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Recording 6

Hey there.

Blight here.

It's been almost a week since my last recording. I honestly have no idea what the hell I'm still doing with these recordings, but a friend of mine told me it might be a good idea to keep what happened in a log.

Does it still classify as 'told' if he did it without speaking?

First thing to get out of the way...Beatrix is dead.

Blight's voice cracked a little

Goddammit, I guess no matter how many times I try, I still can't get past that part with a straight voice.

Whatever. Long story short, Blood Rend killed her.

Second off, I'm now a hunted man- er, wolf. I may or may not have lost my temper when I saw Beatrix die and...brutally murdered more than a dozen members of Blood Rend.

Third off, since Blood Rend, and by extension, the police, want me dead, a few humans, who hate them both, pretty much adopted me.

They seem to be led by a man named Brad. He's a clever one, Mallory said that he ran a successful scam before this. He cheated some very high-ranking figures in Blood Rend out of their cash, which probably pissed them off.

Mallory, the girl, seemed to be the muscle of the group, as opposed to Brad's brains. She is rather tall and athletic, and also claimed to be skilled in martial arts and swordsmanship. Brad said that she accidentally killed two members in Blood Rend in self-defense, using a practice sword, no less. The girl carries with her a katana, which I've learned is the Japanese equivalent of a sword.

Don't piss her off. Just don't.

The last member of the group goes by the name Mute. He is also, in a literal sense, mute. He communicates with his companions through sign language. Although I don't quite understand the language, spending a day with him taught me most of the basics. He is a hacker, and I was told that he had, at some point, exposed Blood Rend's true colors to the public before the mayor of the town, who is influenced by Blood Rend, managed to defuse the situation.

If Blood Rend kept a kill list, this man is definitely pretty high up it.

During my stay, I had told Mute about my ability and made him swear to not reveal it to anyone, not even the other two humans. Why did I inform him of it? Simple.

I wanted to get stronger.

Mute agreed to teach me how to hack into other devices. Before this, my ability was limited in its access to more advanced gadgets such as phones and computers. But after Mute taught me how normal humans hacked those items, I realized why my access to those particular devices was more restricted.

Human hackers hack things through an invisible connection between said devices called the Internet. Since only more advanced gadgets such as phones and computers can connect to it, humans had only ever needed to fend against hackers in those devices.

That's where I come in.

Mute hypothesized that I'm able to connect to all electronic gadgets as opposed to only devices connected to the Internet because I can create a link that's functionally similar to it. Let's say the Internet is a path that human hackers use to connect to other devices, I'm able to create a route of my own to other electronic gadgets.

Mute typed it all out on the computer for me to understand. There was no way he'd be able to communicate all this through sign language, something that I have only the slightest grasp on.

After Mute's teachings, I've been able to connect to more advanced devices easier. Granted, I still need more practice, but it's as good of a start as any.

So, yeah. Hanging out with Mute was great for the 12 hours that it lasted. We'd probably be BFFs before the eventual betrayal that happened.

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*What's that thing you're always carrying around?*

Blight flinched at the sudden question typed out by Mute. He had carried his tablet all this way using a tattered rucksack he found in the forest. The wolf wasn't sure if he should let the man know what was inside, but decided to take it out anyways. Perhaps the more experienced hacker can give him some insight into the gadget he had been carrying.

Mute fiddled with the object for a moment before turning his attention to the screen. Typing out words on his computer is the only way they could communicate during Mute's private hacking lessons with the wolf, and even that's limited by Blight's inadequate knowledge of words.

The wolf wondered what prompted Mute to agree to teach him hacking. Perhaps it's Blight's ability that piqued his interest, or maybe he just felt sorry for the wolf. Either way, Blight was grateful for his lessons, however little time they had.

*What do you use it for?*

"Not much," Blight shrugged. "I'm not really sure how to use that thing physically, and my ability can only access limited parts of it."

Not anymore, Blight supposed, he should probably experiment with that thing more.

"The only thing we figured out is the recording function," Blight's mouth curved upwards at the memory of the time when he and Beatrix fiddled with the device. "I kept a log in it when we were in Blood Rend's captive. So if it ever gets out, we might get rescued. I guess there's not much use in continuing it now, huh?"

Mute shook his head. *Keep updating it*

*If we ever fail, this might be the only thing left that keeps records of their crime*

The wolf stared at the man for a moment before nodding slowly. "We won't fail. But, you know, just in case."

Mute smiled, amused. *Just in case*

The man turned around as if looking for something before continuing typing.

*I think I have a better pack for you to put it in in the warehouse. It's behind the house.*

"Thanks!" Blight perked up before walking towards the back door. Carrying the device around in that tattered rucksack was getting troublesome.

The warehouse was separate from the main building. It was stocked with supplies such as food, water, clothing, and other essentials. Blight dug around for a bit before finding the pack Mute was talking about. It was black with small blue patterns all over it. The wolf put the tablet inside, pleased that it was a perfect fit.

