Night Tale - Chapter 11
Vulnar the White moved aside so that I could see the entrance to the cave.
And standing in it huge black bear in an iron collar.
"Greetings, brother!" Vulnar the White exclaimed, straightening up in all his incredible growth. "It's good that you came to us for a party!"
I knew that he didn’t lie and the bear was really Vulnar Black. Behind the beast was attached the Hammer of Fate. And I also saw thit collar in the house of the blacksmith - it hung over his head day and night.
"Maybe you'll tell your hunter yourself, why do you need my skin? You cannot? Ah, pity," - said the master.
The bear growled, grinning. The sounds coming from his throat were almost articulate.
Vulnar the White growled in reply. The bear jerked his head, to the left, to the right, and moved toward him.
The owner laughed. The tips of his fingers glittered with metal, stretched out and sharpened. Sickle-shaped blades were rapidly sprouting from under the nails.
At the sight of them the bear stopped. He looked at me.
It seemed to me that the Wolfs’ Killer moved on my lap.
Pulse ninety.
At the end of the last century, Dr. Gaspar van Rihthen conducted a series of experiments with patients suffering from a rare type of infectious disease licantropia patologia. In particular, he tried to identify the causative agent of the disease and ways to fight it.
Pulse one hundred and five - one hundred and ten. The first signs of increased sweating.
In the course of his research, van Rihthen took extracts from the glands of the experimental subjects at different stages of the disease. He set himself the task of making the process of turning man into an animal reversible. Or at least slow it down.
Pulse one hundred and twenty. Abundant sweating. There is a sharp jump in the olfactory threshold.
Studying the reaction of an ordinary human body to the causative agent licantropia patologia, he injected the drug to volunteers who participated in the studies. Some of them showed increased immunity. Their blood was subsequently used in the preparation of antidote serum for those who were more susceptible.
Pulse up to one hundred and forty. The threshold of auditory sensitivity is increased. Partial loss of color vision. The olfactory threshold exceeded the human threshold several times. There are changes in blood composition. An injection of a stabilizing drug is required.
Stabilizer allowed to stay for about another twenty minutes. Then a double dose of antidote was required.
Otherwise, the subject ended his life in the same place, where poor people with increased perception to the pathogen. In block-I, abbreviated as Infektion. In the cell with an iron door and a small window.
Just in such a call hanged today's "patient" to gain freedom in a form of a werewolf.
Erica licked a drop of blood, which acted on the place of the injection. Struggling with desire to bite her arm.
Why these twenty minutes were necessary on the verge between man and beast? Why to break through the thickets, sweating drastically with sweat and wincing from too loud sounds of the steps?
Did Erica think about this, sticking a stabilizer in her arm?
She thought of the braga from the milk of the Valkyries and the small silver flask on the hunter's belt. An arbor in the park, in spite of the dampness, flared up in a huge fire.
Just one more reason to hurry.
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