WARNING- This Chapter contains some explicit swears and some graphic violence
Chapter 8: Remembering the Past
Tristan's POV
I finally met the young alpha, Scott McCall, and to me he doesn't seem like much of a threat but if the boss wants him and the rest his friends dead then that's how it will be. The kid looked at me strangely, like he recognized me or something. I was hoping to avoid this world after Afghanistan but now there's no way I can let this plan slide by. A couple years back I was deployed to Afghanistan, I was a Lance Corporal in the United States Marine Corps and my job was a combat engineer. For the most part my job was simple, did route clearance, rode around in MRAPs and looked for IEDs. Things were calm while I was over there until one night, the night of a full moon. I remembered that night as if it were yesterday.
We set up a small camp in a remote part of the desert, we were to far from any base nearby and Sergeant Major Johnson didn't want to risk any possible ambushes. We'd continue heading for the nearest base in the morning. About an hour ago I was put on post along with my buddy Smith. I was bored out of my fucking mind, it gets boring real quick when you walk around in circles for an hour.
"Damn I hate getting stuck on post! Not even here anything suspicious happens geez!" Smith complained.
"I know right, I've walked around the FOB like 60 times already!" I'm serious, no joke, 60 times.
"I gotta take a shit too", Smith whined. Sucks for him, he had an MRE too. Those cause the worst shits.
"Go ahead and go, if Jones comes up I'll stall him", I said letting Smith go which left me alone. And now I will be walking 61 times around the perimeter. Great. Forty minutes had passed and Smith still hadn't returned, and Jones hasn't come up to relieve us of watch. Our shift should've ended awhile ago. I decided to head back since last time I was on watch past my shift ending it was because Jones had forgotten I was still out there. Maybe he had forgotten again. Once I got back nobody was out, probably went to bed. I silently cursed at Smith for not coming to get me. Asshole. That's when I noticed the blood. Tons and tons of blood was scattered everywhere. What the fuck? What the hell happened!
"Hey! Is anyone here!?" I shouted out to nothing in particular. All of a sudden a pair of hands grabbed my shoulders and dragged me down to the sand. I was pulled away with one hand covered over my mouth, I tried to wrestle free but he had me. I was pulled into the main camp tent and saw that it was just Jones who grabbed me.
"Shut your mouth! Do you want it to find us?" Jones quietly yelled at me. I was swept with confusion.
"What are you talking about Jones? What happened?" I began to panic a little bit.
"I don't know, it came out of nowhere. It just started attacking us. Before I knew it all my men were taken out. God how am I gonna explain this?" Before I could respond I heard a blood-curdling scream from someone outside. Next thing I knew I was grabbing hold of my rifle and running towards to cry. Jones yelled after me to stop but I didn't listen. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw it. The scream came from Smith, and his body was violently ripped open, guts spilled out. It was an unbearable sight and the stench burned my eyes. I puked a little when I saw him. I heard him trying to mumble something but he couldn't get a word out. He was barely able to lift his hand, pointing at something behind me. I quickly turned around and saw it. The thing had glowing red eyes and sharp claws, it was hard to make out the rest of it, I could only see the outline of what looked like the shape of a man but with demon eyes. It stared at me, a growl escaping from its mouth and slowly advancing towards me. On instinct I fired at it. I shot it right in the head and it went down falling hard on its back. I turned back to look at Smith but it was too late. He died. I hadn't noticed that I was shaking real bad all over, my adrenaline must have worn out to be filled with pure terror. Never in my life I had seen anything like this. I walked over to check out the thing, make sure it was dead. When I got a closer look at it, it was almost human looking. It had hair all over its face that when I got a closer look, I had recognized looked like Garcia. He was a part of our platoon! Jesus what the fuck happened! What the hell is he? All these questions filled my head and I suddenly got hit with a wave a nausea and passed out cold.
That's as much as I remember from that dreadful night. Jones had woken me up and we headed for the nearest base where shortly after I was flown home. After my time of service was up I spent a lot of my time researching any possibilities of what Garcia was. All were supposedly myths but I believed now. I believe that he was a werewolf. During my time of research I've met some interesting people with lots of different views on all of this. That's how I came across my current boss. He is particularly fond of this Scott McCall though I don't see why. I'll have to see if my partner Argent knows anything about the young alpha. It won't be hard to take down the kid and his friends, ever since the Kibótos was delivered to the Animal Clinic nothing will be the same for them. It's slowly taking affect on all of them, not just them, but all supernatural creatures in Beacon Hills. They don't know it yet but slowly, their supernatural powers are draining from them. And it's already taken affect.
Interesting chapter right!? I hope so! We've finally learned who Ramirez is! What do you guys think of all this? And what about everything that's happened in season 5! The Dread Doctors seem like very interesting characters, I think is will be the best season yet. I'm not sure if I'll make this story any similar to the actual season, I don't think I will. I'm sorry for not posting in forever, I just haven't been feeling motivated, but I'll try not to do that again. So sorry! Anyways have a nice day! Feel free to leave comments.