Chapter #1: The Wolfe Inside

Walking into the rather professional area wearing nothing but his usual t-shirt, leather jacket, jeans, and boots definately grabbed the other associates' attentions off Hank for quite some time before he sat, "Hello, Hank.  Been a while."

Hank McCoy, aka "Beast", nodded, "Good to see you could make it, Wolfgang.  We were just getting started."

"Good, then I really didn't miss anything, save introductions." he grinned as he leaned back in his chair.

Hank grinned, "Well, time permits that we skip introductions.  Turns out things are getting better for the mutant community, but there are still problems to be looking into," he flips on a slide projector, revealing a picture of a team of eight persons, "This is the Mutant-Hunters.  Their single goal is to defeat the mutant race, calling the mutant race a disease.  A cancer."

Wolfgang growled, "As do a lot of people I've met over the years."

"Yes, but these people are different.  Some are cybornetically enhanced beings, make just for hunting mutants.  Some are specifically trained to do so.  And some others are almost the perfect humans.  There's Gunslinger, able to quickdraw at the speed that humans would call 'superspeed'; Champion, possibly the strongest human in existence and able to life a full four-hundred pounds without breaking a sweat...."

Here, Wolfgang's chuckling broke the conference.  It took a few seconds before Wolfgang could stop, "Sorry."

Hank looked up towards the skies as if for help before going back to the subject of the Mutant-Hunters, "There's the Squid, whose ten mechanical tentacles can extend up to fifty feet in any given direction; the only real mutant in the group, White Lightning, whose ability to hit 250 mph makes him a force to be reckoned with; the All-Seer, whose cybernetic eyes can detect mutant life within a mile of his location; and a mutagenic man named Stretch, whose body is conducted of rubber."

Wolfgang shook his head, "Mutants that turn against their own kind.  Most likely they're being paid good money for what they're doing.  Either that or they hate their own race, rather new concept on my part."

Hank nodded, "That's what we assumed ourselves.  Things may need drastic measure nonetheless, that's why you're here."

"Really?"

"Yes, Wolfgang.  You need to let your team know about this, just as I am letting Charles know about it as well," of course, he was referring to Professor Charles Xavier.  Wolfgang had met him.  He's a very nice man, good with kids.

"Personally, Hank, I wonder why you even bother with them.  They sound like a bunch of amateurs trying to make a name for themselves by picking on mutants off the streets, not a threat.  Either that or a mere showboat."

Hank asked, "Showboat?"

"You know, making it look like they are really going to do what they say they are going to do, but don't actually do it, much like a merchant would sell snakeoil."

Hank nodded, "You could be right, but that's a risk that we aren't going to take.  We need to have both the X-Men and Omega Force know about this.  If trouble ever arises from them, then we can both settle the matter."

Wolfgang chuckled, "As Winston Churchill once said, 'There comes a time when all men must fight'.  All right, Hank, I'll let them know."

Blue Falcon, leader of the Omega Force, tapped his chin, "You sure, Wolfe?"

"Yes.  I knew Hank McCoy for a long time, I trust his judgement.  He says these new Mutant-Hunters might present a problem to the mutant community."

Atom, a mere twenty-year-old man so smart as to become a college professor of chemistry at the age of eighteen, said, "Well, it's not all that surprising.  Everybody, even now, thinks we're still a threat, so they send something out to be a threat to us so that they feel safe."

"When in all reality, they're just making it worse, Atom." said Wolfgang.

Lifeguard came in on the conversation.  She is a very lovely woman, her body the product of everyday workouts and her vegetarian diet, "Yes.  Wolfe's right, we've gotta stop 'em."

"WHAT'S GOING ON TODAY?  WHY MUST IT BE THIS WAY?"

Wolfgang jerked his head towards the racket, "My god, what's that?"

"What's what?"

"There's a terrible racket coming from somewhere...." its his super-sensitive ears.  He knew it was, his ears having the ability to hear in ways that it would put both Wolverine and Sabretooth to shame.

"WE'RE GOING NOWHERE AND WE'RE STILL KNOCKING THE NEED TO BOW DOWN."

Wolfgang turned to the others, "One moment, please, whilst I find whoever has this crap on and shut him down but good."

Wolfgang marched after the music.  He growled at how badly music seemed to have turned for the worst these days.  He could remember back when Mozart was a smash hit and Beethoven was becoming a famous child prodigy, then the time of romantism in classical music.  Then came the days of the roarin' twenties, when stars were made on brand-spankin' new radio stations and his favourite musician was Louis Armstrong.  Now, it seemed like music made the world feel more flushed down the toilet than it was.

