Alone. He was alone and hurting. And completely naked. In a small alleyway in god knew where. He had no clue how he had gotten here. Last he knew he had been at the wolf reserve working. He had found out that his workplace actually had a secret bunker underneath it where they were working on creating some sort of super-soldier werewolves. They hadn't had any luck by what he had found but him and Ezekiel decided to do some snooping. That turned out to be a completely stupid idea as they had been caught. What had really been the icing on the cake was that this thing which he had heard one of the guards say. They planned on using their "new" recruits as guinea pigs. He had nearly scared himself shitless at the thought. He was scared for his best friend too. He had a crush on Ezekiel for awhile but now to think that they might die together in this hellhole was terrifying.

After being taken downstairs they had been put on these tables and had all kinds of gadgets hooked up to them. After what seemed like forever this really creepy guy came in and started to explain everything to them. He said that they were working on making super-soldiers and that they had been trying to turn the wolves into humanoid soldiers to fight for them but that they hadn't had much success. They had planned on using humans at some point but that with the two of them there they wouldn't have to worry about it. Atticus thought it ironic that his last name was Wolfe and they were going to inject him with wolf genes. Wolfe the Wolfman. Terrible.

Atticus was a strong person but this was just too much. Sure he had dealt with an abusive father but this alone was far worse. He might just die to satisfy these peoples evil ideas. He looked over to Ezekiel who was looking just as scared as him and Atticus started to cry. He began to plead with the man; telling him that he wouldn't tell on them or that he wouldn't say a word but it was no use. The man just laughed as he filled a syringe with some wicked red liquid that Atticus didn't really want to know about. The man walked over to Ezekiel and when he was done injecting the stuff into his IV did the same with Atticus.

Nothing happened at first but then there was a burning sensation in his body that went everywhere. His vision went blurry before evening out and next thing he knew he was in extreme pain. It felt like his whole body was being ripped apart. His head felt like it was about to explode and his back felt like someone was stretching it beyond what it should be. He mind blanked for a moment before he realized he wasn't in straps anymore. He looked around and he didn't see Ezekiel. All he saw was shambles. It had looked like someone had torn the place apart. Not wanted to be there he ran. There were people all around and he just shoved them out of the way like they were dolls. He knew something was wrong with him. Just looking at his body he knew that whatever they had injected him with had worked to some degree.

He made his way out of the place and ran into the woods not stopping until he just couldn't go anymore and the strain of everything caught up to him. He lost track of time and where he was and he just collapsed.

When he awoke he found himself in trash. Sitting up he panicked. What was he doing here and why was he hear. Standing up he saw people walking by the alley. He called out for help but no one seemed to hear him. Or maybe it just because he was too scared to be loud. After a moments thought he looked around and after finding some discarded clothe he covered himself and made his way to the end of the alleyway. Standing there he looked at the people who walked by. He was getting some serious stares from them. Then again it wasn't everyday you saw a half naked kid. "Hey can anyone call the cops or something? I seriously need help. My mom is probably worried about me. Please help me!" He asked pleadingly; tears coming freely.

Maks was in a somewhat good mood. After all, he just barley was able to make it to Central city last night. Turns out, a couple jewelry stores in Starling City had instaled old fashioned tripwires, and, the second he went behind the cash register... boom. Alarms, cops, the whole deal. He didn't even escape with a single earring. That did not matter, however. As of today, and for a few weeks, he was in Central City. It would allow for him to contact others easier, since he mainly is in Starling City, and the others here. It would be nice to meet Karakov face at face again... yet, as he heard a voice - a young one, no less - coming from his side, pleading for help, he quickly removed his hands from his black jacket, and, his dark shoes clacking on the ground, he walked a bit closer to the kid. A bit worried, he said, a Russian accent in his voice, "Quiet, quiet... I'll get some friends. We'll fix you up, just... quiet.", as he reached into his Jeans pocket, and, dialing a number, put it up next to his ear, and, in Russian, said, "Иван? Да, это я. Просто ... иди сюда. Встретимся в переулке возле треть. Я нашел ребенка, о позднем подростковом возрасте. Он сильно пострадал. Принесите Kakarov, а также. Хорошо, увидимся в ближайшее время. Пока.", and, as he finished, a muffled voice replied, as he nodded, and hung up. He looked back towards the kid, and said, the accent a bit thick, a bit of worry in his voice aswell, "Now... are you hurt?", as he loocked the kid in the face. If he was going to be a criminal, he might aswell be kind. Afterall, it's a kid. Who would such a thing, less think of it? He was, geniuenly, worried. This kid looked no older than eighteen years old, probably younger... maybe his age, when he came to America himself. This kid, also, seemed to have very terrible looking clothes - if you could call them that. Was he homeless? God, that made it even worse.

Ezekiel was on the run he had no idea where he was going or where his friend was he just needed to distance himself from them whoever they were. He was scared for some reason though he could not remember why. All he remembered was he was snooping around the wolf reserve with his friend when he saw something that they weren't suppose to see. They seemed to of set off some sort of alarm and before they were able to run they were surrounded. Being taken down to some sort of lab where they were strapped to tables.

Ezekiel was the first to be injected and when he woke up he was angry and he broke free from the leather straps that held him down and slashed Atticus' before he ran off. He could barely see though he tried to make his way through the woods. He almost made it to the end of the reserve though he tripped and fell into a hole he then blacked out. When he woke up he was in a cage of sorts. Growling at the guard who opened the which seemed a little too wide as he was jumping over him and landing on the other side. He sped off this time his sight was better and he could made his way out of the reserve.

Realizing that he was thirsty he stopped and drank from a puddle well lapped up the water. When he looked up he saw a wolf looking back at him. This startled Ezekiel slightly until he realized that it was him. He ran all night until he tired and broke into an abandoned building where he curled up in a corner. When he woke up he was in human form and was naked noticing this he broke into a clothing store and made out with a couple tank tops and a couple paisr of jeans as well as a two hoodies. Putting these on as he ran out he just missed his friend Atticus he wondered what had happened to him. Then he caught his friend's scent and he changed his direction towards him. The extra clothes that he had picked up without even realizing it were for Atticus if he needed them.

Looking back out of the alleyway as he waited for the wounded boy to respond, he saw another person walking by, carrying a set of clothes. This person could, possibly, help, since Ivan and Karakov were running a bite late, it seemed. Motioning for the person to come over, he said, his accent thick, "You, kid - Over here!", as he still crouched down next to the kid. He was, as he was before, genuinely worried. It was as if luck itself smiled down upon him when Maks spotted the kid with the clothes.

(Sorry if it's short/late.)