Laura's Revenge
Part 5:
"Bad Moon Rising"
After an abruptly stopped platonic date night due to a full moon, John had felt bad for rushing Sharon out, even though, he saved her life. All the while, Nick never responded to Olivia's texts, only for him to end up murdered and Olivia now in a coma. While at the hospital, John revealed everything to Elaina, who, surprisingly, took it all well, considering. However, he didn't reveal to her that he is a werewolf due to fears of her not believing him. Who would believe such a thing? Anyways, John revealed it to Sharon, before, going off on his revenge spree and already beating up and killing people. He was now in pursuit of a guy he spotted running away. Will he catch up to him and interrogate him in time, before, the full moon or will it be too late? Find out!
As the guy got seemingly farther and farther away from John, he felt safe, but, he was quickly subdued by a hit on the head. The assailant put the unconscious man into the back seat of the car and drove off somewhere.
Moments later
The guy woke up in a garage-like location, tied to a chair and gagged. The assailant turned out to be John, who was slowly dragging a chair closer to the suspect. The suspect looked like a young teenage boy and a sporto at that. To John, he looked too innocent and too much like a "pretty boy" to be possibly involved with Lyman, but, he knew he had to question the boy, one way or another. In other words, with or without, most likely with, pain, torture, and torment.
"Who the hell are you? Why am I here?" the young guy asked, while looking around.
"Zip it!" John slapped him across the face, sat down on the chair, and looked him dead in the eye, "I'll be the one asking questions and you will answer them."
"Look, it's Lyman and Charlie you want. Not me." the young guy started to beg.
"I know that already, but, what I don't know, is how I will properly have a meeting and chat with them. Maybe you could help me." John shrugged as he stared the guy dead in the eyes.
"I'll do anything, mister! Anything for you! I'll be your servant! Anything! I hate them for what they did!" the guy was starting to act a bit submissive.
"But, you didn't stop them from slaughtering the Moran family, Eli Smirnov, and Nick Morrisey, the love of my daughter's life, and you didn't stop them from running over my daughter, who pushed me out of the way. She is in a coma now and lord only knows if she will or will not make it!" John pounded his fist.
"I wasn't there any of those times! I was thinking about what they did to my father and how I now want to switch sides." the young man recoiled in fear.
"You were thinking about your father?" John paused and then grabbed him by the arms, "I'm Olivia's father and she always thought about me! She always got me stuff and did stuff for her father! Now, if she comes out of her coma, THERE'S A POSSIBILITY THAT SHE MAY NEVER BE ABLE TO DO THAT EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER AGAIN! SHE MAY NEVER BE THE SAME PSYCHOLOGICALLY AGAIN! I HOPE TO GOD SHE WILL BE AND YOU BETTER HOPE TO GOD THAT SHE MAKES IT!"
"I never told them to do it. I was forced into crime and the underworld. I am a trafficking victim!" the guy tried to explain.
"A trafficking victim? Isn't that strange that just a few days ago, you were a tough guy when you mugged my other daughter Gloria and now, suddenly, today you are a trafficking victim. Well, let me tell you something, I don't believe you or your story of innocence or victimization. I don't. Now, give me the location of where Lyman and your fellow henchmen are! Also, give me your name, too!" John demanded.
"I'll take you to them. Also, the name is Lyle. Please God don't hurt me!" Lyle pleaded.
"If you try any funny business or try to have me killed or even try to kill me, yourself, there won't be a God to save you!" John said, before getting up and walking around Lyle in a very weird way, "You know something, Lyle?"
"What? Why are you walking around me like that?" Lyle was clearly creeped out, yet, seemingly aroused at the same time.
"I am just looking you over and it is such a pity." John placed his hand on Lyle's shoulder in a very seemingly creepy fashion.
"What is?" Lyle's voice sounded shaky.
"You're a very nice looking boy. A very young boy and you do seem much too nice a boy to be mixed up in this business." John got down on one knee and looked Lyle in the eye, all the while, stroking the young man's arm with his fingers.
Lyle was breathing very heavily, yet, for some reason, he wasn't feeling threatened by the older man, even though, he should be.
"It's a shame that you're named Lyle after that killer rich boy Lyle Menendez." John was doing a double take on the younger man.
"I was named after actor Lyle Waggoner." Lyle corrected him, before, looking into John's eyes and getting a flirtatious-like gaze in his eye.
"What the hell are you looking at me like that for?!" John was clearly weirded out by this.
