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| The Thicket-Part Five; "Run With The Pack" | |
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| packmule | Nov 24 2007, 01:31 PM Post #1 |
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John Gabriel crouched low in the dense, snow covered brush, his Colt .45 pistol at the ready. He couldn't see Kerren, who was nearby. Not that it mattered. He could smell her, hear her breathing, despite the fact the blonde ranger was nearly one hundred and twenty feet away, hidden behind a clump of huge shrubs and outcropping of boulders on the opposite side of the radio tower. His senses had become more heightened. His upper molars tingled, as did his gums. Gabriel blinked, the retinas of his eyes beginning to yellow, his ears beginning to elongate and his dark brown corneas narrowing slowly. His hands trembled and his forearms began sprouting longer hair as he looked down at them. "Not yet," the ex Army green beret rumbled, his voice deeper, raspier, taken on an almost animal like quality. The physical manifestations of the virus, which was mutating his own DNA, were beginning to take effect... Gabriel snapped his head upwards as the shotgun blast echoed across the barrens. It was Kerren. She'd squeezed off a cartridge. He heard the shotgun go off again. Gabriel's breathing became more rapid. He dropped the pistol and stood up, closing his now yellow eyes. he could hear sounds. Other werewolves...approaching fast and low. He let go of his last remaining urge to resist the transformation. The change in Gabriel came quickly. His chest expanded and quickly accumulated long, coarse brown hair, as did his head, neck and enlarged legs. His enlarged chest, legs and clawed feet had shredded through most of his clothes, the man-beast kicking the trashed boots off his hairy, clawed feet. His fingernails became inch and a half claws, his face now snouted, his yellow eyes deep set, his black corneas narrow, vertical slits. Gabriel, formerly a six foot one inch tall, two hundred pound man, now was a bipedal, six foot four inch, two hundred and forty five pound werewolf. The Gabriel monster looked over and peered at the female werewolf, who slowly approached from the rocks and brush. The female, just as hairy and menacing looking but noticeably smaller, moved within several feet of the Gabriel-beast. The female werewolf, formerly Kerren Greiss, slowly touched the Gabriel lycanthrope's arm, her claws easily raking across Gabriel's enlarged and hairy arm. The male werewolf howled softly, the female howling back. The two wolf-human hybrids moved together into the woods...and towards the other monsters that approached. ...the two werewolves that had been John Gabriel and Kerren Greiss stopped at the clearing, their transformation, via the Canis Alpha virus now complete, both in full cycle and completely lupine. Their adrenaline had sent the virus into overdrive in their respective bodies. Both John and Kerren now were, literally, upright walking wolves, their faces retaining only about 25-30% of the their original human countenances. In the snow covered barren ahead of them, some fifty feet away, Sheriff Haskin's civilian 'deputies", all themselves fully cycled werewolves, growled and moved about among themselves, glaring back at the John and Kerren lycanthropes. The Gabriel beast let out a gaudy howl of defiance and sprang forward, moving fast along the broken and snow covered ground, the Kerren werewolf following him. It took all of six seconds for Gabriel to kill two fellow beasts, Gabriel ripping off the head of one lupine adversary and the other by thrusting his clawed hand clean through the other monster's hairy stomach. The Gabriel monster extricated his bloody hand and hurled the dying creature over a nearby boulder, the monster crashing into a large thicket. The female werewolf, faster than the Gabriel beast, maneuvered quickly between a trio of Haskin's monsters, slashing and ripping at their chests and arms, their skirmish resembling the scrum of wild and rabid dogs. The Kerren werewolf was pounded across the chest by a larger creature and thrown backwards, landing in the snow. Howling in rage the Gabriel beast leaped onto the monster that had struck Kerren, and savagely ripped it's throat out, chunks of bloody flesh dangling from its jaws. Several more werewolves leaped onto the Gabriel-beast, who responded by exploding upwards, tearing an arm off one attacking creature and sinking his jaws into the skull of another. The snow