For a moment Paul Snr stood there, his rifle trembling in his hand, his whole body shaking gently as he stood outside the front entrance of his house, thinking about all the events that had led up to this disaster. He though back to his championship match for the Florida Heavyweight Championship. It was all or nothing.

He closed his eyes as he imagined being back in that ring that he had been training all the time with his son…. With the hot heavy humid air weighing down on the audience, the commentators and the wresters…. The outcry of the audience chanting and shouting for their favourite wrestler… and the referees…. Trying to pull Paul Snr's opponent and good friend off him….

Marty looked at him with a vengeful face, trying to push through the numerous waves of referees that were holding him back in the ring.

"How could you Paul? HOW? I trusted you! And you do this to me?! WHY?"

Paul Snr had regret written all over his face, Marty could just tell. They were the best of friends after all. But instead of offering a heartfelt apology, he rubbed more salt in the wounds by denying any allegations that his friend was making.

"Marty…please calm down… I don't know what you are talking about…"

Marty, shocked at his very own friend's response, became unnaturally sedate and stopped struggling. The referees slowly let him go, proceeding with caution. A vein appeared and crept up Marty's neck, pulsing and twisting with rage. Marty breathed in deeply, anger flaring through his nostrils.

He turned his back to him and looked as if he was gonna walk out of the ring when…

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Marty jumped on him, trying to strangle him with his masculine hands and gritted through his teeth as he said "You listen and you listen good Paul…. I have tried and I have worked all my LIFE to try and get to the top…. And to have it ruined by you…. My best friend…. You WILLget yours…I promise you-"

Marty was interrupted by the hordes of referees trying to break Marty's strong hold on Paul, whose face was turning unbelievably red, pleaded with him to let him go.

"Marty, come on…. Enough…"

Marty brought himself a closer and whispered in Paul's ear "This…. Is far from enough…"

With all the strength he had in him, he managed to break free from all the surrounding referees. With a mighty punch, he sent Paul tumbling to the ground, enough to make his nose start to gash with blood.

"You'll get yours Paul… I swear… You took my chance… so I'll take your life."

The referees carried the crazed man away as Paul Snr sat there gripping his nose slightly… thinking about how he had possibly made the worst mistake of his life to date….

The trod of Paul Snr's feet was the only noise that could be heard as he was entering the house.

Upon entrance, Paul Snr's heart was saddened even further when he found the house in ruins. Most of the furniture was overturned and broken glass and pictures of his family were scattered all over the living room floor.

Paul Snr treaded carefully into the living room, hearing the crunch of broken glass beneath his feet.

He stepped in a few feet more when…..

*BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

Paul Snr's heart startled when he heard the familiar sound of an alarm clock… coming from his son's bedroom.

His heartbeat intensified as he slowly made his way to Paul Jr's bedroom. The gloomy darkness engulfed him as he made his way in.

"Hello?"

The door swiftly shut behind him.

"Paul?! What are you doing? You know we can't go inside!"

The flustered teenager who was trying to force the door open with all the might in him, fought tears as he said "I am NOT going to lose my dad!"

Jacoline sat there looking at her son, swallowing lumps of sadness in her throat as she tried to control Paul Jr as he let his damaging emotions run wildly and loose.

"LET GO OF ME!"

Paul Jr repeatedly pulled at the car door long enough for the handle to snap.

Jacoline jumped as he threw the piece out of his hand out of fury.

"WHY? WHY DIDN'T DAD TELL ME WHEN HE HAD THE CHANCE TO? "

Jacoline looked at her son sadly. "Let's just say your father made one mistake too many…. And when he realised he could do nothing about it, his only option was to protect you from it… you're the most important thing in his life, you know….ever since you were born…"

Paul Jr, who sat there in complete silence, calm and serene, looked up into the night sky, the moon pouring down its glorious light.

Paul Jr sniffed as he questioned "Protect me from what?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Jacoline and Paul Jr jumped at the ear – stricken response that came from the house.

"I'm coming Dad" Paul Jr whispered to himself.

"Paul…."

The young 16-year-old pulled the car keys from his pocket and unlocked the door from the inside. Jacoline looked on in shock as she watched her only child exit out of the car door.

"How did you?"

