"I... Think Ragnor has a solid point. We can definitely beat the Zealots as long as we have the element of surprise. And if this goes well, then we won't have to worry about extinction ever again."

The blonde vixen looks up to you, as do most of the Wolves. Ragnor laughs, and pats you on the back. Gideon, on the other hand, merely frowns, closes his eyes, and announces, "Right. Welcome to the family, Vampy. I'd rest, we're all practically nocturnal here anyhow.

The cloaked Ragnor frowns, "Are you sure? I was just about to bring out the alcohol..."

"No alcohol, Ragnor. We have a long night tonight, lots of training we need to go through. I don't think some of us here have actually fought Zealots."

Ragnor nods, and the rest of the Wolves shuffle back to their blankets. Gideon shuts the lantern off, and heads down the hatch, disappearing after a thud.

Meanwhile, you find a piece of concrete that is comfortable enough to meditate on, and begin to close your eyes... Only to realize that all the Wolves are watching you for some reason. They're all smiling, and the pretty one in particular seems to watch you in the dark of day. At some point during the night, she leans towards you to whispers, "Hi, I'm Cecilia." She giggles.

"Uh, hi." You whisper back lamely.


The next couple of days fly by, and you manage to go over the histories of your new friends, as well as prepare them for the fight.

You gideon's tale.

Hours pass quicker than you'd want during the training sessions. You've realized that the Wolves are powerful, but undisciplined, almost childish at times. But at the end of the night, you got work done. Yet, even after the night passes, Gideon routinely goes under the hatch. You've tried to peek at him, in interest of what he does when alone, but it brings no more results than asking around; zilch. But on one of those times you spend upside down, silently hanging from the hatch, Gideon turns around to acknowledge you.

The hunchbacked leader stares back at you with cold eyes, "What do you want, lad? You think it's possible I really do just like sitting down here, alone?"

Shocked, you suddenly lose your grip; only to land upright, as a cat would. "I, uh, maybe. But I've asked around, and people wonder about you, as I do. You're very... Silent, for a leader."

He laughs, "Leader? Hah, that's good, Vampire. I just do the heavy work, as always. Keeping watch is one of my duties."

"Don't put yourself down, Gideon. You seem to know what you're doing." You say, unsure how to respond to his glumness.

"Vamp, the camp here believes you-- and that's fine by me, I'll be honest and say I trust you too, but the fact that we'll be fighting the Church isn't a good thing, regardless of the rewards."

"Like our lives?"

"You're young and timeless, so it's not something you can really sympathize with." Gideon snorts, "No offense, Vamp."

"None taken, but what do you mean?" You say, letting him continue.

 "I don't think you really get what the Church is. I mean, I don't think anybody here does. Even Ragnor, he's blinded by rage and fury. He believes that the Church needs to be destroyed for the betterment of everyone, especially us. But..."

"But what?" By now you're getting a bit agitated at Gideon for being so ambiguous.

He turns his face away, "But he's dead wrong about it. Almost all of us here remember the treatments the Professor gave us. To say the least, you're lucky to have forgotten most, if not all of them. That man just bred hatred, even more than the religious back in the day." A pause. "He hurt us all, in so many ways. But worse yet, he made us hurt others. It started with killing evil, but then came to killing innocents, the only food-source left for us. And we followed him through fire and water, that man. Kurschner represented our hopes and dreams, true power for a true purpose. But he lied to us, and used us for himself, experimented with us, made sure our past lives weren't there so that there was nothing for us to go back to. Even I don't remember too much of what was before I became a Wolf. The dreams stop after you get comfortable in your form."

The older gentlemen continues, "By the way, are you still dreaming?"

"Uh..." You begin to realize that you indeed have stopped dreaming since you joined, "No, I rest much better now."

He frowns in return, "Best not get too comfortable here, then. Those dreams are your only way to know what is really going on."

"Which also reminds me, did you have somebody help you get out of the Facility before it was burnt down?"

"Err, yes." You nervously answer.

"Did he have a name?"

"Kelso."

"Who?"

"Ahem, uh, Kelso." You repeat, slower this time. "He said he knew you. Also mentioned a fellow named Stein."

Gideon bites his lip, "Never met a fellow named Kelso. Did he say anything else?"

"He mentioned being tasked with watching the Lesser Creations, along with several other elites."

"That explains it, though I can't say I know who he is under his new pseudo-name. I wonder where he is now..."

"I wish I knew, " you say, longingly, "he said he'd come back at some point, he was searching for the Professor."

"As do we all." Gideon says, closing his eyes, "Simon Kurschner was one evil, however brilliant man. A lot of our older members ran out in hopes to hunt him down, though they never returned..."