He found the room the horrid lyrics were screaming from.  Eklipse's room.  How did he know?  The annoying little bastard.  He growled again and kicked the door off its hinges, "HOW MANY TIMES MUST I SAY TURN YOUR CRAP DOWN?!"

Eklipse, a young man of about nineteen years old who was able to control darkness, yelled after pausing his metal mayhem, "Hey, you'd better pay for tha..."

Wolfgang grabbed him and lifted him bodily off the ground easily with one hand, "Don't change the subject!  When I ask you to turn the music down, that's one thing, but when I have repeatedly told you to turn the music down, that means turn it down or else someone like myself is going to get really mad.  In fact, I wonder why I'm going to let you off with a warning this time after nearly a month of telling you the same damned thing over and over again, so I'd suggest you wake up from that odd little world of yours and do as you're told before some bad stuff happens.  Got it.....turd?"

Eklipse feared only one person in the entire group and that was Wolfgang when he's mad.  He would have covered the place in darkness, making him unseeable and thus make his escape, but Wolfgang can see in the dark, even in his human form.  Eklipse was also very good with daggers, but again, they wouldn't do anything to Wolfgang, especially since Wolfgang hasn't revealed his weakness to anybody.  The only thing Wolfgang ever says to anybody if asked his weakness was always, "It's going to be something you least expect".  And, believe it or not, it was very effective.  Everybody expected silver, so they thought that since Wolfgang's clue was something not expected, they dismissed the idea of silver and tried other things, even platinum, and they all failed in doing any damage to him.

Eklipse merely nodded, a bead of sweat finding its way to tickle the side of his nose, "Okay...okay, just put me down, man.  I'll leave it down."

"Good!" said Wolfgang, setting him down, then turning to walk away, going back down the hall.

A voice came behind him, "Yeesh, you do have a way with kids, Wolfe."

Wolfgang sighed.  It was Lifeguard, "Hey there.  And, if you ask me, he had it coming a long time ago.  I've grown too soft around kids like him over the years."

Lifeguard made her way next to him.  She was a pretty sight to see, Wolfgang often admitted, but he felt too busy, too rough-around-the-edges really to ask her out at any time.  He thought perhaps, at best, they were just good friends.  But every time she appeared, his heart raced.

Heather Langley, AKA Lifeguard, was twenty-three years old, and a wonderfully fit woman as said before.  Her power was a very helpful one: she could make anything appear for use to help someone badly injured or near death.  She often wore a usual white t-shirt and bell-bottom pants with high-heeled shoes, her love for things from the early 70's quite plain.  She even loved the music from that era.

She grinned, "You should take it easy, you know.  It's not healthy to overwork yourself, Wolfgang.  Even if you're over two-hundred years old."

Wolfgang nodded, "I know.  It's just that I think that there is so much to be done, and in so little time to do it in."

She shook her head, "I would have thought the opposite with how long you've lived on this earth.  I'd think you'd take your time with everything."

"You can't do that in the world we live in today, Heather.  Maybe around 1780 or so, but definately not now.  The world seems to be on its toes day and night, nothing but hustle and bustle," he turned to look over to her, "I'm a little surprised you aren't the way I am."

She chuckled, "Oh, believe me, I'm a little more anxious than I sometimes look.  I just try to find ways to take it easy more than most people.  You know, kinda make the best of my time whenever I can.  Besides, silly, unlike you, we humans only live a short time on this earth.  You have forever unless someone finds out your weakness."

Wolfgang actually felt a grin come to his face, "Ah, that's true.  You guys get to try and have all the best times you can have as quickly as you can.  But you can say that it isn't the best thing, being near immortal.  Time passes through your eyes, you see family and friends pass away while you still live on.  Memories stack inside your brain until you can't help but try and make new ones..."

Heather nodded, "Yeah, kinda got the feeling about it from you.  You are always on edge.  Like I said, you just need to find a way to enjoy yourself.  Need to cut loose."

Wolfgang turned back to her, "Okay.  I'll make you a deal: when our job is finished as the Omega Force, then I'll take it easy more, okay?"

Heather tilted her head, "Ah, that ain't really fair, you know."

Wolfgang shrugged, "It's as fair as I can make it," he took out his hand to seal the deal, "Take it, or leave it," he grinned.

Heather chuckled, taking Wolfgang's hand in hers, "All right, fine.  Deal's a deal, but I'll add a little something to it when the time comes."

Wolfgang winced, "All right....I guess that'll be fair enough."

It wasn't long before news of where these Mutant-Hunters were going reached the ears of the Omega Force.  It turned out that they were planning to set up a conference to tell the people of New York City what they plan to do to the mutant race.  Magneto was near the screen as he watched a TV news crew follow the Mutant-Hunters to their bus, "These homo sapiens."

