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Fenrir chapter 12

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Chapter 12

The girl, whose name I had yet to ask, sat at the kitchen table. Her eyes were puffy, and my shirt was a little wet, but she had calmed down. Right now I was making some broth, since the girl had complained of a sore throat. I was still rummaging around for the cayenne. Nothing better for a sore throat then some broth with cayenne in it. At least that's what my dad seemed to think, I just let my sore throats run their course. I pretty much avoid treating any and all sicknesses. I don't like pills, shots, or doctoral procedure in general. Medication had once nearly killed a friend of my fathers, she was only 20. If she had followed the doctors advice, she'd be dead right now. Not anything specific they screwed up on, they just put her through hell, failed to get rid of her ulcerative colitis, and said she might live six months if she stayed medicated. She ended up quitting all medications, and changing her diet. In six weeks she was fully cured. the only sign she had ever been sick was the length of her intestine they cut out.  

Plus a psychiatrist once prescribed anti-depressants to me. I have never had more homicidal urges. The whole week I took those pills I wanted to kill everyone around me. I threw the pills away and since then I haven't even taken aspirin. I wonder now what that all meant. Maybe that was some kind of warning?

The broth is done. I sprinkle the cayenne into it. Not too much, or it'll go from pleasantly warm, to burning fire-liquid. Good thing we weren't at my house, we only have medical grade cayenne. The kind of stuff that's only safe to take in pill form. My father, the chef, uses very small sprinkles of that stuff, and the food is still pretty hot."What's that you just sprinkled into it?" The girl asked."Spice, just stir it in and it shouldn't be hot." She stuck her spoon into the bowl and started swishing it around. I took a quick look around. This is the exact house my mother lived in a few years ago. It was almost creepy, the coincidence.

The swamp was still in the back, apparently the landlord still refused to do something about it. This is the house she kicked me out of. The hole in the wall that earned me the trip to my father is still there. The ragged hole in the drywall, the wood beneath was still cracked, the landlord was still being cheap. You crack a 2x4 nearly in half and you should feel something. I punched the support straight on, never felt a thing. It used to creep me out, but these days, there's not much that creeps me out anymore.

"This is good, salty." I realize the girl is complementing my cooking."It's just a broth cube. You guys had a whole pack of them." She doesn't react, continuing to look down into her bowl. I sit there for a few more moments."Did somebody bit you too?" She questions, still staring at the broth. "No, no I just found a coin. Just shitty bad luck for me I guess. Well, maybe it's good luck. Not like I'm a ravenous monster, I could have wound up one of those." She seemed to sigh at that, or something like it, she wasn't really breathing that much."A coin? How does that work?" She said, finally looking up for the bowl."Hell if I know, the thing melted into my hand when I got home, and then this whole thing started." I gestured to my body. The thick pads of my feet rested on the floor, my heels weren't even heels anymore, just joints."Can I fell you head?" I choke out a chuckle."Sure, why the hell not, makes you feel any better." I said as I looked towards the living room. A few lights passed by the window, I assumed they were cars.

Something brushed my ear, and I realized she seriously wanted to touch my head. Apparently my sarcasm hadn't deterred her. I turned back to her and pulled my head back a little as her hand probed the flesh of my muzzle. I stared at her hand with mild bemusement. She touched my nose, feeling the moisture. She even pulled a lip up to see my teeth, I took that part as best I could. She drew her hand back and wiped my drool on her pant leg. And as soon as I thought she was done she reached up and felt my ears. I bore this a little more readily than I'll admit. She played around with each ear, and I found myself enjoying it. Maybe even more than a normal canine. It's rare that anyone even touches me, let alone a girl of any age. The contact seemed to stir something in me. A loneliness I've lived with for as long as I can remember.

When she finally pulled away I came back to myself. I almost couldn't remember what had happened, what she had done. That scared me, scared me a lot! I had lost a few moments! It wasn't uncommon for me to space out, but to have someone else be able to manipulate my mind like that, I didn't even know that could scare me! As she settled back into her chair she seemed more curious than anything else. "Wow, you're like, really real. Also, did you act like a dog on purpose, or did you just get that whole happy puppy look on accident." If I could, I would have blushed. But then I've honestly never blushed, and have never seen anyone else blush. I'm beginning to think it's either an urban legend, or I'm just really dense."I think it was an accident, I can't remember. Everything got fuzzy when you touched my ears."