Paul Jr looked at his mum and said "Dad taught me everything he knows".

Jacoline smiled back and hastily hurried out of the car, running with all the energy she had in her to save Paul Snr.

Paul Snr gripped his arm in pain and gritted his teeth, as blood started to escape.

"You bastard…."

The stranger who sat on Paul Jr's bed comfortably, looked at him with a sadistic smile, enjoying his opponent suffer immensely.

"Well I do try…"

Paul Snr gradually sat up, gripping his arm and moved away from his psychotic stalker and the fearsome creature growling at him.

"Settle down, settle down…. You will get to taste more…eventually… Where are the rest of your family? Have they seen you for what you truly are?"

Paul Snr responded with nothing but dagger eyes.

"Dad? Dad? Where are you?"

The stranger heightened his eyes in excitement. This will be VERY interesting.

"Void… go and have your treat."

"NO!" Paul Snr tried to sit in the way, but the estranged man knocked out Paul Snr, causing him to sink slowly to the floor.

The mystic creature snarled as growled as it slowly crept around the door, slowly creeping into the living room.

Paul Snr's breaths slow and heavy as he rose himself up again with all the strength he had in him.

"You don't….You don't need to do this…."

The crazed man got up and held up Paul Snr's face with his staff, tension being carried back and forth between eye contact.

He came in a bit closer as he said… "It only just that I do this Paul… 16 years ago you took my only chance… so I'll take your life."

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"Err…nice…err dog?"

The creature continued to growl, until it came into the light where the moon was shining.

Woah. Paul Jr thought.

The creature that looked calmly at Jacoline and Paul truly was a sight of beauty and terror. Its lush black fur highlighted in the moonlight and a unique red mark was glowing from the side of its strong aggressive body. The strife and terror in its eyes were looking specifically at Paul Jr… as if it knew him….

Ahahahahaha… your end is nigh…young one…

Paul Jr looked quizzically at the fearsome monster. Jacoline looked slowly from the wolf to Paul Jr.

"Paul?"

"I-I don't know…"

The fearsome creature growled, showing its razor sharp teeth engrossed in gushing blood.

Paul Jr stared at the beast, gasping in shallow breaths. "What did you do to my dad?"

The beast snarled and replied. Does not matter… my master will end him… just like I'll end you now… Kaapstad

With that the beast leapt, ready to strike the young man. Paul Jr instantly held out his arms, bracing himself for whatever he could do to protect the most important women in his life.

NO!

Smashing through their other kitchen window came another creature similar to Void. The light of the moon smoothed along its soft snow fur as it ran up and bit the beast mercilessly and swung the beast around with such force. She eventually released her grip on Void, causing him it hit against the living room wall.

"Licht?"

Paul… please forgive me for what I'm about to do…

"Huh?"

Litch jumped up and bit Paul Jr on his right arm. Jacoline was about to intervene when he saw that Paul Jr hadn't reacted to the bite. Paul Jr paused and looked at his arm. No blood. No bruises.

"Litch, what are you-"

Litch stood on her hind legs, so that her eyes were level with Paul's. Paul Jr stared deep into the crystal blue abysses that were Litch's eyes.

Kaapstad…listen… 15 years from now my master will try to use you as part of his vast plan… but you have been chosen by your father and by my clan to save your generation before it is too late… The bite I have given you will place something in you so extraordinary… But-

Void eventually got up and sprinted, aiming to strike at Litch.

Paul Jr looked up instantly at Void. He was unaware of this, but the colour of his eyes converted from a normal human one to of a werewolf's fiery amber.

"Litch! Look out!"

Paul Jr pushed the graceful wolf out of the way and caught Void in his grip. Within him, he felt strength surge and flow throughout him.

Foolish boy…Surrender…

Paul Jr looked at him at eye level contact. "Never" he gritted.

Paul Jr began to tighten his grip on him, suffocating him. Jacoline and Litch looked on in suspense.

Void's groan of pain eerily turned in evil laughter.

"What's so funny?"

You, my dear boy… You'll DEFINITELY be of good use to my master…

Void sank his teeth immediately into his left arm. Paul Jr yelled as he felt the sinister, unbearable pain as he tried to pull himself off the malefic wolf.

"Paul! No!"

