Joey drove through the darkness of early morning, headed towards the "Klyne club".

A rush of evil excitement and desire ran up and down his spine, as he thought about the events that were going to occur soon. Yes, he had Feral and no matter what Klyne said, he was going to kill her.

"Not Klyne, me! I'm going to shoot her again and then I'm going to stuff her and put her up on my wall."

Joey's eyes burned. He rubbed them and glanced at the backseat. Feral was curled up in the corner and the Davey was lying across her lap. Joey saw small, dark red stains on the plush seat, and knew they were blood.

"Feral's blood."

An orgasmic happiness ran through his body. She was bleeding, and it wouldn't be long before she would bleed even more.

The car made a sharp turn around a corner. Joey heard a small groan, and turned to see Davey shift a little. Joey made a fist , just in case he had to smash Davey in the face again. But the kid just turned on his side.

After a few more blocks, Joey pulled up to the "Klyne club". The bright purple neon cast an ambient glow down onto the empty street. It was too late, or maybe too early, for people to be inside the club.

As if on cue, two large men came out to the car. They lifted the limp bodies of Feral and Davey over thier shoulders and instructed Joey to follow them inside.

Joey followed them into Klyne's office. They dropped the bodies on the floor. "Leave." Klyne instructed. They left, closing the door behind them.

"Joey, you've done well. I must admit that I'm surprised you were able to find her so quickly. But let's not dwell on how and think about what. As in, what am I going to give you for doing such a good job?" Klyne brought a black leather briefcase onto the desk, and began to rap his fingers against it.

"Mr. Klyne, that won't be nescessary. I simply want one favour."

Klyne's face grew suspicious. "What kind of favour?"

Joey pointed at Feral. " I want to do it. I want to kill her. You have to let me!! Please!! She fucked with my brain using her mutie powers or something, i can feel her in my head!! She won't leave me alone, so now I have to make her shutup for good!"

Klyne shook his head slowly, and a grin spread across his thin lips. "Tsk, tsk Joey. You shouldn't ask for things that you know I can't give. I already told you that I am going to kill her, and that is final. So, please just take the money for a job well done, and get some sleep."

He pushed the briefcase across the desk towards Joey.

Joey's face twisted in anger and he threw the briefcase across the room. "NO! I am going to kill her! I am going to shoot her goddamn brains in, and that is final!!!" he said pulling out his gun." And if you don't like it Mr. Klyne, I guess I'm going to have to kill you too."

Klyne remained calm, as the barrel of the pistol was shoved into his face, " Look, Joey, you're obviously not feeling well. Somethings wrong. Go home and get some sleep, and we'll discuss this in the morning!"

"No. NOW!!!" Joey raised the gun and shot into the wall, as if to warn Klyne that he wasn't kidding.

Klyne was quickly getting irritated with Joey. This situation was getting out of hand. What was to a be a small celebration had become a threat on Klyne's life. And no one threatened Klyne.

no one.

Klyne reached under his desk and ripped out his gun. Without a second thought, he shot Joey right in the head.

Joey had no time to react.

Klyne got up from his desk and walked over to the bloody mess of Joey lying in the corner of his office. " Such promise. Yet your ambition killed you. Such a waste."

He returned his attention to Feral and Davey.

An hour earlier. Somewhere outside the "Klyne club".

Beulah Mowry brushed her stringy black hair out of her eyes.

"C'mon girl keep yer focus." She thought.

The club had been quiet for a few hours now, with the exception of two big men coming in and out from time to time. She assumed they were the bouncers.

"Ah wonder how ah'm gonna get in there? How am ah gonna get past those damn bouncers? I could threaten them with my gun......but that isn't fool-proof!"

She sighed heavily. "Fuck!"

As she sat in the driver seat of her car, Beulah's thoughts began to wander.

"I have to find out where this Klyne sicko has taken all those girls. Some of them aren't old enough to drive yet, and have families who are tearing themselves apart over the dissappearance of thier daughters."

She remembered the huge three-ring binder she saw at the police station, and all the missing notices.There were twenty-seven in all.

Beulah was a private investigator, and working with the L.A.P.D. to locate these missing girls. She had been on the case for three months, and all that work had led her up to this night. Klyne was a notorious crime-lord, with a sweet-tooth for pretty young girls. He didn't just keep them around to pimp though. He had a sick fascination with them, that was well-renound in the criminal underground. So far, what had happened to these girls was a mystery, but tonight, Beulah was gonna get answers.

Beulah looked out the car window in time to see a young asian woman be escorted to her car by one of the bouncers.

" I could go in there and pretend to be a customer." she thought.

This seemed to be the obvious choice ,of course, but that course of action made her a little uncomfortable. A million "what if's" ran through her brain.

"What if I got caught? What if Klyne made me his personal slave? What if I got drunk while I was inside? What if I have a run in my stockings?"

"What if you stopped being such a coward?" something inside of her seemed to say.

Feral was unconcious. At least she knew that. It was what she didn't know that bothered her.

That little prick bastard Joey had shot her. Next time she saw him, she would feed him that little gun of his. But first, she had to wake up, and that didn't seem like an option right now.

She was unsure of where she was and who was with her.

"Davey."

She hoped with all her heart that he was okay.

