The blood splattered all over his hands and he felt the changes running faster. A tail split out from his spine and his canines elonged.
"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
Brian yelled at the top of his lungs, though not to herald his continuing transformation. He was heralding his fight against it.
In his young years Brian was always a little weird. He had lots of friends and such but he was still very weird. He loved werewolves, transformations, furries and lots of weird stuff. And as a kid, he learned alot about werewolves.
He racked over his whole body in huge waves of determination. One line of his favourite song racking through his mind: "Indestructible. Determination that is incorruptable."
He concentrateed harder, sending waves of mental pain through his entire body. He screamed again.
"NOT WITH ME! I'M NOT GIVING UP WITHOUT A FIGHT!", he yelled again, grasping his head and shaking violently.
He racks over his body again, feeling his resources draining. He couldn't go on much longer. His whole mind was wracked.. His wolf side fighting his human side. As his human side was attacked, massacred and brutally bashed, he felt...
his tail retreating. His mind was instantly engulfed in a warm glow. He had won! His other features returned back to normal. As he started to feel his body return back to him, his mind was flooded again with a new feeling: The feeling of POWER.
Since his wolf side was now under his control he could use it. Slowly, he stood up from the ground and looked around with a look of cool relaxation on his face. To his dismay, the rest of his science team wasn't doing that good. He saw John, now a huge, black werewolf, slowly turn in his direction. He showed his huge canine teeth and with a earshattering howl pounced Brian!
But Brian was faster. With speed that would make a Kung Fu master proud, he moved to the side a bit and gave him his elbow right to his snout! With incredible speed Brian stepped over and gave him a hard solar-plexus only to jump up and give him the hardest roundhouse kick since Chuck Norris kicked the Apollo V into space.
The Lycan whipped to the side, landing hard on his stomach, bleeding from his mouth. Calmly Brian walked over and said:
"So, who's the Alpha here?"
The downed Lycan only whimpered. Then it struck Brian like a slap to the face. He looked around and saw the others had disappeared.
"FUCK!", he yelled. Their were werewolves hunting in the white house!
"I have to do something, quick!" he searched feverishly for an idea. Then he remembered something, something that he once made many years ago. It never was used but it could be his last hope.
"I need File 42"