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| The Thicket; Part Four - "Under Attack" | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 6 2007, 12:38 AM (293 Views) | |
| packmule | Nov 6 2007, 12:38 AM Post #1 |
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John Gabriel turned the key in his pickup truck's ignition and the vehicle jumped to life. Kerren Greiss got into the truck beside him and closed the passenger side door. "Where to?" he asked. "Into Barrows. We have a couple of places we need to stop at," the attractive brown-eyed blonde said. "You mean the gun shop, right?" Gabriel said, glancing over at Kerren as he navigated the pickup truck down the winding dirt road. "The gun shop, John, yes," Kerren replied with a nod of her head, resting her head in her hand and looking over at the dark-haired ex soldier, studying his face. "What?" Gabriel remarked, noticing her stare. "I'm in love with you," Kerren said clearly. Gabriel looked away. "You'll forgive me if I'm not exactly excited about that revelation of yours, especially after last night," the ex Army green beret said sourly. "I'm not a monster," Kerren said plainly. "You could have fooled me," Gabriel growled. "The transformation is physical but doesn't change the essence of the person inside," Kerren said. Gabriel started to reply but didn't, his dark eyes staring ahead at the winding dirt road in front of his truck. "I'm-" Gabriel cut the blonde off in mid-sentence. "Don't say anything else to me right now! Just...don't. Jesus Christ, I come up here to fish, relax and do a little hiking and this shit happens...like something straight out of some goddamned Twilight Zone episode. You just help me find Hobbes," Gabriel said, casting a hard stare at Kerren. "You're going to kill him aren't you?" she asked. "You're damn right I am," Gabriel said. "You have no idea what you're dealing with here," Kerren warned. 'I'd say after last night I've got a better idea of that," Gabriel said, turning his truck onto Route 17. "He's different John. He injected himself with a variant of the virus. It's been in his system a lot longer than any of the others. He's basically an animal now, and just makes himself look like a normal human being most of the time," Kerren Greiss stated plainly. "I'm going to kill him if it's the last thing I ever do in this natural life. You can either help me...or stay the hell out of my way," John Gabriel said, looking over at his blonde companion. "No need to be rude," the brown-eyed blonde said, pulling her hair back into a pony tail. "How did you...become part of this?" Gabriel asked, driving his pickup truck south on Route 17. "About two years ago I was up here..making my rounds. I was attacked by one of Bill's patients. He saved me but had to kill it in order to save me. He was injured...I took him to the radio tower and treated him. I was terrified. I thought he was some kind of Sasquatch at first. I bandaged his wounds...kept him from bleeding to death basically. He changed back...right in front me. He asked me...if I was scared of him. I told him I was fascinated by what I had seen. A week later he scratched me on the arm," Kerren Greiss said plainly. Gabriel looked over at the pretty blonde. "You wanted him to didn't you?" the dark haired man asked. She nodded yes. "I didn't have anything or anyone in this world...and I was curious," Kerren said wistfully. Gabriel could see the town of Barrows up ahead. "I love you," the blonde said quietly. "You've known me for two days," Gabriel said, looking into her brown eyes. "I know enough," she said. Gabriel slowed the truck. "Aren't you going to say anything?" Kerren asked. John Gabriel chuffed. "Other than that I was hoping that we could have bunked together in my cot last night in the cabin...no," the ex Army officer managed. Kerren cracked a smile and stroked Gabriel's short, dark brown hair. "Open the glove box," Gabriel said. Kerren complied with his request. "Take out the guns," he said clearly, parking the truck in front of the town pawn shop. Kerren handed over the nickel plated Colt .45 pistol to Gabriel, and kept the .38 revolver in her hand. "You know how to handle a speed loader?" he asked. Kerren nodded yes, placing the .38 speed loader in her jacket pocket. "He's close by," the blonde said, her brown eyes blinking. John and Kerren got out of the pickup and walked towards the pawn shop door. "Is it always this quiet around here?" Gabriel asked, glancing over at his blonde companion. "No," she replied flatly. The sky was overcast, the air damp and cool. A low fog had rolled into town from the neighboring Appalachian foothills. John Gabriel tried the door to the pawn shop. It was locked. The ex Army green beret smashed the glass panel of the door out and stepped inside, holding the Colt .45 combat pistol at his side. Kerren Greiss stepped through the shattered glass door behind him and looked over at the dark haired ex Army officer, who was scouring the collection of guns and ammunition behind the counter. Gabriel smashed the glass curio out with the butt of his pistol and began removing various firearms from the display, putting them in the duffel bag. "Keep an eye out from