General Halo Rehabilitation Center
File: Patient 0001
"Kalib"

The world was empty, cold, damp and dark with the undying feeling of suffocation. It was getting harder to breath as the seconds passed by, something wasn’t allowing him to breath, to take in that precious life giving, lung filling air that he needed so desperately.

Kalib woke with a jump, water splashed every where, he fumbled around in confusion, slipping and felling down into the tub filled with the ice cold water. After several seconds of struggling, fingers gripped the edge of the tub and he pulled himself out of the icy bath, a scream ripped from his throat as barred wire slashed into his legs. He was entangled in mess, and resting close to the source of the tie he hadn’t felt its bite before now. He dropped to the ground, legs still held in the tub by the tight steel that bit into his flesh. He screamed, fingers going for the wire trying to get it out from the jeans and his flesh, but he couldn’t get his nails under the wire and pull it free.

He felt it biting in deeper and he pushed his legs farther into the bath tub to get some of the pressure off, in frustration he slammed his head back on the tiled floor. It cracked and droplets of blood splattered behind his skull. He growled in pain, hand balling into a fist to punch into the tiles, cracking them under the power. “Where am I!” His voice rang with an inhuman tone, it was filled with snarls and growls like an animal.

Slowly the rage was building up, Kalib hadn’t wanted it to come to this, but he was left with no choice. He was going to lose his legs if he didn’t do something soon. The transformation didn’t come easy, it never did, it was filled with pain that was vocal, physical and messy. Bones started to pop and contort, flesh started to melt away, falling free from the mans body to be replaced by wet white and tan fur. The barbed wire started to pop and stretch as the human legs grew into something much thicker, the legs of a creature that was half beast and half man.

Claws wrapped around the wire, and he pulled with his might, getting it lose enough for him to pull his limbs free. Blood gushed over the ground that was littered with broken tiles, shed flesh, glop and tethered clothing. He struggled to his feet, but he couldn’t find it, his lower limbs were throbbing with pain. The great white man tiger roared in displeasure as he crawled away from the suffocating bath he awoke in. Heavy breaths were taken as he looked around the room, never noticing it until now, it was a prison cell bathroom.

“You’re in Rehab Kalib.” A heavy masked voice crackled over an intercom, it ended with a high pitched screech that sent the man-beast to his side holding his ears in pain causing blood to slowly roll from the two small holes. It had no effect on natural humans, only those that were like him, only those that were ’infected’ crumbled at that pitch. “You’re here to help me catch your little misfits!” The voice that would later become to be known as Cain rang over the loud speaker.

So this was the new life for every other creature that was like Kalib. Only they knew they were truly not infected with a disease, and no matter how hard they tired, they couldn’t seem to convince the government that they were not a thread to the world. Little by little, they were all sniffed out and taken into custody finding of their different weakness by using Kalib as a genie pig. Two years came to past and nearly every shifter was found out and taken in, and those that were still on the lose, knew their time was very limited.

In those two years Kalib the first of their kind was tormented until he was no longer any use to the twisted government that had captured them all. He was released from high control Rehab and sent to the largest confine that Rehab had under their control, General Halo Rehab or GHR for short.

Kalib’s mind was torn from his torments, but he was still that intelligent beast that created an empire of his kind. True he had been caught, and his people were being prosecuted and confined with no real reason other than false conceptions of Lycanthropy being a biological terrorist attack. Kalib refused to let his kind be abused and barred up like common murders and rapist, he started his plans for his revolution.

 

It’s believed that Kalib was the first Lycanthrope, which in all truth he was not the first of his kind. He was the first to go public with his breed, gathering followers as the few years passed. It didn’t take long for the 16 year old to gain a large group of people that were dedicated to their species. Kalib’s empire soon grew in four short years from one to one hundred thousand, and in the year 2079 when he was at the peak of his creation one of his very own close lieutenants ratted out the underground empire to the government that had been hunting his kind for years.

New empires are never something friendly in the eyes of the National United Republic (NUR). After the fourth world war, in 2024 and the rebuilding of the world, the NUR was entrusted with all of the worlds mass weapons and the worlds policies, or at least what was left of the world. It took 40 long years for the NUR to fully rebuild the world back to the standards of which the United States, Great Britten, Japan Canada and Australia had before the war. Despite this only 80% of the world was populated to a standard number of people, and its newly found friends.

The NUR knew in 2037 that a new breed had been unleashed on the earth. The leaders at the time believed it was a genetic defect that the nuclear war caused, later finding out that this new disease had been around since the beginning of time. Like all governments they kept this hidden from the people, not wanting to burden them with this fact. Slowly it was pushed under the table cloth and forgotten about until a small revolution arose in 2065 when an out break of the infection of Lycanthropy pledged a small area in Japan. The NUR tired to cover this up, but they were found and were forced to make Lycanthropy legal. Of course this brought discrimination and Lycan’s didn’t want to come out of the wood work out of fear of losing their lively hood, or their life in general. Rumors were spreading quickly that whole families where being taken away and killed with even the slightest suspicion of Lycanthropy.

2075 rolled around, and a young man that had grown up as a Lycanthrope Revolutionist took matters into his own hands after loosing his family to a government raid. Kalib only barely survived himself, coming home late from school he witnessed the murder of his parents and close family members and friends. Kalib ran, and took the streets. Kalib was a childhood protégée, being extremely intelligent and a mastermind at science and human relations.

The underground empire grew quickly, very quickly in fact. Many of the Lycanthropes were ready to come out from hiding and find justice. Kalib never let on to his followers that he was so young, he had been a grad student and did look the part of a young 20 something year old man. It of course wouldn’t be until later when he was discovered and back stabbed that he was only 16 years old when he started the revolution.

In 2079, the down fall of everything the young emperor had dreamed of came down in a crashing motion. He hadn’t calculated one of his own lieutenants being captured by the NUR and taken in for questioning and giving up the vital information and location of the strong hold. Kalib was captured in his own home by the very women that he had trusted to keep the secret. Love always seems to get in the way, and it was never strong enough to keep a needle from piercing the skin and capturing the king. It only took two years for NUR to learn enough from torturing Kalib to capture over 77% of Kalib’s revolutionaries. Currently, Kalib is within General Halo Rehab where he is trying to regain the trust of his followers to lead them in another revolution to break out of Rehab.