been hiding so as to catch him
unawares.
So,
the others exposed themselves to draw me out, did they?
He
slowly eased his index finger onto the trigger that rested at the collar of the
katana. Xin pulled the trigger, and a bullet escaped the spacer of the katana
and blasted the head of the gunman clean off.
The
unique magazine hidden in the hilt of his katana couldn’t retain many bullets,
so he made sure the ones there were capable of maximum effect. He normally
resorted to such tactics when dealing with vampires. Firepower that exploded on
impact made all the difference…against a human it was a total waste.
Hmph ,
all human…
Xin
heard the rest of the men heading in his direction. He turned right and darted
towards the building. A bullet entered his midsection from behind and he
released a fierce howl before he leapt a yard into the air.
In mid-air
he felt the proportions of his human form contort grotesquely into an abnormal
shape. The drastic change was so sudden and crippling a regular human
unfamiliar with the pain would have lost their mind to the agony. But for him
it was a clean and welcome occasion that he could acutely manipulate. His whole
body convulsed as he transformed. Thick, dark-grey, bristling hairs grew out instantaneously
along the stretch of his back. Brown fibers mirrored the effect on the other
parts of his body. Human ears gave way to long, thin ears that burst out on
either side of his head. His human face transformed into the massive embodiment
of an overgrown jackal.
With
the transformation into a were behind him, he landed onto the side of
the building. The strong claws of his large, newly-formed jackal paws grappled
the stone face, chipping away at its white brick finish.
Xin,
now a fully formed were-jackal, scanned the crowed of overzealous pursuants
firing at him. He still wore the dark suit, which had been especially tailored
to suit his needs for transformation. A young pup would have been left bereft
without such attire in a sudden- transformation situation such as this.
Xin
turned his blade downward, his thumb rest handily on the butt cap. With one
sure press of the hidden button at the base of his katana-gun handle, he
detonated the grenade that was hidden inside the hunting knife that he had
planted in the gunman moments earlier. The gang of gunmen was decimated by the
explosion that ripped through the tropical jungle. Burnt body parts flew into
the air over the ball of fire that surged and threatened to go further than the
three mile radius it had impacted.
Xin
sheathed his unique sword and dutifully began the arduous task of climbing up
the side of the building with all fours, bullet wounds in his back.
CHAPTER 7
Viktor
found it terribly disturbing that he had to fight for his composure He stared
at his wife, lying unconscious on the gurney. His wife’s skin, the color of
dark chocolate, had lost its luster and was now ashen. Her cheeks were sunken;
her lips dry, and cracked. She wore a hospital robe that did nothing to veil
the fact that she was bare beneath. A catheter had been connected to her
bladder and was strapped to the inside of her right thigh.
Viktor’s
teeth gnashed together. His breathing quickened harshly. He raised his fisted
hands to pound either side of his head.
Get a
grip man, get a fuckin’ grip…
She
looked so small where she lay. At five feet, two inches, most men towered above
her.
She
was so small, so innocent – in all of this…Don’t lose it, man!
Her
scalp is what sent him over the edge. Her bare head was exposed and her soft,
relaxed hair was nonexistent. Viktor stared, unresponsive. Her head had been
shaved.
They
cut off her hair?!
Viktor’s
nails bit painfully into his palms; his chest ached as he tried hard to catch
his breath. His shoulders trembled. Closing his glistening eyes, he held his
breath and begged himself to remain calm. Then his eyes fluttered open to focus
on her peaceful face. They travelled down to
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