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Holly shit! two in one!?!?!?!?!? That's right. A mistake really...i had part of it on my school's computer, part on my laptop, and part in my flashdrive. only now did i realize it was over 11 pages long...lol. Enjoy. and any feedback would be most appreciated. It makes me feel like yiffstar has the faintest liking of me ^^ good, bad, or constructive comments will help how I fel about this and all of my other stories. And at the moment, I have lost the second chapter of Blaze, so sit tight. Im tearing up my house looking for it.

Jason, Argon, Eiffel, and Paris are (c) to me, Millennius. blahblahblah...waste of space...anyone know of any publisher's who might be interested in printing this when I am finished with it maybe sorta kinda? :D

The director got out of the helicopter and stood in front of the wide open door of the cabin. Behind him emerged around ten or so men in black suites. All of them were holding what looked like a rifle, but the rounds they had at their belt had bright green and red feathers on the ends of them, giving them away as what they truly were. Tranquilizer darts.

The director looked to his men and his mouth moved in a frantic jumble as he presumably gave orders to his men. Three went into the forest, two stood guards at the door, and the rest followed the director into the building.

They had very ample time before they realized they had escaped and would start to search the cars, inevitably finding the three refugees in the jeep. Jason had to think fast or else they would be no more in a matter of minutes.

There were the three in the forest, which were of little importance at the moment. Then there was the mass of men inside the building. They were out of the way as well. That just meant getting the men standing guard to get away before the trio in the jeep could peel out of the parking lot.

Jason's mind started to race, think up plots that all ended in failure. None seemed to be foolproof. As Jason was pondering how they could escape the current predicament, Argon's exposed tail kept twitching back and forth in anxiety. He was not having fun. He remembered his time back in the director's headquarters.

Everything was dark. The light was almost as oppressive as the reason Argon was in this particular holding cell. He had been led here after he had scratched a guard's face. It seemed to him that he had troubles controlling his own appendages, but that thought left his mind at the sound of a click.

He broke himself from the memory to see a door made of reinforced steel being opened up before him and the darkness behind it spill into the hallways, threatening to swallow him up. It eventually did as he was shoved inside the bare room and the door shut behind him.

The room was very bare, just a small hole in the corner that was presumably for bowel issues. Argon decided it would be of his best interest not to go too close to that. He rubbed his arm in annoyance. There it was just skin, the fur gone forever. He prayed to any deity he had heard mention of that his hair would grow back...But nothing bugged him more than the fact that they were going to use him asâ€"

"That's what we'll do!" Jason yelled, waking Argon from his unpleasant memories. Argon looked around to fins Jason and Eiffel talking and making hand gestures before being pulled into it himself. "What are your thoughts on our plan Argon?" Jason asked him.

"Well......I honestly wasn't paying attention when you two were talking of it." He was genuinely embarrassed and looked down. "Can you repeat it for me?" Jason nodded and started to tell the plan to Argon all over again.

"Do you see that one stick out there?"

"The big one?"

"Yeah. If we can get that and hit one of the propellers of the helicopter hard enough to warp it, then we might have a small chance of getting out of here alive. But we still have to figure out a way to get those guards over there away long enough for us to do so. Hmm....."

"Maybe we can throw a rock or something towards them or something and get them to go around the building or something?" Argon looked at Jason after proposing his plan. Jason started to brood over that idea before speaking.

"But if we open our car door, they will hear us. We need to be able to do this without giving them the slightest chance to hear us and follow. Maybe if we roll down a window and one of us, besides Eiffel of course, were to go out that way and get them to go around the cabin?"

Argon and Jason looked to Eiffel for support, but found he was again asleep. They sighed and Jason put the key back into the ignition before slowly turning the power on. The beeping the car made on the inside was deafening compared to the stillness and whispering they had grown accustomed to.

"Shut that thing off, will you?" Eiffel said from the back seat, now apparently awake. "They might hear it. We are only a few yards away for crying out loud!" As he finished his rant, the noise stopped as suddenly as it had started, shocking them into another silence.

Jason looked from Eiffel to Argon and back to the dashboard. "Here goes nothing...." He pushed down the button that rolled down the window with a shaky finger, unsure of what to expect.

The sound of glass skidding across rubber emanated from the window and the trio inside the car collectively looked towards the guards. They had sat down, gun on the ground, and were having a seemingly nice chat. Jason hoped to change that. "Eiffel?"