"I just thought I should let you know that I don't like girls in a certain way." Lyle kept looking John over, "I like guys. Older guys like you."
"You're homo? Oh my God! I'm surprised Lyman hasn't had you killed for that." John raised his eyebrow.
"Not always. Sometimes I go through a phase of liking girls and guys." Lyle shook his head and continued looking John over, "You know, I have beaten people into submission."
"I'll beat you into submission if you don't give me information on where I can find Lyman and the rest of his goonies." John stood up and cracked his knuckles.
"Well, untie me first and I'll take you to him." Lyle snarked.
"No, you tell me where he is, then I will untie you." John shook his head.
"No really, it's better that I take you, because, he moves pretty fast." Lyle told him.
"Fine, but, no funny business or else!" John started to untie him, but, stopped when he saw the sun beginning to set.
Meanwhile in another area
There was a suspicious looking female walking around, with a knife in her belt. Suddenly, a towel dowsed with chloroform came over her face. After going unconscious, the person who knocked her out, dragged her to a nearby garage. The person filled a bucket full of water and dumped it on her.
The girl jolted awake and screamed.
"Good, now we can talk." a voice said.
"Who are you? Where am I?" the girl was seemingly frightened.
"You're tied to a chair in a garage with me." the voice told her.
"Why am I here?" the girl looked around the room.
"Because, we need to talk. By the way, the name is Freddie." Freddie pulled up a chair and sat directly in front of her, "What's yours?"
"Willow." Willow introduced herself.
"Like Willow Rosenberg, perhaps? Because, you look just like her." Freddie did a double take on Willow.
"Maybe." Willow nodded her head.
"Well, we need to have a little chat, Willow." Freddie wanted to get down to business.
"About what?" Willow tried to play dumb.
"Don't play dumb with me, Willow, you know all about me and why I am slowly interrogating you." Freddie gave her an annoyed look.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Willow insisted.
"Oh, you don't huh? Well, let me refresh the memory, shall I? You are armed with a knife in your belt and you were casing this area." Freddie started.
"So, freaking what? I just wanted to protect myself." Willow sassed.
"Yeah, because, you are trained and brain washed to do that. Let's see if this jogs your memory: There's a man named Vic Lyman who happens to be your boss and my father was Dr. Eli Smirnov. Ring any bells?" Freddie asked, in an angrily fashion.
"I see that you're a victim of one of his barbaric actions." Willow quipped.
"A victim of one of his barbaric actions? Trying to sound so fucking modest when clearly you aren't?! Gimme a break." Freddie mocked.
"Well, I am getting the impression that you are." Willow shrugged.
"Yeah, for your information, I am one of his many victims of the nefarious, barbaric, sadistic, torturous, and murderous plots and actions." Freddie looked her dead in the eye.
"Look, you can do whatever you please to him. I hate him for the things he has done." Willow said.
"You hate him huh? Don't you realize that it is a little weird now that you hate him for all he has and continues to do and yet, you have been one of his few women allies. Isn't that a little strange? Just a wee bit odd or are you not that smart enough?!" Freddie folded his arms.
"Look, I only did it out of fear. You see, he murdered my mother, who was his mistress, after she deceived him. I'm fearing he'll do the same to me if he discovers that I have deceived him. You don't just walk out on him." Willow tried to explain.
"He murdered your mother?! He MURDERED MY FATHER OUT OF COLD BLOOD, BECAUSE, I CONVINCED MY FATHER TO TURN AGAINST HIM AND DR. JAMES MORAN SAW HIM DUMP MY FATHER'S BODY AND NOW HE'S DEAD. YOUR BOSS HAS BEEN AFTER ME, ALONG WITH MANY OTHERS! DIDN'T YOU EVER REALIZE THAT?!" Freddie raised his voice.
"I wasn't there during those times. I was waiting in the lair for him." Willow put her hands up.
"You were waiting for him?! I used to wait for my father to come home from work, but, he is not at work anymore!" Freddie was red in the face.
"I never told him to kill your father or slaughter the Moran family or go after that John guy and his family. I never did!" Willow took a few deep breaths.
"You see, there's the problem for you. Sure, you weren't there and all, but, I don't believe you, your story of innocence, or anything that spews out of your mouth and I am pretty sure that if Gloria or John were here, they wouldn't either. I saw you, months ago, helping him kill a defector and plan out how he was going to go after John Bradley. What did the papers call Lyman's friend? Razor. What did the papers call the defector? Anders." Freddie cracked his knuckles, "My dearest, Willow, I have you all figured out, just like I have Lyman and your fellow petty thugs figured out. Sure, you may have figured me as a naive sucker, but, I am much better than that and I am pretty sure you have some sort of brains up there. So, maybe you could help me."
