Chapter 5
Evil Speaks
Vincent Rulah was an average everyday werewolf. There was nothing special about him or at least there hadn’t been. Now, he was special because the mysterious leader that would someday rule the supernatural world had taken an interest in him. He was in Miami, a safe enough distance from Orlando where all the leaders gathered.
It kept him and those he collected to do the work of the Hubolla. One day, Hubolla would lead them all, but right now they were working on Florida. Vin, as his friend called him, was working hard to do as he was told. He didn’t like killing, not really, but it was for the greater good. Those that refused to join them had to be dealt with.
When he’d been approached originally, he’d not been sure himself. Now he knew that paranormals were better than humans and Hubolla was the best of all of them. He was like a father to all of them and he loved his children. It was true he was a strict father and expected his followers to do what they were told.
The werewolf knew he was lucky getting in at the beginning of the movement. When all was said and done, Vin would be at the top of the organization. He would be Hubolla’s right-hand man. Hubolla had explained his name meant savior in a very old and forgotten supernatural language. It was something like angel speak.
Supernaturals had turned from their original duties which was to rule and protect the poor weak humans. Deaths among paranormals in the Miami area had spiked to an all-time high, but no one had noticed. Recruitment had also spiked but Hubolla wasn’t happy. He demanded more soldiers for his army. Vin wanted to make his leader happy, so he tried. It was easy with the young hoodlums. All he had to do was get to them before they joined a gang.
Humans were being recruited too, even though they were weak. It was a matter of quantity over quality. They had always outnumbered paranormals and probably always would. Hubolla was even considering breeding a bunch of half breeds. That was something normally frowned upon.
“Hey, Vin. What’s the plan for today?”
“Same thing, different day, Con.”
“We taking anyone down today?”
“That depends on if they are with us or against us.”
“The boys are out in the van waiting. Whenever you’re ready.”
Vin liked being in charge even in just his little neck of the woods and he was promised so much more in the near future. The guys all looked up to him because they made damn good money. He never asked Hubolla where the money came from because he didn’t want to know. Their leader had already hinted they would have to start making some money soon.
He walked outside and got in the passenger seat of the van. “Let’s go, Con.”
Conley was his right-hand man. Vin was the only one who spoke directly to Hubolla and he passed on the orders and made sure they were followed. He decided punishments if anyone messed up and he picked where they went to recruit newbies. Right now, they were going to a small community of werewolves that lived near the swamp.
Secluded areas worked well for what they were about to do. Making an example of a person or two made the rest fall in line perfectly. Sometimes sacrifices had to be made so things would work smoothly. They arrived at the community and went in the small convenience store that served it.
“I know you’ve heard about the cause we are here to gather support for,” he said to the old man behind the cash register.
“I don’t know nothing,” the old man said.
“We are gathering strength to take over the world. You are lucky that we are starting here.”
“I never believed much in luck,” the old man said.
“You are either with us or against us.”
“I’m an old man. My daughter mated a shifter but I am human. I’d be no help to you.”
Vin leaned in and took a deep breath. He was not only human, but he was ill. The old man was telling the truth. They didn’t need sick old humans in their cause. Vin would let him live if he could. Time would tell. He walked out of the store and waved for his guys to follow him.
They drove to the house next to the store. Vin knocked on the door but no one answered. He couldn’t hear any sounds inside so he assumed no one was home. He motioned to his men to gather the locals. Waiting where he was, a handful of people were brought to him.
“Whatever you’re selling, we’re not buying,” a guy yelled at him.
“Yeah?” Vin asked.
“Yeah,” the guy yelled.
Vin nodded at Con who pulled out a gun and shot the guy in the stomach. “Anyone else object to our message?” Surprisingly, no one else had a thing to say.
He continued to tell him what he’d come to say. “This community is now under our control. Does everyone understand?” They all nodded looking scared as hell. “We need a headquarters for my men to stay. Someone better come up with a place or they’ll be taking turns living with you.”
“There’s an abandoned store across the street. It has a living space upstairs,” a man suggested.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Vin said. Once they had a presence here, they would move on and they would leave a small team in each neighborhood or community.
“What now, Boss?” Con asked.
“We set up two of the guys here with guns and radios. I think they’ll be fine.”
“So, that’s the plan. Set up teams in isolated communities until we’ve spread across the region?”
“We start here and we keep moving on. Every movement starts small and some grow like a tidal wave. Get the guys settled in and we’ll move on. This is going to be so fucking exciting. I’m ready to get to the next place.” Things would start moving along now. Today Miami, tomorrow the world.