Night Tale - Chapter 13

cryptocrown (11)in #writing • 7 years ago

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"You are somewhere here. I know it. In your animal body, there is enough from the human to prepare a trap. "

Erica found footprints. They were left on purpose. The watchman was lucky. He read them incorrectly and went the other way. Bumped into her instead of a werewolf.

"You are not far from the broken cable, waiting in ambush. Losing the remnants of the mind. Remnants of patience. Especially now, when you feel my smell, enhanced by the action of the serum. "

Furious heartbeats were felt somewhere in the throat. He wanted to run, not understanding the road, howling from the overwhelming feelings. Keeping himself patient became more difficult. From twenty minutes there were only a few grains of sand left blown away by the wind.

"Well, where are you? Come, come to me!"

The darkness in bushes shrank before the throw.

It looked into Erica's eyes with its yellow pupils.

She bared her fangs and jumped.

Eriсa's hand turned into a smeared silhouette, tearing off the sling and sending silver scalpels into the abdomen of the werewolf.

She hasn’t missed with a single scalpel. Werewolf howled, rolled on the ground, tearing his belly with his claws. He rolled over his back and stood on four paws.

Now more cautiously he moved towards her, by sideways, preparing for a new jump.

Erica raised her hand with the crossbow. The main thing is to guess the moment of the jump. Otherwise, he will dodge. Even the serum-boosted muscles didn’t give her a chance to outpace the werewolf.

The phenomenon of accelerated perception, Gaspar said. He knew better than anyone how difficult it was to be quicker than a werewolf. For this knowledge, he paid with his right hand to the shoulder.

But the werewolf didn’t jump. He attacked from the bottom, trying to cling to the groin. It was the habit of an experienced killer and not just a novice who changed his body yesterday.

Eric had time to put a crossbow in his mouth. Under the pressure of the jaws, the weapon crackled, but the hand didn’t hurt.

With the free hand, she took one of the spare arrows. And she stuck it into the werewolf's eye.

Tugging with his head as hard as he could, the werewolf tore off the crossbow from her hand. He howled, shaking his head trying to remove the arrow from the wound.

"What was that?" Erica thought as she ran. If F-serum, it's over. The brain won’t stand the reverse transformation. If statin, then it will slow down him and it's good too.

But, judging by the speed and fury with which the werewolf was catching up on her, he was of a new, unseen kind.

When the Wolf Hook struck the heart of the werewolf, clinging to his ribs, the master howled. He howled, not stopping, while I pulled him up with my steel cable. My hands were full of great power.

Braga of Vulnar the Black was working.

But, it turned out, and it wasn’t almighty. Spinning as if his bones were of melted butter, the werewolf struck my face with his iron claws. If I wasn’t in the mask, I would lose my right eye. And so I got only deep, to the bone wounds.

In response, I swept into the transforming muzzle with the gun’s butt. The first time, then second. And turning the gun, I thrust the barrel between his iron teeth. Deep, to the very throat.

The eyes of the beast looked at me with human hatred.

I pulled the trigger.