"Yes, anything. I'll do anything for you." Willow nodded her head.
Back to where John was
John had not yet untied Lyle and Lyle kept on asking what was keeping John. He kept on insisting he would do anything for John, anything John wanted. John was still ignoring him and staring at the sun that was still in the process of setting.
"Look, Mister, I'll seriously do whatever you want. I'll be your servant. Anything." Lyle said.
"I know, I know! You've been saying that for half an hour. You should know what I want from you." John looked at him.
"Look, I'll do anything. You know." Lyle flirtatiously looked at John, before staring at his lower area, "Anything."
"Hey, pervert! My eyes are up here." John snapped his fingers.
"Could you please untie me?" Lyle asked.
"Because, you said please, I will, but, remember no funny stuff." John finally untied him, "There, you're untied. You happy now?"
"Yes." Lyle stood up and gave John a kiss on the lips.
"The hell are you doing?!" John pushed him back.
"I told you that I kind of desire older men like yourself." Lyle winked at him.
"Listen, don't you dare do anything sexual to me. I untied you, because, you agreed to help me and do anything for me. Just, because, I said anything, doesn't mean anything sexual. You get me?!" John stood his ground and reminded Lyle of their agreement.
"Oh come on, I said I would do anything you desire. Anything." Lyle got on his hands and knees in a very suggestive way.
"Hey! Don't touch me there!" John slapped Lyle's hands away.
"Oh come on, I've always wanted to see what fellatio was like." Lyle was still on his hands and knees.
"You're not going to do it on me!" John took a step back.
"Oh come on, I haven't had this much fun in a long time. Lyman doesn't know about my desire for guys." Lyle walked toward John and made a move to unzip his pants.
"If you get that thing near me, I'll hack it off!" John pulled out his switchblade.
"What's with the fighting?! You know you want it." Lyle looked at him.
"No, thank you. I like women." John still wielded his switchblade.
"I'll turn you into a woman when I am done with you." Lyle said under his breath.
"Look, Lyle, we had a deal and I know that you're much too nice a boy to be trying to make a past at and possibly rape me. I know you're much too nice." John taunted.
"Who said anything about rape? That is vulgar and disgusting. What I want is desire and right now, I am aroused for you." Lyle got closer to John.
"Lyle, I'm warning you. If you try any funny business, we are going to have a serious problem. Personally, I have nothing against you." John sounded very menacing, while at the same time, being a little frightened.
"Oh, it is kind of cute that you're fighting very hard." Lyle grabbed a hold of John and lightly smacked the older man's behind about three times, "Very muscular back there!".
"I'm way out of my comfort zone." John shuddered and was clearly uncomfortable by the younger man's gestures and movements on him.
"You're really muscular back there. Now, for up here." Lyle moved his hand very slowly up John's leg and onto his private area.
John closed his eyes tightly, grimaced, and shivered after Lyle did that and while, Lyle continued to have his hand on and even squeeze John's private area. John clearly hated this, because, for one, he knew that the younger man was touching him in a place where nobody, except, John, himself, Elaina, and a Doctor, had any business touching. He tried his best to not lose his cool on Lyle, despite having the uncontrollable urge to. However, once Lyle turned around for a brief moment, John knocked him out cold and tied him back up to the chair. As soon as Lyle woke up, he was not at all happy that John put him back in the chair, stating that he and John had an agreement and declared that John was "reneging".
"Sure, we "had an agreement", but, you made moves that were far out of line!" John made quotation marks with his fingers and stared Lyle dead in the eyes, "Now, I am not sure that I can "trust" you, after that."
"Sorry I did that." Lyle shrugged.
"I am not sure if I believe you or not. I think you're only sorry, so, that I could spare you and you can get off the hook, but, really, I am not sure that I can trust you enough to spare you and let you off the hook. You're still one of Lyman's men and you sexually assaulted me." John was beginning to turn red in the face.
While in another area, near another garage-like location
A brunette girl was casing the area and about to cock her gun, when suddenly, she was knocked out cold and pulled into a dark garage. As soon as the lights flickered on, she woke up, tied and gagged. Her assailant was revealed to be Gloria, who was dragging a stool over to where she was sitting. The girl continued to look around, when Gloria sat down on the stool and ripped the tape from the girl's mouth.