beneath the warring lupine monsters quickly turned red as gouts of blood spewed everywhere. Gabriel had killed most of the monsters but three more remained and had managed to pin him down. The Kerren beast leaped onto one of the monsters holding down her friend and snapped his neck around, twisting the creature's head nearly completely off. The Gabriel-lycanthrope grabbed the two remaining werewolves and threw them both savagely against a nearby pine tree. He finished off one by slamming his fist down on top of the fallen monster's head, it's hair covered skull exploding like a shattered melon. Gabriel quickly was on top of the last beast, and punched his clawed fist through the creature's face. The beast went limp under him. Gabriel, breathing ragged, stepped back and looked over at the female werewolf. She was wounded in the arm, and was nervously trying to dab at with a handful of snow. She let out a mild growl as Gabriel held her arm out so he could look at it. He scooped up more snow and applied it to her hairy arm, her amber colored, deep set eyes blinking, her fanged mouth slightly open. "My God, look at the two of you," the male voice said casually behind them. The male and female werewolf whipped around, Gabriel letting out a loud, menacing growl, saliva dripping from his snouted mouth. Bill Hobbes clapped his hands softly together, the bearded psychiatrist cracking a grin. "Jesus, soldier boy's fully cycled," Sheriff Haskins said, he and his two armed deputies standing behind Hobbes. The snowfall had temporarily abated and the wind had died down. "He certainly has Sheriff. And after only one transformation," Hobbes said approvingly. "I'm getting out of here," Deputy Jarrett groused nervously. "Bill, he's fully cycled. Even we aren't-" "Shut up Haskins," Hobbes snapped. The Gabriel werewolf attacked the two half transformed deputies savagely, killing both by ripping their heads off. Gabriel snarled at the female werewolf, a warning. She replied back with a snarl of her own and slowly backed away several steps from William Hobbes. "You must know that I cannot allow either of you two to leave Barrows. The existence of the packs in this great country of ours depends on our anonymity to the general populace. What would we do if we were rounded up and quarantined, um?" Hobbes said loudly, removing his coat and glasses. He rolled his neck, removing his watch and other personal effects from his trouser pockets, then kicking off his shoes. The Gabriel-werewolf snarled at his female companion again. The female werewolf answered with a growl and moved slightly to her right. "Yes, I know the two of you are no doubt sizing me up. John, you are an impressive specimen indeed, one of the better ones I've seen on the east coast. And Kerren, you still manage to maintain that feminine touch even after it's become painfully obvious you need to shave those beautiful legs of yours. That said the two of you are about to discover that your newly discovered confidence, gained from the slaughter of these men around us, is nothing, compared to this," Hobbes finished. He began to breathe harder, rolling his neck again. Hobbes' hands began to tremble, followed by his entire body. His head jerked upwards and he let out a loud, bloodcurdling roar, his skin peeling away, revealing a hairy subtissue... Unlike John Gabriel and Kerren Greiss, William Hobbes had injected himself with Canis Alpha virus hormonal "augments", as they were commonly referred to, and had done so for nearly eight years. As a result Hobbe's DNA had reversed in nature, rendering the bearded psychiatrist mostly monster. Hobbe's transformation was a simple shedding of a human tissue outer covering that the psychiatrist had paid top dollar for from a scientific research firm, one he'd never removed impromptu...until now. In the span of about a minute what had been five foot nine inch and one hundred eighty pound William Hobbes was now a six foot two inch, two hundred and twenty pound, sinewy dark furred wolf, with about twenty percent more of the animal's DNA in his system than either of the two werewolves, one male and one female, staring him down. The Hobbes beast looked even more menacing and malevolent... Gabriel attacked, the Hobbes-monster quickly reacting by backhanding Gabriel and sending the younger creature hurtling into a nearby brush. The Hobbes monster sprang towards Kerren, the female werewolf instinctively aware she could not match the darker furred and uglier monster's power. Nevertheless Kerren angrily swiped at