Chapter Fourteen
A Legend’s Goodbye
Quarter past nine pm.
Chris and Theresa observed the train station; they sensed a strong presence of dark shadows in this area. The best of their packs were behind them, waiting for their signal. Each of them was equipped with guns and bombs, though their weapons were out of date. Well, it was better than nothing.
The subway train station was somewhere no one would wish to be in. It was cramped with people getting on and off the train, and the smell, oh dear, it was worse than a decaying carcass in the forest. The heedless crowds kept walking back and forth, ignorant of the war going on between two kinds and they were the center point.
It didn’t take long before Chris saw a dark shadow and it happened to be an assassin who seemed to be following them all along. He brought his gaze to Theresa and gave her the look.
She glared back at him and walked forth. “Boys, let’s get rolling.”
After one, two, three more steps, bullets fired in all direction, targeting them. It turned out there wasn’t only one assassin in the train station, there was a handful of them, hiding from the far and hidden corners. Theresa ran to the left with the pack while Chris went the opposite way.
The crowds were screaming in terror as they tried to get into the train, which was already overloaded. As the bullets fired recklessly, it was inevitable for some people to get shot, somewhere on the shoulders and arms, but some were shot in the head and back. The chaos had caused stampede and bloodshed everywhere.
Chris pulled the screen off the drainage that led to the basement. Two dark shadows were chasing him from behind while the other went on the opposite way to corner him. As he got down, the sewage water splashed all over him. His thighs were submerged into the water, but he couldn’t care less. He ran toward the end of the tunnel where the light was, but before he even made it there, a dark shadow appeared before him.
His eyes turned black and his fangs protruded. He whirled his head slowly and his body’s muscles contracted. His whole body widened and black hairs covered him. His face elongated as his legs and arms bulged out. In no time, he transformed into a full-grown werewolf.
The dark shadow’s fangs came out and his eyes flamed red. He hurtled his iron whip that contained liquid silver nitrate, dashing it against the water as he threatened to hit Chris. He pulled another whip from his side and started hurling them against the water, striking Chris on the legs, arms, and head as to further provoke him and get him to attack. To his request, Chris jumped at him, but the dark shadow was way too quick. He smacked him on the back and Chris let out an agonizing cry as the silver nitrate burned his flesh. In frustration, he yelled out and attacked the dark shadow again, and this time he was much successful.
Alarmed, the dark shadow kept whipping him, but he ignored the pain and kept attacking the dark shadow until one of his whips got stuck from underneath the water. Now, it was Chris’ time to show off. He smirked, insulting his opponent. Before the dark shadow could further injure him with the other whip left, he grabbed him by the head and pulled him close as he crunched the dark shadow’s neck, detaching it from the body. The blood oozed out and mixed in with the sewage water.
Panting in exhaustion, Chris suppressed the pain burning his flesh. While tending his wounds, he heard guns firing from above him. He could smell lycan’s blood, an indication they were being ambushed by a significant number of dark shadows. He rushed to their aid, but before he even made it back to the top, a sharp pain struck him on the shoulder blade. A razor bomb stuck him on the back, digging into his body through his bone. Before it could travel further down, he pulled it out and an excruciating yell echoed across the tunnel. Quickly, he threw it away and the bomb exploded, blowing him back to where he was standing earlier.
For the moment, he lost consciousness but quickly regained his senses when he felt an intense pain.
“How does it feel?”
He recognized the cunning voice. He looked up and saw Levi pouring a silver liquid onto his wounds, torturing him slowly. He turned back to his human form. A look of disbelief couldn’t be hidden from his face.
“Enjoying the pain?” Levi asked, insulting him.
Chris glared at him. “What are you waiting for?” he asked, provoking him. “Kill me now when you still have the chance because if you don’t, I’ll make you feel the hell out of me just like what I’ve done to your father.”
Levi felt a stab of pain piercing through him. The memory of the past brought itself to his remembrance. Chris killed his father as Lucas put an end to Lucius reign. Levi swore to himself that he’d revenge his father and now that he had the chance to do it, there was no way he would let it slip off his grip. He smacked Chris on the cheek so hard his jaw was dislocated.
“I’m not gonna waste my time on a filthy dog like you,” he said. “Just to let you know before you die, Valentine and my kind shall reign over the whole world and your kind will be abolished,” he spat out.
Chris let a sarcastic laugh, his jaw hurt. “Do as you please. It’ll never happen anyway. Lucas is gonna stop you and put you to where you belong.”
Levi couldn’t contain himself and struck Chris with his gun. “Lucas will soon meet you in hell.” He pointed the gun at his head and just as when he was about to pull the trigger, he felt a bullet pierced through his stomach from behind. With great hurry, he turned around and fired back. He turned into a shadow and disappeared.
“Chris!” Theresa yelled, tears flowing down her cheeks.
“Go and get Lucas.”
She took his hands and held them tight. “No, we don’t need his help. We can destroy Valentine on our own–”
“No, we can’t,” he cut in. “You need Lucas’ help. Dark shadows have grown even stronger and so did Valentine.”
She tried to pull him up, but Chris refused. “I’ll bring you back to the forest and get Aiyana to help you.”
He shook his head. “No,” he said. “I’ve done my job. Living for a century is enough.” He looked at her in the eyes. “Protect our kind from extinction. Till then my friend.” He caressed her on the cheek as he breathed his last with eyes wide open.
Theresa howled in agony, lamenting over a legend who risked his own life for the sake of his kind.