"ZZzzZzzzzZzzzz" snores from the back.

After a brief rock paper scissors match, Argon was decidedly the one to go out the window. He gulped as he crawled across Jason to get to the window and stuck his head out.

"Oh come on already. It's not a fun experience to have a panther on you when you are in a car." Argon frowned at the comment, but continued out the car, sliding through before landing lithely on the ground. He looked around for a rock that would be easy to throw, and found one right under the car.

Argon got down on his knees and reached under the car in order to get the rock. It was a semi-smooth rock and almost round. It reminded Argon of....

A paw print was on the paper he just touched. Ink dripped from his paw as he was led through a long line of others, all going towards the same room: Training room 17. That deadly room number meant death for anyone whom entered it, for it was used to train the younger ones to be assassins.

Now, he was being led by a meek man, probably a fill-in for him because there were so many of them being forced through the halls. They exited through a door and into a field. The field was a nice, bright green color, with dirt patches here and there, with a fence around a tree line about an acre away.

Argon saw the little ones in cages with collars, all frightened of the keepers with tazers and whips. From this point of view, it was quite obvious that they were being forced to do this dastardly deed. But still, they did it and still they ended up as puppets to the director; getting rid of anybody who he wanted gone for good.

As he was being led past the collar booth, the place they attached collars to the necks of the detainees, the line started to stop. Too many of them had been put in and no more could fit by regulation standards. He was so lucky, for there were only a handful in front of him. Thankfully, no one that he knew.

The person holding his leash was tired; anybody could tell that just by looking into his eyes and getting a glossy, puffy red glare back. But he looked back to the gate when he saw the line moving again. They had brought out the grown hunters to match for the excess amount of them. He was last in line, but that made no difference. Then he looked over and saw whom he would be matched with.........

"Argon! Are you going to do it or just sit there for ages? Come on and throw the freaking rock!" Jason hissed through the opening in the car's hull. He was getting restless, having woken Argon from daydreaming sessions he's been having for the last few minutes. Time was of the essence even more, but Argon was off in his head at the wrong time.

"Sorry..." Argon said and stood up, rock in hand. It was a light rock, round, flat and smooth to the touch. It fit nicely in his hand, bringing back more memories that he kept down. He raised his arm and threw the rock as hard as he could, sending it soaring over the jeep and helicopter, landing on the roof of the cabin.

The guards turn immediately and scrambled to their feet with guns in hand. They were talking to each other excitingly and rushing around the back of the cabin. Jason was astonished it had worked, but he got out of the car nevertheless. It was time to mangle some helicopter blade, he thought with a malevolent smile across his face.

He ran past argon, again lost in thought, to the other side of the car where to big stick lay waiting on the ground. Jason had heard that even if it is the tiniest bit dented, the helicopter is nearly useless. He picked up the stick and found that it was lighter than it looked.

The stick was just able to fit in his grip and about four feet (1.2 meters if my calculations are accurate) long and only weighed about fifteen pounds. He hefted it above his head and swung at the blade, missing by a few inches. He then tried again, this time, letting go of it and running as it hit the propeller dead center. He heard the stick collide and an awful pang as it did, before he was next to dream boy again.

He grabbed Argon's arm and yanked him to his feet, startling the panther and getting him to jump up. "Get in that car already! Come on, unless you want to go back there." Jason said with acidity in his voice for the first time since he had been with Argon or Eiffel.

Argon slid through the window with Jason hot on his tail. Eiffel was still asleep in the back. Jason looked at the keys, and hesitated. This was the first time he would be driving without an adult in the car to stop him if he made any mistakes. But he had to do it regardless.

He grabbed the keys and turned them into startup position. The car turned, but didn't start. He tried another time, and the same result. Jason kicked the bottom of the dash and tried another time. This time, it worked like a charm, starting the car with a roar.

There were shouts in the distance as the guards realized what had just happened and were coming back. Jason buckled and stepped down on the pedal, sending the car peeling forward. Argon, who wasn't buckled, ended up puncturing the nice leather seats in freight as he yowled. Jason thought that comical, but his thoughts were cut short when the windshield in front of his cracked suddenly.

There were the three men in front of them in the pathway that led back into the forest. All had real guns this time, and Jason didn't feel comfortable now. Eiffel woke up from the noise and sat forward, annoyed.