the door...please," Gabriel said to the blue-eyed blonde, who nodded and walked to the door. Gabriel jammed the bag tight with boxes of ammo and handguns. "John!" Kerren snapped. Gabriel walked over to her and looked out. Three women stood outside, thirty feet away, in the street. One of them Gabriel recognized as Kerren's black friend from the bar, Valerie Roberson. The other two women, a redhead and a blonde, he'd never seen before. "Bitch!" Valerie Roberson hissed angrily, her dark hands clinching and unclinching. "You're the bitch," Kerren shot back, aiming her .38 revolver at the black woman. "I take it you two aren't friends anymore," Gabriel said, looking at Kerren and then Valerie. The black woman scofflawed, then cracked her neck. "You would risk exposing all of us over this piece of meat?" the redhead groused, standing to the black woman's right. "I would Amy," Kerrren said sourly, glaring at the green-eyed redhead. "I'm going to tear you apart. Shame too, motherf*cker. You're one good looking white man," Valerie said, her eyes enlarging, turning yellow. Gabriel watched in fascination as the trio of females transformed, right before his eyes, and in the span of about forty seconds, into enlarged, hairy, pointy eared and fanged monsters, saliva dripping from their jaws. "Okay, time to punch the clock," John Gabriel said to Kerren, stepping up to what had been Valerie Roberson. "Open wide," Gabriel said as the beast snarled at him. Gabriel shot the creature point blank in the mouth. Blood, chunks of bone and brain matter spewed out the back of the monsters' head. The monster that had been the redhead managed to grab Gabriel as Kerren opened fire on the third werewolf, which had launched itself at her. "Merry Christmas!" Gabriel said, jamming the combat knife into the neck of the salivating monster, which released him, howling in agony as it tried, unsuccessfully, to remove the knife embedded in its neck.. Kerren emptied the contents of her revolver into the third creature, who collapsed on the sidewalk in front of her. "Shit!" the blue-eyed blonde said angrily, kicking the beast in the side. Gabriel removed the pistol grip shotgun from the duffel bag and squeezed off two blasts, point blank, into the fallen monster he'd stabbed in the face. Gabriel yanked his combat knife out of the werewolf's face and wiped the blood off on his combat fatigues. "You okay?" Gabriel asked. "Yeah," Kerren replied with a smile. It was the first time Gabriel had seen the lovely blue-eyed blonde smile genuinely since he'd met her. Gabriel spit on the sidewalk and holstered his .45 pistol. "They'll smell the blood. The pack," Kerren said, her blue eyes blinking. "How many?" Gabriel asked, his dark brown eyes narrowing. "A dozen...maybe more. Bill won't stop until we're both dead," Kerren Greiss said clearly. "Why didn't you change? You know, to fight them," Gabriel asked. "Because I'm a werewolf, not an animal," the blonde replied. "There's a difference?" Gabriel asked. "Yes, there is...you'll find that out when you first change," Kerren said. "We'd better get going. Back into the foothills. We'll have a better chance there," Gabriel said. "There's a radio control tower not too far away. It's stocked with food and water," Kerren said. "Okay. Lead the way," John Gabriel said, handing the blonde the keys to his pickup truck. Two hours later John Gabriel peered downward at the snow covered ground some forty five feet below from the deck of the radio tower. The ex Army officer sipped coffee, watching the snowfall. "You're going to freeze out there," Kerren Greiss lamented from the interior of the tower. Gabriel stepped back inside and closed the tower door, cracking his neck. Gabriel was surprised at how well the tower cabin interior was stocked. There was a kitchenette, a tiny commode and shower, a pair of single mattress bunks, a metal uniform press and small communications rack which housed several talkies and the primary radio transmitter and receiver. "You hungry? I could make something," the blonde said quietly. "No, thank you. I'm not...I'm too tired to eat," Gabriel said wearily, rubbing his eyes. Kerren sat down on the bunk beside the dark haired former soldier. "When will I change?" Gabriel asked somberly. "I'm not sure. Probably in the next twenty four hours," the blue-eyed blonde replied, rubbing Gabriel's back, her hand under his shirt. "Will I...hurt you?" he asked, looking over at his blonde companion. "I'd like to think you won't...but, well, there's no guarantee," she said as Gabriel removed his jacket, then his shirt. Kerren looked at the scars etched across Gabriel's back. Kerren removed her jacket and sat on the bunk behind Gabriel, her hands resting on his shoulders. "How long can we stay here?" John asked. "Not long. A few hours, tops," Kerren replied, massaging Gabriel's shoulders. Gabriel slowly closed his eyes as Kerren kneaded the back of his neck and shoulders. Bill Hobbes surveyed the carnage and shook his head in disgust. He looked over at town police chief Roy Waskings, who was sitting against his squad car watching his two deputies stuff the bodies of the three dead women into the back of the Chevy pickup truck. "We need to