Jacoline quickly ran to retrieve the baseball bat and swung as if she were at a baseball game and hit Void with all the energy within her, repeatedly hitting the beast over and over again whilst bawling with every word she pronounced…

"Don't. You. Dare. Hurt. My. Son!"

The hits from the frantic mother became faster and faster until

*crack*

Void released his grip and swayed to and fro, before surrendering to the ground, his body lying lifelessly.

Paul Jr trembled with pain. The mark that Void had left on him severely burnt into his skin. The sound of sizzling could be heard as the burns slowly stopped, leaving a peculiar mark similar to the one on his hand…

Litch hastened over and examined the injury. Oh no… this wasn't meant to happen… at least not now…

"What?" Paul Jr asked, his arm still shaking.

Litch looked up at him slowly. "You've now been imbued with good and evil powers."

Jacoline kneeled down next to her son and asked, "What does this mean? Why is Paul involved in all this? What does he have to do with any of this? Why him? He's just 16!"

Litch calmly came and sat near the mother and son, exchanging tranquil looks between them.

I know Paul Jr may be too young understand, but he will one day… when he's fully grown… Paul will be fine… for now; the burn Void gave him won't affect him physically or mentally up until he is at the peak of his adulthood… He must ensure he keeps all the values his father taught him to his heart, if not… my mas-

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The break of glass could be heard from Paul's bedroom.

"PAUL!" Jacoline immediately got up and ran towards the bedroom door taking the bat with her.

Jacoline… NO!

The young woman kicked opened the door with her foot only for her to stand there, frozen idly.

A hand grabbed her as she screamed.

"MOM!"

Paul Jr ran to the entrance of his bedroom door, replicating the same reaction as his mum did.

Litch ran in front of him and growled at the man who had his hand over her mouth and a sharp tribal knife near her neck. Paul Jr could do nothing but stare and studied the little hints of facial features of the captors that were brought out with the strong moonlight pouring through the window.

His face was painted with numerous dots looming on his face. A grin captivated on his face, showing what was the remainder of his teeth.

Jacoline looked at her son with tears in her eyes as she tried to tilt her head away from the stranger's, who was trying to whisper something in her ear whilst looking at Paul Jr, seeing if he could get a reaction from the vulnerable young man in front of him.

Paul could feel the burn on his arm intensely as he felt the anger swell within him.

"Ah you must be Paul Jr. We finally meet."

Paul Jr breathed with shallow exaggeration through his nostrils slowly as he looked towards the floor.

There, now lying in a thin pool of blood was his beloved father. His chest was rising and falling slowly showing vitally that he was still alive.

"Son…" he croaked. "Are you okay?"

Paul Jr gulped as he faced his attention to the estranged man holding his mum in jeopardy.

"I'm fine dad. What about you?"

Paul Snr chuckled as he replied. "I've looked better."

Paul Jr looked at the ground, smiling and shaking his head a little.

"Enough with the jokes… I'm gonna make this simple… your life for his… Your dad will live, if I take you with me for what I need…"

"What about my mum?"

The captor brought his mouth near her ear as he whispered.

"She'll be fine."

He immediately brought his knife to her arm as he promptly drew the knife along her skin, forming a wound.

The next thirty or so seconds That Paul Jr encountered were unforgettable.

"MUM!"

Paul Jr caught her, gripping her arm tightly whilst the gory blood was starting to pour.

Litch jumped in front of the pair, growling fiercely at the cold blooded man that drew his knife, pointing it at the beautiful wolf.

"Ah ah ah. I still control you… remember?"

Well, fortunately… you don't…

"Hhmph… well… if you insist…"

Litch leapt with agility, about to attack, when he grabbed her instantly by the back of her fur and thrust the sharp knife into her underbelly.

Paul Jr and Jacoline looked on with tears in their eyes as the bewildered stranger looked closely into the wounded angel's eyes and whispered in her wolf ear "Now… I am done with you… COCK A DOODLE DO AND THE COW GOES MOO!"

The crazy psychotic threw the angelic wolf with all the super strength he had in him and tossed the she wolf out of Paul Jr's bedroom.

Paul Jr looked back in horror as the body of the angelic wolf remained lifeless.

"LICHT!"

