VENGEANCE

LOCATION: CENTRAL CITY WOODS

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The time was 21:00 hours. The moon was high up in the sky, bestowing it's heavenly light upon Central City. Inside central city woods, mysterious activities ravaged. The werewolves were on a hunt for blood, their prey being a middle aged man, his wife and their little child of about ten years of age.

Running frantically, the frightened couple and their child sought to evade their pursuers. With panting breaths, they galloped speedily along the bushy path, not minding the tiredness that was upon them.

Some meters from behind them, murderous snarls could he heard. The werewolves were gaining on them.

"Keep running!" The Man urged his wife who draped the young kid firmly to her back. Without relying, the woman increased her pace, sobbing relentlessly.

Alas, the howling of the werewolves soon overwhelmed them. The couple could not escape the murderous pack. Just as the couple made to run across an opening in the woods, about three of the werewolves appeared almost out of nowhere and blocked their path.

Shrieking horribly in fear, the woman grabbed hold of her husband's arm. Her husband in turn stood shaking, facing the human wolves before him. Soon enough, two more werewolves appeared from behind them.

"No human can escape us!" One of the werewolves snarled at the couple.

The werewolves were humanoid in nature, they had pointed ears and golden glowing eyes. The sides of faces were lined with lots of hair. As they snarled and howled, their fangs were revealed. In place of fingers, they had long sharp claws which could rip anything apart.

"Leave us alone you beasts from hell!" The man yelled, then acting on impulse, he rushed at the closest werewolf and launched his clenched fist at him.

The muscular werewolf caught the incoming fist with ease.

"Puny human." The werewolf remarked. And then, he twisted the man's fist, shattering the wrist.

"Arghhhhh!!!" The man shrieked as he felt the bones in his hand shifting out of position. Without demurring, the werewolf pulled the man towards himself and sunk his fangs unto the man's neck.

"No...!" The man's wife shrieked on beholding the horrible sight.

Without wasting time, the other werewolves charged at the woman and her child, simultaneously sinking their fangs into them and draining every single blood from their bodies.

Once they had sucked to their fill, they made horrible shrieks and howled into the sky. And then, at superhuman speed, they dashed out of sight.

Moments rolled by and the bodies lying on the forest ground remained motionless. After a few more moments, a mysterious smoke began to erupt from out of nothingness. What made this smoke mysterious was its dark form. The smoke hovered upon the bodies on the ground for a brief moment. After a few seconds, the hovering smoke vanished, alongside the body of the little child lying on the ground, leaving the the dead couple.

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(LOCATION: UNKNOWN LAIR OF THE WITCHES THREE)

Inside a cave lies the lair of the mysterious witches three. The three witches belonged to an ancient occult and possessed dark magical powers. Their physical appearances were shielded from view by the black hooded cloaks they wore.

Their lair was everything dark. From the cave walls which has Mysterious drawings, to the hundreds of human skulls scattered on the floor of the lair. On both sides of the cave, there were lit fire torches which ran from the entrance to the opened space in the lair.

At the very centre of the lair, and untop of a raised stone surface, a body lay. Revealingly, the body was that of the little boy attacked by werewolves. His entire body was covered in blood. His own blood which had splattered on his body as the werewolves feasted on him. Standing before the stone were the witches three.

"HE BREATHES." One of the witches said.

"HIS SOUL SEEKS VENGEANCE." Another of the witches said in a rumbling voice.

"LONG HAVE WE SOUGHT THE EXTINCTION OF THE LYCANTHROPES." The third witch roared. "TODAY, IT BEGINS!"

Abruptly, the three witches shot their wrinkled palms forward towards the boy. In unison, they muttered enchantments. As they continued, their voices began to sound monstrous, as if all three witches now spoke with one voice. With their voices at the highest, dark energy beams shot out of their palms into the body of the boy.

After few more seconds, the witches stopped their enchantment. Once their voices had stopped, the little boy's eyes fluttered open.

"RISE....." One of the witches commanded.

In obedience, the boy rose.

"WITH THE POWERS OF THE BLOOD GOD, YOU SHALL VANQUISH THE LYCANTHROPES." The second witch said.

"WITH YOUR VENGEFUL SOUL SHALL YOU WRECK HAVOC UPON THE LYCANTHROPES, SPARE NO ONE!" The third witch bellowed.

Slowly, the young boy pulled himself up and made his stand on the stone he was previously lying.

"They shall feel what I felt tonight." The boy said, his voice becoming murderous and the colour of his eyes becoming red. "The werewolves shall pay with their lives!"

