6.
The Detective
I opened my eyes
to look at my surrounding. It was a warehouse with the palettes of crates all
stacked up four levels high in rows. There was the high wall windows that
allowed the moon light in. I then saw Cindy with her love in her hands,
cuddling the unconscious man while she had the terrified looks.
"Good
evening, Morales." There was the man whose daughter sat on the flooring.
He was dressed in a casuals; white shirt with dark pants while the dark shades
was on his forehead. "You took your time to wake up, Morales. I have been
speaking to my daughter before that."
The five ex-guards
of Hasin stood behind Golan then; they had been given their new set of clothes.
The new leader walked over to his daughter.
"Cinderella,
how can I assured you that I meant well for you." Golan stood over the
lady. "Whatever Hasin told you are all lies. We were not of one tribe.
Neither did we experimented with your mother. She was my love. She birth you.
You are our child...."
"Enough! I
......had heard enough." Cindy shouted to the man. "I seen your
works. You killed my friends. I did not believe it because I believed in you.
You told me they taken the wrong turn. It was a turn you created.'
"I
knew," Cindy looked to man and then to Jacobs. "He gave me the stuff
you fed to my friends. They died, but I could not. I became a monster. Your
creation."
"No,
Cinderella. You are not a monster. You had become what may be my dream. A
hybrid; one of Lycan and the other of her's." Golan stepped back to his
guards. "You are my dream warrior to fight the blood suckers and also the
Lycan."
"From you, I
would create the new tribe, the aukščiausias ( in lithuanian it mean supreme.
). My genes to stay dominant over yours, so that we remain supreme." Golan
looked to his daughter. "We won't fail you. There are six of us."
"You are
mad!" I shouted out. I pushed myself up. I found myself dizzy before
sitting down again. It must had been the tranquilizer that they shot me with.
"Down, Hantok
bitch!" Golan glared at me. "Who are you to tell me what is right and
wrong? Your tribe are few in numbers, and so are the rest. Do you think we would
ever grow to ancient size? We would but not yours. We would also removed the
blood sucking ones too. Then we would ruled the world like before. Before even
the dawn of man."
"You are a
crazy bastard." I shouted. "With the few of us, we should be preserving
the tribe. The blood suckers are still out there but they have kept their
distance. Peace reigned over both and it should be preserved."
"Enough of
your ramblings. Kill her." Golan gave the command. I spoke out fast.
"No,
wait." I went on my knees. "Tell me why did you had my mother
killed."
Golan looked to
me.
'"It was a
trade off for information on Hasin. I did it for that fee. He told where to
find you and who to do it." Golan replied to me. "I told lover boy
the price for my daughter. He took it like a fool. I had his hand cut off as a
punishment. He was left to suffer but he escaped. I did not expect him to seek
out Hasin. I should had killed him."
"Who gave you
the trade off?" I shouted.
"Your Ancient
did. He wants you dead. Not by the tribal rule but by man. He feared you and
wanted you dead." Golan shouted out. "Now I want you dead. You caused
me trouble."
"We want you
dead." The voice was from above; high up on the beams were seven wall
hugging blood suckers. "Golan of Goeld. I am calling you from the grave.
Its me Lichfield from your old state in the woods of Lithuania. Do you remember
me now, Golan? Or was it Gelim?"
The figure
descended down with his arms spread wide and the legs closed together like a
descending angel. He was dressed in a dark shirt and jeans. He had the youthful
look on him.
"I hate to
intrude but does anyone even knew we exist?" Lichfield asked. "He may
but he was keen to see us all vanish."
"Lichfield, I
thought you died then in the woods." Golan or Gelim replied. " I
killed you then. You lying bastard."
"Yes, I
almost died. But I lived and waited for today. The stake you planted in my
heart was pulled out in time, by an innocent person. I had that person to
provide me the nutrients to crawl to safety. Ten centuries it took me to
recuperate and restore myself. I had to bid my time on you." Lichfield
stepped out to the moon light. He was seen to be a tall man with a slim build.
"The
moonlight, I loved the full moon." Lichfield looked to Golan. "Bring
on your animal ego. I loved to see that once more."
Golan in his rage,
transformed to his alter ego as the Werewolf. He stood seven head's height
while his own guards also transformed to their wolf ego. Golan stepped forth to
faced the blood sucker.
"Must we, Golan?"
Lichfield hovered up above to half the body height of Golan. "Then it
would be your wish."
