Chapter 4

Before the twins could even realise what's going on, John had lobbed the grenade towards them.

Ethan and Aiden jumped to the opposite sides, curling up against the wall with their hands over their heads as the grenade exploded showering them with shrapnel, flakes of fire and a kind of liquid that in droplets burned them as it touched.

"Wolfsbane!" Ethan coughed as he struggled to cover himself behind an empty barrel. They could hear John's cold laughter as he slowly walked across to the door and closed it.

Aiden scarpered to catch Ethan's eye from the big box that he was hiding behind. Aiden's head was bleeding on the left side, from the explosion or from banging it too hard in the escape attempt, Ethan didn't know. Ethan saw that Aiden's right ankle also seemed injured but his brother has a kind of steely determination about him that made Ethan feel braver than he could afford to in this situation.

Aiden could see that Ethan's shirt had a tear at his ribs and shrapnel had embedded into the skin there. Except for that gash Ethan seemed unhurt. Of course, they both had Wolfsbane burns on their hands and faces from the splatter. He saw Ethan nod and he crept back towards the boxes slowly making his way towards the door. Ethan waited for half a minute and stood up, eyes glowing blue. John turned to him calmly, his back facing the door.

"What do you want John?" Ethan asked, his voice cold.

"Are you sure you don't know the answer to that?" John sneered, pulling back his overcoat slightly to let Ethan glimpse the array of weapons he carried with him. Ethan counted at least four more Wolfsbane grenades and two guns, which he presumed had silver, Wolfsbane-laced bullets in them.

Ethan gulped, forced himself to think and managed to get some words out.

"Revenge works both ways, John."

"Oh yeah? You want to have a go at me?" John barked. Ethan knew John was baiting him but he kept his mouth shut and stood his ground. He needed to give Aiden enough time to get behind him.

"What happened? You're best friend is not worth a fight?"

"She was worth more than you'll ever know."

"So were my sons; but I'll settle for your blood."

John took a step towards Ethan but Ethan's eyes focussed on something behind John. The hunter realised the trap and turned just in time to dodge Aiden's attacking claws. Ethan took this opportunity to jump out and land on the pile of old scrap metal. From his vantage point, he could see Aiden go down on his knees and try a sweeping kick at John's legs. John managed to dodge that but lost his balance. Aiden swiftly got up and went for John's neck but the hunter rolled out of his reach jumped back to his feet with the agility of a 20 year old. Ethan took his chance and leapt off, landing across the hunter's shoulder. They both went down. They wrestled for a while, Ethan had the advantage of strength but John had his plan well in place. He manoeuvred his hand towards Ethan's midriff and dug his fingers into the shrapnel wound. The Wolfsbane blisters had already weakened the twins and Ethan's let out a yell at this new assault, letting go of his enemy. Aiden tackled him but John hit him hard across the head with the butt of his gun that he had managed to pull out. Aiden fell to his knees, his vision going blurry.

John looked at the twins and laughed. The sound was so cold that Aiden could almost feel it in his spine. He scanned for his brother and found him still hunched up on the ground. He forced himself to look at John. He felt his defences and strength coming apart so he fell back upon his last line of defence. Rage.

"I'm going to give you 10 seconds to leave this place before I tear you limb from limb," Aiden said, his voice venomous.

The distillery echoed with the sound of John's crackling laughter.

"You can barely get up," he growled, mockingly.

Aiden smirked with a confidence that he wasn't really feeling.

"You forget; that's how your sons ended up. And we weren't even powerful then." The smile on John's face vanished only to be replaced by a more spine-chilling and manic grin.

Ethan was sitting up, attempting to crawl towards his brother, unnoticed by John.

"My sons ended up as proud hunters. And I am here to avenge them," the hunter said as he rounded up the twins, "look at you two! Pitiful! At least my son's got in a few hits to last a lifetime!"

John's eyes lingered on Ethan. The twins froze at the sudden reference. Aiden felt a lump rise in his throat, his muscle refused to move, breath caught in his chest. He glanced towards Ethan and saw his own self reflecting back at him.

In a fluid movement, John aimed his gun at Ethan's head, ready to execute him but Aiden couldn't move a muscle. A tear rolled down his cheek as did his twin's.

Suddenly a loud crash made John whip around. The door of the old haunt was lying on the ground. Over it stood two very angry werewolves, their eyes glowing.

Scott and Derek had arrived.

Ethan let out a ragged breath and looked at his still unmoving twin.

"You got company," Derek said, baring his fangs.

Without a word John raised his gun at him but before he could fire Scott had twisted his arm, holding it back, effectively dislocating it. Derek swung his claws but John swiftly bent down, dodged the sharp claws and spun around to free his hand from Scot and punched him in the ribs. Scott skid back few paces but remained standing. Derek threw a punch at John, which caught the hunter squarely at his jaw and Ethan took that moment to try a spin kick which landed John face forward on the ground. Ethan extended his claws and was about to plunge it into John's back when Scott caught his wrist.

"You won't kill him," Scott said, staring hard at Ethan. Ethan pulled away his hand angrily.

"I won't let him walk out of here," Ethan growled.

"You don't have to. I think the sheriff would like to know how he got those grenades on him," Derek said, slyly eyeing the hunter. Ethan's eyes traced Derek's line of vision and saw him looking at the man's belt, on which he had lined three grenades.

Three grenades... three. He had previously counted four.

Ethan broke into cold sweat and wildly looked around.

"He activated another grenade, it's somewhere here!" Ethan yelled wildly looking around the floor.

Scott and Derek jumped up, as did Aiden, now limping towards his twin in a hurry. Ethan spotted Aiden limp and instinctively looked towards his ankle and there he saw it, the live grenade, just a step from where Aiden was.

"AIDEN," Ethan yelled, launching himself towards his brother.

The grenade exploded, splashing Wolfsbane and flakes of fire in every direction. Ethan heard John's manic shrill laughter, felt one side of his body arch in pain, pure agony and then, nothing more.

Aiden's ears were ringing from the explosion. He forced his eyes open. He could hear Derek's angry yells and sounds of snorting. It sounded like in spite of the grenade, Derek had managed to capture John and was now dragging him away. Scott called for the twins in a worried voice. Aiden tried to call back but only a muffled sound came out. Something was weighing down on him, a dead weight. His heart skipped a beat.

Ethan. Ethan had jumped towards him, guarding Aiden's body with his own. Aiden realized his face was against Ethan's chest. He picked up a faint heartbeat and then carefully rolled his brother off him. Aiden felt terror rising within him as he tried to shake Ethan awake. But Ethan wasn't moving.

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