"Well… there goes another life Paul. And it was ALL. YOUR. FAULT. Let me know if you want to waste anymore…"

The stranger paused for a moment. "But, wait…" He looked at Jacoline, then to Paul Snr pointing at them with his finger, counting.

"You've only got TWO lives to waste… tread very carefully Paul…"

With all that had happened, Paul Jr forgot about the captor's ultimatum.

"Paul… don't" wheezed Paul Snr. His breaths were becoming drowsier.

"I hear no response Mr Jr… all right." The plagued man reached for his bloodied knife and started creeping towards the dying man that was gasping for life.

Paul Jr looked at Jacoline, who wept silently gripping her arm uncontrollably. He stood up in silent defeat, taking off his main t-shirt and tied it around his mum's wounded arm, refraining any blood from coming out any further.

"Paul?" Jacoline wept, looking up at her son. "What are you doing?"

Paul Jr, who still had his eyes on the bewildered intruder, spoke quietly "Saving my dad."

He stopped in his tracks. A small evil snicker could be heard coming from him as he turned around and smirked at the naïve young man.

Paul closed his eyes and breathed in slowly as he said "I'll go with you… Just promise that no more harm will come anymore to my mum or my dad."

"See… if you had said that earlier, then I wouldn't have had to hurt your parents much as I did…Heck, you could have even saved that traitor of a wolf… So… do we have a deal?" The intruder asked holding out his hand.

Paul Jr looked at both his parents, then back to the stranger's hand. "Yes… we have a deal"

Paul Snr closed his eyes and opened them again, his eyes brimming with tears. What have I done?

A small smirk appeared on the stranger's face, as their hands drew closer to confirm the deal when…

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Paul Jr stood there in mild shock confused as to why the madman decided to let out an ear piercing outcry.

"You will pay dearly" he gritted. Paul Jr saw fingertips on the intruder's shoulder. He widened his eyes further.

"Dad?"

The madman suddenly spun around.

There, blood still dripping slightly from his chest and his head was his beloved father foolhardily plunging the captor's very own knife into his back, using every last one of his strength to inflict as much pain into his former enemy as possible.

"Dad!? What are you doing?"

"You must be crazy if you think I could live without seeing you ever again…."

Jacoline looked on with a small smile as Paul Jr looked at his dad. The captor broke their sweet moment by elbowing the back of Paul Snr's head.

Paul Jr aided to the help of his father, also using all of his strength to push the blade further into the captor's skin. Grotesque green blood emulated from his skin as Paul Jr and Paul Snr looked at the gruesome human before them, exchanging looks of disgust and horror.

"If this sickly sweet father son moment is over…"

The estranged man repeatedly began to knock Paul Jr into unconsciousness.

Paul Jr tried to get up again, only for the enraged captor to kick him back into blackness.

Jacoline also attempted to attack; only to be slapped so hard it was enough entrance her into a deep sleep.

The gruesome drifter pushed Paul Snr back down to the ground and stretched his neck out, preparing for his bloodthirsty vengeance.

"…Why do you make this hard for yourself Paul, hm? I mean your only child WAS ACTUALLY WILLING to sacrifice his life for yours… And you so stupidly as always, do your own thing! WHY?"

All the while the stranger was talking, he sharply took the knife that was lodged in his back and took it out instantly, the cowering sounds of the tear of muscles.

He reached inside one of his trouser pockets and displayed a white substance in front of Paul Snr, similar to the stuff that had been all over the family's kitchen and rubbed and mixed it with the blood on the knife.

Paul Snr pace fully got up, gripping his knee in pain. He looked at his old friend with affliction and repentance in his eyes. "This was my fault from the beginning… I didn't mean to cost you your only chance of being champion…"

Paul Snr began to cry as he carried on "All these years I spent cheating and lying to my friends… to my wife… my only son… My status of being a champion didn't change anything in me… I was just a bastard and a coward all this time…"

The wanderer stopped in his tracks in closer and grabbed Paul Snr by the shirt and held him up against the wall where the moonlight shone.

Beaten. Broken. Remorseful

These three words currently summed up Paul Snr's character to a T. His bloodied face. The small slits in his throat. The scared horror in his hazel eyes.

Where there was once arrogance and over-confidence, was now replaced by high moral conscious and warm salty tears.