Wolfgang nodded, "Yeah.  Not very smart, but not very dumb at the same time."

"I've meant to ask you a few minutes ago.  You hate being called a mutant.  What do you call yourself if you don't call yourself a human?"

Wolfgang just grinned, "Something else."

Magneto just shook his head, "You must belong to some race.  If you didn't, where is the heritage you are to be proud of."

"But what if I'm not proud of what I am?  Why should I claim a race that has given me something I am not proud to ever have?"

Magneto chuckled, "Hmmm, well you indeed are a mystery, Wolfe."

The Hunger

The state in which Wolfe is in his werewolf form and sometimes even in human form in the non-fullmoon nights is known to others as the Hunger.  In human form, Wolfe is merely berserk with an intense rage at a specific target, most  likely the opponent that is giving him the most trouble, where he becomes even more difficult to damage than he already is.  In his werewolf form, however, he automatically is permenently taken by the Hunger until his tranformation is finished at the end of the night; also, his main target is always the first person he sees upon changing.

When he first joined the Omega Force, he knew nobody well enough to not view them as a target if he were to transform, so he always insisted on being the one leading the group, making sure nobody gets in his line of sight if such a thing were to happen.  Shortly, though, he was able to discern good friends from mere acquaintances, letting them go ahead if they wish, but everyone else must remain behind him and out of his sight.

One internal conflict he is in constant battle with is the fact that he can see the faces of those he has killed with his Hunger.  Over 250 years of lives that he had killed in his werewolf bloodlust fill his mind constantly, so he rarely sleeps, thinking that they also haunt his nightmares.  All the way from his first kill, a young foal in his family's pasture.  He hopes to somehow subdue the Hunger, thus making life better for his friends and his mind, hopefully removing the images of his victims.

One would respect Wolfe's Hunger as much as they respect Wolverine's Berserk Rage.  They are almost one and the same in how much terror they inspire in foes and friends alike.

The horrible side-effect of him remembering his victims keeps him resisting the Hunger, but when he is taken by the Hunger, it makes him all the more stronger.  The more he resists, the more powerful the Hunger gets.

Of Wolfe And Man

Name: Wolfe

Real Name: Wolfgang Peterson (not to be confused with the famous director of The Perfect Storm)

Species: Born Werewolf.  Born lycanthropes are different from made lycanthropes due to the fact that Wolfe has a higher intellect than one that was made.  Those that are made are always rampaging monsters, but Wolfe in his werewolf state in cunning and able to plan, making him more dangerous than any made werewolf. What makes it worse is he attacks the first living thing he sees, making him both a great ally and great enemy as a werewolf.  The only thing he would not go after is someone really close to his heart, like a very good friend or helper.  Also, Wolfe inherits the ability to have some of a werewolf's powers in the day-time and when it is night and not full-moon he has all their power, but remains human.  He could easily be described as a Greater Lycanthrope.

Strength: (Human)1000 lbs. max. press (werewolf) 20 tons max. press

Intelligence: (Human) Gifted (werewolf) above average

Speed: (Human) 15 mph (werewolf) 100 mph if pushed to do so

Agility: (Human) Peak Human (werewolf) above average

Place of Birth: A small town on the southeastern side of Romania

Age: 250+ years old, but appears as if he's 25.  His aging slows at age twenty, dividing by ten.  Ten years feels like one year to him.

Weakness: Silver.  Even magic has no effect.  Another benefit from being a lycanthrope born, not made.

Team Affiliation: The Omega Force

Background: He was born in a small town on the southeastern side of Romania, though he can't fully recall what the name of the place was due to the fact that he is very old, to a Christian mother and father (who had died before he was born).  Being born lycanthrope meant he was able to carry his powers almost into his human form, but not all of it.  Growing up, he knew he couldn't control it during full moon, but otherwise he appeared to be just a normal kid.  When he was about twenty years old, he married the love of his life:  a woman lycanthrope named Margaret Gustav from Germany.  They lived happily for only a month before the horrible incident.  Townsfolk attacked Wolfe's house while he was out, taking Margaret and hanging her with silver barb wire and stabbed her thirteen times in the heart to make sure.  He grew angry, rampaging into the town in human form, killing anyone he suspected of such a crime.  After finding himself killing a child in his rage, he ran back to the burnt remains of his house, crying and praying, "What have I done.....I've sinned...."