"Hmm, that's not weird." I think my sarcastic nature is rubbing off on her."Nope, not weird at all. Didn't freak me out a bit." A gunshot sounded not a block away. I fell out of my chair when it hit my sensitive ears. I realized the girl had gotten on the floor as well, though more out of fear than pain. More gunshots sounded, and she got lower to the ground. I did the same, slowly getting used to the sound. The pain seemed to fade faster and faster each time. I got up and headed for the door."Wait, where are you going?" She said, shuddering as more gunfire sounded, closer this time."I'm gonna go check it out, you stay here. I'll be back." I grab the door handle."Wait, what's your name?" I turn back."What's yours?"

"Judy", she says. "Well Judy," I don't want to give out my real name, so I search my brain for something. I hit on some random mythology that I like,"I'm Fenrir, but you can call me Fen." I twist the door handle and look out onto the street. "Be careful", Judy shouts out to me."I'm always careful!" I yell back as I slam the door behind me and hop down the stairs down to the driveway I still remember from three years ago. I take off across the street, moving onto a neighbors lawn, and leaping up onto their roof. I land, gather myself again, and take off across the roof. I reach the edge and leap onto a lower house. I see the fight. It's those guys from before, the vampires, the guys who got away. I smirk a bit.

Their newest car has a shot up engine block. Apparently they have a shotgun and another pistol, I don't see the auto-mag. I leap two more times before I'm right on top of them. As I hit the fifth roof I stop, crouch, and move behind the chimney. They're shooting at a cop car just down the street, the police oblige their attempts by returning fire. I notice wind boy, the one who was doing all the magic before, seems hurt and tired. He's slumped on the ground behind the car as his buddies keep the cops back.

Another cop car races around the corner, passing my old house. As it nears, the joyriders realize how exposed they are. They turn to fire on the new set of officers. Suddenly wind boy stands, raising his hand, apparently he still has some juice left. The wind comes in from the side, kicking the cop cars front end to the drivers left, sending the car towards my side of the road. The driver fails to correct, as their weight shifts too far over. The patrol car tips and rolls onto it's roof. The passenger unbuckles and scrambles out. He levels an M4 carbine over the overturned cruiser. It's report somehow hurts more than the bad guys shotgun as the sound strike my ear drums. I recognize the kid with the auto-mag, he's upgraded to the shotgun. I recognize him just as a rifle round tears off half his face, two more rounds punch through his chest. He continues to return fire, his wounds seem painful, but haven't killed him as they would a living person.

The third guy fires a glock at the cop, and he's actually doing a good job of it. Bullets pang off the undercarriage of the over turned cruiser. I see that the cop who was driving is still in the car, his belt won't let loose. I hesitate for a moment, weighing my options."Oh god damn it all to hell." I mutter as I get the guts to leave cover and help the poor bastard. I hop down onto the lawn and sprint for the car, I'm not going to attack those guys head on again. I  get right up next to the cop with the carbine before he notices me. He nearly shits himself and starts aiming the rifle at me!"Don't look at me, keep shooting, cover fire damn it!" I nearly yell over the gunfire as I get down and start crawling into the crumpled cop car. I think the cloths helped because the cop with the carbine started shooting faster.

Then i hear a click, and the carbine stops."MAGAZINE, IN THE GLOVE COMPARTMENT!" He yells, panic is creeping into his voice as he fires his sidearm, trying to keep his buddy from being shot. The driver is startled be my appearance, but calms as I try to open the glove compartment. I'm helping them, so how bad can I be? At least that what I imagine he thought.

The glove compartment is relatively empty, and is mostly filled by the extra magazines. I grab a few and throw them behind me. I watch the officer reach down and grab a clip and drop the empty one. The carbine fire resumes, as I turn my attention to the trapped officer. He's mostly pulled himself up to use the door as a shield. Even with the roof smashed into the body, there's still a window he can get shot through. Though, if I remember right, a 9mm can go through a car door. He is protected from the buckshot though, and needlessly exposing yourself to fire is stupid, even if your cover is weak it's better than nothing. I get in a crouch, and realize this is the cop I ran from. I think he recognizes me, but it doesn't matter. I grab the belt and pull!"AHGGG, don't! You can't break it like that! Cut it or something!"

I claw at the belt a few times, but I have no leverage, and I can't bring my arm back far enough to swing in here. The seat belt frays,"great, if I only had the whole day. Here, give me your gun." I reach over and unclip the sidearm. I realize it's a 1911, the big 45., I've always wanted one of these. I click the thumb safety off, keeping my finger off the trigger just like my father didn't need to teach me. Gun safety is one of those things that's hard wired into my brain thanks to the history channel and video games. Odd places to learn from, but hey, I'm just smart like that. I press the barrel close to the belt clip, rather than the anchor bolt, which I was sorely tempted to try the heavy 45. on, just to see what it could do. But the anchor bolt is tough, and a ricochet off of it would be a dumbass way to die. I put my finger on the trigger and ease it back. Before I can fire, I hear a thump on the bottom/top of the car.

