Chapter Two
When Jaqk awoke she was greeted by Bruce's hand with a glass of scotch in it. She smiled and took it "Though you could use it, considering how badly you slept last night." She laughed "And considering the fact that I slept in an arm chair and not a bed." She sat up and cracked her back, she leaned back and sighed. "What am I going to do Bruce?" He kneeled down beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"I don't know Jaqk, but what ever it is; make sure it is something you want. Not something you feel you have to." She smiled at him as he patted her shoulder.
She had been in Kenya for nearly three days now and she had reconnected with all the hunters she knew from her childhood. They had bombarded her with many questions about her travels. Where she went, what she did, what she saw and so on and so forth. She would smile and answer all their questions, one at a time.
She heard new stories about the events that had transpired while she had been gone. Like the embassy being burnt down, and how much trouble they had rebuilding it. It had rained a lot during the reconstruction, but they had managed to rebuild it. If no one knew better, they would think it was the same building. Jaqk sighed; she had missed all of this; being home in Africa, listening to the stories of old hunters; being with friends.
A figure dressed in dark cloths caught her attention. Her eyes became fixed on his every movement, something, didn't seem right about him. One of the hunters, Thomas noticed her "Alert" look as her eyes followed the man. He looked over his shoulder, now he was concerned "Jaqk?" Asked one of the Hunters, but she did not respond. She kept her focus on the man and only him.
A strange smell reached her nose she sniffed the air and as she did; she gripped the arm of the chair till her knuckles turned white. "Jaqk cad atá cearr?" (Jaqk what is wrong?) Asked the Irishman named Shamus in Gaelic so he would not draw attention to them. The grip she had on her glass became so strong she broke it, causing the shattered pieces to fall. "Oh dear, I'm sorry." Shamus took out his hankerchief and proceeded to tend to Jaqk wounded hand.
Suddenly Jaqk felt the cold metal of the barrel of a gun against the back of her neck. "So nice to see you again." Shamus saw Jaqk's eyes grow black and ferral, "Believe me it will be the last time." She said in an animalisic growl.
~With the League~
Dr. Jekyll, Nemo, Tom, Mina, and Skinner all found themselves staring at the small village. The last time they had been here was but a year ago when they buried their dear friend Allan. They made their way into the village, only to hear a loud and fierce growl.
~Back with Jaqk~
Jaqk threw the man out of the embassy and then followed. He tried to get away holding the gun at her, leting off a few rounds. But that didn't stop her, she let out a roar and morphed into a large black werewolf. (A/N: Think Hugh Jackman werewolf status).
She pounched upon the man who fired three more shots into her. This, only made her even more enraged. She picked up the man by his neck and roared at him, showing off her long sharp teeth.
"JAQK STOP!"
The werewolf, Jaqk, looked back at the old hunters who had came out of the Embassy with their guns. She stood and walked over to them, then dropped the man at their feet. "Oh my god." Jaqk's ears twitched and turned in the direction of the voice. When she did, her eyes went wide, there before her stood the a group of people. One of them, was an Indian. The League watched as the werewolf slowly changed back into the woman she was before.
Once she did, the bullet wounds began to bleed perfusley and she immediately felt a wave of unconcioucness come over her. She fell into the arms of one of the old hunters. Dr. Jekyll ran forward to assist, followed by the rest of the league.