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From the basement came the sounds of chains, rattling and being tossed against iron bars of a cage. Loud snorts and heavy breathing was heard while some men were calling for help to hold the chains tigh or tie them to the walls.
When the man got out of the basement, the creature they had captured, usually continued to make loud noises as if it was going to break the building in until it would grow silent.
This was in Wolfsburg, a city in Germany. Some villagers had, with the help of german soldiers, successfully captured a very rare creature. A creature, the third Reich wanted to use for the war that was going on since weeks. So they had locked it up in the basement of a tavern, since this basement actually had chains made out of silver. The only material that worked against a creature like him.
Needless to say everyone was rather nervous. If this monster would get better and break out, they were all as good as dead. They were all just waiting for the leader, the one who had send them out to hunt for this creature and soon they saw his car parking before the tavern.
Two soldiers ran up to the car, saluting as they held their weapons high. “Herr Major, Sir! We’ve sucessfully capturing a single one, more were not to be found. It’s like, they vanished over the past weeks.”
The Doc was with the Major, opening the door of the car for him and smirking rather excited. He could not wait to see it. A creature straight from hell, terorrizing humans since centuries and soon be used against the enemy…
The Major stepped out of the car, his black boots splashing in a puddle underfoot. He looked down disinterestedly regarding the state of his boots before looking up at the mundane, cloudy sky. He looked as if he hadn’t a care in the world, besides his mild disgruntlement at the poor weather; but obviously that was far from true.
Despite his act of indifference the Major felt like a child before its birthday. He had to resist the urge to rub his hands together in eager anticipation as the soldiers filled him in on the situation.
Ah, he hoped it was not a runt.
A pack of werewolves had been detected and that was a most miraculous find but the incompetent soldiers apparently were only able to capture one. Major had two assumptions for the captured beast: it was either a runt who could not keep up with the pack, or it was an alpha that had fought without abandon or hesitation and had eventually worn itself out.
Major knew which was more preferable but the truth was both would need training, for starters: it had already been caught. He could not risk it being caught ever again.
He tipped his head to the soldiers and walked into the tavern, walking past a timid Inn Keeper and his wife who looked suitable terrified at the situation.
“Awful weather, isn’t it,” he tsked, brushing off a few raindrops him his lapel, “now, where are you keeping him?”
The Inn Keeper and his whife gave a very respectful bow, shaking to the core as they gave a nod. They couldn’t believe how this man could walk down there so calmly. While his wife was holding on to his arm, the man pointed to the basement door with a shaky hand.
As he pulled himself back together, he moved to unlock the door and take a step aside. “He’s in there..” Grasping his hat he pressed it against his chest in a nervous way.
The Doc simply gave an amused smirk and seemed barely able to hold back his excitement. Taking two soldiers with them, the Major and the Doc walked down the stairs, deeper down into the basement until they reached the rooms which was covered in various locks and chains.
After the door was opened, the sound of quietly rattling chains was heard and heavy breathing. The Doc nodded towards one of the soldiers to turn the light switch on and as the small light bulb finally began to come to life, the sight of a man was in front of them.
Strong build, probably in his mid twenty with wild, blonde hair that was falling over his right eye and framing his face. The Doc stared with interest at the man before them. He looked human but his eyes held the wild anger of a creature that wanted to rip, hunt and kill.
Hans was tied to the wall by chains. Two around his wrists, two around his ankles, one around his neck and a muzzle for his face. All these chains were made out of silver instead of steel which caused red wounds to appear on the mans skin, like he had been branded with hot iron.
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