"Who are you? Where am I? Why did you bring me here?" the girl frantically asked.
"I think we just need a "little chat" about things and locations." Gloria sat down on the stool and made quotation marks with her fingers, while staring the girl dead in the eyes.
"About what?" the girl shrugged.
"Don't get cute on me, sister! You know what!" Gloria barked.
"I don't know what there is to talk about." the girl seemingly played dumb.
"The fact that you're armed with a gun and you were casing this area out. Constantly on high alert." Gloria started.
"Well, I have to." the girl replied.
"Still not getting the hint and/or catching on?! Let's see if you can remember these names; James Moran, Lindy Moran, Luna Moran, Eli Smirnov, Nick Morrisey, and Olivia Bradley. Sound familiar to you?" Gloria waited for an answer.
"So?" the girl rolled her eyes.
"OK, how about the fact that Vic Lyman is your boss and he killed five of the six of those people. The sixth one is in the hospital having a hard time with her life at the moment. Any sirens going off in your head?" Gloria stared the girl down.
"So, what?! What are they to you?!" the girl asked.
"James Moran, Lindy Moran, and Luna Moran were my adoptive family! Eli Smirnov was Freddie's father! Nick Morrisey was Olivia's true love! Olivia is my half-sister! Your boss Lyman has killed very important people in our lives and is targeting many more!" Gloria crossed her arms, while continuing to stare the girl down, "Surely, that rings a bell!"
"I hate him for that! I hate that he stole family members away from you guys! Do whatever you want to him! He has it coming!" the girl told her.
"But, neither you nor any of your fellow petty criminals tried to or even stopped him!" Gloria pounded her fist.
"He has whatever you are going to do, coming! He deserves it. I hope he rots in hell!" the girl sounded like she was begging.
"Don't you find something strange?! If you don't, then I'll tell you what is so dad-gum strange! You never ever ever had a problem with what Lyman did until I found you, which is still bad for you. You never once backed down until now! Don't ya find it a little odd?! I sure as hell do!" Gloria sounded like a Texan for a brief moment, "What's the name?!".
"My name is Hayley. Look, I'm willing to help you get back at Lyman. He has whatever it is, coming to him. He deserves bad karma." Hayley quickly insisted.
"Sure as hell he does, but, you're no different." Gloria pointed out.
"I wasn't there during those times and I never told him to do it." Hayley swallowed hard, "I was waiting at the hotel."
"You were waiting for him?!" Gloria asked, before violently grabbing the girl by her red tank top and looking her dead in the eyes, with a terrifying look in her eye, "LUNA USED TO WAIT FOR HER MOTHER WITH ME, BUT, SHE IS NOT DOING THAT ANYMORE! YOU HELPED KILL NOT ONLY A RESPECTED DOCTOR AND A GREAT SISTER, BUT, AN INNOCENT BABY! AN INNOCENT BABY WHOM I LOVED LIKE MY VERY OWN DAUGHTER! I WAS ONCE TOLD THAT I WAS UNABLE TO CARRY CHILDREN, SO, I STARTED LOVING LUNA LIKE MY OWN LITTLE BABY. I LOVED HER LIKE SHE WAS MY OWN AND NOW ALL OF THAT IS GONE AND SNATCHED AWAY FROM ME!"
"Look, I'm sorry for the barbaric things he has done! I truly am!" Hayley was clearly trying to get on Gloria's good side.
"Sorry ain't going to bring them back from the dead, you know! Plus, I don't believe you're "truly" sorry for what happened! You're only sorry that you have been caught and are now dealing with me!" Gloria made quotation marks with her fingers, while trying to control her anger, "You're only "sorry", because, you want to save your own ass! You're only "sorry", because, you aren't sure of what I will do to you! You're only "sorry", because, you don't know what I am capable of! You're only "sorry", because, you have it in your sick and twisted mind that I will set you free if you make up an apology and just say sorry! You have it in your mind that I am going to drop what I am doing and just let it all be gone with the wind! You have it in your little demented mind that if you say you're so sorry, you offer your condolences, and give me phony sympathies that I'll forgive and forget! Well, let me tell you something, girlfriend, I won't! I dropped out of naive forgive and forget club a long long time ago! I'm not, repeat, not going to let you go on your way! You had your chance to run, but, now, you're in MY clutches! You're at MY mercy! You're MY prisoner and from now on, you'll do what I say, because, I've got you right where I want you and I'll do the same to your fellow petty thugs! Like I said, you had your chance to make like a bad check and bounce, but, now, your life is in my hands and I can choose whether to spare you and let you keep it or take it from you! I don't think twice about these things! In fact, I don't think at all, I just do! After all, actions speak louder than words!"