The moment the words flew from his mouth, lighting flashed across the sky, and accompanying was the sound of thunder.

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(THAT SAME NIGHT)

LOCATION: AN ABANDONED WAREHOUSE

Inside the abandoned warehouse homed about ten werewolves. About nine of them were busy offloading some boxes from a truck parked inside the warehouse. One of them who appeared to be the leader stood some meters from them watching. The only source of light in the room was a lone white bulb shining from the upper part of the large warehouse.

"C'mon fellas." The leader of the group urged the others. "We gotta get these to the grand Alpha before morning." The others only snorted meaningless replies and continued their loading.

Few moments later, a loud bang from the entrance of the warehouse interrupted the werewolves. Swiftly, their eyes turned towards the source of the noise.

"Keep working. I'll check it out." The leader of the group said, walking towards where the sound had come from. The others continued what they had been doing.

Getting closer to entrance, the leader of the group suddenly came face to face with Andrew (the young lad who had been saved by the witches three).

"What the----" The Leader had not finished his sentence when Andrew rushed at him. The moment he did so, the light in the warehouse went off. What accompanied the sudden darkness was a loud bang, sound of bones breaking and a shriek.

Few seconds later the light came back on. This time, the working werewolves had stopped working and took up belligerent stances, their mouths erupting deadly snarls. What met their gazes was a horrible sight; on the floor before them was the headless body of their leader and few metres away was young Andrew firmly clutching the dismembered head on his hand, his face wearing a monstrous look.

With the disgust written all over his young face, Andrew tossed the decapitated head unto the ground. Feeling infuriated by this, the werewolves let out angry howls and charged at Andrew. At a more superior speed, Andrew charged back.

Getting to the closest werewolf, Andrew rolled his tiny fingers into a fist and launched it straight at the werewolf's heart. His fist busted through the man's chest, and when he pulled it out, the heart of the werewolf came out with it. The werewolf fell unto the ground, instantly dead.

Without wasting time, Andrew tossed the heart unto the ground, then rushed at another werewolf. The werewolf launched his fist at him, but Andrew whose speed and agility was superior to that of the werewolf was able to dodge the blow effortlessly. Erecting fully, Andrew grabbed the Hand of the werewolf and in a horrible manner, he ripped it off. Loud shrieks of pains bursted out of the werewolf's mouth. Not feeling satisfied, Andrew grabbed other hand and in the same manner as the first, ripped it out. Then, he finalized by slapping the werewolf off with his dismembered arms, knocking him away.

Andrew, drenched in blood turned at the other werewolves. This time, real fear had fallen on them. And so, they turned their backs and made to flee.

"Not happening." Andrew said and then he charged at the werewolves at a speed so great he literally bursted through the bodies of the first three werewolves he came in contact with. He held two of the werewolves and jammed their heads together, bashing them in a horrible manner. Then he grabbed another of the werewolves by the leg and then with just one hand, he whipped him on the floor and watched as a palpable amount of blood rushed out of the werewolf's bashed body. Then, Andrew tossed the body of the werewolf away.

In a swift, Andrew moved his upper body a bit to the side just in time to dodge an incoming fist from behind. Spinning swiftly, Andrew turned and caught the fist thrown at him. It was the last werewolf.

In a horrific manner, Andrew began to twist the arm of the Werewolf and watched as the werewolf shrieked in pains.

"You shall tell your Masters the end of your kind is here." Andrew said, and then, he released the hand of the werewolf. Not feeling satisfied, Andrew launched out his foot and struck it upon the belly of the werewolf, launching him straight at the truck in the building. The werewolf's body jammed on the truck, making a dent on its surface before collapsing unto the floor.

After one last glance at the bodies on the floor, Andrew made a great leap and bursted out of the warehouse.

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LOCATION: CENTRAL CITY WOODS

The rain was pouring down upon the City, sending the night sky into torrents of lighting strikes. Deep within the woods were two graves resting side by side. Apparently, the graves had been dug, corpses buried and covered up again.

Kneeling before the graves was none other than Andrew who had just single handedly dug the graves and buried his parents. Now on his knees, he didn't feel any emotion. His mind was just clouded by one thing. Vengeance. Deep within him, he made a vow to himself. A vow that the horrible events of the night would never happen under his watch. The end of the reign of Werewolves in Central City had come to an end.

"I shall avenge you." He muttered, his mind firmed on those words. "Those beasts will pay!" Lightning bolts and thunder claps accompanied his statement.