Chapter 5 - Unedited First Draft

5 The bitter cold swirled all around the young girl as the reflection of a billion lights glistened on the new fallen snow. Since her arrival, she could only recall a few minutes here and there where there wasn’t some type of frozen precipitation pelting her from all directions. She was slowly getting used to it. Tonight none of it seemed to matter much. It affected the mission in no way whatsoever. Besides…with her face covered in a light fur…it rarely touched the skin enough to make her even remotely aware. The events of the previous evening had sent her reeling to the point that she knew it was definitely time to move on to the next level of the plan. As the day had progressed, she had gotten little catch up sleep due to the returning memories of a sweaty night involving her new found friend Willow. Every time she closed her eyes, visions of the beautiful yet odd young lady beckoned her to hastily come to a conclusion. Was this indeed the most disgusting thing that had ever happened to her or an experience that could possibly alter her young life forever? Shaking the haunting visions from her head along with the accumulated snow on her cheeks, she knew that now was not the time to think of such things. Revenge and survival were to come first…and neither of them were jockeying for position of importance. Regardless of consequence…they were equals in her mind. Her first stop of the evening had unfortunately been the Central Park Zoo. Animalistic hunger had finally caused her to succumb to the unthinkable. In the early morning hours, subscribers to the local media would be slapped with the news about the discovery of a slaughtered deer inside of its enclosure. She hated it…but the act’s ranking would’ve been nothing compared to that of an uncontrolled transformation and similar treatment of an unsuspecting and innocent human being. It’s not like Manhattan could offer the comforts of home where she could just easily walk out the back door and run off into the woods. Necessity was a bitch. The second stop of the evening had been to Saint Patrick’s Church to speak with Father McCormack. With all that was destined to ensue, she wanted to make absolutely sure that her soul was clean enough to endure her final moments with confidence and acceptance. Shockingly, he giggled at the misfortunes of last night and sent her away with his blessings. As a ghost, she guessed, it wasn’t the first unexpected lesbian experience confession he’d bore witness too…regardless of whether or not the poor soul offering up the confession knew he was even there and listening. Ultimately, it was the excessive drinking that he’d had a problem with offered up an ‘everything in moderation’ speech that sounded much rehearsed. He had become a good ally and an important part of her life lately. She hoped he’d be a shoe in reference if things turned increasingly bad. Finally, she stopped by her apartment to coax her mother in attending the night’s stake out. Sneaking around the normal people of this world undetected had become sort of a hobby for Katie…but werewolves were a different thing altogether. Only having to deal with one of them in anger before, she wasn’t aware of how easy or difficult this was going to be. For a fact, she knew all to well of how easily she picked up on scents and the likes. She had also never been successful in sneaking up on her father after he had the curse bestowed upon him either. This was a saddening part of her life. Gone were the days of sneaking up on him in the shower to flush the toilet or cover him with a tall glass of frigid water. His senses where way more in tune that hers. More than likely with age, she guessed. Unfortunately, someone had forgotten to include the handbook with the package when it had been delivered. Jessica, as a spirit, would have a lot more luck sneaking amongst the unknown. She was a perfect scout for an imperfect situation. Although she’d never tell her, this was one of the main reasons she had brought her along to begin with. Granted, it was nice to have company from time to time that wasn’t going to wake up naked next to you with fuzzy thoughts about how it happened. Following a set of familiar tracks around the Central Park lake, she now sat motionless and quiet in the tallest tree she could find a mere hundred yards from the entrance of Belvedere Castle. In the distance, children’s voices and laughter carried on the wind from the ice skating and Christmas tree lighting at Rockefeller Center. Unbeknownst to them all as they played carelessly, monsters of the night once thought to be imaginary figments in the minds of Hollywood writers lurked at the edge of the tree line of the darkened park in the hopes they would come and join them eternally. If they only knew of the nightmarish fate that possibly awaited them all upon the misfortunes of a nocturnal visit to Central Park, other than the criminal element of course, they’d build a ten foot tall fence for their own safety. In the end though, it was the criminal element that kept them all at bay and they knew nothing of the bloody myth that lay beyond the mental edge of their reasoning. To be young and uninformed was a luxury that no longer belonged to Katie Liberman. She was one of the monsters. Jessica had been gone for nearly an hour now with no sign of immanent return. With little argument, she had followed the trail