Chapter twenty-seven

...Far east of Texas...

A loner middle-age Cherokee Indian, sat underneath a shady oak tree—near the calm Tennessee river. Quietly meditated as he listened to the sounds around him, learning to become the tribe's newest and expected shaman as it is his time to take his place, now the shaman before him had suddenly passed.

Trying his best to carry the tradition on as it has always been, passed down from father to son—shaman to shaman, he was in training of learning the old traditional ways when the older, wiser shaman had mysteriously passed in the night. Feeling his heart breaking as it deepens—so deep it seem to beyond repair or mending. Opening his eyes, then gazed across the river as tears welled up and streamed down his cheeks, leaving warm wet lines—whispery said. "Oh father—why did you leave so sudden? The tribe needs you—I need you, more than ever."

"Remember what you have learned—always remember, we are connected—as one."

"Father?" Waya whispery called

The soft wind blew across Waya's cheek, gently brushing upon his skin as if a hand was softly brushed then disappeared. Waya reached up, cupped his cheek and astoundingly remarked by the spiritual touch then as he closed his eyes once more—a dark vision came like a wave, showing terrifying events of innocents been slaughtered by a creature that is new to it's physical development and also foresaw another that carried the wolf genes.

As the vision was about to end, a familiar face appeared—warmly smiled and mouthed two words, a name—so to speak. "Brenna Madrona." Then the spiritual visitor faded, allowing the receiver to gain conscious once again. Waya opened his eyes and gaspily breathed, just above whisper.

"Ahyoka—Oh, my dear sweet Ahyoka."

Closed his eyes again, another two tears ran down his cheeks then opened them—averted his sight to the sky above him, looking to the sun—shining through the trees upon him. The soft wind blew passed him again as a soft voice, carried with a message. "Brenna Madrona needs you—go to her. Show her the way of good and, peace."

Waya knew to never ignore a message given by the spirits. Without further thought, abruptly stood up and returned back to the village—to prepare for a journey, that must be journeyed before continuing with his task of shamanism as this door must be closed for closure, so another may open.

Standing close by the tree, two ghostly shades watched Waya travel back in the direction of his village—the ghostly shaman turned to his right, facing the ghostly young Canadian girl standing beside him—softly said. "It is time."

"I know—I am ready, father." Alona replied.

Coowescoowe warmly smiled, nodded and politely held his hand out and waited for Alona accept his hand—she returned the smile, accepted his hand and both walked together into the afterlife where they waited to be reunited with their loved ones as they watched over them from the heavens.


...Back in New York City—West 100th street...

Three blocks spaced between the two terrapins, old rat and the were-terrapin hybrid—while been tracked in pursuit by his family, unknowing of what he has done or eaten. Unable to stop himself as he continues to hunt for more live, fresh victims to satisfy his fill—leaping across rooftops then hiding in the dark shadows of dead-end alleyways.

Heavily breathed, lowly growled—sniffing the cold night air, hunting for more victims to feast upon when his senses detected something, quite—intoxicating. Following the smell, then stopped in the shadowy end of the alleyway where a group of young men stood about across the street near another alleyway, smoking and drinking.

The were-terrapin exhaled hard, ran his forth tongue along his lips while excess amounts of salvia drooled over his lower jaw and down to the concrete pavement, between his overly large sized deathly clawed paws—forming a large puddle.

The street was slightly busy but fastly slowly down and becoming quiet—quite quickly when a young woman walked by, tightly grasped her handbag strap as she decided to take a short-cut down the alleyway—where the gang of young men stood close by. Watching the woman disappeared round the dark alleyway and quickly glance one another with devious smirks on their faces then followed after her.

So did the were-terrapin hybrid—followed the group of youths inside, running across the road as a coming vehicle, drove towards him. "Oh shit!" the driver cursed, slamming his foot upon the brakes as he tried to avoid the strange animal, running across in front of him.

Slightly skidded along the wet road and almost rammed into the blue mail box stand—then abruptly looked around, confusedly wondered to himself as he scratched his head. "What the hell was that?"

"I don't know—but I don't want to stay around to find out, bro. Let's get out of here." another said, also baffled but wary. "Yeh, let's get out here while we have the chance." The driver answered, speeding away.


...Meanwhile back in the carpark...

The carpark was surrounded with police and paramedic vehicles about, with police and paramedic officers confusedly baffled. "What the hell is going on, here?" Detective Rowans stated, confusedly baffled. "I'm not sure—but this is getting to become out of hand." Detective Hartman replied, holding both hands upon his waist as he turned and slowly walked away. "What do you mean, Hartman?" Detective Rowans said, raising his wary brow. "I mean, this is no normal serial killer that we are dealing with—this is the work of a serial psychopath. One we've never seen or come across before." Hartman answered, hoping his hunch is right with the criminal assumption.