"What are you doing? Gas it and run ‘em over." Jason looked incredulously at him through the rearview mirror, and then did as he was told. The car lurched forward and nearly over the men, who were thankfully smart enough to move. Jason sighed in relief and looked into the rearview mirror again, seeing the helicopter lift and waver as the pilot tried to maneuver it. But he failed.

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The director slammed his door shut after walking into his office. The big man sat heavily down at his desk, frustrated with the loss of his hunter to the dynamic duo. They had started to get annoying and something needed to be done. He reached over and pressed down the intercom button.

"Mrs. Gappleding, please send subject number 586237 to my office immediately, along with Je- I mean, operative 57. I have something to discuss with the two of them."

He sat back, twiddled his thumbs and smiled an awful smile.

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Three short knocks were heard on the front door, and Jason's mother went to open it, hoping it was the police with Jason, whom had by now been gone for a week. She had filed a missing person's report down at the station and the town went nuts; Jason being a respected figures in the more grown up community. She swung open the door.

"Ma'am. I regret to inform you that you will not be seeing your son anytime soon," said a man in a black suit and glasses, holding a gun at Jason's mother. She took two steps back and the man cocked the gun. "You don't seem to understand."

"Who the hell are you?!?" she wailed, hoping to either startle him or get a neighbor's attention, neither of which worked.

"I am agent 57 of the AGE Corporation, or Animal Genetic Engineering. I am just a messenger. Heh, and they say not to shoot the messenger. HA!" He pulled the trigger and she felt the most excruciating pain before blacking out.

The man above her sighed and pulled the tongs of his tazer out of the woman, before rubbing his neck from frustration. "What a trooper..." He picked her up and turned around, scars on his neck the only thing the open house would remember of what had just happened.

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Paris was tied up in a very dark room and gagged to keep her quiet. The director had done this to her after she entered his room with her leash holder. She didn't know why either. She had been here for a few days now, and wanted out. Just then, the door opened, and the director pushed in a handcuffed woman, who was screaming to get away from Paris before she entered the room.

The woman begged and said she'd do anything to get away from ‘that monster', and Paris turned around as best she could and hung her head, a tear rolling down her muzzle as that common term was shot at her from an outsider. That was an awfully mean thing to call someone......

The agent pulled a handkerchief out of his pocked and gagged the woman, shutting her up, yet making her kick twice as hard. Wait until she knows what's gonna happen next, the man said with a slight smile.

He picked her up and carried her, kicking and screaming the whole way, over to Paris, who cringed away from them. The woman was then forced to sit back to back with her and be bound with her, back to back. The man smirked at the sight. One was crying from freight and one from sorrow and confusion. The power made him feel greater than he really was, so he decided to increase the fun. He took the handkerchiefs from both of their mouths before locking the screaming woman and wolf inside.

Jason's mother sat there in the dark, scared to death of the creature that she was tied to. She sat there in the dark room, listening to the thing behind her sniffle and cry. Soon, the noises stopped and all was quiet in the room as sounds continued, undisturbed, outside of their holding cell.

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Jason Argon and Eiffel had rolled to a stop somewhere in the forest. The fuel had run out and they left the car where it was on the side of the dirt road. Surprisingly enough, they hadn't seen anybody in the park as of yet. Jason found this strange because they were in a popular national park. But he just dismissed the thought as they trekked through the undergrowth.

Argon was carrying the pack and their small tent while Jason carried Eiffel, who was pretty heavy and withdrawn. He hadn't muttered a word since the director's appearance, and was still lost in thoughts. The trio moved and walked, never stopping, until nightfall. Only then did they dare stop to make camp.

Jason set Eiffel down on a fallen tree and looked to see Argon was setting up the tent. ‘‘His is going to be a very, very, long night' Jason thought with tiredness. With a soft clicking noise, the tent was up and Argon was putting things into it. Eiffel was just sitting there, observing the others' activities and thinking of his sister a lot.

Jason came over after a while with some food he had grabbed out of the tent and handed it to Eiffel. "I don't want anything from you." Eiffel was surprised when Jason hugged him and left the food there for him.

Eiffel just sat there and ate grudgingly; saving what opinions he had about the food quiet. He knew Jason was doing his best, but he just didn't feel as though he fit in anywhere at all. He had tried to kill him and take Argon. He had tried to kill himself. And they still care for him like a baby. It puzzled Eiffel to the furthest extremes, and he randomly thought of his sister.