call the county sheriff, Bill," Waskings said, the rangy, blue-eyed man growled, running a hand over his shock of short pale blond hair. "He's not one of us," Hobbes said, his eyes turning yellow and his teeth elongating, saliva dripping out of his mouth. Waskings begin to change, facially, as well, and snarled back at Hobbes. "Let me handle soldier boy and his new girlfriend," Haskins snarled. "No, and if you keep questioning me I will burst out of these clothes and give new meaning to the phrase big bad wolf sheriff," Bill Hobbes growled, his breathing becoming ragged and heavy. Waskins backed down and said nothing. "Can you two get it together?" one of the deputies snapped, he and the other deputy half changed, their faces half canine. "When you're done burning the bodies meet me, with your men, at your office," Hobbes said angrily at Waskins, quickly getting into the Land Rover SUV. Waskings watched the SUV speed off. "Hurry up goddamnit," Sheriff Waskins barked at his two deputies. He looked up at the gray sky. The snow was coming down harder. Sheriff Haskins howled, his two deputies also howling loudly. "I'm tired," John Gabriel lamented, laying on the cot in the radio tower, shirtless and wearing only his trousers. Kerren Greiss lay down beside him, also clad in her underwear. "I wasn't thinking about that...at least not right now," the blue-eyed blonde said, rubbing Gabriel's hairy chest and stomach as she lay her head on his shoulder. Gabriel draped his arm around her and stroked the back of her arm. "What are we going to do John?" Kerren asked. "We kill Hobbes and get out of this town," Gabriel replied quietly. "Bill will get Sheriff Haskins and his two deputies involved. Haskins will deputize at least a dozen men, all of them under Bill's control, and they will come after us. They're probably getting themselves together right now," Kerren said. "By 'under control'...you mean..." Gabriel's voice trailed off. "Yeah. They're werewolves, too," the blonde said, her hand resting on Gabriel's hairy chest. "We'll, I'll fight them in the woods," John said. "We'll fight them in the woods," Kerren said, poking the ex-soldier in the side. "Kerren, I'm trained in combat-""Don't give me any of that. This isn't up for discussion," the blonde said clearly, her eyes turning yellow and her teeth starting to elongate. "Save that shit for when we're in battle, will ya?" Gabriel said, abruptly sitting up on the cot, his feet hitting the radio tower floor. "I'm sorry," Kerren said, draping her arms around Gabriel's neck, her hands raking through his dark chest hair. She kissed his ear. "You are going to be a magnificent werewolf. You'll see," the lovely blue-eyed blonde said softly in his ear. "Really?" Gabriel said, turning to face his blonde companion. "Really," Kerren answered, kissing Gabriel on the mouth. The ex Army green beret kissed Kerren back, the two embracing and laying back down on the cot. "You think you can stay...in your human form while we're...doing it?" Gabriel asked, he and his companion removing their remaining articles of clothing. Kerren smiled and nodded yes. "No problem," she answered, her arms sliding around the dark haired man as she buried her mouth in Gabriel's. Barrows, NC municipal police station Bill Hobbes smoked his cigarette, outside the Barrows police station, watching Sheriff Haskins, his two deputies and a throng of fifteen newly deputized local men load up their vehicles with various firearms and ammo. "Alright, listen up! I'll only say this once!" Hobbes said in a near shout. The other men fell silent as their leader and alpha male of the pack spoke. "No doubt Ranger Greiss and John Gabriel are holed up at the radio tower near the old county reservoir. Gabriel is an ex Army Green Beret, a career soldier who is an expert in weapons and close in, hand to hand fighting. If any one of you tries to apprehend this man by yourself you'll end up dead...and quick. Two, even three of you would be no problem for this man. He's a patient of mine and I can tell you he's capable of anything...and I mean anything, if under sufficient duress. Sheriff Haskins has given each of you your assigned positions in the target area. Sheriff, you will monitor the hunters and I will take your deputies along with me. We will approach the radio tower from the south and on both east and west flanks. They cannot go north because the Appalachian up country there is too rugged. Haskins, no f*ck ups or I will personally rip your f*cking heart out and let the rest of your men cycle and then eat what's left of you," Hobbes barked. "Yes, doctor," Haskins grumbled, nodding his head. "I don't have to tell you what will happen if these two escape us," Hobbes railed loudly. "Bill, who would believe them? Come on, who would believe them telling the media that most of this town is populated by werewolves?" one of Haskin's deputies groused. "Someone would Deputy Jarrett. Enough talk. Use your weapons if you have too. Cycle if you must to kill John and Kerren. Either way, I don't care...as long as they're both dead!" Hobbes shouted. The throng of well armed men began to pile into pickup trucks. |
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