"Detective Hartman! Detective Hartman!" Officer Johnson called, running to the FBI agents and then quickly handed the cell phone. "The medical advisor is on the phone and he demanded to speak with you, sir."

Detective Hartman took the phone, placed it against his ear and said. "Detective Bradley Hartman speaking."

Both Officer Johnson and Detective Rowans stood, waiting as they noticed Detective Hartman's facial expression changed from calm, steady minded to frightening, warily confusion. "Alright, thanks for the update." Detective Hartman said, hanging the phone and handed it to the police officer standing before him. "Hartman—what is it?" Detective Rowans lowly warily asked.

"That was lab results—Jake said the DNA found in the bodies were female but—" Hartman said, then cut off as he was still sceptically confused. "But—What did Jake say?" Rowans abruptly walked around his partner and stood before him, waiting for an answer. "Wolf." Hartman answered, finally.

"Wolf? You can't be serious! We are not hunting folklore or superstition monsters—are we?" Rowans said, sceptically. "One way to find out—Listen up, I want a patrol car on each street, alleyway and abandoned industrial as well warehousing area in the city. Must find this thing before it kills again and when you do find it—shoot it on sight, do I make myself understood." Hartman orderly instructed.

The entire force on scene nodded and took their positions in each sector of the city. While one group remained behind and investigated the current crime scene and removed any evidence to track and bring the killer to justice—while trying to keep the latest update information from the press as this may cause panick to other city residents.

Meanwhile up above—hiding in the shadows of the rooftops near the crime scene, both the purple and blue clad terrapins with their sensei listened to the information gathered by the authorities and immediately knew that this is going to be one tough search. "What are we going to do now, sensei?" Don wondered, warily. "The plan has not changed—but may just became alittle complicated. Search, capture and then figure what do afterwards. Hurry, do not have time now the police are on the search." The old rat replied, leading the way—disappearing into the shadows.


...in the dark—Shadowy alleyway (West 100th street)...

Evil chuckling escaped the young youths lips, evilly grinned with eager erotic desire. The woman continued walking—but faster before she realised to be trapped then quickly thought to go back the way she came through, only to be further trapped in the dead-end alley. "Hee—hee, where are you going to go, sweet thang." The youth gang leader, evilly smug.

"Get back! I know how to use this—don't make me use this." she warned, holding the pepper spray—in mid-air facial position. "Oooh—we have a firey one here, boys." Another said, evilly chuckled. "What are we going to do with her, then?" a third spoke out loud, curiously wondered.

"Maybe we should show her, how to use it—what do you think boys?" the leader stated, evilly smug. "Yeh, maybe something else—she does look, tasty." The fourth youth said, erotically purred as he circled her.

The wary, frightened woman sprayed the pepper into the first youth that tried to grab her as she hit two more on her right then finally on her left and tried to make a break for her life as she was tackled to the ground then forcibly held down while the youth she sprayed the pepper into his eyes, stood over her—wiping the spray away from his sight as he tried to see and kicked into her side, hard—winding her. "Thought to run, did you bitch?" He angrily said, reading himself to forcibly lay with her as she tried shouting out. "No—Stop, let me go creeps!"

"Hold her down, boys." He ordered, while his friends evilly grinned and chuckled as they waited their turned.

Then as he hovered over the woman, began tearing her blouse when a clang met the concrete pavement followed with a low growling sound then a large shadowy figure—too hard to be properly identified. He quickly stood up, zipped up his pants then forced the woman to stand and pushed her to the wall nearby—and pulled out his nine inch army swift knife. While his comrades pulled out steel pipes and handguns.

Low roar sounded out loud, putting fear into the youths. "Ah—T-bone, what is that?" nitro frighteningly stammered, shakily. "I don't know—shoot to kill, alright boys." He answered.

Waiting to bash, stab and shoot the interrupter as a large green/black furry and scaled clawed paw stepped around the corner, revealing itself as the head and body followed.

The four youths, shakily trembled as they saw the beast slowly appeared from the corner. Pushing he woman aside, towards the cold brick wall as they accompanied their comrade against the strange beast despite two were so scared, they were shaking in fear and tried to run while the others—tried stabbing and shooting the beast as they were lunged upon then bitten and clawed to a messy and bloody slaughter while the frightened woman, watched from the shadows as where she was pushed into—trying to keep herself from screaming out. Fastly and tightly clamped her mouth with both hands, lowly whimpered and frighteningly cried.

The youths shouted and cried in agonizing pain as they were—torn or bitten into pieces and left to die. The were-terrapin ran after, the other that ran away—and trapped themselves in the dead-end where the table had turned upon them.

