Angela's Apocalypse

Content Warning: This story contains implications and mentions of non-consensual sexual situations. The situations are not described. They happen "off screen" and directly affect a main character in this story. Please use discretion when reading.

This a bit of a slow burn, lots of plot with a bit of sex. The sex is at the end if you want to skip all the build up.

Characters depicted in sexual situations are all over 18 years old. All characters are mine.

Angela's Apocalypse: Full Moon Apocalypse

September 2043

Darin woke with a start. The collar around his neck was cold and biting into his skin. He was curled in a tight crescent shape facing the chain link of his enclosure. A foul rotten taste coated his tongue and throat causing him to cough harshly. He spat out a rancid glob of flesh.

"Fuck," he groaned, with another sharp cough.

A dull thud pounded all through his skull, while his muscles ached deeply down to the bone. It was as if he could feel them pulsing and contracting around his skeletal structure, which was more than a little unpleasant. Darin rubbed the dirty heel of his hand against one eye then other, but he kept them closed for a moment longer against the fall light streaming down on him.

The quarters he lived in between full moon phases were small with an outdoor yard accessed by a crawl through. It was the type of thing you would see for animals in a sketchy zoo and that was exactly how he felt at the moment; trapped, abused, and sick. He was filthy as they only let him wash once a month usually right after his transformation. The wash was simply someone hosing him off quickly while he frantically scrubbed his skin and hair with a shaving of soap they tossed at him.

His stomach rolled but felt empty at the same time. That's how he knew there had been undead last night. As a werewolf the virus didn't turn him, but his stomach was always roiling and uncomfortable for a week after he dispatched them, especially more than one. He hacked again, the cough racking his thin body. He felt the ache of it deep in his chest, and he groaned weakly.

"Are you OK?" a small voice asked from behind him.

Darin twitched at the sound, rubbing his eyes open before he rolled over slowly trying to clear his throat. He spat out another disgusting glob from his mouth. A boy was huddling in the corner of the yard. Darin felt a horrible drop in his stomach as he registered who was sharing his pen. It was crystal clear to him what had been done; the knowledge caused a twist of deep unadulterated hatred for himself to coil tightly in his chest.

"Sorry," Darin said roughly rubbing his arm over his mouth. "That was gross."

"That's...OK," the boy said.

He pulled his knees closer to him, trying to take up as little space as possible. Darin studied the boy. His face was streaked with dirt and his mouth and chin were slathered with blood. The boy also wore a tight collar around his neck, the skin beneath it bruising already.

There were some blobs of flesh near the boy and a small puddle of vomit. His body was also streaked with dirt and mud. He leaned heavily against the chain link, his arms wrapped around his knees. Both he and the boy wore tattered dirty boxer shorts. At least they were afforded that small "dignity."

"I'm OK," Darin said. "Just a bad taste in my mouth."

The boy's eyes traveled to him once again and looked over him. He nodded slowly, not taking his eyes off Darin now. He crawled closer to the boy, who flinched and tried to pull even tighter to himself.

"It's OK, I won't hurt you," Darin said. "Are you OK?"

The boy's eyes glassed with tears that immediately spilled over. He looked away from Darin, out through the chain link again.

"I miss my dads," the boy said.

"Yeah," Darin said slowly.

His eyes raked over the boy's arms quickly and he saw what he'd dreaded he might see. The boy's arm was covered in bloody bite marks. Darin was sure the other, tucked close to his side and pressing against the chain link, probably looked the same.

"Did you..." Darin started. The boy turned to look at him again. "Do you know what happened to your arms?"

"Yes," he said. The boy's eyes darkened. "And I know it was you. But I'm just too tired to be mad at you."

A sob worked up Darin's chest and like the boy he was too tired to stop it. He buried his face in his hands and cried for a minute. For a five count he let himself loudly and messily sob before he forced himself to stop and wiped his eyes roughly.

"Fuck," he growled. "I'm sorry kid. I don't have a lot of control when I'm a wolf, unless we're family."

"I guess we're family now," the boy said.

He still had tears on his cheeks but was silent as he cried.

"I guess," Darin replied quietly. "What's your name?"

"Jax," he said.

"Jax, I'm Darin." He stood shakily and held out a hand to the boy. "Come on, they'll be coming in with the hose to clean up here soon. Then they'll let us rinse off."

Jax glanced down at the vomit and the globs of rancid flesh he'd obviously retched up.