"You are actually sincere, aren't you?"

Paul Snr sniffled and breathed out slowly, bracing himself. "…Yes."

He brought the knife up to his chest.

Paul Jr opened his eyes slowly, trying to recover as if he had been dragged into a deep blackout.

Pretending to be still knocked out, Paul Jr could only hear what was going on.

The stranger took hold of his throat.

Out of the corner of his eye, Paul Snr could see glistening tears from his son's eyes.

I'm so sorry son. Perhaps… now you can lead a better life than mine.

The knife was now touching his chest slightly.

"Any last words… Pink Panther?"

"… Marty… I'm sor-"

The sound of Paul Snr's voice cut off as the breaking of skin and the plunging of the knife could be heard, shattering down the ear drums and into the heart of Paul Jr writhing in pain.

He came in closer to Paul Snr as he spoke. "Now… we're even…"

With that, Marty pushed the knife further down, causing Paul Snr to yell and cry in pain.

Marty got up slowly and looked at the two remaining family members.

"You won't mind if I take these two do you? After all there needs to be a new man of the family…"

Paul Snr felt helpless as he slowly felt himself sink away into an eternal slumber.

Marty walked over to Jacoline who was still unconscious and gently picked her up as if he were holding a baby, looking at her angelic face.

"Certainly picked well, didn't you Paul? Marty said, admiring the radiance in her face. "Don't worry…I'll be sure to pick up where you left off…"

Paul Snr's breaths became more inert and heavy as he looked up at the ceiling slowly opening and closing his eyes…

Arise… Kaapstad Aartwolf.

Paul Jr felt himself upsurge as he instantly opened his eyes.

Marty propped Jacoline onto his shoulders and began to sing.

"When a man loves a woman-"

"Put my mother down, you sick bastard."

Marty halted in his steps and turned around. There with an emitting white phosphorescence aura from his body, was a rejuvenated and incensed Paul Jr.

"Paul…" came the weak response from his mother.

"I thought I had knocked you out permanently…"

"Well we all think things don't we? Like how you think you're gonna get away this and my mother… Hand her over. Now."

Marty grinned and chuckled. "So what cha gonna go?"

"This."

Paul Jr waved his hand at Marty sending him across the bedroom wall next to the door. Marty scrambled to his feet and instantly grabbed out another knife and threw it at him. It paused precisely in front of Paul Jr's face, who had all his focus on the knife. He spun the knife the other way without touching it and aimed for Marty's chest, striking him.

Marty yelled as he clutched at his chest and ran out the bedroom. Paul Jr waved his hand again, hurling Marty against the bathroom door, knocking it down.

He was about to raise his hand again when…

"PAUL!"

Paul Jr turned his attention to the outcry of his mother and ran back into the bedroom. He looked around.

"MUM? WHERE ARE YOU?"

"Up here!"

Paul Jr looked up.

Behold was his mother floating graciously up in mid-air as she was eccentrically trying to find a way down. "Help!"

Paul Jr calmly held out his hands and focused his attention on bringing her down gently. She held him ever so tightly as he caught her safely in his arms.

Jacoline cried as she held her son in her arms, smoothing his golden hair with her hand. She let go and cupped his face in her hands, only to scream with marvel. "AAAAAAAHHHHHH! Paul! What happened to your eyes?!"

Paul Jr, taken aback by his mother, looked around in confusion at his mother. "What do you mean? What's wrong with them?"

Jacoline stepped backwards, as she looked to get a proper glance.

"They're… they're amber…"

"What?"

"Paul…"

Paul Jr instantly looked over to where his dying father lay and rushed to his side, his three quarter trousers absorbing his dad's blood.

Paul Jr reached for the knife that was still lodged in his father's chest, when he suddenly noticed that his whole right arm was releasing a blue peculiar glow.

"Can I… can I heal?" Paul Jr questioned himself.

"Mum? Can you come here for a minute?"

Jacoline obediently came and knelt down beside Paul Snr, slowly smoothing his forehead over with her hand.

Paul Jr came in close to Jacoline, raising his hand near his mum's face. The glow from Paul Jr's hand reflected on her graceful face.

