It was happening again. His people stolen by interlopers. At deaths door. And there he stood. Perfect health. Afraid. Enraged. So very enraged. Marco would've been reliving a nightmare. But times were different. If only for one reason.
Marco snorted pure tufts of steam from his nostrils as he reached for the mountain ash cloth wrapping his arm.
Before he could reach it, the Alpha WereWolf moved in a blur inside the dark hallway. As he moved— like a black cloud of muscle, he let his long horrifying arms and clawed hands shatter the windows of the patient rooms lining the halls.
"HAAGHSH!!" He snarled as he flung thousands of glass shards at everyone.
Marco raised his arms to shield his eyes, feeling the glass bite and shatter against his slowly transforming skin. Before he could recover a massive weight smashed into his ribs, breaking them upon impact and knocking him off the ground.
He rocketed past the others towards the end of the hall, twisted up and mangled into a wrestling match of tooth and claw with the WereWolf.
"GET HIM— OUT!" Marco managed as more shapes in the dark appeared. They too had red eyes and hideous forms.
Wolffish and Leonine growls shook the floor as they tore fur and skin off eachother. The sounds blended in with the war slowly beginning at the other side of the hallway.
The Alpha bit down into Marco's shoulder. Marco brought his fist down onto the back of the monsters thick neck, forcing him to hack up his own blood and fur. The Wolf laughed and lunged back in like a demon in lust.
Marco brought up his bandaged arm, allowing the Alpha WereWolfs blade-like teeth to sever the bandage. Black dust filled his lungs as the mountain ash fumigated his ferocity.
"Dumb fuck." Marco snarled, voice changing octaves and accent as a new spark was awakened with the red glow of his experimental grave-markings.
Immediately his mind swirled, bogged down and out of focus by the voices and influences of far too many. His insides burned like coals in a furnace. The smell of his skin burning filled his nose. The sizzle of his body as he transformed once more shook his sharpened ears. Larger…. Faster …. Stronger.
He stood in a trance. Red sparks of light danced on his black and gold dreadlocks.
The Alpha WereWolf recovered.
"They told me to be wary of the Marked One. You look like you need to be wary of yourself more than anything…ha." He charged again, attempting to hammer his fist into Marco's thick snouted face.
Marco caught his fist and squeezed. Digging his hooked claws through his wrist and breaking his fingers.
The Werewolf snarled as Marco opened his eyes. Watching him from an equal gaze for the first time.
The WereWolf attempted to slash his face. He fell short as Marco lunged into the fast moving hand, head butting it hard enough to crack the Alpha's fingers on his forehead.
"AHH—"
His yell of pain fell short as Marco lunged in, bitting down on the top of his snout with a wet crunch.
He shook like a dog, trying to snap the werewolves neck. At the same time the WereWolf dug his claws into Marco's midsection.
The two musclebound monsters threw themselves around the hallway like rag dolls.
Marco shook and swung the WereWolf through a wall. The Werewolf got his footing and dug his claws deeper to try and throw him out of the window only for Marco's feline agility to save him.
It ended with Marco bit deep enough to snap his snout. The sound followed by the pained whine shocked everyone if only for a moment.
Marco took advantage and swatted away the WereWolves claws that were scratching his broken ribs.
Immediately he reached over the backside of the WereWolf, digging his hooked claws into the monsters low back. His claws bit deep. Pungent blood filled the air. He lifted his foot and front kicked the WereWolf while bending over him. As he straightened out to kick him away, Marco ran his claws up the WereWolfs back.
It was a quick and visceral action. His claws tore up flesh, ripped through the WereWolfs ribs— shattering them from behind, and severed meat from the spine in a spray of blood and bone.
The WereWolf catapulted down the hallway and smashed into one of his Alpha pack mates.
They tumbled through the battle, drawing attention and horror as the Wolf rolled over with his whole backside splayed like a tortured man from sixteenth century europe.
They all eyed Marco as he steamed up the hallway. He stood like a red-eyed behemoth surrounded by destroyed remains of the building and blood.
He flicked his fingers, flinging the blood and flesh off his claws and roared. The sound rippled down the hallway and shattered the rest of the windows.
The two other members of the Alpha Pack. A giant scarred man and woman picked up their ally and fled as the others succumbed to their wounds protecting Isaac.
Marco staggered for a moment. His midsection leaked profusely. His ribs creaked with every breath.
He sniffed, dropping down to all fours before hopping through the broken window and into an operating room.
A woman screamed.
"Shut up." Marco flipped over the wheeled bed she hid behind and boxed her off into a corner as he began ripping through drawers and cupboards.
She cried as he worked. The fear kept him awake.
***
Minutes— no, a minute passed. Adrenaline and combat tended to distort time.
Scott fell in and out of consciousness. He lost a lot of blood. He hadn't felt so human in a long time. The Alpha's cuts still burned like hell. He was slipping. Even as footsteps approached.
Red eyes watched him. They stood high in the dark sky. Angry. Awake. The air was distorted around them as if they were burning hot coals.
Something struck his skin. Fluids ran through his bloodstream. Sounds returned, his eyes opened wide enough to make his eyelids disappear. His heart hammered in his ears.
Marco stood over Derek punching him with needles . Scott looked at his arms to find three of the same. Nobody else around. But he could smell the rest of his pack nearby.
When he looked up again Marco was looking at him.
"Now isn't the time to question morality, Scott. Get on your feet. They're wounded…. We're hunting, now."