As Blight left the warehouse, he heard some humans talking just outside the building, so he decided to peek over the fence to see who it is.

"I'm telling you, the wolf is in there," Brad said to a man dressed in a blue uniform next to him. "Trust me, I want my crimes erased more than you'd want him."

The man simply grunted. Behind him, the wolf could see about half a dozen men dressed similarly.

Blight didn't know much about cities. But from what he gathered, there aren't a lot of wolves there, neither is there a lot of people wearing blue uniforms.

"He matches all your descriptions, white fur with gray streaks, signs of injections, he outright admitted that he's the one that killed those people, and..." Brad paused, his eyes meeting the wolf's for a fraction of a second. "He's right over there!"

Blight cursed under his breath before running into the house.

It was an instinctive move, entering the building. After all, Mute and Mallory could very well be conspiring with Brad to capture him as well. But the more Blight thought about Mute, the more he was sure the man wouldn't betray him. It was an instinctual level of trust, one that had no business existing within Blight's thoughts. But he followed through anyway, barging into the door while fully expecting to be ambushed from the inside.

However, no ambush came, Mute and Mallory were simply staring at him with confused expressions.

"Brad is coming with the police," Blight said grimly. "They want me."

Disbelief colored Mallory's face, but Mute's was a mask of calm.

"Are you sure?" she asked. "Brad wouldn't lead anyone to our hideout that easily, especially cops."

"Not under normal circumstances," Blight shook his head. "Let's just say Blood Rend really doesn't want me running around freely."

Mallory looked like she was about to protest, but Mute stopped her with a sharp look. It was impressive, really. Blight never saw someone interrupt someone else without even using their voice.

Mute typed a few words into his computer before Blight heard a small ding coming from his tablet.

The man pointed two fingers out like their guns, which Blight learned was the sign language for fast, before hooking one into the other and moving forward with both. The wolf didn't quite understand, but the meaning was clear.

Run.

"Thank you, Mute," Blight said. "For everything."

The man nodded without a word, just like he always did.

With no more pleasantries left to say, the wolf took off.

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Brad is one giant son of a bitch.

Whatever, I need to move on from that place eventually, right? Besides, right before I left, Mute gave me some rather interesting coordinates.

Time to take a look at Blood Rend's main base.

*Recording End*

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Brad awoke to a splash on his face. The water was cold, and Brad could've sworn that he felt something solid, probably ice, hit him in the face.

His hands were tied behind his back, and his knees were bound as well. The rope was a bit too tight, not enough to stop his blood from flowing, but sufficient to make him feel uncomfortable.

When his vision cleared. Two familiar shapes towered before him.

"You were right, Mute," Mallory smirked. "Cold water really did do the trick."

The man, who was leaning against a wall, simply tilted his head in response. Mute was quiet, even by mute standards.

Memories suddenly rushed into Brad's brain. He had brought 7 policemen to the hideout to capture Blight, not even considering the thought that his former comrades would be attached enough to the wolf to stop him. Knowing Mallory and even Mute's combat prowess, Brad could be sure that there are now 7 unconscious men in blue uniforms lying around on the streets.

"Where are we?" Brad asked, trying to keep a polite tone so that Mallory would answer him.

"Not in our original hideout," Mallory sneered. "Thanks to you, we need to find a new place to stay."

"Listen, Mal," Brad took a pleading tone. "They forced me, okay? They only wanted the wolf, I had no choice if I wanted to live."

"Really?" Mallory tilted her head to the side before holding up her phone. "I guess the 5000 dollars is only an extra benefit, then."

"How..." Brad stared at the phone in disbelief before turning his gaze to Mute. "You! What happened to not invading your friends' privacy, huh?"

Mute simply shrugged.

"I told him to look into your phone and browsing history after the fight," Mallory said. "You stopped being a 'friend' when you brought them to our front door."

"They only wanted Blight, Mallory," Brad groaned. "You should've let me take him. What worth is he to us anyw-"

Without warning, Mallory slapped Brad in the face, he could've sworn that she snapped his neck just by that slap. She didn't, which means she limited her strength.

The woman gave him a look like 'I can't even speak to you right now' before leaving the room in disgust.

Mute walked in front of Brad. The hacker moved a palm in front of his face and clamped it shut, pointed out his 2 index fingers and hooked them into one another before switching positions rapidly, before putting the fingers on his right hand onto his forehead and bringing it back down to show his thumb and pinky.

Wolf. Friend. Why?

"We needed the money, man," Brad said. "Imagine how big our operations could be with that money?"

Mute simply shook his head. The man pointed up with his index finger with his left hand before violently stabbing it with his right. Under normal circumstances, that sign would've meant backstab, but the meaning was clear in this one.

Traitor.

You know, I just realized that all my villains just get killed/defeated in the span of 2 chapters after they're introduced. Exception being the big boss himself and Hugo, who only actually appeared in like 3 paragraphs. I really need to stop being so trigger-happy on my villain-killing gun.

Hope y'all like this chapter.