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Christian's boots pounded down the mansions halls. Some of the older lycans yelled at him to slow down, but he didn't care. He had just finished a very important mission for his father and was anxious to show him the trophies he had taken.
His boots squealed across the marble tiles as he skidded to a stop in front of his fathers quarters and he winced at the sound.
Pushing open the heavy oak door that led to his father's office, he jogged inside, clutching the precious books to his chest.
"Father! I have the books! Are you in here ?"
All the lights were off in the study, but Caleb had said this was where he would find his father.
"Father, are you here ?"
A snap of cloth alerted him to his fathers bedroom, which was just off the study.
The door was partially open and the handle felt extremely cold to his touch. The door swung open and the books fell from his grasp to the floor with a loud thud.
His father lay spread-eagled on the ground, a small pool of blood seeping into the carpet, underneath his body.
Christian ran to his fathers side, dropping to his knees beside his fathers body.
Hurriedly, he checked his fathers vitals. For a moment he thought he felt a thready pulse, but he realized it was his thumb resting against his fathers neck that gave the impression of a pulsation.
He stared numbly at his father for a few minutes before turning away.
No, I'm wrong, Christian thought, This isn't my father anymore. It's just the corpse that used to be him.
A faint pungent odor drew his attention back to the body and he pushed aside the long, leather trench coat that his father always wore to reveal several bullet holes riddling the older lycans chest.
A silvery liquid leaked from the wounds, mixing with the blood.
Christian gently closed his fathers eyes and then studied the liquid more closely.
He closed his own eyes and brought his face close to it, breathing in it's acrid, yet familiar scent.
Quickly he sat back on his heels with a gasp, as though even the scent burned him.
"Silver Nitrate ?!"
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Hee hee! Cliff hanger! Yah me! That's like three chapters I've come up with that end in cliff hangers.
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