Hobbes with her claws. Hobbes managed to grab Kerren by the arm and held her up off the ground, preparing to rip her apart down at her midsection. Gabriel exploded out of the brush onto Hobbes, knocking the psychiatrist-monster to the ground, Kerren falling away and scampering to her feet, snarling. The two male werewolves rolled across the ground, snapping and tearing at each other. Gabriel was catapulted away by the upwards thrust of Hobbe's clawed feet., the soldier turned beast colliding with the trunk of a pine tree. Hobbes sprang upright and began moving towards Kerren again. His actions were interrupted by Gabriel, who had picked up a five foot long, nearly two inch wide tree limb and smashed it across Hobbe's hairy chest. Hobbes roared in pain and smashed the limb in two, jamming one of the broken pieces into Gabriel's right shoulder and kicking the younger werewolf across the chest, Gabriel howling in pain as he tumbled backwards, grabbing onto the limb impaled into his shoulder. Hobbes reached Kerren and jacked her up clean off the ground, holding the snarling female werewolf by the throat. Hobbes began to squeeze...tighter. Kerren struggled to free herself but could not and gagged as she was slowly strangled, her clawed hands and feet jerking frantically. Hobbes pulled Kerren close to look into her amber eyes, his bright yellow eyes glowing with hatred and anger. Kerren saw movement behind the psychiatrist-monster. Hobbes howled in agony as Gabriel jammed the riot baton, taken from Deputy Jarrett's uniform belt, deep into Hobbe's hairy back. Hobbes released Kerren and staggered forward, trying to reach backwards for the baton. Gabriel seized Hobbes by the head and ripped the psychiatrist-beast's head clean off, blood gouting wildly. Kerren took Hobbe's head and hurled it into the woods, then yanked the broken tree limb out of Gabriel's shoulder, the male werewolf howling in pain. The two werewolves, one male and one female, both injured and in pain, staggered off into the woods, disappearing into the dark canopies of a thick line of spruce trees. It began snowing again. _________________________________________________________________________ Epilogue ...one week later John Gabriel looked over at Kerren Greiss, who was chatting with her mother on the cell phone. Gabriel was driving his pickup truck north, and had just crossed the NC-Virgina state line, traveling on Interstate 95. Kerren clicked the flip lid cell phone off, looking over at Gabriel, her hand rubbing the back of his neck, her fingers in his dark hair. "How is she?" Gabriel asked. "Just fine. I gave her this cell phone number. I didn't give out the number of the lodge where we're going to be staying," Kerren said quietly. "Probably just as well. We are on our honeymoon, Mrs. Gabriel," the dark haired ex-soldier said, managing a grin. Kerren managed a smile. "Remember, I want to see some romance out of you this week," Kerren said, nudging Gabriel's shoulder. "Okay," the dark haired, dark eyed man replied, turning on the truck's windshield wipers as it began to rain. Kerren examined the wedding ring on her hand. "I'm going to get you something a lot nicer than that when we get back home," John Gabriel said. "John, I'm perfectly happy with this ring. I told you that," the lovely blonde chided with a grin. "I know. I'm going to upgrade you anyway, after we get back," Gabriel said. A moment of silence passed between the two. "It's going to be hard...not telling anyone," John confessed. Kerren looked over at him. Gabriel frowned. Something seemed...wrong. "What?" Gabriel said, his dark eyes blinking. "John, I have something else to tell you," Kerren Greiss said calmly, looking briefly out the passenger side window of the pickup truck. "What?" Gabriel repeated. "Bill Hobbes wasn't the leader...I am," Kerren declared, her voice deep and raspy as she peeled back her skin and scalp, a dark and ugly lupine face erupting outwards. Gabriel recoiled in surprise as what looked like a monster straight out of hell snarled at him, the dark and ugly lupine monster's claws shredding through the human tissue and grabbing him by the throat, pinning him against the driver's side window. Gabriel screamed, his last thought that of the dark, salivating, wolfen face, jaws from hell itself, saliva dripping on his shirt, opening wider in front of his face... The pickup truck veered off the highway and came to a stop on the shoulder by a tall field of weeds and sedge grass... |
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