Try Not to get Bitten

Who: Dorian and Aiden
Where: The hospital
When: Night

As soon as the sun went down, Dorian's guard was up. While he knew there were potential werewolves in the hospital, there was always a chance that wasn't the only place they were, and he really preferred not to get bitten. Being what he was, he didn't think it would matter, but if he was wrong, then he'd have a conflict on the full moon and the new moon. And that was just a pain in the ass. Plus, he had the feeling being bitten would hurt like a bitch.

Aiden had heard reports of chaos at the hospital and figured that anyone who had been bitten prior to the full moon were now shifting and running amok. He doubted that the hospital was the only place cursed werewolves were hanging out, but he and Dorian had a decision to make. "Are you feelin' up to dealin' with the chaos at the hospital?" Aiden asked Dorian as he drove them both through the streets of Marquette. "That seems to be where the action would be... we would just have to avoid getting caught by the police."

"It seems like the best place to start," Dorian said. "We can start there and then move out, try and minimize the damage. I don't even know how many we're dealing with." And that was the problem, that every person wounded up till now would change tonight, and they only knew of those that were still at the hospital. Hopefully there weren't any unreported incidents. "Just don't wave your gun around," Dorian grinned. "We don't want to freak out the people that might need our help."

He couldn't help but laugh a bit, despite the situation. "You think I'm going to go brandishing my gun around people stuck in a hospital? If I see a furry beast? No promises... but I doubt I'll wave my weapon around if it's not necessary." Aiden spared a glance at Dorian. "You've got to watch your own abilities around people too, you know. I think they would be more freaked out at werewolf flying magically through the air than a guy with a gun."

"What reason do I have to lift them off the ground?" Dorian asked, raising a brow. "If I need to move 'em, I'll slide 'em across the floor-- how's that?" He didn't bother to point out that no one would know it was him, since he wasn't going to make an issue out of any of it. His plan was more alone the lines of brandishing a silver knife and taking them down quickly and efficiently. Silver bullets also worked, and he had them on him, but the minute they started shooting, they needed to be aware of who might see them doing so.

"I guess that's less noticeable," Aiden agreed. "I say if we see a cop, we go in the other direction unless they're being mauled. I want to keep this as low key as possible." He reached between the seat for his cigarettes and then released them. He didn't really had time to smoke now, as they came upon the hospital. He glanced at Dorian again. "Are you lookin' to kill the things all together? Or get them locked in somewhere until sunrise?" A lot of hunters had moral dilemmas when it came to werewolves, given there was a person locked inside the beast that was unaware of what it was doing.

This was an issue upon which Dorian was torn. If there had been one cursed werewolf to deal with, he'd want to lock them up, give them a chance to understand the situation, but they weren't dealing with one. In fact, he wasn't sure how many they'd have in Marquette at this point, and how many more they'd have by the next full moon. Every person bitten tonight would be an issue to be dealt with and he just couldn't see the humane approach working this time around. "I think we're likely to get ourselves killed if we try locking them up. There's just too many to let them run free," Dorian sighed. "Are you okay with killing 'em?"

Aiden released a slow breath, parking along the road to the hospital and staring up at the building. "If you had asked me that six months ago there wouldn't have even been a discussion..." Now... now he wasn't sure. Which sort of pissed him off profusely. He wasn't sure who to blame for the shift in conscience. There were plenty to point fingers at. "I say we take them out when it's necessary. If they're attackin' someone, or running completely rampant. If we can lock them up somewhere, I say we take that route." And fuck, didn't that sound weird coming from him. It certainly felt strange to want to spare human life - even if they were monsters.

Dorian wasn't sure how he felt about Aiden's answer. Sure, he wanted to spare them, but how many would get hurt in the process? If they woke with no recollection of what had transpired, how would they ever learn to take the proper precautions? Was it better to spare them, just because the human mind within was innocent? Dorian knew one thing-- he wouldn't feel guilty for killing a werewolf in battle form if it saved the lives of innocents. He had yet to decide how he felt about the bitten humans that would result afterward, that would be ignorant to the danger they caused those around them. "Let's do this then," Dorian said with half a smile. "Try not to get yourself bitten."

