A Lycan's Legacy: Chapter 11

I sit back on the sofa hesitantly, watching the man who was once sitting next to me now jumping around in joy, struggling to contain his happiness at the discovery of his best friend being a genuine lycanthrope.
“I can’t believe it! You’re a werewolf!” Callum shouts out in joy as he nudges me on the shoulder before sitting next to me happily. “I knew you were awesome man! But come on… this?! How long have you been holding out on me bro?!” He asks sharply, his face lit up with an expression I had never seen before by any of Redbank’s citizens. Actual happiness.
But despite his encouraging show of confidence I abruptly grab a hold of his shoulders, stopping his frantic dancing and joyous celebrations as I stare deep into his eyes.
“Look man, this isn't all fun and games… this is serious!” I bark firmly as I watch the look on his face die down slowly, only this time turning into one of pure concentration - something that I knew would more than likely end up with one of his signature, and downright stupid, plans.
“Wait, so if you’re genuinely a werewolf, that must mean you have to transform every full moon! That’s awesome! Can I…”
“CALLUM!!!” I suddenly shout out in anger, my eyes flickering a violent yellow as I slap him across the face in an attempt to snap him out of his overly excited trance. “It’s not ‘awesome’… it’s fucking painful as hell! Have you ever had all of your bones break all at the same time? Mix that with heart failure, lung failure, kidney failure… just, everything fails alright! It feels like you’re fucking dying!” I roar out almost inhumanly as I shake him aggressively, trying to get my point across I let out a sigh of despair at the questionable success of the intended desire as I watch his look of happiness be replaced with one of sadness. “Look, all I'm saying is that I can’t have you involved. Sure, you may know my secret but that doesn't mean you can help me. I can’t have you around me during a full moon… I can’t have you around me full stop.” I stare deep into his eyes, swearing up with tears as I turn away from him in shame…

“I'm a monster…”

But before I could have anything chance at changing his mind the stubborn human behind me slowly approaches me as he tries his best to pull his best friend out of the depths of despair that I found myself drowning in.
“No! You’re not a monster! I can get some chains or something to lock you up with. I can help you. I can…”
“JUST SHUT UP!!!” I bark out aggressively, shooting his heroic plan down like any hopes and dreams of being at peace with him as I quickly turn around to face the man who had made the mistake of placing his hand on my shoulder, responding in full force I suddenly push him away as my eyes flare an even brighter, and more dangerous, yellow, my teeth sharpening to a point as I clench my fists tightly, the claws protruding out them breaking the flesh as blood starts to ooze onto the floor.
“I'M A WOLF! NOT SOME FUCKING PET! YOU CAN’T JUST LOCK ME UP LIKE THAT! THAT’S NOT HOW IT WORKS!” I almost scream out at the extent of my inner rage as I suddenly stand up, breathing heavily as I start clawing at my chest relentlessly. Trying my hardest to keep the beast boiling up inside me from bursting out. “JUST LEAVE! I… I CAN’T CONTROL IT!” I shout at him sharply, watching as the frightened man lifts his hand in protest, only to drop it as I roar out in pure uncontrollable anger, my spine bulging out of my back as he runs to the door - Genuinely scared for his life.
Scared of the Big Bad Wolf.
As he slams the door behind him I suddenly collapse on the ground, my ragged breathing in rhythm with my heart beat as I struggle to remain in control of the animalistic urges that were surging through my mind.

“Just stay away…”

I slowly rise to my feet, my transformation into the wolf incomplete as I walk towards the door, latching the lock as I slump against it, crying profusely to myself as I look down at my bloodied hands.
“Why do you always have to ruin my life, wolf? As if hurting me wasn't enough, you’re now trying to hurt my friends…” I struggle to rise to my feet, my body undergoing the transformation back into my weak human form as I reach for my phone.
I was going to call Callum, to apologize to him for lashing out like it did. ‘It wasn't me. It was the wolf’, I envisioned in my head.
With that I waste no time in picking up the phone, only stopping once I read the message on the screen as it lights up along with the fear in my heart. It was a message from Jonathan. My boss.
Suddenly, I drop the phone on the ground, grabbing my coat on the way out as I unlock the door before slamming it behind me as I make my way towards the ‘Redbank Express’, the content of the message still ringing fresh in my mind.

‘Meet me in my office. We need to talk’

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I arrive at the building to find it completely empty; All of the lights were turned off. All accept the light in the manager’s office.
Whenever Jonathan said ‘we need to talk’ it was either to fire you or tell you how incompetent you are. Either way, it was bad. And I didn't like it.

