Werewolf Sanctuary, Day 1 - Welcome to the Jungle

[Richard Romain]

The pain was amazing.

Of course, it was to be expected. He'd been shot in the stomach with a high speed round after all, from a sniper rifle if he was not mistaken. But the bullet was designed to stay in the body, not to pass through it like other high velocity rounds were.

Why?

Because the bullet he'd been shot with was also a portkey.

So he'd be transported, bleeding from a rather large hole in his stomach, to an area he was completely unfamiliar with. Not only that but from the tropical-looking plant life he had to assume that there would be animals in the area who were either predators or scavengers and they would, with enough incentive, attack him for the 'food' he had the potential to be.

Gritting his teeth, Richard crawled over to the nearest tree, propping himself upright against it in a sitting position with a pained grunt. Every position he stayed in hurt his damaged stomach area but there was nothing for it. At least in this position he could have some idea of what the hell he was doing. Taking his wand with a trembling hand, Richard ran it's glowing tip against his shirt, burning a line up so that he didn't need to undo the buttons. With his shirt now open and the wound visible, Richard was able to see the entrance wound clearly. He swore to himself softly.

It was a perfect shot to the kidney.

Deciding that since he hadn't bled out yet, the bullet hadn't hit any major organs or arteries, he needed to operate. He needed to remove the bullet from him in case it was a portkey that worked more than once. How he'd survived the first journey in one piece was still a mystery to him. Holding his wand a few inches away from the wound, Richard gritted his teeth and tried to convince himself that this was the best way.

Unable to see any other course of action, Richard gritted his teeth harder,

"Accio bullet..."

The bullet/portkey tore back up through his skin and muscles to sail harmlessly through the air and land a few feet away. However, it hadn't followed the entrance path exactly so it had torn up yet more of Richard. Without meaning to, Richard let out a pained yell that seemed to make the air grow still. Now aware of just how still the air was, Richard's instincts were screaming at him that something was wrong.

It wasn't for a few seconds before Richard figured it out.

There were no insects.

He was in a tropical-looking rainforest and there wasn't a single insect anywhere. There were no terminte mounds in sit, no dragon flies, no hornets... not even any mosquitoes. It wasn't natural. The plants were real enough to be sure, but the whole environment was wrong. It screamed of human interference.

He had to move.

He wasn't sure why he had to move but he had to. He had to move away from here, away from this small clearing. To his enhanced sense of smell it stank of his blood, the coppery smell making him gag a little when it reached the back of his throat.

Using the tree he was leaning against for support, Richard inched himself up to his feet, clamping his right hand over the wound in his lower left torso area. He felt light headed for a few seconds before he felt that he was able to move. A deafening roar rang out through the rainforest, making him freeze slightly in fear before he pushed himself to begin hobbling away urgently.

It was a werewolf's howl.