"Look, I'll do anything for you, anything at all!" Hayley told her.
"Yeah, I've been getting that a lot from you!" Gloria was clearly tired of hearing the same thing from Hayley.
"If you want to make me your bitch, by all means!" Hayley sounded a bit submissive.
"No, no, no, and in that order! I only allow that with men!" Gloria was repulsed by what Hayley had said.
Back in the garage where Freddie and Willow were
Freddie kept on grilling Willow for the whereabouts of Lyman and her fellow henchmen, but, Willow wouldn't let up. She told him that if she disclosed Lyman's whereabouts, he would kill her and ironically, Freddie held her at gunpoint and told her that he'd kill her if she didn't disclose anything and if she were to tell Lyman of his whereabouts and what he'll do. Not wanting to be killed, Willow kept on insisting that she would do "anything" Freddie wished. In other words, to her, his wishes were her commands.
"How do I know that you won't throw a knockout gas bomb, abduct me, and later kill me? How do I know that you won't tell Lyman of my whereabouts?! How do I know that I can even trust you?!" Freddie still had her at gunpoint.
"Just give me a chance, Freddie. Please, see it in your heart that I am not as heartless as Lyman is. I mean Lyman is a monster and deserves jail time. You don't. You're not a monster like he is." Willow was on her hands and knees, begging.
"I don't think I am getting through to you! Look, I dropped out of the sucker of the year club a long time ago. I'm not going to be suckered by anybody, including you, your friends, or even your boss! Now, why don't we cut the bullshit, huh?!" Freddie wasn't moved or convinced by Willow's pleas.
"Freddie, please, believe me!" Willow hugged his leg, "I've fallen in love with you. You're one of the prettier men I have begun to know!".
"Don't give me that! I'm immune to charms! Also, like I said, I won't be suckered into any trap! Now, kindly let go of my leg!" Freddie wasn't phased by what she said.
"Please, Freddie! Don't make me go back to Lyman! Please!" Willow continued holding onto his leg.
"You something, Willow? You have got a lot of nerve to tell me all of this and think I will fall for it. I don't think I am getting the message engraved into your head. Plus, I never said I was going to set you free." Freddie managed to shake her off his leg and pick her up by the shoulder of her shirt.
"What-What are you going to do to me?" Willow asked.
"I think you know." Freddie still held her at gunpoint.
"Put me over your lap and spank me?" Willow glumly said.
"That's for children!" Freddie gave her a weird and repulsed look.
"Well, then what are you going to do to me?" Willow wanted an answer.
"I am going to take you to my friend, John Bradley. Maybe he can put sense into your head." Freddie grabbed her by the arm.
"Who is he and why?! I've told you everything!" Willow gave him a look.
"No, you haven't, Willow! You haven't given me any locations!" Freddie cocked his gun.
"I'd rather take you and hide out of sight." Willow shrugged.
"You see, you're not getting my drift! Do you honestly think this is a game?!" Freddie asked, before taking her by the arm, "Let's go and don't even try to run off, because, I am way faster at running and catching than you are at just running!"
Meanwhile, back to the garage John was in
With the sun setting, John knew that his transformation would occur at any minute. He thought maybe if his transformation started to happen, it would scare Lyle into disclosing Lyman's possible locations. However, there was a knock at the door. Startled, he grabbed his gun and slowly approached the door, before opening it. Relieved that it was only Freddie holding a girl hostage, he let them in and shut the door.
"Freddie, you scared the hell out of me." John put his gun back into his pocket and went back over to where Lyle was sitting, "Who's the girl you have with you?"
"She is another one of Lyman's little friends." Freddie forcibly sat Willow in a chair next to Lyle.
"Weren't you interrogating her? Why did you bring her here and most importantly, what's her name?" John asked.
"She wouldn't budge on telling me any locations. Her name is Willow." Freddie stood beside John, "What's his?"
"His is Lyle. He got a little freaky with me!" John stared Lyle down.
"Oh c'mon, you enjoyed it as well as I did. I'd gladly do it, again." Lyle gave him a flirtatious glare.