allowing her daughter to assume a more secluded position within the foliage. Ignoring her father’s teachings that he had passed along via the information from Jimmerson, she knew all too well that any passing werewolf would be able to spot the ghost from a mile away. She’d gone invisible…which meant that she could actually be sitting beside her on the tree branch at this very second…but knowing her mother like she did, there was no way possible that she could’ve kept her mouth shut long enough to stay hidden for long. Would a passing pack of those like her just pass her off as a random wandering spirit? Did her mother even possess the stealth to talk her way out of a jam if she were to be discovered? It was a definite chance she was taking, for sure! Detecting a cold spot in the weather of the evening was a useless gesture. As a matter of fact, with the time that had passed in her absence, the once fresh trail leading to the castle had been long covered up by the celestial snowfall. This was definitely going to make things increasingly difficult. Willow had mentioned that Kurt Jimmerson had been interested in the restoration of Belvedere Castle for quite some time but her observation gave no signs that anyone was there on this night. Research had said nothing other than the fact it had been a museum and a weather station in its prime…but its beauty and grandeur was a heavily visited attraction during the hours of daylight! It had even been used as a set piece in a few movies before. She could guess of his obsession for restoration with that in mind. History and tradition seems to mean more to those with wealth for some reason plus…being a well known philanthropist would definitely throw off the dogs or gain him sympathy with the media and in public if ever his intentions were to be questioned or his reputation tarnished. She couldn’t wait to meet him. For all she knew, though, she already had. She couldn’t wait to kill him. Sheriff Werewolf back home and his odd daughter would be making a return trip to normalcy when she did so. Seeing that all was clear with the passing time, she closed her eyes in deep meditation. Slowly, her unusual abundance of body hair began to retract into her body to reveal the image of a young girl once again. Claws returned to fingernails as a slight tingle of pain twitched throughout her fingertips and she could feel the itch of retracting skin on her ears as they rounded. She had eventually grown to ignore the pain that usually went along with a slow transformation. It was the sudden, emotion fueled ones that were still excruciating but nothing compared to the searing fire that accompanied the very first one that night at the Myrtle County fairgrounds. Would she miss it when the power was gone? It wasn’t like it made her feel special or cherished among those around her because, unlike her father, she wasn’t allowed to speak or reveal herself to anyone. Repeated reflection upon his reasoning had told her time and again that it was indeed the proper thing to do when it came to the general public and she obeyed without interrogation. Sure, that was good for the tiny population of Twin Oaks who couldn’t keep a secret if their lives depended on it…but in a city the size of New York, she could easily become a comic book worthy super hero the likes of which had never been experienced in reality. The fear that usually accompanies the unknown with it comes to the mentality of humanity easily squashed that delusion quickly though. For now, she was Katie Liberman, abused puppy extraordinaire…and that would have to suffice. The crack of a crashing tree branch under the weight of the accumulating snow startled her back into her on guard state but all soon returned to quiet. Since the werewolf’s hair was no longer a luxury to her body in human form, the cold had seemed to sneak up on her suddenly. Pulling the hood from her sweatshirt over her wind blown hair and giving the drawstrings a hard tug shut out the intruder swiftly. Sniffing the air around her, she detected no hint of anything unusual anywhere nearby and the constant noise of the city around her masked any hopes of catching any approaching foot traffic. “Damn” she said allowed as she shuffled her butt along the tree limb for a more comfortable seat “Now I’m just bored!” This was definitely not the excitement and adventure that she was promised in the brochure imagined in her mind when she agreed to endure the burden of this trip… “Katie…” came the soft voice attempting to remain stealthy. “Katie…” came the whisper again. “Kathrine Liberman!” came Jessica’s voice booming directly in the young girl’s ear. Startled awake from a sleep brought on by severe discomfort, Katie flailed her arms in an attempt to regain her balance. Nearly falling from her heightened perch, she glared at her mother disapprovingly with fire in her eyes. “Damn you, Mom, I told you to keep it down!” she scolded “I’m trying not to give us away!” “Oh pipe down” Jessica replied “Nobody but you has been able to hear a word I said in five years! There’s no need to get all snippy!” Katie grinned slightly with her head bowed in anger. Sometimes, she thought that her mother didn’t completely understand the severity of her situation and how the slightest miscalculation or risk could end up in tragedy. Why would she? She was already dead and had absolutely nothing to lose. “You just don’t get it, do