The subway is empty.
I cannot hear a sound.
Being pursued for centuries,
this war goes on.
The bloodshed is heavy,
as a screaming human runs for her life.
The windows crash and break.
I turn around.
There she is,
the lycan killer.
She has killed many of my kind.
There is nowhere to run.
I fear for my life,
at the hands of this woman.
So many of us have been killed,
as have many of hers.
But there is no escaping now.
There is an echoing in my head,
a howl of some sort.
It is my fate to be killed by this venomous woman.
She fires from her gun,
a silver bullet.
The first two I easily dodge,
but the third I cannot escape.
It pierces my side,
as I howl in pain.
I fall to the floor, wounded.
This is the end.
My end.