"That's OK Jax. It's normal, well normal for a first-time werewolf," Darin said.

Jax reached up to Darin and grasped his hand. Darin pulled him gently up. Jax wobbled and gagged a little clutching a hand to his mouth.

"It's OK kid, don't swallow it. It's coming up for a reason," Darin said gently.

Jax turned and Darin closed his eyes at the sound of splattering. Jax started to sob.

"Hey, hey," Darin rubbed a hand over his shuddering back. "It's OK. It's gross, but you'll be OK."

Jax nodded as he straightened up, but his sobbing didn't stop. Darin carefully reached out and brushed his hand through the kid's filthy hair.

"Shhhh, it's OK kid," Darin said. "You're not alone Jax alright?" Jax's glimmering eyes held Darin's, and he nodded. "Alright, let's go in. They let us sleep for a few hours before it's our turn to get cleaned up."

The two crawled through the small door that led to their indoor enclosure. On opposite walls there were thin mattresses topped with a scratchy woolen blanket. A big bucket was tucked into a corner for other needs.

"Just try to get some rest OK, Jax," Darin said.

Jax nodded and pulled the blanket over his skinny shivering body. Darin put his back to Jax again, curled into a crescent and cried silently until he fell asleep.

~~

"Alright you two, get up!" a rough voice shouted.

A baton banged against the bars of the enclosure Jax and Darin slept in. Darin jumped and snarled, unable to hold it back in his surprise.

"Oh! Getting an attitude huh wolf?" the voice spat.

Darin grimaced, he knew that voice, fucking Garcia. He'd come in with Monica's crew and ruined everything that The Safety had been.

He rolled to his back and pushed himself into a seated position and glared at the man standing outside the enclosure.

"Darin, my name is Darin," he growled.

Garcia grinned evilly at him.

"I think I'll just stick with wolf," Garcia said.

Darin glanced across the room and saw Jax, huddled in the corner. If it was possible he was even more of a mess than before. Tears leaked from his eyes, his boxer shorts and mattress were soaked with urine. His chin was not only streaked with blood now but also vomit. Darin felt a wave of guilt for sleeping through all of the kid's issues, he was always just so exhausted after transformation, especially now since he wasn't allowed to recover properly.

Garcia finally registered that Darin was studying the kid and the mess. He looked over and let out a disgusted yell.

"Christ kid! There's a bucket for a reason," Garcia snarled, putting a hand over his mouth and nose.

Jax hiccupped and put his forehead to his knees, sobbing loudly.

"I want my dad," Jax moaned as he hiccupped again.

Darin cringed and stood unsteadily walking over to Jax. He plopped next to him carefully avoiding the rancid puddles. He smelled terrible, but Darin was sure he reeked just as badly.

"Sick!" Garcia mumbled.

"It's OK, Jax," Darin mumbled to the kid. "It's the exhaustion, it's alright."

Jax continued to sob and pulled himself into a tighter ball.

"Fucking gross," Garcia said. "Grant is hosing out the mess you two left outside. He'll be in to hose you sick fucks off soon."

"Fuck you Garcia," Darin said half-heartedly.

Garcia scoffed and flipped him the bird before swaggering off down the hallway.

"Kid, I swear this is all normal," Darin said.

He put a hand tentatively to his knee. Jax flinched a little but looked up at him.

"Really?" he asked, bringing his eyes up to meet Darin's.

Darin held his gaze. It was normal, although Darin had gone through it as a much younger wolf. Transformation had happened to him at four, a little early but he still remembered trying to get used to the feeling of heaviness in your stomach, the exhaustion the next day that made it impossible to move even if you had to pee. He couldn't imagine what it would have been like if his first kills as a wolf had been zombie flesh. Even as a full-grown werewolf, it turned his stomach.

"Yeah Jax, I promise you," Darin said with a small smile.

"I knew I had to pee. I tried to get up and get to the bucket," Jax said, with a shake of his head. "Even when I was...when I threw up again, I just couldn't move."

Darin put a hand to his shoulder.

"Yeah, I know," Darin said. "It gets easier, OK? I mean the undead flesh is always going to...not be right. I even feel like throwing up after that. But the exhaustion, the being able to get up when you need to, that gets easier."

Jax finally looked away and nodded.

"Will we get to change? Clean up?" Jax asked. "Do these come off? It hurts."

