Heart on a noose (Private)

There he was. Laying on the ground somewhere in Europe or in a bed it wasn't really clear. The Sun was burning so bright through these blinds that you needed sunglasses to properly identify anything. But yes this man he was laid out on the flooor and he wasn't looking his best. His ponytail and his facial hair didn't look that much of brown because they had a glossy red like color to them.. So did his chest, his hands and his mouth. What the hell happened to him? He was now butt ass naked and groggy as he moved his hands around before slowly standing to his feet and shielding his eyes from the sun. "Damn". Were the only words he said as he shieled his eyes and reached the blinds closing them before actually noticing his hands were covered in blood and his fingernails looked like they had a bad night with Queen Latifah in 1989. Anyway he quickly ran trough this place he was at into a bathroom where he saw his face was covered in blood and his hair and face matched. "MY GOD" he would say as he jumped into the shower letting the hot water pour down on his body as smoke began to emit from the area. He hadn't actually known what happened to him but all he could remember is fighting a were-"THATS IT" is what Lone Star would shout after he remembered what happened last night involving the wolf.. Did it do something to him? Quickly Lone Star would jump out the shower and grab a towel before running into a room where he saw about 3 dead bodies. Two female one male and they were nearly turned into bacon from being bitten and scratched at so much. Oddly enough the guy that looked like he was apart of the attacking wore the same size pants as Lone Star and they weren't spotted up with blood so they were quickly stripped from the man and placed on the waist of Lone Star so he could do out. He grabbed his Bo staff before running out of the house and downstairs or the first flight of stairs he found anyway. Once Lone Star got downstairs he went to the front desk and asked for security footage of the night before and the man at the front desk was hesitant but eventually gave in. As the tapes played you never saw Lone Star come in the building from from a street away in a corner angle you could see a man carrying something in his mouth or was it a dog carrying something.. The man at the front desk began to point at it so Lone Star banged his head into the wall heading out of the hotel. He needed to go and quick. Now outside Lone Star would begin to whistle as he hailed down a cab climbing in and reaching into this mans pants and finding a wallet with alot of Euros. Like it was no need to carry around this much money. Anyway he'd pay the cab driver and continue on down the long drive with the words "Closest Airport. I need one now". The cab driver nodded and Lone Star melted into his seat realizing his bite mark was gone. He began freaking out as he didn't know what to make of this but he knew he shouldn't be worrying about this right now. He needed to worry about fixing this situation and removing whatever happened to him but how? He never actually saw the person that did this to him. Reaching the airporst Lone Star hopped out the cab and ran right into the airport and directly to their "SHIELD" section. He knew he could still fake like he was still in that organization if needed. Once in the airport he got scanned and of course the name came up as "Red Arrow, Donnille Hines". He didn't really remember much about his past but he did know his true name. He learned it awhile back. But anyway here he was. Boarding a private plane and still wondering why those SHIELD folks never removed his name from their database unless he was still a registered member there? That would be odd. Anyway once on the plane Lone Star would take a seat and rest back before slowly remembering stuff. He remembered a face and being strapped down to a table. He remembered being shocked over and over and screaming. He remembered being bloody from the head down.. What the hell was this? Quickly he awoke and he was already landed on American soil. Texas to be exact. Once off the plane Lone Star headed out to the streets where he knocked a dude off his motorcycle and proceeded to ride it down the highway before reaching a special carven where he had a history. Or atleast he remembered seeing it in his flashbacks here and there. It was called "Moonlight". Oh how ironic given the situation at hand that title was just to cliche like this was a fucking horror werewolf movie going on or something. Anyway once Lone Star arrived there he walked into the carven and heard someone call him out "LONE" were the words he heard. Who was this bitch? As an African-American lady with short blonde hair came out and hugged him. She grabbed his right hand and took him to the back of the building where she proceeded to grab his private regions causing him to jump. "Ouch" Lone would say before her face got serious. "Memory lost, Fighting for the wrong side, Now a fucking werewolf man?". Lone Star didn't know how the hell that lady knew his situation but he did wanna know how she knew him... As Lone Star tried to speak he was cut off "I'm Alicia Jackson. We met back when you worked for S.H.I.E.L.D and became good.. good friends" Is what she would say as she began rubbing on him in those regions once again. "Anyway I'm a telepath and I can sometimes see the future and yours isn't looking to bright booboo.." Lone Star would finally get to speak after damn near being molested by a telepath "I don't know who you are or if you're telling the truth but what the fuck is going on?"