28: Burn in hell

**Warning! Very graphic depictions of violence and mentions of sexual assault.**
**Jasmine**

I decided that visiting Mr Bellgreaves would serve as a small stress reliever for myself, and, after leaving the hospital immediately went home to prepare. I would not be prancing around in my underwear this time; it was too cold, and I was too sore for such antics. Instead, I got dressed into a pair of black jeans and a black shirt paired with a leather jacket and a white baseball cap, under which I hid my long blond hair. I loaded my gun and placed a silencer on it before I placed it in my sports bag along with my mask, gloves, a pair of cuffs, a canister of sleeping gas and a gas mask. The latter two items were chosen because I was in no mood to fight off his goons. I planned on making this visit as easy as I possibly could.
I took a bus to just a mile away from his mansion and then proceeded the rest of the way on foot. It was a relaxed, leisurely stroll in the cool air of twilight. My steps were still wobbly, but I felt better in the fresh air.
I stopped and hid behind a few bushes before his gates. He had clearly upped security since the last time I was here. His gates were guarded by two heavily armed men and so were the doors to his mansion. The perimeters were also being closely monitored by other guards, all heavily armed as well. Another problem was the security cameras. I counted about five−two at the gate, two at the door and one in a blind spot right at the corner of one of the walls.
I took a small amount of time to go over my plan quickly, and once I was satisfied, I made my move.
"Hiiii g-guys!" I slurred literally using my stumbling and trembling legs to keep my whole act going.
"I'm sorry ma'am can you identify yourself?" one of the guards spoke.
"Identify? Aaah, this must be one of those ‘what’s in a name’ s-situations…" I pulled a confused face and then screeched before questioning, "W-what is *my* name?”
The guards looked at each other confused and then shook their heads. "I'm sorry ma'am, but you are going to need to leave and carry-on walking, away from here.
"Oh, come o-on! Mr Bel-what's-his-face s-said I s-should c-come here. I h-had to walk allll the way from the b-bar after he c-called me" −I then took a step closer to both of them, making them clutch at their guns instinctively− "It's one of *those* calls, if you know what I mean."
The green-eyed man to my right, eyed me curiously and then grabbed his phone. "Hey boss, I know you told us not to disturb you, but we have a drunk girl here claiming to be a booty call of yours? Did you call another one?"
Another one?
After a few more moments on the phone and a series of nods and 'yes sir', the guard looked at me and shook his head. "I'm sorry ma'am you must be lost."
I was so hoping that I wouldn’t need to move on to phase two.
I began wobbling and crying hysterically, and then ran to one of them and banged my fists on his chest lightly. "Why! Why! I just came here l-like he s-s-said!"
"Hi guys, we have a code brown on our hands, we are going to need more backup," he said as he tried gripping my hands along with his partner. I gripped at them as well and thrashed in their grasp. They were too weak for me, even in my current state, and admittedly I was having fun. Soon I saw a few more guards coming towards us, but just before I could reach for my gas canister, the green-eyed man grabbed at my cap. I clutched at it and stepped on his foot. I had no intention of showing them my face. After a few more moments of shouting and struggling the other guards had finally made their way to the gate, and it was then that I finally took the opportunity to execute phase three of the plan, I quickly grabbed at my bag, took out the gas mask and gas canister and threw the gas canister on the ground, covering my face with the gas mask afterwards. The gas began dispersing, releasing light, smoke-like fumes into the air. Within moments they were lying on the floor.
"Night night!" I said, before shooting at the security cameras. I'd have the footage of me arriving erased by our tech division. Once I entered the open gate, I shot at the two cameras at the front door and then at the camera in the blind spot. I made sure to collect all the bullets I had used. It seemed as though Mr Bellgreaves had been busy as per what his guards said, and so I took the opportunity to enter the house through the door by ripping it from its hinges. It was difficult and the door ended up plummeting to the ground, which was the opposite of what I was actually going for. I was sure he hadn't heard it though as I heard music coming from his room upstairs. I quickly took my mask out of my bag and put it on, removing the cap from my head and tying my hair back with a hairband I kept in the pocket of my jeans. That was when I heard her scream. It was a scream which had come from the bedroom and thereafter came a string of "No!", "Stop!", "Please! Don't do this sir."
That was when I realised what Mr Bellgreave's had been busy with. Immediately I felt myself burn with rage. So, Mr Bellgreaves had not taken my warning. It was such a shame for him, especially considering that, at the moment I was tired, hungry and downright enraged.
I took long, fast strides to the room and kicked the door to the ground. The sight that met me was all it took to ignite the burning fire within me. Mr Bellgreaves was on top of a partially naked woman who was practically shivering in fear and tied to the bed. Both of them now had their eyes fixed on me, her in desperation and him, in shock and recognition.
"Well, if it isn't the little Mr Bellgreaves up to his usual tricks."
He gulped, got off of the woman and attempted to make his way to a wooden cabinet. I stopped him with a gunshot to the leg and he tumbled down and clutched at it with his only hand. "You crazy bitch! I'll kill you! I'll−"
"Oh shut the fuck up you sad, pathetic excuse for a human!"