Jax tried to tuck his fingers between the collar and his neck, pinching the skin there with a wince. Darin shook his head slowly, studying the bites along his arms. They were beginning to heal, thanks to the kid's new werewolf blood, but still Darin told himself what a piece of shit he was.

"The collars never come off. But we do get to wash up, it's cold. But it's the only washing we get, so try to make the best of it," Darin said. "I'll ask for a new mattress for you, but they might say no."

"OK," Jax said his voice going hard.

Darin watched the kid fight down the hard look on his face, the simmering anger that was gathering behind his tired eyes, that slight hint of yellow.

"Say it kid," Darin said, sitting back. "Just let it out."

"You fucking did this to me," Jax spat, his knees pulled away a little as he stabbed out a finger to him.

His voice sounded weird when he dropped the f-bomb and Darin wondered if he'd ever said it before then.

"Yeah, I did," Darin said.

Jax gritted his teeth, which sharpened to points, his nails going long. His face contorted with rage and fear as he witnessed his nails growing in front of his eyes.

"I want to go back; how do I go back?" Jax asked harshly.

"You can't kid," Darin sighed. "I'm sorry, I really really am."

"Fuck you," Jax spat. He leaned forward onto all fours. "You did this, and I'm stuck now. I fucking hate you."

Darin nodded as the kid leaned toward him. With flashing yellow eyes Jax's hand shot out with a loud snarl. His fingernails slashed over the exposed skin of Darin's neck bringing up stinging welts but not breaking the skin.

Jax's face paled, the yellow seeping immediately out of his eyes, teeth rounding, and nails retracting quickly. Darin had leaned back but not crawled away. He deserved whatever this kid would dish out to him. He waited for Jax's rage to return but it didn't, instead he crumpled onto Darin's lap and started to cry again.

"I fucking hate you," Jax said.

"I know kid," Darin said. "Join the club," he muttered under his breath.

~~

Grant came by with the hose. While he wasn't friendly per se he wasn't the world's biggest asshat like Garcia. He took a little extra time letting Jax get cleaned off. After they had changed clothes quickly, he hosed down the enclosure, replaced their bucket with a fresh one and said he'd look in to getting the kid new bedding.

Their one daily meal was brought to them and the two ate in silence. Jax glancing over at Darin occasionally. Finally, after countless glances Darin sighed.

"What?" he asked.

"I wanted to say sorry for scratching you," Jax said.

"It's OK, Jax. I'm not mad about it," Darin said. He swiped his stale bread roll through the instant gravy on his tray. "I don't expect you to forgive me."

"Not yet?" Jax asked.

Darin looked up and held the kid's gaze. He shrugged.

"Not ever. I wouldn't wish what's happened to you on anyone Jax," Darin said.

Jax's face danced with emotion, but he nodded and shoved the rest of his food into his mouth.

"Is this really the only meal we get?" he asked.

"It is," Darin said.

"There's not even any meat," Jax muttered. "All I want right now is, like, a huge burger."

"Yeah, we have to hunt our own," Darin said.

"But...but I threw it all up," Jax said.

"I know," Darin said. "And you probably won't keep any down for the next couple cycles. Especially if all we find is undead, which is...most likely. A lot of the animals fled, so there's not much by way of actual good meat around."

Jax sighed and looked down at his tray. He pushed the remaining soggy vegetables around.

"Is it always this bad?" he asked.

"It's better when Margaret is on kitchen duty," Darin said. "But looks like it's Monica right now. She overcooks everything."

"Am I gonna die?" Jax asked, his eyes leaking tears for the umpteenth time that day.

"I don't think so kid," Darin said with a sad smile.

"Am I ever gonna stop crying?" he asked, wiping a hand roughly over his cheeks.

Darin flinched and looked down at his own empty tray.

"Probably not. The day you stop crying is the day you stop being human," Darin said.

"I'm already not human," Jax said with a sob.

"Only partly Jax," Darin said.

~~

The weeks were long, repetitive and boring. They weren't allowed to do anything between full moon cycles and were kept in the enclosure. Darin had to admit he was glad for the company and for the feeling of being a parent again. He missed Aric and Callie so deeply sometimes he didn't know what to do with himself.

As the days passed, Jax and Darin started to grow closer despite how much Jax wished he could avoid it. Like any self-respecting fifteen-year-old he wanted to be mad at this man forever. He knew that it hadn't really been Darin's fault that his life had so fundamentally changed, that everything was so much more screwed up now.

