Post by Special Agent Cox on Jul 13, 2014 12:23:57 GMT -5
Today was going to be a great day, Jesse could feel it in his bones. Naturally that feeling came from his own luck finally working out for him today. Yes, for once luck was on his side. Why you might ask? Well it was because of his powers. It was a well known fact with anyone that knew Jesse Cox and his secret double agent life that he was a mimic, and not a very good one at that. As a mimic Jesse was on the lowest skill level. Truthfully he wasn't even born a pure mimic, or even half of one. The man's powers just happened to be a genetic fluke. One of his ancestors had married a mimic in the past, and as the family line grew the thinner that mimic blood became, now it was only a dormant gene within the family, only showing up every once in awhile at random, that random chance becoming less likely by each generation. At first when he learned about that he thought he was lucky. Who could blame him for thinking that? Out of everyone in his family that could have been born with that gene he ended up being the lucky one. How many people could say that they were born with superpowers? But as time when on and he started putting those powers at work he realized that he was wrong.
Either because of his poor mimic genetics, or just never realizing what he was till much later in his life, Jesse could never use his powers correctly. They were just too random, it didn't matter what he consciously tried to copy, whatever he mimicked always ended up being random, and most of the time completely useless. It sucked, it really fricken sucked. What at first seemed like awesome super powers ended up making him less than useless. He tried his best to laugh off those failures but it was starting to bug him. It was only a matter of time before he got himself killed during one of his failures. Something had to be done, and now he was finally doing something about it. This was the thing that Jesse was so happy about today. It had been almost two weeks since he had asked Guillotine to help him train with his powers, and now that training was finally starting to pay off. At first it had been frustrating, but now he was turning into a hellhound more and more.
And god did it ever feel good being a hellhound. It was a little surprising at first just how into this training Jesse had become. Who would have guessed that a man could willingly turn into a beast and love doing so so much? As much as he knew that there were some obvious downsides to these powers, there were plenty of things about it that were awesome. Thanks to Gil Jesse was faster, stronger, his senses grew sharper, and he had a lot more energy than he ever had before. Turning into a hellhound had opened a completely new world to the human that he never realized before. Everything looked and smelled completely different than it did as a human and he loved it. He couldn't help but sniff around the place, even at headquarters. The man had taken a good few whiffs around the outside of the PIDA building in his new hellhound form as he marked the place before coming inside for something to eat and maybe hang out.
It...probably was best that he didn't piss around the building but he couldn't help it. A dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do, and what this dog had to do was some marking. That was exactly what he did and he didn't feel the least bit ashamed of it, mostly because he hadn't been caught in the act. Now that he was in the kitchens though he had another new craving...meat. Yes Jesse was hungry for something bloody. This was another very common craving that the man had whenever he became a hellhound. It was a craving that at times was not so easily sated. There was only so much he could do to fufill that craving when it hit, he might be a hellhound for a day but that didn't make him much of a hunter. He could hardly go out to get some live prey anyways when he was working so he had to find some kind of substitute. Luckily for him he found one.
There had been a really big juicy steak just calling out to him in the fridge that the man took. It was rather easy to just shove the thing in a frying pan to warm it up a little. The steak looked good enough in his eyes as it was but he wanted something warm and bloody. It only took a little bit to heat the thing up, in a few minutes Jessse had a delicious looking slab of meat all to himself. The man slapped the thing down on a large plate, grabbed a knife and a fork, and sat down at the nearest table to enjoy his meal. The man cut off a piece and plopped it in his mouth, slowly chewing and savoring the taste of blood in his mouth. Ah yes, this was the life. He had a good meal all to himself to enjoy and no one around in the kitchen to bother him. Maybe later if no one showed up he could sneak away to go and do some running. Yes, that would be perfect!
Either because of his poor mimic genetics, or just never realizing what he was till much later in his life, Jesse could never use his powers correctly. They were just too random, it didn't matter what he consciously tried to copy, whatever he mimicked always ended up being random, and most of the time completely useless. It sucked, it really fricken sucked. What at first seemed like awesome super powers ended up making him less than useless. He tried his best to laugh off those failures but it was starting to bug him. It was only a matter of time before he got himself killed during one of his failures. Something had to be done, and now he was finally doing something about it. This was the thing that Jesse was so happy about today. It had been almost two weeks since he had asked Guillotine to help him train with his powers, and now that training was finally starting to pay off. At first it had been frustrating, but now he was turning into a hellhound more and more.
And god did it ever feel good being a hellhound. It was a little surprising at first just how into this training Jesse had become. Who would have guessed that a man could willingly turn into a beast and love doing so so much? As much as he knew that there were some obvious downsides to these powers, there were plenty of things about it that were awesome. Thanks to Gil Jesse was faster, stronger, his senses grew sharper, and he had a lot more energy than he ever had before. Turning into a hellhound had opened a completely new world to the human that he never realized before. Everything looked and smelled completely different than it did as a human and he loved it. He couldn't help but sniff around the place, even at headquarters. The man had taken a good few whiffs around the outside of the PIDA building in his new hellhound form as he marked the place before coming inside for something to eat and maybe hang out.
It...probably was best that he didn't piss around the building but he couldn't help it. A dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do, and what this dog had to do was some marking. That was exactly what he did and he didn't feel the least bit ashamed of it, mostly because he hadn't been caught in the act. Now that he was in the kitchens though he had another new craving...meat. Yes Jesse was hungry for something bloody. This was another very common craving that the man had whenever he became a hellhound. It was a craving that at times was not so easily sated. There was only so much he could do to fufill that craving when it hit, he might be a hellhound for a day but that didn't make him much of a hunter. He could hardly go out to get some live prey anyways when he was working so he had to find some kind of substitute. Luckily for him he found one.
There had been a really big juicy steak just calling out to him in the fridge that the man took. It was rather easy to just shove the thing in a frying pan to warm it up a little. The steak looked good enough in his eyes as it was but he wanted something warm and bloody. It only took a little bit to heat the thing up, in a few minutes Jessse had a delicious looking slab of meat all to himself. The man slapped the thing down on a large plate, grabbed a knife and a fork, and sat down at the nearest table to enjoy his meal. The man cut off a piece and plopped it in his mouth, slowly chewing and savoring the taste of blood in his mouth. Ah yes, this was the life. He had a good meal all to himself to enjoy and no one around in the kitchen to bother him. Maybe later if no one showed up he could sneak away to go and do some running. Yes, that would be perfect!