you?” the Katie continued while brushing the snow from her sweatshirt that had fallen from the treetops during the commotion “The people I’m looking for CAN hear you…maybe…hell, I’m not sure. Anyway, there is a possibility that they can hear you and I don’t want to take any risks. From now on, pretend as though they can hear you!” “Look” Jessica attempted to retort “You were the one that was asleep on the job while I’ve been out in the snow looking at footprints for an hour! You’re the one not taking this seriously!” It was at this point that Katie Liberman stopped caring about stealth. “I’m not taking this seriously” she stood in anger attempting to keep her balance on the frozen limb “Right now, I have a faceless nemesis that could be ten feet away from me or in the same room at any given time…and I’d never know it. I know that he is definitely my nemesis because I never think much about his demise or what he has planned for my ending if he were to ever get the upper hand…but I often day dream about the battle. If that doesn’t qualify for the title of ‘arch enemy’…I don’t know what does. I’m not taking this seriously? Comic book heroes don’t have shit on me right now!” The stinging cold burned her throat as she attempted to catch her breath from the argument as the winter steam escaped from flaring nostrils. Katie had been trying to keep it together the best she could over the last few days but now it had seemed as though the breaking point was in sight and tangible. So far, the only two good things that had happened to her were soul preparation from a holy apparition she’d met and possible soul destruction from a bi-sexual Irish girl that may or may not be the new proud owner of her virginity. Using those two examples on a sliding scale, the goodness factor was exactly where it started when she first reached New York. She’d been nowhere…and she was getting desperate. “Look” she started again in an attempt to remain calm “I’m not going back empty handed, mother. I’m either going to be successful in killing this Kurt Jimmerson guy or I’m going to die in the process. I’ve just about blown every bit of money that was set back for my first year of college in order to get here, eat, and survive and I’m lying to the people that gave me that money by not telling them where I’m at and what I’m doing. I’m too damn old to get grounded but Dad will damn sure try to make life difficult if I have to go back home and live under his roof…especially after he finds out what I’ve done. Most importantly, I refuse to spend the rest of my life cursed as a werewolf. I want to live like a normal girl, work a normal job, marry a normal guy, and have normal babies. I’m never going to have any of those things or be able to live that way if I don’t put a stop to it here and now. If I die trying, so be it. I’m no better off…” “Oh listen to yourself” Jessica came at her “I’m Katie Liberman and I’m a werewolf! I’m Katie Liberman and I’m miserable! I’m Katie Liberman and I’ve got problems!” Her mother’s mocking was beginning to anger her and she could feel the tingle of separating flesh around her fingernails. Unfortunately…there was nothing she could do to shut a ghost up. Jessica’s rant continued. “Regardless of how you may have to live out the rest of your days…at least you’re still alive. That is something I can’t say and will never be able to say again! I miss being able to touch people or speak with random strangers! I miss the taste of food and the smell of flowers! Hell, I’d give anything for a freaking cigarette right about now! You’ve got some kind of weird death wish thing going on and don’t care if tomorrow comes or not. Baby, you don’t want this. You don’t want to exist this way. At least with the ‘family curse’ as you call it…you have choices in the matter. I have no choices left. My soul is scraping the bottom of the barrel and I’m not even sure how much longer I’ll be attached to this world. One day I’m not going to be able to jump to you when you need me, I’m sure. One day I’ll be gone for good. Your rule book can still be written. You can make yours up as you go. My pen ran out a long time ago…” Katie couldn’t argue the points her mother was making. She was absolutely right. In the end, it all came down to personal choices on where she wanted her life to go and how she wanted to live it. There were ways around the werewolf issue…it was just going to make things a lot more difficult. She felt sorry for her mother and everything she had been through over the years but…it was her fault. Most of the things that were wrong with Katie and the bad things that had happened to the other people she loved were because of Jessica’s actions. She wasn’t going to be able to opt out of the conversation at hand easily. She wasn’t going to be able to play the sympathy card or gain victory in a mother and daughter disagreement. In life or death…Katie had to win. There was no way she was going to give up an ‘I told you so’ in this or reveal the epiphany of a life lesson to her mother’s satisfaction. Something had to be said to stop the direction of the talk. Something had to be said in order to slam dunk the point in a way that her mother would treat her like an adult that had her own agenda. Something had to be said to shut her up for good…or at least for a while. “Mom” Katie sang sweetly “I had sex with a lesbian last night!” Game point. The awkward silence was broken