After slowly climbing the long flight of stairs I reach the office door, knocking on it hesitantly before carefully entering the room. Not before noticing my boss with his back turned to me in his fancy swivel chair.
“You’re late Mr Wood. This simply isn't acceptable” He says coldly in a low unforgiving voice, not even bothering to turn around to face me as I approach the chair set out for me.
“Sorry boss, I had a slight… ‘Problem’ concerning one of my friends. I…”
“I don’t care about your excuses!” He bellows loudly as the boss from hell quickly turns around in his chair, his thunderous voice echoing throughout the small confinements of the office as I can't help but somewhat cower in fear like the instinctive canine deep inside me. “You are an incompetent… lazy… good for nothing sack of shit!” He shouts out in complete rack of respect for his employee before taking a deep breath as he places his hands on his desk menacingly. “I have no time for the likes of you Mr Wood…”

“You’re fired…”

It was at very moment that my heart skips a beat as I try desperately to go over what I had just heard, wishing I had just heard it wrong.
“But sir! You have no idea what’s happened to me over the last couple of days! No way I could have…”
“SHUT UP!!!” The man in the black suit shouts abruptly, pointing his long crooked finger at me before pointing it at the door, “You can escort yourself off the premises.”
Without much of a second thought I stand up from my chair, raising my hand in protest before thinking otherwise as I turn on my heel before walking towards the door.
Just then I knew how Callum felt. How I had forced him out of my life without any chance to even redeem himself.
I look out the window, trying to see if I could see his house. To see if he was alright. But instead I see something else. Something much more comforting. Something staring back at me…

The wolf.

I clench my fists tightly around the door handle, feeling the uncontrollable rage building up inside me roaring to break free in a tidal wave of anger and fury.
But before any of the rash decisions shifting through my head have a chance to surface I slowly loosen my grip on the handle, taking the key from the door as I turn around to face the man who had ruined it all.
“You can’t fire me sir. Because I've already quit…” I say coldly as I lock the door, a satisfying ‘click’ echoing throughout the room as I start sadistically laughing to myself, the somewhat concerned businessman notices this as he stands up from his chair in confusion.
“What the hell are you doing?!” He shouts out sternly, watching as I slowly turn around to face him. My eyes flaring yellow.
“Something I should have done a long time ago…” I chuckle emotionlessly, opening my mouth I lift the key into the air before swallowing it whole as I pay no attention to the insignificant pain, tilting my head upwards as I feel it sliver down my throat. The only means of escaping the room being lost to the belly of the beast that was rising up inside me - devouring me whole in the urges that we overwhelming my senses.
It was then, with no regard for him whatsoever, that I suddenly turn my attention towards the man I had once feared, seeing that same fear now reflect off of him as a wide grin spreads across my face. Closing my eyes as I take in a deep breath.

“Consider this my resignation…”

With that heartless statement I instantly arch my back at a sickening angle, screaming in agony and excruciating pain as my spine bulges against the flesh, pressing against the fabric of my gradually tightening shirt as it rips at the seams, revealing the grotesque distortion that my body was undergoing.
Feeling the unbearable anguish begin to take over I hold my head in my quivering hands, feeling the razor sharp talons claw into my face as the blood trickles down the bulge forcing its way out, a muzzle distending out through the bone as I let out a deafening howl of animalistic fury and rage, flashing my daggered teeth up into the sky as I begin to grow towards the ceiling, my legs buckling under the excruciating pain as my powerful hind legs start to take form, the thick thigh muscles ripping through my tight jeans as it joins the tattered remains of my shirt on the ground, my feet bursting out at the edges of my shoes as thick black claws rip through the delicate leather before the individual toes break and realign themselves, stretching outwards in a way that reflected my heels as they too start to lengthen, the bone thickening and snapping as it takes on a feral form. As the Change continues its course through my violently mutating body I suddenly roar out in sheer agony as yet another remorseless surge of pain courses down my spine, reaching my rump as a thick formation of fur takes place before ripping through my pants completely in the form of the proud roughed up tail that flails out at full length. All of my clothes lying destroyed on the ground…

Along with my humanity.

At the point of the torture's completion I look down at my incredibly muscular and grotesquely altered body, pleased with the finished result as I turn towards the window once more. A feeling of pleasure surging through my veins as I grin at the wolf smiling back at me…

Blood dripping from its razor sharp fangs.