"How freaky did he get?" Freddie asked.
"He touched me very inappropriately and made a move to expose himself to me." John whispered into Freddie's ear.
"So, you think sexual assault is funny?!" Freddie turned to Lyle and gave him a look.
"It wasn't sexual assault. It was purely pleasure. He, being the naughty thing he is, didn't let me finish." Lyle grinned at John.
"Like I said, you think it's funny to sexually assault and inappropriately touch someone? Because, I don't think it is funny!" Freddie continued to glare at him.
"He liked it and like I said, I'll do it again." Lyle snarked.
"Seriously?! You think sexually assaulting someone and killing people is funny?! You have one sick mind!" Freddie shook his head in absolute disgust.
"So, you're Willow?" John turned his attention to Willow.
"Yes and I am guessing you're John Bradley." Willow said, in a smart alack way.
"If I were you, little girl, I wouldn't give me any lip." John pulled up a chair and sat down directly in front of her, "So, you won't give Freddie any locations that might be helpful to us?!".
"I already gave Freddie what he wanted. Plus, I don't know where Lyman is." Willow looked away.
"No, you didn't. All you gave me were phony apologies and you even told me that you'd do ""anything"" for me." Freddie corrected her.
"Strange thing she said that to you, Freddie, because, Lyle, here, said the exact same thing!" John raised his eyebrow.
"Oh, really?" Freddie folded his arms.
"Look, what do you want from me?" Willow glared at the two men.
"Cooperation and locations." Freddie simply answered.
"I told you that I don't know where he is." Willow stubbornly replied.
"Yes, you do know where he is, Willow! You're just being very very uncooperative, which, in turn, is very very bad for you!" John glared at her.
"Look, for what he did to you guys, he deserves what he is going to get! I hate him for what he did!" Willow nodded her head.
"But, neither of you stopped him!" John pounded his fist, again.
"Yeah, we've both been hearing the "I hate him for what he did." for quite sometime now! It is as if you are a robot or a broken record!" Freddie rolled his eyes.
"Look, it's true, we're willing to do anything for you guys, as long as you guys let us live." Willow pleaded.
"Man, you sure are a beggar for a bad little girl." John scoffed, "Not so tough, aren't you, baby cakes?!"
"Look, handsome, we're willing to help you in any way, shape, or form and you know what? For an old guy, you are in good shape and very good looking." Willow started to or was attempting to flirt with John.
"Young lady, I wouldn't trying to flirt with someone who clearly doesn't reciprocate the affections and especially with someone, whose daughter is in the hospital, fighting for her life after being run over by a car just hours after her boyfriend was killed." John spurned her affections.
"Yeah, stick to the smaller skinnier guy, because, this big one is mine!" Lyle turned to Willow.
"That goes for you, too!" John turned to Lyle, before, returning his attention back to Willow, "Now, why don't we all stop playing games and get down to business?"
"Yeah, give us the location on where we can find your boss and your buddies." Freddie nodded in agreement.
"Or what?" Willow asked in a snide way.
"We have ways of making you talk." John cracked his knuckles, before, suddenly screaming in pain.
"You OK, John?" Freddie turned his attention to John.
John, who now felt moon beams hitting him, started to sweat profusely. He knew that his transformation was coming and there was no way he could stop it.
"Oh dear!" Willow looked terrified.
John's eyes changed to blank white, as if they rolled into the back of his head or something was taking over his soul and his teeth turned into fangs. Freddie, believing that John was having a seizure, ran out to get some sort of help, leaving Willow and Lyle at his mercy. As his flesh started bubbling, claws started coming out of his fingers, and bones started breaking, John put his head back and closed his eyes for a brief moment, before, letting out a growl and opening his eyes, revealing them to be Electric Green and having a predator-like carnivorous look. His feet started changing and the pain had become too unbearable for him to continue standing, so, he got down onto the ground. Saliva, foam, and blood started coming out of John's mouth and his body started to violently shake as his shoes were ripping off of his feet. Willow and Lyle were horrified at what they were seeing.
"That's disgusting!" Lyle gagged.
"I don't like where this could be heading!" Willow covered her eyes.
Suddenly, a young Vietnamese-American guy, possibly their fellow henchman, came into the garage.
"Run Dao Run!" Willow instructed.
"Why?" Jacob Dao looked confused.
"Because, he might kill you!" Willow pointed at John, who was still in the midst of his transformation.