"Wake up Feral." she thought.

Beulah saw the car pull up an hour later. She gasped when she saw the bouncers pick up two bodies from the backseat and walk inside with them. The driver of the car followed them in.

Beulah knew that this was her window of opportunity. If she didn't go in now, she would end up sitting in the car the whole night.

She quietly stepped out, taking in the cool, early morning air. Stars still shone above her in an ebony sky, that was slowly graying. She pulled on her black trenchcoat, threw off her high heels, and ran across the empty street in stocking feet. Her skirt was uncomfortably tugging at her ass as she ran, and she could feel the sweat on her breasts.

Needless to say she was nervous, as she entered the bar. It was completely empty. Shot glasses were lined up on the bar, and the smell of smoke hung in the air.

Beulah poked around in a few booths, and behind the bar. she heard muffled voices coming from behind a door, near the bar. She saw the handle turn, and ducked behind the bar. Two male voices were whispering to each other about some "freaky wolf-woman", and her kid. Beulah wasn't sure what that meant, but then she remembered the two bodies.

"Klyne has got that wolf-woman in there. And a kid? Oh my god!"

Beulah couldn't stand the thought of a child being harmed. It sickened and angered her in every way possible. She wouldn't let Klyne hurt that boy.

Just then Beulah heard a shot come from inside the room.

This made her snap. She jumped up from behind the bar, and saw the two bouncers standing there. Her prescence caught them off-gaurd for a second, and that was all she needed. She pulled out her gun and shot them both in the chest. They collapsed, gasping for air, and convulsing slightly.

Beulah threw open the door to Klyne's office. Klyne stood staring down at Feral and Davey. She saw a bloody mess in the other corner of the room, and noticed the crumpled mass that was Joey.

"Well, well, what have we here?" Klyne said looking up at Beulah.

"Get down on the ground now, Klyne, and I won't be forced to shoot you." she pointed her gun at him.

Klyne wandered over behind his desk. "Now my dear, we don't need to be rude! I might have to get violent." He pulls out his gun.

Beulah noticed Feral's arm move a little.

"She's waking up." she thought.

Klyne pointed his gun over at Davey. " I might have to get very violent." He let a shot loose into Davey's arm.

Without a second thought, Beulah shot Klyne in the stomach. His face contorted in pain and confusion.

Beulah gasped with fright, as Feral jumped to her feet.

Feral holwed and pounced on an unsuspecting Klyne, slamming him into his seat. "Wha...What the fuck?" Klyne muttered." I thought you were knocked out."

"YOU MADE A BIG MISTAKE! YOU MADE A VERY BIG MISTAKE!!" Feral screamed into Klyne's confused face. His eyes grew wide with horror. He had no idea what Feral was going to do next. He was bleeding from the stomach. Those were his last thoughts as she slammed his head into the wall, until it cracked. She watched as his eyes rolled up into the back of his head.

Feral rushed over to Davey's bleeding body and cradled him in her arms. She looked up at Beulah, whose pale white skin was covered in specs of Klyne's blood.

Two hours later.

Beulah sat in the waiting room, tired, and sick to her stomach with worry. Five minutes after Klyne's death, the police arrived and Beulah sorted everything out with them. They found documents explaining where the missing girls were being held. Beulah then rushed Davey, who was bleeding badly from the arm, and Feral, who was also suffering form a gunshot wound, to the hospital.

She was relieved that she was good friends with one of the doctors there, named Martin Hills, or she might not have ever been able to get someone to help Feral. Even hospitals had a hard time accepting mutants into their facilities.

Dr. Hills came out and sat down next to Beulah.

"Well, how are they?" she asked.

"The boy, Davey, is doing well. We removed the bullet from his arm, and dressed the wound, He should be better in a few weeks or so. It will be sore for a while ,though."

"And how is Maria?"

"We were able to successfully remove the bullet from her stomach, and dress the wound. But we had to operate on her. We ran a few tests on her and found that she was bleeding internally. We were lucky to find this, or she might have died. She will be fine now. Just a few weeks to recouperate form the surgery, and she will be good as new."

Beulah was relieved to hear this. "Can ah see them?"

"Sure. Go ahead."

Beulah walked into the room, and saw Davey and Feral on adjoining beds. Davey was asleep, but Feral was awake, staring out the window.

"Maria?"

Feral cocked her head around and stared into Beulah's eyes. "You saved my life. Thank you."

"uh...sure..no problem. ah'm glad to help." Beulah took a seat next to Feral's bed. "How are ya feeling?"

"I've been better, I suppose, but it's better than dying. I'm just glad the kid is alright." Feral glaned over at Davey's sleeping body.

"You really care for him, huh? He your brother?" Beulah asked.

"Nope. He's a total stranger. I love him like a son."

"oh...." Beulah was dumbfounded at Feral's words. They were strong, severe, and sudden.

"I dunno what we're gonna do now. We don't have a home to go back to. I can't run in this condition either."

Beulah as taking in what Feral was saying. " You could stay with me....if you wan't."

"You would do that for us?" Feral asked, touched deeply by this gesture of kindness.

"..sure..ah couldn't stand the though of you or that boy running the streets. Please, come stay with me. I have more than enough room at my apartment. I would be happy to have you....." Beulah said and smiled.