It

was

Darin that had bitten him repeatedly, but he slowly came around to the idea that it had been some unknown person holding the cattle prod that drove the wolf to bite him. It had been Garcia that had put him in the enclosure with Darin to begin with. He knew the whole thing was Monica's experiment. Darin had explained who Monica was, but it was difficult for Jax to put the blame squarely on her.

She was barely a person to him, just someone he heard about often but never saw. She hadn't even come by the enclosure after it was clear Jax had survived the first transformation, that one of her experiments had finally been successful. As such she remained more of an enigma or a vague idea of a person in Jax's head.

Darin was a person with substance that he could put the blame on. But as Darin explained the history of The Safety, what it had become, and Monica's role in its destruction, Jax found his resolve to hate him forever breaking down.

Especially after Darin told him about the ways that they had tried to increase their werewolf population to add to their security measures. They had tried breeding, but that had ended badly, a topic on which Darin would not expound further. They had thrown multiple kids into the enclosure with Darin in his wolf form and many of them had not survived the bites or hadn't made it through the initial transformation. Jax was their first "success".

"Is anyone here good anymore?" Jax asked quietly one day.

"Some," Darin mumbled. "Joanie is good. Margaret is kind, but believes Monica is infallible."

The weather had been humid and cloudy and even though a misty rain fell gently around them, the indoor enclosure was stuffy. So, the two of them were spending most afternoons outdoors, huddling under a small outcropping to keep from getting soaked. Jax dug the toe of his busted-up sneakers into the dirt, kicking at stones.

"Do you think we'll ever get out of here?" Jax asked in a whisper, his lips barely moving.

"I dunno kid," Darin closed his eyes and turned his face up towards the fat gray clouds. "I fucking hope so."

~~

November 2043

It was the night before the full moon. Jax and Darin had been snapping at each other all day. The lack of privacy made it so difficult as the full moon approached. Jax had even lashed out a few times, scratching long pointed nails through Darin's skin. He shrugged it off when Jax looked stricken and apologized.

Darin had explained about certain aggressions and urges becoming heightened the closer they got to the full moon. Jax's face had blazed red while Darin explained, but he mostly held his eye contact and listened.

Usually no one came around the enclosure outside of mealtimes the night before the full moon phase since Darin got so hostile, so he was surprised when Monica approached the bars of his cell holding two sets of manacles. A young-looking girl with blonde hair, green eyes and a smattering of freckles trailed along behind her.

Darin stared through the bars at Monica steadily, but his chest was clenching tightly. Monica only came to his enclosure personally for one reason.

"No, Monica please, don't," Darin whispered. "Not today, why today?"

"Darin," Monica said quietly. "We're going to try again."

"Please Monica, I don't...I don't want to," Darin sputtered.

Jax looked between Darin, Monica and the little girl.

"What's happening?" Jax asked.

Darin glanced at Jax quickly, then back to Monica.

"Please," he said.

Grant came up behind the pair, with a large key ring clutched in his hand. He took the manacles from Monica then twisted a key in the lock.

"We have a volunteer," Monica said quietly.

The volume of her voice was infuriating. Darin wished she would shout or push him around or do something, but she was so calm, so serene all the time.

"I can't," Darin said.

He backed up as Grant approached him with the manacles, his back going flat against the wall.

"We've had the most success with your responsiveness closer to the full moon Darin," Monica said cocking her head slightly. "Surely you know that."

"What's happening?" Jax asked louder, his eyes flashing yellow, a snarl pronounced in his voice.

Grant hesitated and glanced at the kid who was baring his sharply pointed teeth. He glanced back at Monica, who calmly pushed the little girl into the enclosure. She went in and stood in front of Jax. She was quite a bit shorter than him, so she looked up and beamed at him.

Jax stared at her for a minute, feeling his heartbeat quicken. He struggled to get his temper in check, pulling back on it roughly, his nails shrunk slightly, and his teeth rounded again, but his eyes still flashed as he fought against the wild rage rattling inside of him.

"I'm Heidi!" the girl said. "I'm supposed to stay in here with you until Darin gets back."

Bite her!

A voice screamed this over and over in Jax's head as he stared at Heidi's innocent face, something danced behind her eyes, and he pulled back harder on his temper, on his intrusive thoughts urging him to rip her to shreds. Jax glanced at Darin's face, which was a mask of panic, confusion, and feral terror. He looked back down at Heidi.

"Why is she here?" Jax asked, looking up at Monica again, who ignored his question.