by the rush of rapid footsteps in the snow below them. Jumping to the ground quickly, Katie inspected them closely to reveal that they indeed didn’t belong to humans. The shoe prints were too far apart for a normal stride and the clawed handprint in every other indention was a dead giveaway. This was it! There was no time to finish the inevitable conversation at hand. “Mom, get back to the apartment and wait for me!” Jessica flinched, still in shock from the previous statement “You had sex with a lesbian?” Before Katie could even tell her to shut up, the ability to use her human voice disappeared and the painfully quick cracking of her tiny bones echoed throughout the nearby trees. Like a bolt of fur covered lightning, she pursued the pack of fleeing werewolves with determination. Dodging in and out of the coming trees, she flung fallen snow in all directions beneath her feet. The tracks were becoming much sloppier meaning that they were now moving quicker then they were before. Either they knew someone was following them or they were getting in a bigger hurry to reach their destination. From what she could tell, there were four of them. Three sets of tracks where all that could be seen by the untrained eye but the middle set was much larger than the ones on the sides. It had been stepped through by the one following it making it only look like three. With one in the lead and three following, it was a definite sign that there was an Alpha leader present in the group. If that were truly the case, he’d be the worse to deal with and the first one she’d have to take out. Once that was accomplished, the other three would attack in unison or flee from fear of not having a leader anymore. It was a gamble…but a gamble she’d have to take. Slowing her pace, she began to notice that the prints had gotten closer and closer together. Now, only shoe prints were visible because they had returned to their human form and were walking upright. Doing the same, Katie stood as tall as she could in all directions to see any sign of their presence. Slightly ahead of her in the distance, she recognized a large green set of shrubs that had no snow covering them amongst the white background. They had been cleared upon being walked through and, as she guessed, the shoe marks led directly to them. Cowering down quietly, she snuck through the bushes as they revealed a hillside clearing. Her targets stood down below. Standing in a diamond formation around a park bench, four average looking young men surrounded what looked to be a fifth person that had no affiliation whatsoever. Whoever this other person was, they showed no signs of fear or even any realization to the presence of the others. Either this person was sleeping deeply or Katie had arrived too late. Patiently, she awaited the next clue looking down on the events that were about to unfold. Glancing around in all directions to maintain their secrecy and safety, the four creatures of the night moved slowly closer. All of them seemed to be dressed the same with flannel jackets and torn blue jeans as though a clothing purchase hadn’t been a part of their recent activities. Their long, straight hair showed it’s darkness against the pure, white surroundings of the fallen snow. This was definitely a pack like she had imagined. They could’ve easily passed for a quadruplet which was what had more than likely brought them together in the first place. They were moving towards the odd person out like a well rehearsed team…as though they had been through this ritual a million times before. Katie was starting to get nervous. Just then, the person on the park bench came to their senses and screamed out sudden terror. It was a woman! A homeless woman that had been covered against the snow by newspapers and a tattered blanket now clung to the armrest of the park bench for dear life looking on to her approaching reapers in fear. It was a victim that no one would miss, more than likely. This was it. This was how the packs in Central Park survived. Katie was sickened almost instantly at the realization of what was about to take place. In the grand scheme of things, this had little to do with the mission at hand. She hadn’t come all this way to be the savior of homeless people. She came to kill werewolves. The dilemma banged around in her head until she could almost feel the soreness against her temples. This wasn’t her normal line of thinking. No, this was the way of her father and his quest to defeat all the forces of evil that surrounded their home town at any cost just in order to keep his people safe and sound. Why was this happening? Why, at the crucial moment of reckoning, was she pausing in her efforts? Was her mother right? Was the family curse a gift in disguise? What if she did decide to live with this curse and use it to help others? What if it was fate? Shaking her head violently causing a temporary dizziness to wash over her, she removed the visions from her head and focused yet again on her prey. If she waited for them to attack, she could surprise them while they were feeding. But…if she could somehow delay their advance and give the outnumbered woman a chance to escape… What would Toby Liberman do? What would Kurt Jimmerson do? What would Father McCormack do? Giving in to her final question, she exhaled deeply in near disappointment. Being a girl that never really cared much about the masses or how they