Katavina was stabbed by silver knife. The wound was deep, her internal organs were damaged, a regular hospital could only delay her death if he took her there. The others were fighting, and the notion to turn and rip the attacker to shreds ate at him.

"Stay with me Kata." He merrowed with worry and put her into the 55' Ford Fairlane. The black chariot and its 390 V-8 screamed as it punched its way out of the city limits. The out skirts of the city had a small research facility for the Inquisition. His actions brought him the attention of two police cruisers as he closed on the facility.

"Pull the vehicle over now." one of the officers yelled through a bullhorn.

Kingman snarled and pulled his Psycannon from the floorboard, as he turned the weapon out the window he stared at Kata, choking and bleeding on the car's white interior.

"I'm sorry Kata, but I don't have time to screw around."

Kingman pulled the trigger, the gun's solid 8 gauge barrels flared with a bluish white light, when the blast hit the pavement it took 3 lanes of road with it buckling the road causing both cars to crash into a wall of asphalt.

The facilities exterior was unassuming, had he not had the memory of every Inquisitorial facility forcefully engrained into his mind, it would of looked like a normal fast food restaurant, in fact to serve in the facade it was a fast food restaurant on the surface. Kingman wasted no time in pulling his friend from the car leaving a trail of crimson, that splashed onto his armor and clothing.

"Inquisitor this is a secret facility!" a large man dressed as a clown fumed.

"Quiet you. Get someone with medical training in supernatural wounds, to treat her." Kingman snarled.

"I'm not authorized to..." the clown began to speak.

"Bullshit, I'm going in there and I'll break anything or anyone in my way." Kingman revealed his fangs and pressed his snout against the man's nose.
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"Zi wound is deep...you were right to o' ave brought her 'ere." the lead scientist of the facility watched as Katavina was dipped slowly into a vat of greenish liquid called 'Ether MKVIX'

Kingman gulped a knot in his throat down, he had spent time in the fluid many times before, it was smelled horrid and clung to his fur, but it was rich in calcium, skin regeneration bacteria, and nanomachines.

"Strap in zi zystems and ave her wounds dressed by zi robits." the man worked quickly though he limped on a cane.

Tubes and wires attached to Katavina as if she was the space station, each wire maneuvering and then lancing into her flesh. A breathing tube slide over her mouth to bring her air to ease her labored breathing, and more nanomachines flooded into her throat and lungs to clean up the damage of the internal bleeding.

Kingman watched his tail flipping from side to side as lights flickered red indicated Kata's condition and the damage reports.

"I do zay in five minutes she would haz died....silver is a nasty, zing to those that are weak against it." the man placed a clipboard down and yawned.

"Have you ever zeen a werewolf killed by silver, Inquisitor Kingman?"

"No. Lycans aren't my district, unless they side with demons." Kingman watched Kata's eyes underneath her closed lids, already she was dreaming in an induced coma from the healing drugs being pumped into her system.

"Lycans...melt from ze inzide out Kingman...za damage here if not corrected I presume she would haz died in excrushiating...."

"Enough please." Kingman snarled.

"Very well...you may leave her with us for ze time being, but do apologize for breaking Bolo's arm..."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Oh one more zing." the man grinned with glee.

"Name it." Kingman knocked on the tube healing Kata.

"I needz some of yours blood to transfuse into her. Synthetics can only do zo much...I need real stuff. " the man's smile widened.

Kingman extended his arm, he was already looking away and wincing before the needle struck him.

 rahlaeya owns Katavina
Kingman is mine.