Several months he'd been at the game. Such as could be called. Street-thugs, robbers, even the odd heist that he'd stuck his nose in and had a resounding success in thwarting. Morpheus had taken to cleaning up the streets like a bear to honey. Sometimes quite literally, like when Battering Ram had taken over several bee farms.

It was the trysts of the Lieutennants of Dominion that stumped him the most. Dangerously trained minions who were well armed, and well informed, and leaders that could go toe-to-toe with the young hero. They were the most dangerous, and the most rewarding.

At least until that night.

The beam guns had come out, and though he dodged them smoothly, those that found their mark did more than just sting and burn. They sent a wracking jerk through his struck limb, that made shifting impossible for a few seconds. Quickly, things had taken a nasty turn, with the hyenolf, trying to dart through shapes; kangaroo, leaping from foe to foe, kicking and sending them crashing away. Cheetah; sprinting and ducking and dodging shots as best he could. Monkey; swinging and vaulting and trying to find some breathing room.

One particularly well placed shot between his shoulder blades sent the hero crashing to the ground. Tumbling in a heap and groaning, he clambered, stumbling, trying to get to his feet as the minions formed ranks. They didn't pepper him, as he feared. Just the odd shot that soon had him pressed back to a wall, his suit tattered, and head hung.

'Enough.' came a rich voice from beyond the minions. The weapons lowered.

Lifting his gaze, Morpheus watched the rabbits stepping back smoothly. Making way for a tall figure. Backlit by street-lights as his bootsteps carried him smoothly towards the downed hero. The figure's eyes gleamed red as he stood over the still wincing, twitching hybrid.

'So, this is the Marvellous Morpheus? The one who's been such an insistent thorn in the side of my plans?' The wolf came into view as he lifted a hand, adjusting his sharp angled, scarlet-lensed glasses. There was something in his voice that drew the hero's gaze, beckoning. Perhaps it was the grin that spoke around it, pointed, and dangerous. 'How wonderful to meet at long last. You no doubt know who I am.'

Of course the hero knew. Anyone who was anyone knew the name of the leader of the red and ebon-armored lapine squads.
'D-.. Dominion.' Morpheus winced, his head falling forwards with another wash of pain. A voice in his ear uttered desperate words to the hero, trying to get him to hold on. Help was on its way.

'Correct.' Rumbled the wolf, stooping and plucking the small device from the hyenid's ear. His free hand grabbed at the wrist of the exhausted hero as Morpheus tried to take a defensive swing, and wresting the other one up over the hyenid's head, he smirked. 'Now now, none of that.' The wolf rumbled, dropping the earpiece to the weathered concrete, and with a firm step, crushed it.

'I can tell by your dogged attempts to impede me, that you are not an unskilled young man.' The wolf said appraisingly. 'However, I think you are rather in the wrong business. You could do so much more, working for me.' The wolf smirked as he slowly grasped at the hero's domino mask. Drawing it away slowly, the wolf trailed a finger along the hero's chin, even as Morpheus tried to lean his face away from the villain.

'Look at me.' Grinned the wolf. His voice thrummed gently through the hero's mind, his eyes glowing softly as the hero winced. Oh, he'd heard stories, of course. The police department, the courthouse were full of the accounts of those who'd been enthralled with merely a command. With nothing more than a word. And despite himself, Morpheus' head drew up towards the wolf's.

His chest rose and fell faster, both for exertion and fear as the wolf drew a finger beneath his chin and stared into the bared face of the hero, his scarlet eyes boring into the sky blues. The look on the villain's face was that of a predator who had cornered his prey, advancing with salivating jaws.
'Good.' Dominion rumbled. 'Now, my dear Morpheus. Say farewell to your days of heroism.'
'N-.. no..' Gasped the hybrid, his eyes unable to pull away from the eyes filling his vision, the voice filling his mind.
'Yes, you are mine, now.'

The hero's eyes stared, his mouth trying to form words that his mind couldn't comprehend. The blue slowly shimmered with a reflection of the red of the villains. He was barely consciously aware of the wolf beckoning him to his feet. Even for the aches of his body, the call of the villain's voice drew him inexorably in Dominion's wake.

'Aesc, get it ready.' Were the last words the conquered hero recognised.

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A wonderful commission by the incredible  forest-wolf of our favourite hero's first fateful encounter with his arch nemesis and his diabolical powers of persuasion! Probably gunna turn this into a little series. :D
Nooo, it's not the end of the hybrid. Not yet~