A bullet passes through the car door, skims the trapped officers ear, and grazes my shoulder. My own snarl is drowned out by the cops. He sounds some kind of large predator. He strains against the belt, and I notice is uniform is bulging in odd place. I notice an odd smell, and suddenly I realize I need to get out of this car right now. The other cops feet are gone. I put the 45. to the buckle, lay my ears back to sheer off the sound, and pull the trigger. In the enclosed space the gun makes a noise that makes that 44. sound like a popgun. The cop is free, but in my head he's no longer the cop. I back out the way I came, and I realize the other cop is being held above me by his neck. I watch the cops legs kick as he's chocked.

It's almost funny how stupid the other guys are. If they had pressed their advantage, advancing under fire, they could have gotten us. I rolled over onto my back and aimed the 45. up at Mr. Chrome Plated Magnum. The guy already had quite a few rounds in him, and they didn't seem to bother him. But his head was untouched.'Well, he's undead, like a zombie. Maybe it's the some principle?' I don't claim to be a marksman, but the shot was just perfect. I aimed, drew back the trigger, and fired. The top of Mr. Chromes head blew upward as the slug passed through his gray matter. His entire body convulsed once, dropping the officer, then he went as limp as a ragdoll. Flopping on the undercarriage.

The officer looked at me with a fair amount of gratitude. All I could do was give the thumbs up. A scream rang out, along with a roar. I got up along with the cop, who had a bit of a belly and a bald patch by the way. We both looked with morbid interest as the younger officer started slamming the kid with the glock against his dead car. The young officers uniform was starting to tear, his head was strangely elongated. His ears had moved up the side up his head, and where now covered in fur, orange fur. In between the tears I noticed more fur, and black stripes. He reared an arm back and punched the kid. His partner ran around the car to reach the two."Dave, what the hell are you doing?! Stop it, you're killing him! You'll get kicked off the-" Dave turned and snarled at the fat cop, then continued to pummel the punk who had dared shoot at him.

I begin to think something is wrong here. Where's wind boy. The fat guy answers that,"oh my god, Dave, unit 24, look." Both me and Dave look at the other cop car. I had forgotten about it, but wind boy hadn't. He must have gone after them while I was freeing the weretiger who had just been a normal cop. Both cops were dead as door nails. One had had his head torn off, the other might as well have. His head was half off as the guy I had referred to as wind boy drained him dry. Apparently the vampire could draw the blood out of the body as if by magic. Hell, it was magic! The blood floated from the officers neck and into the vampires mouth. If I wasn't so dulled to violence by modern media, I might have been sick.

It was Dave (the weretiger) who snapped us out of it. He  roared and picked up the kid he'd been beating, pitching him like a missile at the other vampire. I'm still not sure if that kid was a vampire, I never saw him soak up any rounds. Not that I cared, but it was pretty brutal the way his head popped like a water melon when he hit the cop car. Missed the vampire entirely, but damn was that cool! I followed suit by picking up the dropped carbine and throwing it to the normal cop. "Heads Up!" I yelled as he turned and snatched the rifle out of the air. We both aimed and fired at the guy as fast as we could. I emptied the remaining 5 rounds, the carbine only got off 10 before the chamber clicked empty on both.

It was at that point THE coolest thing I saw that day happened (as if a shoot out and a cop car flipping over weren't enough action movie cliches). The vampire whipped his hand out drawing a wind that blew all our shots off course. We knew he blew them off course because all our shots went wild in the same place. A few struck the back of the cop car, the rest went over the cars trunk and blew apart a mailbox, which was pretty cool now that I look back on it. We were just frustrated and pissed off about it at the time.

The vampire got in the car, started it up, and drove off in record time. Why you ask? Because while we were shooting the tiger cop ran straight for him on all fours roaring. He chased the guy down the street before he reached the intersection flipped the car around and peeled rubber. Dave chased him for a little more. The other cop leaned against the ruined cop car."I'm getting too fat for this. Jesus Christ, he tore- he took their heads off!" I was angry they'd gotten away. But just before I threw the gun in my hand against the ground, I curbed my rage and set it on the overturned cop car. Then I realized I was now in the vicinity of two cops, one of whom I threatened and is now I giant freaking tiger monster twice as big as I am, and is heading back this way."Umm, I just realized I have to go, umm, by!" I turn and run on all fours as fast as I can.
A new chapter, you can all let your breath loose now.

Our hero now has a pseudonym. Come on, who didn't see that one coming. Also, he can make soup broth, he's just full of useful skills isn't he?

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