Six more
bloodsuckers swooped down and charged into the guards. The bodies clashed and
created their own arena of fights. Lichfield meanwhile had just hovered there
in front of Golan.
"Like old
times, huh?" Golan snarled in the howls of the ancient sound before he
charged at the hovering figure. They both crashed to the wall. It was Lichfield
who recovered faster with his body twisting free from the Lycan, he swooped up
and then down with both his legs aimed at the Lycan chest. The descending blow
knocked the Lycan into the flooring and below to the soil. Still on the body of
the Lycan, the blood sucker twisted his legs before kicking the Lycan to the
far corner.
Golan pulled his
body up upright and shook the dirt off the furs. There were parts of his body
covered with blood and furs but the Lycan was ready for another round. He was
next to me while I was still chained. He reached down and pulled at the chain.
It came off after a few tugs, and then snarled at me.
"He is our
enemy. Put aside the differences." Golan told me. He need not tell me
more. I basked myself in the moonlight and transformed. My body frame expanded
and the head went forth with the muzzle growing.
"Pagrindinis Vilkas
( In Lithuanian mean Prime Wolf. )" Litchfield spoke up on seeing my
transformation. That won't help him as I rushed to him, with my enhanced
strength, the remaining chain came loose easily. I swung out both my arms still
attached to the yard long chain. The end of the chains hit the blood sucker on
the body causing it to hover backwards, but I was relentless with my attack. I
swung at him until he crashed to the wall. I jumped onto him and thrust my
claws into his face and neck. I held fast on the bones there and jerked it off
him. I fell back with part of his low jaws and shoulder blades.
"Aargh!"
The blood sucker tried to screamed but there was not much to bring it out. It
turned its back but I charged in this time with the right chain held taut on my
left hand. I shaft the chain into the open wound of the bloodsucker and pushed
it in to his heart. There I pierced it hard there and tore away at the
arteries. It tried to struggle against me but it had never fought a prime Wolf
like me. I was to struck it when Golan rushed from behind me to sink his claws
into the blood sucker chest to ripped the heart out. It took the heart and sank
his fangs into it.
The other blood
suckers came to their leader plight but on seeing the dead leader, they all
flew up and crashed through the upper windows. I stood there to looked at the
remaining werewolves; besides Golan, there was three of the guards, bloodied
but still alive.
The Attorney
I shouted in joy
when the officer announced that they picked up the signal. It was moving and
Clarice had called on the action to rolled. I counted six SUV with four
officers each vehicle. We were heading to the pier and then diverted to the
warehouses. I prayed hard that it was Morales on the other end. She could had
taken my portable with the jacket. I turned off the unit during the discussion
and she must had turned it on. The Bureau had the technology to do such tracks
by beaming off the transmission towers and triangulating the position.
"She had
stopped moving. Its there." The officer pointed to the coordinates.
"All units on
standby for action." Clarice had taken over the situation. She looked at
me and then passed me the kelvar vest. "Put that on. It might helped you
in case you get shot."
I looked at the
vest and then slipped it on. I was scared and part of me said I had to go in.
Morales may need me. I was tapped on the left thigh.
"Hold onto
this." She handed me a small gun. I looked at her. She knew that I
disliked guns. I shook my head.
"Then stayed
behind." She gave me an order. I nodded. Soon we reached the spot. It was
a massive warehouse with four large sliding doors. The officers were split into
two teams; the assault team of the heavily armed personnels and there was the
agents like Clarice. We have no power in the warehouse but there was the
moonlight.
Clarice heard the
windows crashing and gave the go ahead. The twelve men assault team in with
their rifles leveled and the torches shining. It was like a scene from the
movie; armed men rushing in with the constant assuring call of 'clear' as they
round the corners.
Then all hell
broke loose.
Special Agent
I heard the radio
calls and gunshots. Whoever was there was fast and could not be make of with
the limited light.
"I think I
got the bastard".
"Aargh!
Someone cut me." These officers were wearing armored kelvar vest, and yet
it was torn with ease.
"I...."
Damned, I lost one officer. The second call came in confirming that he was
dead.
"Group and
move in cautiously." I told the section leader. I looked my officers; they
are all huddled close with their Remington and Glock drawn. I hate situation
like this. It spoke of panic and uncertainty. I had called for reinforcement.
Their arrival was ten minutes.
"Stand down'."I
told the assault team. " We would stand down."
I had over
reacted. I had failed to take cautions.
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