WEREWOLF PART III

Eric awoke from his nightlong slumber as the beast to find himself still secure in the warehouse. He was glad he had brought his backpack with him full of clothing so he could change fairly easily. He noticed the clothes he had been wearing the night before were not tattered and torn on the dirty floor. He often felt as if he would never find a cure to this curse. That he would be doomed to roam the earth forever in the dark night as a raving animal lusting for food. That was the worse part of it—the never-ending hunger. But now his mind went back to the last events he could recall of the night before. He thought about that as he dressed himself. Who was that man? What was his name again? Chance is what had said. And yet he knew what Eric was. Could he be able to help him then? Eric intended to find out if that were possible.

Later in the day Eric stopped by at Kelly's, but she was out. He had to remind himself that she does have other responsibilities besides worrying about him. The day went along slowly for him. He was at least glad that his right palm showed no pentagram. And that meant that he could sleep in the nighttime like most people do and take for granted. That meant beast would be unleashed this night. No tonight the beast would be kept at bay. That was the little comfort that he ever seemed to seep out of the misery that called itself his life.

Chanced walked in his boss's office. He couldn't wait to speak about his news.

"It's done. Well the first stage is anyway. I saw him. You were right, he is so weak. I almost felt sorry for him. Him and his search for the elusive cure for his peculiar illness."

His boss smiled but never said a word.

"He will be put to good use here. And I can bring him to you. He doesn't even fully appreciate his gift or the hunt. I shall visit him again. I know his haunts and where to find the rat. The traitor. Yes he moves about quite a lot but he leaves his tracks and Rogan is still right on his tail. Follow Rogan, find Cord. Our young Eric Cord is quite the wanderer. But he won't be very difficult to bring to the fold. I mean he has no choice right?"

His boss just sat there thinking and then finally replied… "Right." He then grinned but in a very menacing way.

Eric then trying to come up with some way to find Remy. This nightmare was not going to get any better unless he kept moving. He was so glad to see Kelly, but he knew just him being near her put her in jeopardy at all times. Just keep moving. Someday, someday having a normal everyday life won't be just a dream anymore. But the building that Remy once resided in has been since burned down. Yet he was the key to the ending of the curse. The 2,000 year old werewolf under the guise of a college professor. Most likely now he had some other form of job. Eric was getting no where fast with his query as to where the professor' whereabouts could be. But the man he met last night was still on his mind. He decided to rent a room at a motel nearby. This was all par for the course for him anyway. He couldn't count how many places he had to stay since he's been on the run. He went in and went to get some sleep. But he would never sleep in peace again as he knew there were others out there just like him who would kill him as he would them. That is the reason that he carried a gun in his pack loaded with silver bullets. But for that matter so did Rogan. Rogan was chasing Eric who in turn was hunting Remy.

TO BE CONTINUED…………