"Him? He looks ill! We need to get him help!" Jacob insisted.
"He's not just anybody. He's one of Lyman's victims." Lyle interjected.
"In that case, we must kill him!" Jacob got his gun out and was trying to load bullets into it, despite being shaky.
Pretty soon, John's clothes started ripping and coarse hair started sprouting all over his body. He threw his head back and let out a howl, before, looking directly at the three and maniacally laughing. He even got a sinister looking grin on his face, fangs bared and a wolf-like nose replacing his human nose. Jacob grabbed a crucifix and held it up.
"It's like he is a shapeshifter!" Lyle was horrified, yet, fascinated at the same time.
Finally, John was fully transformed into his werewolf form. He balled up a fist and started to come toward the trio. Jacob kept holding up his crucifix, thinking it would keep him at bay.
"That only works on vampires!" John's voice sounded the same as Imhotep's mummy form's voice in "The Mummy" (1999).
Jacob then grabbed his Star of David charm and held it up, only to find out that it didn't work, either, so, he grabbed his Buddha charm and held it up.
"Enough with the charms!" Willow said.
Jacob grabbed a charm which bared the Pentagram and held it up. This proved to be another bust and not wanting to waste anymore time, he ran out of the garage, with John giving chase, leaving Lyle and Willow to their own devices. John chased Jacob into a forest-like area where, unbeknownst to John, were some of Lyman's other henchmen, waiting with guns as Jacob let them know, somehow, that John had become a werewolf and was chasing him. Meanwhile, Freddie returned back to the garage, only to discover that John split and left Lyle and Willow behind.
"Where did your little friend go?" Freddie looked around for Jacob.
"That big dude went after him." Willow replied.
Out in the forest area
Jacob was running as fast as he could in order to get away from John, who was right on his tail. As other guys, armed with guns, stood around, waiting, John fell through a pit that was covered by leaves.
"Ha, ha! We got him!" one guy exclaimed.
"Thank G-" Jacob was pulled into the pit immediately.
As he looked around there seemed to be no sight of John until he heard a growl and saw him running right toward him. John managed to grab Jacob by the throat and slash his chest and throat with his claws. He watched as the blood started coming out of Jacob's mouth.
"Jacob, are you alright? Do you n-" another guy was pulled into the pit.
This guy tried to crawl away from John, but, got his arm completely ripped off, his hand still holding his knife. This horrified the other guys enough to start shooting into the pit. The limbless guy kept trying to crawl away from John, but, luckily, for him, he was hit by the bullets of the firing guns. John jumped out of the pit and started attacking the other armed men, one by one. However, two managed to get away, going separate ways, obviously. John went after one of them. The guy kept on running as fast as his legs could possibly carry him until he tripped over his shoelace and fell into a puddle of mud. As he tried to get up, John got real close to him. The guy fired a shot, missing John and hitting a tree. Not wanting to get attacked, he pointed the gun to his head and went to pull the trigger, only for it to click and John to literally rip his head off with his claws. Afterward, John managed to pick up the scent of the other guy and ran off to find him.
All the while, Freddie, who followed footprints that led him into the woods, after putting Lyle and Willow up in a motel for the night, found a bunch of mutilated bodies. Instantly, he knew John was involved and his main goal was to find John, before, anyone else could. As Freddie continued following the muddy wolf footprints, the sole survivor kept on running until he felt that John was far away. He was walking slowly, gun fielded and jumping at every little noise. Then, he heard a growl and fired a shot, not knowing that John was directly behind him. Off in the distance, Freddie heard the guy's screams and then, a howl.
"God, almighty!" Freddie whispered to himself, before looking directly up at the full moon.
Moments later
As his transformation was starting to wear off, John, somehow, found his way out of the forest-like area and was starting to head back to his house, but, he suddenly passed out near a puddle of water. Not too far away, Freddie sat against a tree and managed to fall asleep.
The next day
As John woke up in a daze, Freddie ran right up to him and knelt down beside him. John couldn't remember what had happened until he saw blood all over himself and his clothes tattered. Horrified, he put his head in his hands and sighed.
"John, what happened?" Freddie asked.
"If I told you, you wouldn't believe it." John rubbed his head.
"John, I'm not a skeptic. Go ahead and tell me. I was really worried about you." Freddie put his arm around John.
"Freddie, have you ever heard of "The Wolf Man"?" John looked up at him.
"Is that the one with David Naughton?" Freddie was curious.
