Mac can't control the beast (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wolfexperiment) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2013-07-08 10:33:00 |
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Arriving in Lawrence
Sunday night, July 7, 2013/Streets of Lawrence
TBD/In progress
Adam had called a meeting to introduce him to the rest of the pack so they'd know him, and know not to hurt him, because Adam was taking him under his wing. He was going to help him control the monster. Mac would be forever in Adam's debt if he managed to do that. Mac's collarbone, broken from Mercy whacking him with the crowbar, was healed now and he was glad for that. He had only just barely regained his human form as the last of the Columbian Basin pack slipped out the front door of Adam's house a few minutes ago.
He was trying to calm his nerves and work on not looking as uncertain about all of this as he felt when a knock came to the door. Adam was busy in the kitchen and since he was right there, Mac didn't see any reason not to go ahead and answer the door. He hopped up off the couch and ran over to open the door. There wasn't even time for him to react to the men on the other side of the door before the tranq darts were shot into him. Mac clutched his chest where the shots hit dead on at point-blank range as he fell to the ground. It burned like his body was set on fire, burning up from the inside out and it stung like a thousand bees unleased on him at once and oh, God, it hurt so much. He wanted it to stop. He didn't even care how, he just wanted it to be over. And then it was.
For a moment.
And then he woke up in an alley somewhere with no recollection of how he'd gotten there. Mac quickly checked himself for injuries, but there were none, just a small tear where the tranqdart had torn through his shirt. He could still feel a phantom sort of burning from whatever had been in that dart he was shot with. But once the injuries checked out, he realized he had no idea where he was and panic started setting in again. Had they captured him again? But, then, where was the semi-trailer with the cages and the other werewolves? Maybe they had decided he wasn't worth the trouble or that he was useless and had dumped him somewhere? Mac had no idea what was going on, but he knew he needed to find out. Maybe he could call Mercy, if he could just remember the number to her shop.