My Werewolf System

Boulder was never seen again. He had managed to survive for a total of around thirty minutes in the prison, making the others aware of how dangerous the place could be.

Before, many of them thought they were safe, harboring in their groups. They did nearly anything to join one of the groups just so they could feel safe, and now it almost felt like they had something else to worry about.

It was that day that everyone had respectfully decided that Gary was now another one of the loners in the prison who was too dangerous to touch. He hadn't done much, only getting in two fights since being here.

Ice had done far more damage before people had stopped trying to come after him, and Blackjack had achieved a feat no one had done before. The reason why Gary was up there with the other two, in their minds, was because of the mysteriousness and how quickly it felt like the whole place had changed since he had entered.

"The tension in this entire area, it doesn't feel the same as before," Blackjack was leaning against a wall, with a coin in his hand, passing them through his knuckles back and forth, flipping the coin again and again.

"I can feel it; my luck is starting to turn around. This could be the moment I've been waiting for; I need to act."

Opening the palm of his hand, like a magic trick, the coin had completely disappeared, and Blackjack had started to make his way over to the south side. No one said anything to him as he walked past those who were sitting on the floor.

Then, when he reached the other end, he could see Carter sitting in his chair, in his black clothing.

"I hope your coming here is good news," Carter said. "Although, I'm not hopeful that useless scorpion of a man can really do anything."

"Actually, he was quite convincing," Blackjack replied. "I have agreed to join your group; I am willing to act with you when the time comes and you decide to do something, but I do have a condition of my own. I want to know everything you know about the Green Head."

Carter smiled and started to tut. "It's always the Green Head. So many people want to know about the newcomer. Well, I don't mind telling you because once I do, I'm sure you'll lose interest in him, unless you want to lose your life and your whole gang."

Carter had a large interest in Blackjack from day one, and there was a good reason for this. Whenever someone powerful or someone who caught Carter's eye would come into the prison, he would do his research on the person.

He had found out information about everyone, including Gary, but there was one person he couldn't find a single thing about, not even his real name, and that was Blackjack. He was a mysterious individual in more ways than one.

One would think someone who had as much power as him would at least be known in the outside world, but he was like a ghost.

"Don't worry," Blackjack answered. 'My group works in the shadows and could take down anyone they wanted to if they wished,' he thought to himself.

"Very well."

Carter shared the information in private with Blackjack about who Gary was, what gang he was from, and the ones that were after him. It was interesting, but there was one thing that surprised him; it was the gang.

"Thank you for the information; when you need me, you know where to find me," Blackjack said, walking away, with deep thoughts in his head.

'It figures why he's in here now, but there's something that surprised me. I thought he would have been in the Lupis Gang, but he's in the Howlers Gang. I don't have much information about them; it might be something to look into, but before that.'

Blackjack had reached his second location, and that was the staircase; he looked at Stinger, and immediately the latter got up from his seat and started to walk down the stairs, meeting with Blackjack.

"So it's been three days, close to four since you got that bite mark, I can see it still hasn't healed," Blackjack commented. "Any news?"

Stinger didn't look in the best of moods, and lately, he had been keeping his mouth shut more so than usual.

"It's like before, but it's been getting worse. I can hardly transform my body at all now. It's almost like I've lost my Altered powers," Stinger answered.

Blackjack's eyes were lighting up slightly, but he had one more question to ask. "And the other one that was bit in the group, is he going through the same thing?"

It was strange; things were playing out exactly like Blackjack had predicted, and Stinger didn't like it. If anyone found out he lost his powers, even those within his own group, might attack him.

"It's true; it's the same for him as well," Stinger replied.

Blackjack didn't say thanks or anything else; instead, he had decided to walk back and head to his cell as he usually did. Sniffing the air, though, he realized that there was a visitor who was stopping by his cell.

'No, not yet, not yet, we two can't meet just yet. Otherwise, we might just be at each other's throats,' Blackjack thought as he took a quick turn away.

'I need your power to get out of here. The warden, she is too strong. Far stronger than I imagined, but we don't need to beat her in a fight. All we need to do is fight her once and bite her; then when she's lost her powers, we can get out of here, but we need to figure out more.’

'Getting past the Warden is just one half of the problem. But I can see it; our escape is falling into place.'