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[center][i][h1]Sixth Sense[/h1][/i]
[i][h3]Part 2[/h3][/i][/center]


[center][b]Location: American Museum of Natural History, New York City
Time: Late Afternoon, The Next Day[/b][/center]
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Marie watched in horror as flesh and muscle slowly peeled away from Ben’s cowering form, small pieces of viscera flying in all directions as he screamed in pain. There was such terror, such desperation in his eyes, his mind and hers once again melding to convey Ben’s helplessness. Marie sat there in the corner, deathly still, watching as Ben shed his humanity away, revealing the wolf with each gruesome motion. 


After some time, the transformation was complete. Marie was still in shock, pressing herself against the wall with as much force as she could muster. [color=FFE4B5][i]W. . . what do I do?[/i][/color] she wondered, panicking as the wolf inched closer, claws tapping on the floor, leaving the room echoing with a series of sinister clicks. 


[color=90EE90][i]”Remain calm,”[/i][/color] Holt cautioned Marie, reading Ben’s movements as he neared. There was something about his pace and mannerisms that reassured Holt, but such creatures were notoriously hard to read. 


Marie shrieked as Ben lunged forward, closing her eyes and preparing herself for either the sharp clenching of his jaws biting down on her outstretched arm, or the sound of a distant whimper as Holt forced him away, but neither occurred. Instead, Marie felt Ben’s hot breath, followed by his wet tongue gliding across her face. She opened her eyes to see what looked less like a terrifying wolf, and more like a large puppy. 


[color=FFE4B5]”Wha. . . where’s the man-eating monster I was expecting?”[/color] Marie said aloud in disbelief, resting a hand on Ben’s head who seemed to accept her gesture.


[color=90EE90][i]”Werewolves, as I’ve heard, are heavily influenced by their environments and experiences. They aren’t hyper aggressive as in their lore, but instead react accordingly to external stimuli like familiar scents.”[/i][/color]


Marie got that feeling from Ben, that he enjoyed the smell of her. Marie assumed this was more than just her external smell. His reaction earlier to her made her think that he had smelled something like her before, and his attraction to her now confirmed her query. 


[color=FFE4B5]”Holt, can werewolves smell or detect magic?”[/color]


[color=90EE90][i]”Hmm . . . I suppose it’s possible. There are different strains of lycanthropy that convey different powers and abilities to those afflicted. Perhaps this strain provides the ability to detect the presence of magic.”[/i][/color]


As they spoke, the door to the storeroom flew open, two more teenagers filing in. Ben creeped forward, his movements suggesting to Marie and Holt that he might have known these two, but she also feared for them. What if Ben decided to become violent, what if these kids’ lives were in danger. 


[color=FFE4B5]”Holt,”[/color] Marie whispered, [color=FFE4B5]”be ready.”[/color] 


Marie crept up behind Ben, Holt, still ethereal, placing himself between the pair of teens and Ben. He would materialize if he believed ben posed a threat. 


[color=FFE4B5]”Just stay still and remain calm,”[/color] Marie spoke to the pair. [color=FFE4B5]”I don’t think he’s dangerous, but I don’t want to take any chances.”[/color]