Jacoline looked at her son, as he gently placed his hand on the bruise that Marty had given her earlier. Jacoline felt a soothing peace release within her as the glow intensified and quietly dimmed out. She put her hand up to where the bruise was. It was gone.

Jacoline smiled with glee as she exclaimed at Paul Jr "You healed me! This means that… you can heal your dad too!"

Paul quickly scrabbled next to his dad again and lifted him up from his back, cradling him.

Paul Snr, whose breaths were becoming gradual by the second, raised his hand up at his son, almost as if he were trying to stop his son from healing him.

Paul Jr smiled with tears as he said. "Dad? What are you doing?"

Paul Jr was about to place his hand on his father's chest, when a voice interrupted him.

You can't heal him.

Licht slowly, came into the bedroom, limping.

Paul Jr looked at her in high apprehension and confusion as she sat by the defiant son.

"WHAT? WHY NOT?!"

Licht looked away as she continued to speak.

At the point where your father knew that there was no other way but for Marty to have his vengeance… he knew that if you two woke up to another day, it would have to cost him his own life… it makes sense in a way, but it doesn't justify that what Marty did was way beyond wrong…

Paul Jr shook his head from side to side, refusing to accept what Licht had just said.

"But he can't die… Mum needs him… I need him…" Litch drooped her ears slowly.

A hand reached for Paul Jr's face.

"Paul… listen to me… remember all the training seasons we did and all the stories I told you about?"

Paul Jr nodded through silent tears.

"Please… remember them… You'll need them very much…to learn something"

"NO!" Paul yelled. "I-I love you dad. You stuck by me. You believed in me. You believed that I can do anything…"

"I love you too son. I should be thanking you more… you've stuck by me the most… when others walked out on me… And I don't blame them. But… you can do anything. I've taught you everything you need to know and what you're yet to face. Now… you need to make it on your own from here on out…"

Paul Jr widened his eyes as his tears grew deeper.

Jacoline kneeled down beside her husband.

"Jacoline… I'm so sorry for today and for all the foolish things I've done that have led up to this… maybe not now… but I hope you'll forgive me… one day… I…love you…"

Jacoline smiled at Paul Snr, her tears dropping onto his face. "I love you too Paul… always have… always will…"

Jacoline moved over to sit behind Paul Snr so that he could get up slowly.

"Litch?" The obedient werewolf pricked up her ears as she listened.

"I'm counting on you… To do what has been carried out…"

Litch quietly bowed her head down. "Yes master."

Master?

Paul Jr hastily looked from Litch to his father with a look of hysteria.

"Paul…Come…quickly…" Paul Snr clutched at his chest as he could feel the excruciating pain crawling into his heart.

Paul Snr cupped his son's face with his hands and looked deep into the ruptured soul.

"Listen… I have to go now… My time is due… I just want to say that… I'm sorry Paul… I'm so sorry… Today was meant to be our last day together…. And it was far from perfect… I let you down as a coach…And I let you down as a father… But I know you'll succeed where I have failed… Do me proud son… And smile-"

His hand promptly dropped. The body lying in Jacoline's hands became cold and lifeless. Jacoline gently put his head down and folded his arms as if he were taking one of his afternoon naps.

Paul Jr let the tears flow as he nuzzled his head into his father's tummy.

"Goodbye dad."

Licht began to growl at Paul Snr's body. Jacoline came over to Litch and stroked her fur. "Litch, what's wrong with you?"

"Mum…"

Jacoline looked at her husband's body. The knife that had been still lodged in Paul Snr's chest began to slowly slink out. In haste, it spun clockwise then halted itself pointing at Paul Jr. The young man ducked as the knife flew out of the bedroom and into the living room.

Paul Jr furiously chased after it only to halt in his steps after a short dash. There standing by the door, eerily watching him was the schizo cold blooded murder, gripping his wounded chest and breathing heavily. Jacoline and Litch ran after Paul, but froze when they saw Marty at the front door.

Paul Jr felt more strength abound in him, as he tightly closed his fists.

"Youuuu…. You bastard… You ungrateful-"

"Now, now there's no need for name calling…"

Unbeknown to Paul, Jacoline and Marty, Litch began to conjure up a sword, her eyes glowing with magnificence.

Marty turned his back to him, ready to leave. "Besides everything is as going according to plan…"

Not everything.