It was then that he came to America and participated in every American war including the French and Indian, the Revolutionary, and the Mexican Wars.  He was even in Nagasaki when the atom bomb hit, but he wasn't directly hit, so his clothes and the bike he was on evaporated.  He still lived, but was knocked invariably unconscious.  It was shortly before Vietnam when William Stryker got a hold of him and used him in the infamous Weapon X project.  Standing with such figures as Wolverine, Sabretooth, and Silverfox, Wolfe was the most formidible of all.  During a mission, he was shot was a silver dart containing a strange virus called the cybernetic virus.  It slowly turns its host into a mindless cyborg or a steel statue over a series of years.  Luckily, Stryker knew a way to stop it.  The virus had already effected Wolfe's jaws (where he was hit), making his teeth strong steel, but they saved the rest of his body by inserting a microchip into the small of Wolfe's back.  The chip converted Wolfe's personal energy into a means to stop the virus from spreading from his jaws to the rest of him.  When a mysterious accident happened that stopped the Weapon X project, Wolfe was dismissed, able to walk out among the rest of society.  He swore an oath to Stryker himself that he would never speak a word about the Weapon X project, and he is a man of his word, so don't try asking him about it.  Even Wolverine couldn't get it out of him when he challenged Wolfe to a fight and whoever won would choose whether to tell or not.  Obviously, after a long time, of course, Wolfe would win and say no to telling Wolverine.  Today he is a paranormalist, an expert of abnormal ocurrances...and that includes mutants.  But he doesn't hurt mutants.  He rather supports them heavily, becoming a good ally of Professor Xavier in his march for Mutant Rights.

Then, one day whilst walking through the streets of L.A., he was teleported to a base.  It was the Omega Force's base, the Crystal.  He was offered a chance to really stand for Mutant Rights and make his abilities useful.  Nobody really knew his power, but the machine they had, a Cerebro-like mechanism named Orion, said his powers were great, so the Omega Force wished to recruit him.  When the team discovered he was over two-hundred and fifty years old, they knew his wisdom of combat will come in handy.  The only member of the Omega Force he truly has reason to fear is Magneto (yes, Magneto is a good-guy in another universe parallel to our own and they got him for the Omega Force) because Magneto can sense and rip out the chip that protects him from his horrible virus.  If not that, he could easily summon as much silver as he wanted and literally turn Wolfe into a rather ugly stain on the ground with it all if he wanted to.  One member of the Force is actually falling in love with Wolfe, but she hasn't come around to saying anything, though she has told her close friend Cypher.  Her name is Lifeguard, a mutant able to come up with anything to save a life in danger of death.  Wolfe never needed medical attention, but he did get knocked out plenty of times, ending up seeing Lifeguard (who is, by the way, the Force's medic, you might say) a lot of times anyway due to proceedure and often talked and joked around with her.

Still, Wolfe has been way too busy to realize she does love him.  Not only are his responsibilities with the Omega Force on his mind, but also his outside work, him being a paranormalist.  And everybody knows how many places people say are haunted and want investigations done.  Sometimes he wonders if he will live to see the end of days, but he would usually shake his head and say, "Only if You let it." as he shakes it off his mind.

His preferred clothing is a black leather jacket, black t-shirt, jeans, and boots.  His vehicle is a motorbike created by Atom (another member of the Omega Force who is able to control atoms).  It is made entirely out of one of the strongest metals on earth: adamantium.  He has asked Atom to create for him an adamantium skeleton, but changed his mind when he figured he really didn't need it.  Only silver damages his body or his bones, so why bother?

Enemies tend to fear him, obviously, for the fact that when he is a werewolf, all they see of him in the darkness is his bright blue eyes shining as they approach at great speed and power.  The main reason they fear him is the fact that silver is hard to come by.  After all, even silver coins are a rarity. 

Eyes: Bright blue

Hair: Human (dark brown) werewolf (pitch black)

Height (Human), Length (werewolf): 6'4", 15' long

Weight: Human (210 lbs.) werewolf (2100 lbs.)

Peeves: People who tear down on the little guys.  Yes, he stands up for the underdog a lot.

Enemies: Apocalypse, the Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Juggernaut, Hyperion, the Harpoon (led by none other than William Stryker himself!), and the Mutant-Hunters.

Fighting Styles: Weapon X training, hand-to-hand, martial arts, military training, kung-fu.

Favourite Quote: "Ever danced with the devil in the pale full-moon's light?" and "Tell me, just how bad do you want me killed and just how are you going to accomplish it without the needed accessories?" and after he defeats an enemy "*states their name* spiritos sanctum."

Close Friends: Magneto, Colossus, Lifeguard, Atom, Wolverine (who, by the way, is not a member of the Force), and William Stryker (even though, yes, he's a bad guy.  The sort of relationship Professor X and Magneto have in the regular X-Men, I guess I could say).