All the Devils are Here

Questionable Wolf

The Doctor and the Wolf were a match made in heaven. Both their end goals compliment each other so well that it’s a wonder how it took them this long to start to work together. Two realists putting heads together to address things that the rest of the city is simply too inadequate to address.

In a city where the leaders would rather hide everything from the citizen’s than to create a scare. A seemingly perfect Utopia on the outside but, an absolute messy chaos on it’s inside. Northview has way too many skeletons, but the Doctor and the Wolf believe that by the time they are done here, it will indeed be a perfect Utopia - Just not for everyone.

With the news of Xavier Chase’s death already circulating in their werewolf community, they know it will only be a matter of time before things fall perfectly according to plan.

“What if he doesn’t do as you anticipate? This whole thing is resting on his shoulders”, the Doctor asks the Wolf.

“I know Samael, he might even outdo himself”, the Wolf says in full confidence. All will be known after the upcoming council meeting. Three things had to go right for their plan to work; Xavier Chase had to die, the antidotes had to be made out of werewolf venom and finally - a war had to break out. The war part is where Samael comes in.

The Doctor wasn’t always this extreme in his doings. He tried a much more subtle approach before going over the edge. He tried to inform the council about the impending doom that was looking over the city. It’s been over two years since he had been bringing it up to the council but he was always silenced. Afterall, he is only Human. No one openly admitted it but, there is a hierarchy amongst the members of the council. And the Human representatives are right at the bottom despite the Mayor being Human.

They said he didn’t have enough evidence. He didn’t have enough evidence to prove that the layer was depleting and a dangerous radioactive substance would be released in the air that could potentially wipe out everyone. It’s ridiculous to the Doctor that the council would rather spend time on creating tourist attractions and keeping supernatural occurings on the low than addressing an issue that could potentially destroy the whole city. He had to do something.

He knew there were only two ways around this - create a vaccine or wait around for disaster to strike and then start creating a cure. The council preferred the latter but he knew better. He knew he had to find a vaccine. At first, he wanted to be the hero of everyone. So he worked together with his team to research and experiment with different ways they could find a vaccine that was safe for all the species that were inhabitants of this city. The majorities in the city are humans and werewolves but he knew that there were minorities as well. Underrepresented supernatural creatures that hid under the cover of werewolves.

After several trial and errors, he stumbled upon something. A human who had been bitten by a werewolf but hadn't turned yet. When he subjected the human to the radioactive substance which he had replicated based on his findings, he noticed that the human survived much longer than the other subjects. But, once his transformation was complete and he turned into a werewolf, he died from the exposure. This gave the Doctor the idea that the major ingredient that he would need for his vaccine could probably be found in the venom of a werewolf or close.

The problem was that finding Humans on the verge of transitioning to werewolves was an incredibly difficult task. And it’s not like he could find werewolves and beg them to bite humans for him. He found himself in a tricky position. The only logical way out was to find a way to extract their venom and then use it on the human subjects at his own will. He told himself that once he found the vaccine for humans, then he will focus on creating one for werewolves and then the others.

But werewolf venom didn’t come for free. It’s not exactly something that you could find in a*****e or even ask for. The extraction process was a potentially lethal one so he knew whatever werewolves he used for extraction, could potentially die. It started out small, he would lure a young omega wolf without a pack and then trap them and extract it’s venom. But the process was excruciatingly slow and the experiments were not yielding fruit.

It was during one of his hunts for a werewolf, that he met his now partner, the one that he referred to as the Wolf. They knew each other before and that was the only thing that stopped the wolf from ripping out his throat when he caught him trying to kidnap an omega werewolf.

He had asked him - “Why are you doing this?”, partly because he knew the Doctor and he knew that he was a reasonable man. He knew they had to be a reason for him to stoop so low. It’s not that the Doctor and the Wolf were friends prior to this but, they were at least - not enemies.

“Please, don’t kill me, Let me explain '', the Doctor had begged for his life. The Wolf gave him an audience and let him speak. That conversation went on for far longer than both parties anticipated and even though the Wolf understood the Doctor’s stance perfectly, it didn’t feel acceptable to him because it was his own kind that was getting kidn*pped and potentially killed for this end goal.The Doctor had explained that humans were facing the same fate too because he needed them for subjects to test the vaccines.

“It’s only a few humans and werewolves to potentially save the whole city. The end justifies the means”, he rationalised. Of Course he didn’t tell the Wolf yet that the vaccine could only potentially cure humans at this point and he had no clue what to do to create one that was compatible with werewolf DNA. In Fact this potential vaccine was lethal to werewolves currently.

The Wolf didn’t kill him on that day but he didn’t let him go either. The Doctor wasn’t sure why at first but, several days later, the Wolf asked him;

“If you only test the vaccine on human subjects, how do you know it would work on us”, a direct question. The Doctor knew he had only two options - to blatantly lie to his face for the second time or to come clean with the truth at the risk of getting killed. There was something in the way the Wolf had asked him that made him almost certain that he was not going to get killed. Because the Wolf wanted something from him.

“It could only potentially protect humans for now. But…….I am working on it for werewolves as well”, he had confessed. The Wolf didn’t even seem particularly deterred by this response. Instead he had reminded the Doctor of a statement he had made in the presence of the Wolf many years ago that even he had long forgotten.

“You once mentioned a long time ago, that there was a way to extract the mutated genes from a werewolf and turn them to human”,

“Yes…but, it was mostly a hypothesis. I never completed the Serum. The council were against it”,

“Can it be done?”, the wolf asked and now it was clear to the Doctor what the Wolf had wanted from him all along. He didn’t care that his kind were being kidn*pped and exploited, he didn’t care that the vaccine might not work for them and he especially didn’t care that the atmosphere layer was depleting and it was potentially dangerous. All he cared about was becoming human.

The Doctor nodded his head in response to the Wolf and that was the beginning to their partnership. The Wolf would help in the supply of werewolves and even human subjects, and in exchange the Doctor would create a serum to turn him and his family into humans. The condition was that the vaccine would not be released until the Wolf was human ahd safe to be vaccinated.

To the Doctor, it seemed completely unexpected that a werewolf of his calibre would strike such a deal but, the Wolf didn’t just come up with this idea now. He had longed for a chance to be Human his whole life. There was a time long ago when he had wanted it more than anything else; to be with the woman he loved. But, he was reluctant to pursue his desires due to numerous reasons. But, when he ran into the Doctor, he knew it was a divine intervention. A sign that he should stop running from his true desire.