"No, that was "An American Werewolf In London". No, the old one with Lon Chaney Jr." John started.
"I vaguely remember it, but, what does Lon Chaney have to do with what happened to you last night?" Freddie was still a bit confused.
"Well, in the film, Bela Lugosi bites Lon Chaney Jr and turns him into a werewolf. Have you ever heard of the poem: 'Even a man who is pure at heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolf bane blooms and the moon is full and bright.'?" John recited the poem that was said in the 1943 film, "Frankenstein meets the Wolf Man".
"Now, that you mentioned it, I do remember that poem." Freddie looked up for a brief moment and then, back at John, "Please tell me it is not true about you, John."
"Is this proof enough?" John took off his tattered shirt, revealing the scars and the pentagram on the left side of his chest.
"Dear God." Freddie's got big, after seeing the pentagram and the scars, "You have the mark of the beast."
"Yupp." John nodded his head and sighed.
"With those scars, you are lucky enough to survive the attack. When did it happen?" Freddie traced one of the scars with his finger.
"A long time ago, before I went into the Vietnam War. My friend and I were in the woods and attacked by a wolf. Only it wasn't a real wolf. It was a man. A werewolf. I killed him. Later, the curse struck me for a while, then it went dormant, while I was in Vietnam. Afterward, it resurfaced, only to go dormant and now, resurface, again. It does that." John explained it all in a nutshell, "Like the other poem in "The Wolf Man" goes: 'Whoever is bitten by a werewolf and lives, becomes a werewolf himself.'."
"Wow. Incredible." Freddie was fascinated with it.
"Everybody uses the word 'Incredible' whenever they are around me." John chuckled.
"Well, it's true." Freddie replied.
"Wanna know what else is true? Whenever there is a full moon, it's definitely a Bad Moon Rising." John lightly punched his shoulder.
"Did you just say the title of "Bad Moon Rising" by Creedence Clearwater Revival?" Freddie asked.
"Yes, because, in my case, a full moon is a bad moon rising, because, of my transformation." John nodded his head, "Now, how the hell do we get out of this forest-like place?"
"I think we are actually near the exit." Freddie stood up and helped John up.
"God, I hope so, because, I want to get myself cleaned up and-Hey, what happened to our suspects? Also, have you heard from Gloria?" John started walking.
"No, I haven't heard from Gloria and I put Lyle and Willow up into a motel for the night. I texted Gloria and told her to keep an eye on the motel and make sure they don't leave." Freddie joined him.
"I hope they didn't try anything "funny" or get "smart"!" John kept on walking.
"You seem to say funny a lot." Freddie noticed that.
"Well, that Lyle kid got weird around me." John sighed.
"How weird did he get?" Freddie stopped in his tracks.
"He got all flirtatious around me and touched me in places he had no business touching." John shuddered at the mere mention of what Lyle did to him.
"He must be a fruit, if you know what I mean." Freddie also shuddered.
"He claims he is bisexual, but, I have my doubts, because, he said that he sexually desires men my age. God knows what he has done to men my age." John was clearly creeped out at the thought of what Lyle was capable of.
"I wonder if Lyman knows." Freddie shrugged.
"I think he might, because, Lyle also told me that it has been a while, since, one has given him pleasure and he said something about fellatio." John made a disgusted noise after mentioning fellatio.
"Fellatio is-" Freddie was interrupted.
"I know what fellatio is. Just like I know what anilingus and cunnilingus are." John shivered in an uncomfortable way after mentioning the three ways of oral sex.
"Why are we talking about oral sex?" Freddie was also a bit repulsed.
"That Lyle guy mentioned it to me yesterday." John sat down on a rock.
"You OK?" Freddie put his hand on John's shoulder.
"Yeah, just all of this walking and no shoes, really kills my feet." John rubbed his ankles.
Soon enough, John stood up and they both continued their way out of the forest. Afterward, they parted ways and made a pact to get in touch with Gloria, touch base with Sharon, get their suspects and grill them for round two. As soon as John got up to his front porch, he grabbed his key out of his pocket, and opened the door. He found the house to be empty and quiet, which was odd, considering that Elaina was in town and he had his therapy dog.
"Hello? Elaina? Vincent? Where is everyone?" John called out.
There was no answer and surprisingly, no sign of the dog. This worried John to the extreme. He started walking toward another door, when suddenly, someone came up behind him and hit him over the head with a glass jar, knocking him out.
Uh Oh! What's next? Find out!
To Be Continued...