Without even considering how my defenceless prey would retaliate I slowly make my way towards the man cowering behind his desk as each step of my massive feral paws shakes the lamp on top of the soon to be bloodied mahogany finish to the point that it was pointing in my direction. Revealing my full wolf form out from the darkness.
“What the hell are you?! S… Stay back!” Jon shouts out in futile defence, his body quaking at the sight of the wolf walking ever closer towards him as he lunges underneath the desk, alerting me to his sudden movement as he unexpectedly pulls out a pistol in anticipation of an attack - nothing but a measly pea shooter to the likes of an all-powerful lycanthrope such as myself.
At the sight of his eager response I let out a bellowing and heartless laugh, reaching his ears in the form of many different growls and barks before I turn my full attention towards him, growling at him aggressively as I peel my lips back. Revealing my weapons of choice.

But before I could even have any chance of stepping forward I suddenly stop dead in my path, looking down at my chest as I quickly notice the relentless torrent of blood pouring freely from a fresh bullet hole indented into the flesh before howling loudly in agony, staring directly down the shaking barrel of the gun pointed directly at me… and the man standing behind it.
Without warning explosion after explosion cuts through the midnight air as continuous rounds are pumped into my chest in quick succession, dropping to my knees I watch the man pull on the trigger desperately. Hearing nothing but a silent ‘click’ as I growl under my breath.
I was bleeding profusely, pierced by an entire magazine of pistol rounds buried deep in my chest. I should be dead.
But it was my rage that was pushing me forward. The rage I felt for the pathetic man shaking before me.
Not giving a single fuck for what would become of him I suddenly let out a roar of anger before lifting one of my massive hind legs as I kick the desk into the air, knocking the frail man to the floor as the broken remains are sent smashing through the window, the sudden fresh breeze blasting from outside empowering me as I take in a deep breath before slowly approaching the man I used to call my ‘boss’.
Driven by pure rage and rage alone I instantly pick him up by the throat, roaring directly into his face as I watch him cower in fear of the monstrous wolf that had him in its grasp.
Never before had I been this angry. This man ruined everything. This man thought he could do whatever he wanted to me and get away with it. But not anymore…

He wasn't the one in control. I was.

I wasn't going to let this man hurt anymore people. I wasn't going to let them ruin their lives like he did mine. And for that I was going to give him a truly hideous death.

In a display of true unadulterated strength and dominance I raise him high into the air, lifting him clean off his feet as he flails around frantically, trying his best to kick me. But to no avail.
I slowly raise my other hand, brandishing my razor sharp claws in the glistening moonlight before bringing it down hard, opening a massive gash right across his throat as a fountain of fresh crimson fluid spews all over me in an unrelenting shower of blood.
The warm sensation of my thick grey fur being caked in blood drives me insane, my craving for the warm fluid pouring down my throat taking over me completely as I bite down deep into his neck. Ripping out what was left of his throat.
I moan loudly in sadistic pleasure, feeling his throat dangle in between my bloodied teeth as I throw my head back, swallowing it whole as I watch the life fade away from the eyes of the corpse in my grasp.
As I look into his face I'm suddenly reminded of the way he used to treat me like shit. The way he used to undermine me. Making me feel pathetic.
But now, I was the one who had turned out on top. I had finally won. I had finally rid this world of the devil incarnate.
But it didn't feel right. It didn't make me feel any better…

I wanted more.

In a wave of blind rage I let out a deafening roar, raising my bloody hand once again as I plunge it deep into his chest. Impaling him through the back as I tear out his heart, feeling its rhythmic beating come to a stop as I hold it in my hand, squeezing down on it hard the one most important vital organ quenches my hand in blood as I remove it from his chest, dropping his cold corpse on the ground as I hold out his heart in front of me…

It was bloody. It was dead. It was delicious.

I bite down into the hunk of meat, feeling the chewy muscle of the once prized possession sliver down my throat as it fills up with blood. Howling deafeningly in pleasure as I place it all in my mouth, devouring it whole. Putting an end to this once and for all. Making sure he was well and truly dead.

As I look down at the remains I feel a surge of triumph course through me… along with a surge of anger.

I bend down over the remains of the carcass, tearing it limb from limb as I maul it apart with my razor sharp claws, digging my muzzle deep inside as I start to eat out his bloodied remains.

I exerted all of my energy into simply ‘destroying’ him…

And with that… I had destroyed my innocence along with him.