perceived her, she was hesitant. The last few years, when she should’ve been socializing with other’s her age, she had pretty much spent all of her time caught up in her own little secret world being held prisoner in her room for fear of how the public would react regarding her condition. Why would now be any different? Why protect those that would fear or harm her if they got the chance? Walking up slowly behind the closest member of the greasy pack of men, the soon to be victim was the first to catch on to her presence. With eyes that Katie could only compare to that of hopeless prey, the homeless lady mouthed two tiny words through frozen lips that made her blood boil. ‘Help me’. Nodding silently in agreement, the would-be hero pulled the hood from her sweatshirt tight over her head again to hide her face. It was time for the festivities to get underway once and for all. She cleared her throat aloud causing all four men to look her way in sudden excitement. “Don’t mind me, boys…I’m just here to watch the show” she announced sarcastically “Proceed.” Fanning out in a straight line in front of their victim as though they were protecting a meal from a stray dog, the alpha stepped forward to confront the unexpected challenger. “Leg it, you manky bitch…this doesn’t even concern you” the leader spoke with a harsh Irish accent. Giggling at the curse thrown her way, she began to pace back in forth in front of them in a gesture of taunt. She showed no fear. Her body was electric. “Leg it, you manky bitch?” she inquired “I’ve only been in town for a handful of days and so far everyone I’ve met has either been Irish or fell asleep watching ‘Darby O’Gill and the Little People’ too many times.” “Well then feel free to bugger off, young one, before you find out all to fast what thickness will get you in the wee hours here!” “Hmmm…” she mocked, still pacing “Well there lies the dilemma, boys…I’m all kinds of interested in what my thickness will get me in the wee hours in this city facing down four leftovers from a 1992 Seattle grunge experiment…so I don’t think I’ll be buggering off anytime soon” Shocked at her defiance, the three followers looked on at their designated spokesman in confusion as though they had never encountered anyone that had the nerves to stand up to them. To Katie, this was pure gold. It meant that they had little fighting experience underneath their belts and were use to overtaking their adversaries without much resistance. “What?” she continued the taunting “You’re not scared of a little girl in a hoodie are you?” Again, the other three looked at their leader for the answer he was obviously having trouble formulating. Finally, he managed to open his mouth again. “Not counting this morsel behind us, lass, I would say that you were outnumbered four to one in a place where no one is going to come to your rescue. Why don’t you just go about your business before you get a bad dose of what we’re offering? Run off to your mama before you get grounded for being out past your bedtime?” The four of them simultaneously broke out into hysterical laughter at the joke that had been fired at Katie’s expense. Just for the sake of joining in, Katie began to laugh also, slapping her knee in delight at the fact that a fight was definitely looming on the near horizon. Finally, her chuckling ended and she glared at them seriously. Planting both feet firmly on the ground to prepare for a charge in their direction, she readied herself for the confrontation. “What do you mean ‘the morsel behind you’?” she asked “That ‘bitch buggered off’ just as soon as all of you started laughing. I guess she wasn’t a fan and didn’t care to hear the rest of your act.” The four of them suddenly quieted their jesting and looked around each other in confusion. The young stranger wasn’t lying at all. In their distraction, the unfortunate drifter had taken the first chance and ran for her life in an unknown direction. Katie could almost feel the sudden anger in the air as the four of them lined up facing her once again. These were definitely bottom of the barrel henchmen for a much bigger organization because they far from being the brightest individuals imaginable. If packs were indeed running unnoticed in a city this size, more intelligent people were calling the shots. Stepping forward from his cohorts again, the elected leader glared at her with eyes aflame. “You stupid-ass hoor!” he cried in disgust “That piece of slime was ours fair and square and now we’re going to have to take down your scrawny bones instead!” Fanning out again in a formation to circle her, Katie knew that she indeed had the upper hand. Not only did they not know what they were about to be dealing with…they also were unaware that their target was well informed of what they were. She had been waiting for this moment for as far back as she could remember. It was as though a five year addiction was about to be fed for the first time in ages. She remained calm and studied their movement for the precise moment to reveal all. Slowly, the three underlings sprouted their fangs and began to growl ferociously as they circled. A deep feeling of satisfaction came over her and she grinned in excitement. She had found her happy place again… “Oh please mister” she mocked “please don’t sick your puppy dog men on me! I promise I’ll be a good girl!” “Keep cracking on, little one” the man dared as he continued to circle