He stood up, but a bit too fast, and crumpled over in pain. ‘Surgery hurts like a bitch' he thought as Jason ran over to see what had happened. "What's the matter? You know you can't do anything like that for quite some time now." Eiffel fought off the gentle hands helping up again.

"I don't need your help..."

"Well, when you do, I'm here for you." Jason was turning away when he was grabbed from behind and a knife was pressed against his throat for the second time that day. His eyes grew slightly wider, but he remained calm.

"Now you tell me this Sir Jason." Eiffel almost spat, his voice riddled with anger. "Why must you do everything for me for nothing in return? You're on their side, aren't you? Why help me? A monster of all things. You drive me insane! I try to kill you, then myself, and I've been a burden this whole time, and yet you still---"

The crazed wolf's tirade stopped as he fell to the ground, a bump starting to form from where Argon had hit him atop the head with a large rock. Jason rubbed his neck coolly, and picked Eiffel up for yet another time today. "Go get the rope..." Jason said with a sigh as Argon went to do his bidding. He hated this. Always this particular stage in recovery. Relapse.

Another person Jason had helped out of an abusive family through emancipation had ended up shooting a homeless person reaching out for money. He then shot himself in sorrow, ending the case. Some said he went mental, but Jason read enough about the subject since to know that they are a bit homo- and suicidal a few weeks after rescue, due to paranoia.

He and Argon put Eiffel into a sleeping bag, Jason's, and put him inside the tent for the night. And soon enough, a fire was going as the sun sank below the trees. Argon was sitting there, staring into the flames as Jason rummaged through his pack he had brought. Inside were a first aid kit, his clothes, and some food and things. He pulled out a box, bag, and a bar of chocolate. Argon looked over questioningly and Jason picked a stick up off of the ground.

Silently, he opened the bag and pulled out a white, puffy marshmallow before spearing it on the stick. He held it over the fire, turning it constantly, until it was golden brown. He then opened the box and chocolate and finished making his s'more. He handed it to Argon and continued to make more of them, using three sticks now.

Argon sniffed it before taking a bite. Jason didn't know what hit him. He was just suddenly out of his chair and on the ground besides a panther who was trying to turn three sticks with marshmallows impaled on them at once. But it failed and he ended up adding two sticks to the fire and a marshmallowless stick in his hand.

Jason stood up, laughing. "First time having a s'more?" Argon nodded. "Well, they call them that because everyone always wants some more!" Jason thought this was a little bit funny, but Argon just grabbed the bag from Jason. Jason grabbed it back and picked up yet another stick, impaling his and argon's with a new marshmallow.

"Now this is how you do it." Jason held his over the fire and slowly turned it, trying to perfect it as he had the first one. Argon copied and soon they were calmly roasting marshmallows over the open fire, the nearly full moon rising above them. Jason pulled his golden brown one off his stick and made his marshmallow. Argon again copied Jason's movements, successfully making a s'more.

They ate in silence, savoring the best food they had gotten to have in the last week, and started to make some more. But as they were reaching for the bag in the spare chair between them, they tipped it over with their jostling. They spilled all over the ground, making Jason and argon go nuts while trying to pick them all up in five seconds. Finally, there was only one left.

(Classic love starter coming up!!!)

They reached for it at the same time, only to find themselves grabbing each other's hands instead. They looked up and into the other's eyes before hastily pulling away and murmuring things.

"Heh..."

"Accident..."

"Didn't mean to, ya know..."

"Grab my hand...?"

"Yeah..." They looked back up, Jason blushing more visibly than argon, but the shadows danced over his face, concealing them from view. They were in a trance, just looking at each other until they heard a growl and griping from the tent.

"What the hell! Let me out of here!" Eiffel wasn't the type to be unconscious for long, Jason thought as he hastily got up from the awkward silence between him and Argon.

He hadn't known what had happened, but his heart twinged when he was looking into Jason's eyes and he felt the urge to hug Jason tightly. He looked over to see Jason picking up the tied up Eiffel and sitting him down on the ground next to the fire. Eiffel wasn't looking at them, but the flames seemed to hold his attention more than the s'more Jason was handing him.

"Here, it's for you." Jason said as he handed the morsel to Eiffel who turned his nose up. "Fine. It's the only food we've got, besides bread, until we can get back to the town." Jason set it down in Eiffel's lap and sat back down next to Argon.

"I think he's a bit crazy, you know?" Jason whispered in Argon's ear and Argon giggled and nodded. Eiffel looked over with a hurt look on his face.

