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milaramos
March 30th, 2007, 02:20 AM
Leaned up against the massive tree trunk, Michael inhaled the crisp, cool air in a series of rapid breaths. Sweat dripped off his forehead and his muscles spasmed as he took a momentary break. When he left work early that afternoon he already knew he would never return. When his bosses found out in the morning that he was gone, and so was the biological serum, a red alert would immediately be issued. His lab, and all his years of research was already destroyed, but it would not matter at all. He would be the main suspect and his name would be in the same sentence as thief, a traitor and who knew what else.
That is until it all fell apart.


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He had worked as a scientist for the government the past 10 years, lived by the beach four more years before that and went under the name Nathaniel Hazen. Such a strange thing one might say to call himself Nathaniel Hazen when his given name was Michael Trelawney. Then again, there were stranger things about him than just the change of his name. For instance, had a special storage station in <st1:state><st1>Texas</st1></st1:state> that contained items of great secrecy. Hence, the change of name. But if he were to confide in anyone the circumstances that forced him to start a new life, he knew that it would take to long to explain.
At first, he worried someone from his past would know what he was, who he was, but nothing came up to indicate his true identity. He never saw any of his people nor did he see feel anyone following him. Even though 10 years is a long time, it still doesnít stop one from looking over their shoulder. For the most part, he kept his life neatly tucked away, with no paper trail. He lived a quiet life and dedicated all his energy to his research. But that all changed. Now that he was once again Michael Trelawney, the things he took great pains to hide would now come out.
As a man on the run, he only took those things important to him. He stopped by his home, packed up as much as he could, picked up his black <st1>Labrador</st1>, Hunter and continued heading west. He didnít want to leave, he liked the life he made for himself as Nathaniel Hazen, but the decision was out of his hands. As he sped down the interstate, he looked in the rear view mirror again and took a deep breath. Everything he had sat in his front seat. He carried his laptop with his entire research, all the money from his now-closed bank account, Hunter and a few other provisions.
None of it would have happened if he never made up that biological agent. If he wasnít so dead set in making that serum, and spent more time researching just what it was for, he would have been able to see the clues. All along, he knew the government was interested in his special gene location research, but was too naÔve to think it could be used against him. He wanted to use it for something good. He wanted to use it to show the implications of genetic markers, how they can trace paranormal gifts within each and every human being on the planet. All the bugs had been worked out; all the sequencing and exams had been reviewed, analyzed and processed for publication. It was going to be the single biggest accomplishment of his life. His addition would state he was a viable member of society.
Not anymore.
Two weeks before he was to present the agent in a National Conference, news trickled about his newly designed experimental serum through the office gossips. The serum was never going to be used to as a gene locator. It was to be used as a gene pin-pointer. It was to be used to located and seek out the Draleigh Coven and anyone associate with them.
He lived in a world where a paranormal existence was an abomination of life. The Coven they seeked were angels. Angelus Draleigh was their name. They were a secret society to some but in truth a specie that aided humankind towards the goal of peace and tranquility between all races. The Draleigh were gifted and many of those gifts coveted by humans. Many wars were fought for the capacity to have their magick and power.
He couldnít let that happen and had intended to take the serum and run. This though didnít happen either; someone had beaten him to the idea. Now, he would pay. By morning he would be branded a traitor by his employers, and fellow coworkers. By <st1:time minute="0" hour="12">midday</st1:time>, mercenaries would be after him, if they werenít already. It wouldnít be long before the government themselves tried to reproduce the serum, change some of its properties, and maybe even make it deadlier than before. He guessed they may have already done so since its disappearance.
His only chance was to get to the Coven and speak to Selene. He needed to reach the Enforcers and the Coven before it was too late. Only then could he explain the full weight of the horror meant to be unleashed. He needed to reach the one person who could help him. True it had been years since they seen each other. She would listen though; Selene understood things that even he could not understand. At least he hoped she would listen to him, things didnít necessary end well between he and Selene.
That was the plan, until the mercenaries caught up to him faster than he wished. At a gas station, Michael entered the store to get some snacks as Hunter barked without end. Thinking his black <st1>Labrador</st1> only needed to relieve himself in the nearby forest, he opened the passenger door. He had expected Hunter to take off running to the trees but he never did. Hunter stood at alert by his side, growled and poised for attack as moved his snout towards the undercarriage of the Grand Cherokee. As he looked at the spot Hunter barked, the red display slowly ticking backwards gave him the entire clue he needed. Without uncertainty, he grabbed his bag pack, laptop and money and ran. Hunter followed devotedly behind him. At about five-hundred feet away, a loud explosion sent shockwaves through the forest and confirmed his fears. They found him.