Searching for a way out—throwing the bins about and tried to shake the security barred windows or doors open but they wouldn't budge as they thought to run back the way they came and then suddenly faced the beast—standing, baring their only escape. "What are we going to do?" Seamus frighteningly cried, walking backwards—wetting his trousers.

"Throw your pipe or sumthing." Tiny-tim replied, throwing a bin lid at the beast.

Missing the target then ran instead, when his friend turned and said over his shoulder. "I'm outta here."

Slowly stalking his prey as both young men, tried to run away and claw their way up the wall—only to push their nails backward and bleed their fingers, screaming with fear. While they were finally approached by the were-terrapin hybrid, heavily breathing down their necks with hot, wet bloody breathe.

Turned around, faced the creature and gulped with fear then quickly breathed fresh air to fill their lungs—finally screamed as one by one, slaughtered then devoured. The woman listened to the bloody curdling screams as she crawled out from the shadows and tried not to stumble upon the freshly mutilated bodies, laying on the concrete alley pathway.

Unknowing that she was approached by the monster, faster than thought—feeling the bloody breathe upon her neck then slowly turned around, faced it with terrified, scarce glance.

Tearfully sniffled as she tried her very best not to scream—as the beast leaned in and sniffed, taking in her scent then ran his forth hybrid tongue over her face and down the top opening of her torn blouse. Trying to keep her screams at bay, then tightly closed her eyes and lowly whimpered as tears ran down her cheeks then something happened.

The were-terrapin hybrid decided to leave the woman alone, turned around and took one of the other bodies then disappeared. She opened her eyes and whimperingly breathed—looked around.

Realised to be safe, finally but not completely—turned around, slowly walked out of the alleyway and came across two unsuspected by-passers that had just knocked off from their shift.

"Don't you think, you should just kick Stephen to the curb by now? Since you have said that he is not what you were expecting him to be after all what he has put you through." Aisha suggested, kindly. "Yeh, but then he is great lover in bed—if you know what I mean." Jamie replied, purring. "Oh c'mon, there are better guys out there. You just ha—" Aisha begun then stopped as she looked over her friends shoulder. "Just have what?" Jamie stated, confusedly blinked.

"Oh my gosh—are you ok?" Aisha abruptly brushed past her friend in a time of need to a complete stranger. "What are you blabbing about, Aisha? You ain't getting all sentimental over another stray kitten, are you? Oh my god—let me call an ambulance." Jamie abruptly said, with an quicken concerned glance.

"Don't go—don't go down there." The woman whispery said, scarce. "What is she saying?" Jamie asked, waiting for the operator to answer. '911—What is your emergency?'

"I need an ambulance on West End Avenue." Jamie requested.

'Is someone hurt?' operator asked. "I don't know, this woman is in shock and covered in some wet substance." Jamie explained. Aisha raised her hand and turned around then saw the substance—shakily stared the blood as she quickly checked the woman over for any opened wound then realised, quickly—it wasn't her blood. It was someone else's.

'Keep calm, paramedics are on the way.' Operator told Jamie.

Hanging the phone and said to her friend. "Paramedics are the way. Is she ok?"

"I don't know but she is covered in alot of blood." Aisha answered, trying to comfort the distraught woman. "Is it hers?" Jamie asked, wary with worry. "I don't think so." Aisha replied, softly.


...back in West 100th street...

'P-13, do you read.'

"Yeh Joanie—I read ya, what's up?" Lieutenant Tyler answered into the speaker receiver. 'We have two distraught females along on the West End Avenue, reported that they have discovered another in suspect of a murdered.'

"That is not far from here." Lieutenant Kent stated, whispery. "We're on our way." Lieutenant Tyler replied, quickly placing the receiver down then turned the siren on and drove, speedily to the scene.

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...to be continued in chapter twenty-eight...

Ahyoka is the pet-name, Waya gave Alona when they were together—but for only a short time as Alona came from a strict Christian family and they moved away to live in New York before she discovered to be pregnant with their daughter, Brenna. But the problem is, Alona didn't get to name her daughter when she left her in a basket near a caravan park, unknowing that the foster family were gypsies and took her in also raised Brenna as their own. Then all the uncertainties came along when she reached her adolescent years but Brenna was very lucky to have a family to figure what to do in time of need to help Brenna control her transformation and urges for blood and flesh. So anyway, hope you are still hanging on and bearing with me as this getting longer than expected to be written. There is no sequel to this fiction, sorry.

Cherokee/English translations—names.

Waya – wolf

Ahyoka – she brought happiness

Usti – little

Sequoyah – sparrow

Coowescoowe – egret

Read and reviews, until next time—tootles