Twin Moon - Chapter 290 - In The Village
Whiakey.
I slowly stood and turned to the half dead guard and the whimpering prisoner. How embarrassing. These are Gunner’s best? These are the ones he entrusted to guard and protect these lands. Taking out his pitiful pack looks like it is going to be easier than I thought. I wiped the blood from my hands on my pant legs as I approached the guard. He was gripping the pipe sticking out of his stomach with a grimace on his pained face. A smear of blood coated his chin and lips, slowly dribbling from his mouth. Well, I guess it was a kill shot after all. I smiled down at the man as I watched him grunt and groan while he attempted to pull the metal rod from his body. He looked up to meet my gaze and his eyes hardened. I expected to see fear, pain, or even sadness. I didn’t see any of that. No, this mutt was angry, his defiance shone brightly in his dying eyes.
“You’ll never beat them” he snarled with a splutter of blood. His confrontation surprised me, I almost blanched, but kept my face still. I let my smile spread wider and crouched down to his level.
“You think so?” I asked teasingly,
“I know it” he growled with a cough as more blood dripped from his sneering lips. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that his lack of fear fascinated me. Beasts are always scared in their last moments of life. Why is this one so different? I tilted my head to the side and reached my hand forward, swiping my thumb across the blood on his chin. He tried to pull his head away from my fingers but failed miserably.
“So confident” I chided then licked his blood from my finger. He growled and sat up as much as he could, which wasn’t all that much.
“She’s more than you could ever be” he smirked through his blood coated lips and then dropped back onto the ground with a grunt.
He didn’t say her name, but I could take a good guess as to who he was talking about. Fucking Zelena. It doesn’t take much to make me angry, it never has. But I have always been able to maintain a firm grip on my anger. Showing any kind of emotion, even considering letting my anger explode, would have resulted in punishment. Learning to control myself happened very quickly in life. Hearing this dog's words, his dying jesting, his attempt at angering me, it worked a treat. My skin turned icy cold with the fury that rolled through me. This pathetic mutt thinks that she is better than me. ME! He is crazy, he must have lost too much blood, it’s made him delusional. There is no one equal to me. No one even comes close. I am the best killer this world has ever seen. I am an unstoppable force. I am the god-damn merchant of death. I will rip that fucking bitch to pieces, along with every other fucking dog in this pack. And every pack, all over the world. I WILL END THE WEREWOLF SPECIES!
I didn’t look back at the guard as I stood up again. I curled my hand around the pipe and watched as whisps of black smoke twirled around my fingers. Pulling the pipe from his chest, I smirked while examining the smoke closer. The dying dog yelped and groaned out a long breath. His head dropped back with a lifeless thud. I twirled the pole in my hands and smiled, then lifted the blood to my nose. I took in a deep sniff, letting the scent of the metallic blood fuel my internal fire. I felt the delicious goosebumps roll over my skin as the itch settled beneath it. Excitement mixed with my thirst for blood, and I knew the hunt was on. Fuck my planning, fucking the research, the time is now.
An array of tools hung from hooks on the wall to my right. I scanned the items slowly, a few rakes, a pickaxe, a couple of crowbars, and some axes. My eyes landed on a hatchet, the blade glinting from the dim light on the roof. It's no Sai blade, but it’ll still get the job done. I took the axe from the hook and tossed it up in front of me. The handle spun in a full three-sixty before landing in my hand again. I sucked my teeth and nodded my head with a newfound sense of determination. Clutching the bloodied pole in one hand and the hatchet in the other, I rolled my shoulders back and sauntered out of the shed.
The village itself was quiet. With the dawn not far away, everyone was still fast asleep. That makes it easier to pick them off, though far less fun. I prefer them to run, I enjoy the chase, the hunt. Thankfully, I don’t feel the need to hide and be sneaky anymore. I want them to know I'm coming for them. I want her to know I'm coming for her. That I will be the one to end her. Standing outside the shed, out in the open, in clear view of anyone who thought to look my way, I lifted my head and took a deep breath. I let the air fill my lungs, I let it seep into my bloodstream. I could feel the energy it gave me, the extra power boost shot through my body. Air is my thing. It’s my strength, my bond. I am air. And when I wish it, I can take it away. Such a beautiful gift. To deprive anyone of the one thing they need to survive, their life source. That power in my hands was intoxicating.
I turned my gaze back to the village. The pickings in the clearing were slim, with everyone still in their little houses. The barn. I could take care of Doyle and his pack of abominations. At least it would get them off the playing field for when the real fight starts. That’s it then. I nodded my head with conviction and strutted off around the house towards the clearing. As I came around the side of the building, before I reached the last corner, a figure appeared in front of me. I didn’t wait to examine who the person was or to give them the time to call for help. I swung my arm out, slicing the tip of the hatchet across the person's chest. He screamed and stepped back, but quickly tripped over his own feet. His ass hit the ground as his hands went to the gaping wound on his chest. He opened his mouth to scream again, and I swiftly embedded the hatchet in the top of his head, cutting off any alarm he was about to raise. His eyes did a weird cross-eyed thing that drew a giggle from my lips. I grabbed his shoulder and pulled the axe from his skull. Wiping the blood off using his shirt, I then let him drop into the dirt like the bag of shit that he is. Hiding in the shadows was over now. I am going to march right through the heart of the village and take out anyone that gets in my way. I tossed the hatchet once again and marched in the direction of the barn.
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