with his minions “you’re only going to make things worse on yourself.” Lowering her head even more and spreading her legs in a defensive posture, she locked eyes with the leader as his face covered itself in a fine, black fur. It was time to move. “Oh…you think this situation is bad?” she asked sarcastically “Mister…you haven’t seen anything yet!” As though a bolt of lightning had struck in the middle of the circle, Katie’s alter ego came to life with a deafening howl. Reacting in both shock and pain from the ear piercing sound, the four of them focused on the spot of which it originated. It was already two late. With a flash, the young wolf attached herself onto the neck of the closest adversary and ripped his flesh in a shower of blood with undiscovered strength. He fell to the snow with a deadly thud, lifeless. Readying herself for the inevitable attack of the other three, she spun around to face them with glowing eyes against the darkness of the night sky. With their defensive formation now broken, the other two followers lunged in unison as the leader watched on curiously. In an attempt to overpower her, their attack came suddenly from both sides. Taking a quick step backwards, Katie gripped their flowing hair with her clawed hands slamming their faces together in a crimson explosion. Dropping to her knees with a spin, she slashed their bodies with frantic precision. Falling unconscious to the ground beside her, she sprang forward like an armed swordsman tearing their skin from bone revealing the pink of their internal organs as they spilled from their casing. Flipping onto her feet with ease and precision, she flung her arms in a ready manner sprinkling her pure, white surroundings with fresh blood. She locked eyes once again on the only target that now remained. In a gaze of what could only be interpreted as desperate panic, he fled. Katie followed, flying quickly on all fours through the trees and brush of the abandoned park. Leaping gracefully into the nearest set of trees, she listened closely for any signs of movement that would give away presence of the fleeing monster. Closing her eyes slowly and deeply, she concentrated on the various noises surrounding her. The sounds of laughing children and a thousand passing cars engulfed her senses again as though she were standing amongst them. Blocking them out to the best of her ability, she focused on the direction of the castle on the lake near where she left her mother’s side. Momentarily, she picked up on the rustle of underbrush heading away from her current location. Judging the closest tree for strength, she jumped. She landed with ease, sinking her blood stained claws deep into the bark. Eyeing others in the area, she made another move…and then another as though she was scouring the woods of Twin Oaks again in search of prey. Was this any different? Smiling from pointed ear to pointed ear revealing sharpened teeth, she moved forward on into the night. The falling snow had stopped long ago. Due to the circumstances, she had barely noticed the calm that had taken over her surroundings below the glistening moonlight. She descended from her arboreal perch landing softly on her feet in a mound of deep accumulation. Fresh, sloppy footprints of an individual running for dear life lay just before her. Slowly, she hunkered down again following the trail and preparing for any type of trap the desperate man may have lying in wait. Katie was ready. Staying to the thick foliage that lined the sidewalk of the park, she paused again to gain clues to her surroundings. He was near. Heightened and uncontrollable breathing could be heard on the wind from the direction of the frozen lake that normally licked the walls of Belvedere Castle. Sneaking to the shore, a dark figure could be seen scooting carefully along the icy surface of the lake in an attempt to throw off anyone or anything that would prevent his escape from danger. Standing tall amongst the winter dead reeds that lined the banks of the lake, Katie withdrew her disguise and began to follow. “Hey!” she shouted “Where in the hell do you think you’re going? You were going to teach me a lesson, remember?” Realizing that he was no longer alone and in definite peril, the long haired man quickened his pace in panic. He had long ago changed into human form again also no longer being able to concentrate on his transformation. With an echoing smack against the ice, he lost his balance as his feet were suddenly taken out from under him. Lying motionless and moaning in agonizing pain, he glanced at the approaching girl as she drew ever closer. Katie paused. She was going to draw this out as long as she possibly could to build the fear within him. It would make for an easier kill. “Ouch!” Katie exclaimed humorously “I guess that would explain why you have to eat homeless people in the park at night. That tryout for the all Irish hockey team didn’t work out to well for you, huh!” “Stay the hell away from me gammy bitch!” he screamed as he began to crawl closer to the opposite shore “I’m not slagging!” The young Texan couldn’t wrap her head around all the slang and wondered how these guys ever made it long in an intelligent conversation. Then again, it would probably explain why they were running in packs and feasting on anything that didn’t have the good sense to stick to the streets after dark. It was almost as though they were orphans of