"I am NOT weird." Jason threw a pebble at him and he shut up.

"Silly puppy. We were just joking....for the most part. Anyways, can you tell me why I almost got killed a second time today?" Jason sat down next to Eiffel with a marshmallow on a stick in his hand. Eiffel looked nervous.

"Well...It's just that-" He sighed. "When they released me, they said that if I didn't get my job done, they would kill my only sibling who is still alive; my sister Paris. And when I remembered her, I snapped, I guess..." He looked down and Jason wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

"It's ok. We'll save here. And about your guys' names. Isn't argon an element, Eiffel, like the Eiffel tower, and Paris France?" They both nodded at the same time. Eiffel was the one to speak up first.

"We had numbers before that. They were never allowed to use names for fear that we might adopt them as our own. They said it would make us more like people than tools. I heard a guard talk about a vacation he was having in France, and that's how I got mine."

"And I got mine from a college student complaining about a project he had to do on argon for chemistry." Jason was baffled. No names for fear of personalities? He shook his head.

"If only it was morally alright to kill someone, the director would be my one and only target...but alas! T'is not thy hassle any longer. For we shall let our enemies come hither, and what we can do, that we dares attempt. Therefore thy foes are no stop to me."

He got two blank stares after his rendering of a line in Romeo and Juliet, so he just shut up. Eiffel wriggled when Jason bumped unto his side while getting up. He got an idea...

Argon was just putting another marshmallow into the fire when he heard Eiffel scream and laugh, cuss words flying out of his mouth. He turned to see Jason tickling him until he was on the ground.

Jason was tackled from behind, and found Argon attempting to tickle him. "Sorry buddy, but I'm not ticklish. With a devilish grin he rolled over on top of Argon and tickled him, eliciting a scream and more giggles just as Eiffel had done. Little did he know that when he got off of Eiffel, he had slipped out of his bindings and was jumping through the air into the tickle-fight.

Jason's lips were pushed against Argon's when Eiffel landed on him. They blinked in surprise and broke the accidental kiss. Eiffel was attempting to tickle Jason but then remembered that he wasn't ticklish and got off. Jason and Argon jumped up off of the ground. Jason mumbled something about a bathroom and Argon about sleep. They left Eiffel standing there confused and alone.

Argon went into the tent and zipped it up behind him, hoping to get some privacy. But he had no such luck. After a few moments, Eiffel unzipped the flap and came in, sitting awkwardly next to Argon. This was the first time they had been in an enclosed space since the institute where they were tested on.

"Hey." Eiffel said hesitantly. ‘He isn't comfortable together either' Argon thought.

"Yeah?" Argon wasn't looking at Eiffel and Eiffel wasn't looking at him, so it balanced out.

"Hey. Just wanted to talk to you aboutâ€"you know...." He looked down and twiddled his thumbs.

Argon just sat there and stared at the wall before replying. "What about it?"

"I'm sorry about that. Before, you know how it was. Well, maybe not you too much because you were always the rebellious one, but you do remember how they treated us, right?"

Argon become more or less comfortable with where this conversation was headed, but things needed to be said when Jason wasn't around, and now was the best time for said things.

"Yes. I do remember. The ways they beat me will always be burned into my brain. I also remember what they did to your siblings. Mine too. I think you have one left, no? Paris was it?"

"I'm not sure anymore. I was picked to hunt you down and bring you back dead or alive, or they'd kill her too. She's my one and only world. The only thing I live for. So my mind has been a bit mixed up about who I can trust anymore." He looked down and Argon could see he was holding back tears.

"We'll save her. I'm sure that Jason can come up with something that will--" Eiffel snapped upwards now, tears in his eyes.

All I hear from you is ‘Jason this' and ‘Jason that'! ‘Jason is the best and can do anything because he's my savior'! Well you know what? I think that he's just as scared as we are and can do no better. We at least have teeth and claws and can run faster than he could dream of. And yet you still idle by and let him do all the work." Tears were rolling down his muzzle now.

"That's not the point. The point is that--" He stopped abruptly as he heard a scream a few yards away and then a growl, a thump, and a clatter. They unzipped the tent in time to see Jason bleeding and a massive figure standing next to a smaller one, one gigantic paw raised to the sky. Jason's bow was broken in two, his remaining arrows snapped on the ground.

Eiffel and Argon looked at each other in fright, and ran to Jason, hoping to get there before the already-swinging paw came down on top of him.