"I have no intentions of getting bitten," Aiden told Dorian, opening up his car door to get out. He had his knives and his guns packed away discreetly, and he was more then ready for some action. "Try not to get yourself killed," he countered, shutting his car door. He just wanted to get in, take care of the problem, and get out as quickly as possible. It was going to be a different situation for him - being surrounded by so many people who weren't targets, but he was sure he could handle it. And Dorian could take care of himself, which made it easier. He wouldn't have to constantly be worrying about him. "Should we split up? Or stay together...?"

"I've been through worse," Dorian said with a little smirk. Werewolves were nothing compared to demons. At least they had a severe weak point, which he planned on taking advantage of. "Why don't we split up. That way we can cover more ground and work our way through faster. Unless you think it's safer together?" Dorian was pretty sure he could handle himself, but he didn't want to find Aiden dead just because he didn't have backup. That would suck on so many levels. "Otherwise, we can meet back here when we're through. Do a sweep and make sure we get all those that are in the hospital." Dorian paused, looking up at the building. "And watch out for other hunters. It wouldn't surprise me if we're not the first to arrive."

"We can split up," Aiden agreed. He worked better on his own, not having to worry about whoever was with him - not that he did often, but Dorian was an exception. "I'll keep an eye out for hunters--" He might even recognize one or two if any had come to Marquette after the first couple nights of attacks. "Try not to get yourself killed, okay?" They were approaching the building and he reached into his jacket, feeling the gun resting there. He hoped that this wouldn't take long - a part of him still willing to try and trap the beasts in a room somewhere and let them survive until morning. It all depended, he supposed, on the situation they would find inside.

"I'll see what I can do," Dorian responded with a little smile. "See ya soon," he said, just as they walked in the entrance. Already he could hear sounds of chaos somewhere in the building, anyone who was near looking frantic or confused. Rather than deal with them, Dorian hurried to the first stairwell and took off, moving straight to where the action was-- some of it, at least. He could tell immediately that there was plenty to go around.

Aiden wasn't sure what to expect when he'd left Dorian, but he was definitely prepared for whatever came his way. Thankfully he didn't have to shoot any werewolves... it seemed Aiden and Dorian weren't the only hunters in the hospital. But he managed to get a few locked in empty patient rooms, and he only hoped they wouldn't kill each other by morning. It was a change of pace for him, trying to help rather than just killing. Aiden didn't know what it was that had him shifting his view on cursed weres, but he felt pretty good with himself by the time he went off to search for Dorian. It took him awhile, but when he found him, he slipped his gun back in his pocket, still out of breath from his efforts. "Hey man... I think we've done all we can do here for now. I think there's other hunters in the buildin'."

Dorian had taken the opposite approach, concerned that doors wouldn't hold a werewolf hostage. The work they'd done would end up useless if the cursed werewolves ended up escaping a few hours later, so instead he tried to take them out as painlessly as possible. Unfortunately, he didn't find as many as he expected, which either meant they'd already been killed, or they'd escaped the hospital. The later would be a problem, since they could be anywhere, attacking anyone, and they had no real way to find them. By the time Aiden found him, he'd done all the damage he could do and was trying to figure out what to do next. "Yeah, I'd rather get out than be recognized," Dorian said, thinking it was time to leave as well. "Wanna go grab a drink? I'm too wired to go sit at home."

"I could use a drink," Aiden said with a nod, reaching up to pull off his hat and run his hand over his forehead. He was tired and sweaty, but more than willing to hit back a cold one or two. "You okay? You didn't run into any trouble, did you?"

"Naw, I'm good," Dorian said, ignoring any scratches and bruises for the time being. He hadn't been bitten, and that was what mattered. Now he and Aiden could kick back for a few hours and wait it out till morning. He'd worry about the surplus of werewolves till later.