[ WP ] It 's a savage . They 've created a monster . Now it 's on the loose .

Unlike most times the alarm goes off it wasn ’ t a run of the mill raid. Most of the times the alarm goes off it isn ’ t directly followed by the wet and wretched remains of a man crashing through the roof of a nearby building. I summoned up a shaft of solid silver turning Alexei ’ s bed over while he slept. He was always a sharp one managing to wake up and animate a cloud of ash to avoid crashing straight into the floor. 
 “ Corentin, what the hell? ” He asked before another person exiting a building in the distance via a newfound entranced answered his questions better than I could have ever dreamed. Alexei burst through the window covered in a thick layer of ash and floated to the streets below. I leapt from the window and used a rope of silver to slow my descent to the rugged pavement. Instinctually I rolled and landed in a crouch legs wide before taking in the scene. 
 The evening crowds were having absolutely none of this. The sun had set minutes ago and with the school term starting soon there were people of all stripes running back home. The streets were an ocean of fear. Alexei and I using our manipulations of ash and silver respectively created solid paths above the crowd. The building that now sported two extra windows was the research wing of one of the local universities, not that the local universities usually billowed smoke like overworked smoke stacks. Another burst through, this time through a window, Alexei flipped off his cloud of ash before catching the man mid-flight using conjured ash in an attempt to lessen the impact. 
 The man tore through the ash and straight into Alexei, they hit the ground and skidded to a stop inches before the pavement. Hurried cars would have run them over if I didn ’ t summon up a wall of silver to stop any of the drivers who were mad with fear. Too busy focusing on them it caught me, a burst of black flames that burned with intensity not unlike that of the deepest pits of hell. I fell and when I tried to reform the silver pathway I ’ d conjured nothing happened. It was as if the pathway was never there to begin with. 
 “ Protocol thirteen, ” Alexei managed to coax out of the man before he succumbed. Alexei got up covered in blood from shaking the man. Ash covered his skin and his arms and legs started to glow with vicious red cracks, his breath became visible and red. I coated myself in silver and got ready. A man with patches of hair visibly growing out of his charred flesh stumbled out, he was looking down. Alexei blurted out another question trying to get a better grasp of the situation when the man leapt the twenty or so feet between us claws bare, snarling snout and spit flying wildly. He landed in a net made of sharpened silver and slipped to the floor in chunks. 
 A guttural cry left the building, it was crazed and a cacophony of tunes. A jet of the same black flames shot overhead and brought the buildings down atop Alexei and me. I struggled out half covered in rocks, it was easier to tell which bones weren ’ t broken by that rock fall. Moving forward with my left arm alone I managed to get a view of what was going on. 
 Ten feet tall and bristling with so many muscles that I was certain that even its claws had muscles stood Protocol thirteen. It had a mostly human body save the silky black fur nearly rendering it invisible. Then its most striking feature was the thick, shaggy juaguar head full of carnivorous teeth. 
 I dubbed it a were-jaguar before it leapt several dozen metres down the street over a S.W.A.T. squad that recently arrived. It dented in the roof of the transport vehicle behind them killing the driver and front passenger and in a blur of motion tore through almost all of the officers before they fired their weapons. The final one unloaded his HK-45 submachine gun into the towering mass of flesh as it walked towards him oblivious to the damage being done and swatted him dead like a fly. The were-jaguar leapt skyward and out of my limited field of view. 