He cowered as I neared him and tried to crawl back. I snickered but made no attempt to touch him. Instead, I went over to the bed with the intention of freeing the scared young woman. She shivered and shrunk away from me. I smiled gently and said, "Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to hurt him−" I then paused, and gazed up into her brown eyes, "−but if I am going to help you, and help others in the future, I'm going to need you to pretend that I was never here, can you do that for me?"
She nodded and I untied her before she ran out quickly after grabbing her clothing items. I shut the door behind her and took off the mask, revealing my face. Mr Bellgreaves stared up at me in astonishment. "I was expecting someone more... beautiful."
I paid his comment no mind, and instead smiled and walked around his room. "I didn't actually come here with the intention of killing you, but after what I saw, I think killing you is the only option I have left.” I took off my leather jacket and tossed it to the ground, before slipping on my gloves. "But before I get started, I have a few questions for you."
"Why would I answer you, you crazy bitch?"
I neared him and despite his efforts to try to move away from me− they were in vain− I gripped his chin and made him look up at me. "Oooh, I love it when they resist! You wanna have a little fun?"
My body was now slowly starting to heat up, and despite its trembling, began to feel stronger as my werewolf instincts started kicking in.
I spun my gun on the tip of my finger and took a quick shot at his leg again, this time sticking my finger deep within the wound after. He squirmed and kicked and tried getting me off of him, but he was too weak for me.
"Now, Andrew Walker−"
"I have no clue who that is."
I tsked and shook my head, getting off of him and pacing around. "That's not what the pictures from the gala a few months ago say. So, spill, unless you want me to spill something else of yours."
He stayed silent for a while, and I let another bullet fly into his arm. He groaned and tears began falling from his face as he begged me to stop.
"Fine, I'll tell you. Andrew Walker is a well-known hitman amongst rich businessmen. He cleans our messes− whistle-blowers, spies, you name it. I-I..."
I grew impatient with him and fired a shot into the wall next to his head.
"You what?"
"I tried to put a hit out on you. But as soon as I mentioned you, he declined my offer."
I froze in realisation. I was right, he was working for someone else, and this was personal. But I needed to know who he was working for and why they had chosen to torment both Loren and I without killing us.
"Why?"
He shook his head and said he didn't know. But I wasn’t convinced. So I neared him furiously and stuck a few fingers into a bullet wound, wriggled my fingers and pulled out the bullet. He screeched and then howled in pain. "Come on Mr Bellgreaves, I know you can do better than that."
He sobbed out desperately, saying, "He s-s-said he had orders to keep you alive."
"By whom?"
"I d-don't know"
I raised my gun again and he lifted his hands up, swearing he didn't. I was truly hoping for more out of him, but it seemed as though whoever hired Andrew was seriously good at being incognito.
I got up from him and he seemed to relax, which was a major mistake on his part, but nonetheless, I let him feel safe as I placed the gun back into my sports bag and took off my gloves.
"So, that's it right, you won't kill me... right?"
"Well, can you answer this next question honestly for me. How many women have you tried to force yourself upon after my last little visit?”
He looked around in a desperate frenzy and then uttered out, "None, this was my first, honest. I just felt an itch and I guess I couldn't help but scratch it. But it won't happen again, promise."
I chuckled at his response and then removed my shirt and my pants. He eyed me curiously, but still cautiously.
"Your promises mean nothing to me. And I'm not just going to kill you, Mr Bellgreaves, I am going to make you unrecognisable, so that by the time I’m done, no one will even know that you were once a person."
He started crying loudly and his body shook and trembled wildly against the wall. His scared little performance only intensified as he watched me turn into a wolf.
I ran towards him on all- fours and gripped at his leg with my sharp teeth. I then thrashed his body around, sending blood flying everywhere, splattering against his walls as he cried out. After that I sunk my teeth into his flesh and ripped at it until I tore off his leg and sent it flying across the room. He screeched, making the loudest, most tormented noises possible, and that was when I decided it was time for him to keep quiet. I stepped on his throat with my paw, applying enough pressure to keep him nice and quiet and then bit at his face before moving on to the rest of him. I took care to tear through and disfigure every inch of flesh that I could get my hungry teeth on. I was so guided by the hot rage which burned in me and stemmed from my guilt that, I hadn't even truly kept track of what I was doing, and by the end, there was practically nothing left of him except for a pile of flesh and bones pooled in blood. Finally, the high of rage and guilt I was on began to recede and slowly I felt myself weaken and transform back into my human form. I lay there for a few minutes, regaining some of my strength, but knew I'd need to leave soon before the guards awoke. So, after I had slightly recuperated, I headed over to his bathroom, washed myself clean of his blood in the basin−as clean as I could get−and then changed into my clothing. I grabbed my bag and then headed down, looking for the kitchen. I honestly had not imagined that I'd be killing Mr Bellgreaves, but now that I had, I needed to change the last bits of my plan. The cleaning team would obviously not be here fast enough, and so I'd need to do my own cleaning.
After I'd found the kitchen, I placed numerous pans on the stove, placed some oil in them and put the stove plate on the highest temperature possible. Mr Bellgreaves and all his nasty little deeds would burn hopefully not only here on Earth, but in hell too.