Litch held up her paws as a glowing blue sword rose out of the ground. Litch bowed her head down as the sword came at full speed striking the crazed fool in the chest.

"You! I thought I had gotten rid of you… you inferior creature!"

Paul Jr ran up at him, aiming to push the sword in further, ending his life…

"Ah ah… not so fast m'boy. You think this will be the last of me? Ha! Sooner or later… we WILL be meeting again… Kaapstad Aartwolf…"

The berserk lunatic began to laugh and sing as he pulled out a smoke bomb and hit it in front of himself…

Paul Jr ran up to the smoke to grab him… but he disappeared. All that was left was another alarm clock, ringing furiously.

Paul Jr fumed through his nostrils as the clock rang. He grabbed it and smashed it into the ground, leaving a massive dent and bruising his hands with fresh blood and cuts on them.

Jacoline was about to comfort him, when Litch held her paw up.

Don't worry about him… leave him to grieve… Talking to him will only increase the rage and hurt inside him and he'll become unstoppable and heartless if he does…

"Ok," Jacoline spoke quietly. "I-I can't-" Jacoline wept.

M'lady, please… do not grieve. All is not lost.

Jacoline wiped the tears from her eyes as she began to listen. "What do you mean?"

Litch turned to look at Paul Jr who was staring at the beauteous moon.

I can't go into much detail, as this is all part of Paul's fate. There is something which he must learn… for Marty's curse to cease…

Jacoline looked at Litch in mild shock.

"So? He isn't…."

Technically he is. His soul has been trapped.

Jacoline slowly nodded as she began to understand, but was still confused nonetheless.

"So… Marty's somehow trapped him?"

Yes. But please… do not mention any of this to young Paul. If you do, his fate will instantly change and you will lose him… forever.

Jacoline wiped the tears from her eyes as she also reciprocated with a small smile. "Understood."

I must be going now. There is another task which I must attend to. Jacoline nodded quietly.

She bent down hugging Litch. "Thank you," she spoke softly, stroking her heavenly food.

No… the pleasure is all mine… To know that such compassionate and loving people such as you and young Paul exist… makes me have faith in humanity… for a change. Farewell for now.

Jacoline waved and watched Litch run out of the door with grace and slowly shifting herself into a billion pieces of glistening white dust, disintegrating into the light of the moon.

A small gush of wind brushed past Paul Jr as he quietly sat on the smooth grass, admiring the radiant essence of the moon.

Goodbye Kaapstad… we'll cross paths again soon…

"Goodbye Litch," Paul Jr whispered.

He looked down at his arms, looking at the bite marks that had been left on him. The blue glow on his right arm and the dark red glow on his left lit up then dimmed out in synchronisation with his heartbeat.

He held up his arms as he looked at them, left from the right and vice versa.

What does this all mean? He thought

The glows of the mark dimmed out permanently. "I guess I'd better head back."

He glanced at the moon and the skies.

"Dad, wherever you are now… I won't let you down."

"Come here" Jacoline held her arms out open as Paul Jr buried his head in her arms, holding her tightly.

"It's gonna be alright Paul."

"I know… I got to do my best to protect you now. You're all I have left."

Jacoline smirked. "Are you calling me weak?" she joked as she wrapped his arm around him and started to walk into the house.

"I'm not gonna let Dad down." Paul Jr spoke defiantly, though there was the slight sound of tremble in his voice.

Jacoline touched Paul Jr's cheek, smoothing it over with her thumb. "I know you won't"

Paul Jr gave a small smile. "You'd better rest Mum. I'm gonna try and tidy up."

"Don't worry about it. We'll deal with all of this tomorrow. Let's get some sleep."

Paul Jr stopped immediately, remembering that his father's body lay in his bedroom.

"Is it alright… if I lay on the couch?"

Jacoline looked sympathetically at him, remembering what Licht had said. "Sure. Goodnight sweetheart."

"Goodnight Mum… Dad will never leave your side while you sleep…."

Jacoline paused and smiled back at her son, before she finally headed into her bedroom to sleep.

Paul Jr pulled out the couch so that it became a bed and laid on it, rubbing his necklace, thinking and staring up at the ceiling, mind as black as the midnight sky and the great outer space.

Do me proud.

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