the darkness with a speech problem. This last one was going to have to be dealt with quickly before he alerted anyone else to his problems or her presence. She was almost certain that there were cops in the park at night that would come running to the type of disturbance he was making. “If you mean ‘joking’…I don’t think that there is anything I’ve shown you or your friends tonight that could even remotely be confused with anything funny.” She informed the frightened thug “I don’t know how long you’ve been involved in the whole lycanthropic lifestyle but you can’t just go around killing people at random to fit your needs!” “Oh yeah, child” he called back to her “Then tell me how you stay alive without taking the lives of the scum that litter the streets of this town! Tell me how you stay alive!” Thinking back to earlier in the evening, Katie thought back to her scaling of the Central Park Zoo wall in order to take down an unsuspecting deer in the safety and quiet of its enclosure. She shuddered slightly as the thought of the animals metallic tasting blood had flowed down her throat quenching the feelings that had been intensifying since her arrival. “That’s none of your damn business” she told him matter-of-factly “and I would be more worried about my own survival right about now because I’m not really one to leave any loose ends.” Exhausted and injured from the fall atop the ice, the man halted his journey towards safety and awaited his deserved fate. As she reached the edge of the man’s feet, Katie could tell in his eyes that he knew the end had finally come. She had witnessed this look once before. This was the silent plea for life that Jessie McGee had exhibited on the rain soaked grass of the Myrtle County fairgrounds on that October night of destiny. She was tired of conversation and playing. It was time to finish the job. By the light of the moon, she could see the odd twist of the man’s ankle as he stared at her in agony. Breathing as though he were attempting as many as possible, savoring all for fear that one might be his last, he gasped loudly against the quiet of the night. Jerking suddenly as Katie reached towards him, he signed in relief as he realized that she was only going for his wallet chain. Peering at her with disgust, he broke his silence once again…even if it meant his last vocal stand. “Oh, it’s not bad enough that you’re probably going to off me in a bit but you’ve got to go off and swipe my wallet as well?” Removing the stack of money from its leather shell, she tossed the empty projectile straight back into the man’s face with a pop. “Hey…gammy bitches have to eat too!” she whispered quietly. Softly she removed the sweatshirt’s hood from around her stringy, sweat soaked hair revealing the remainder of her face to the man in a show of finite. Sharply closing his eyes and tightening his body to the point of shivering, he braced for the worst…and the end. Katie finished counting the money and tucked it deep inside her back blue jeans pocket for safekeeping. Three thousand dollars was quite an amount for such a nasty thug and quite a haul for her. This would keep her afloat a little bit longer in the city that never sleeps…and she was sure the remains of the other three creeps had a little bit of money on them as well. “Wow, moneybags” she spoke surprised “If I knew you guys were rolling in it like this…I would’ve started killing all of you days ago!” Her waiting victim found no humor in her discovery. Without warning, a light came on in the opaque blackness of her head that nearly caused her to laugh aloud. If she insisted on living every day from here on out as though it could possibly be her last…then she might as well give it a cause. Something to live for, so to speak. Something to strike both curiosity and fear into the hearts of those that were soon to oppose her. Suddenly, the internal conflict from an hour before faded away. She had discovered her answer to the questions that clouded her young brain and it contained just enough purpose to keep her motivated enough to pull it off…and to keep her enemies guessing. Locking serious eyes with the freezing man one last time, he spoke for the sake of clarity. “Who in the hell are you, girl? Are you the finder of the lost? Are you some kind of wayward hero that just hasn’t been unlucky enough to meet the right villain? Are you the savior of Central Park?” “Not really” Katie finally confessed “I’m not even from around here. I’m just a girl that was in the wrong place at the wrong time…and I’m here to set things right. I know all too well who the villain is and I hope to meet him soon.” Chuckling in discomfort, the man pleads for one final bit of information before meeting his untimely end…just for the simple sake of his need to know. “I just wanted to know why I was lucky enough to fit into your story, love, and was I just in the wrong place at the wrong time as well. What do you call yourself?” “No” she replied “You were exactly where you needed to be when you needed to be there. They call me The Howler…and you’re my messenger.” Slamming him hard across the bridge of his nose with her boot, he lost consciousness almost instantly. The board had now been set with its various pieces and the first chess move had definitely been made. Leaving him alive, her pawn would soon be informing the other players of her existence. Now...You have to wait for the book lol - Chad