least.

"I hope you didn't think you actually hurt me!" Allen called out from the other side of the room. 

I tensed up, preparing for an attack, but he wasn't walking in my direction. He was walking towards Marissa and Jamie.

"GET AWAY FROM THEM! I shouted, running to save them as more of the building started falling on us.

"Don't waste your breath," Allen replied, dodging the debris. "You can't do anything to stop me."

"Try me," I snarled. I hadn't even taken the last vial yet, but I was already beginning to feel like my old self. I wasn't sure if I hated this change, or liked it.

"What could you possibly do to hurt me in any way?" He laughed and made the rubble covering Jamie fly away and revealing his limp wolf form. Looking closely, he appeared to be injured more than I first thought. He should have gotten up by now.

"This." I replied. I took the last vial out my pocket and drunk it quickly.

"What did you do, heal yourself?"

My body got warmer and I started shaking uncontrollably.  I could feel my teeth getting sharper, cutting my lip as I continued to grow.  In seconds I towered over him, my wolf man form feeling being, greater than it was when I first became a werewolf.  Allen raised his arms, taunting me. His skin got darker and his eyes became canine. 

"So... not only did you cure yourself, you made another potion to return your wolf form. That's what you used at the gas station, isn't it?"

I said nothing, still trying to adjust to my wolf form.  I wiped away a ton of slob from my snout and stared him, down.

"Fine then," said Allen. "You're going to make me a cure one way, or another."