Chapter 26 Finished

"I knew we should have stayed at mom's, Candace!" Max said, agitated by gun fire and Lucky's sudden burst back into the house.

"Where's your gun, Max?!" Candace asked.

"I left it at mom's! I thought we wouldn't run into anything so I left it there. Damn!" Max said, upset that he made such a terrible mistake. "Now that werewolf is... "

"Max!" Lucky yelled, causing him to snap out of the depressed moment.

"Crying about it isn't helping!" Lucky said. "The thing's outside the door and I'm low!"

The werewolf howled, again.

Candace backed away from Lucky and the windows.

"What do we do Lucky?! You're the expert!" She said.

"Calling the cops won't do any good!" Lucky responded.

"Well I'm calling them anyway! " Said Max, grabbing the phone and dialing the number.

"Hello! We!" Max said as Lucky flew to the floor with the door landing on top of him.

Candace screamed.  Max dropped the phone and dashed over next to his sister.

In the doorway stood a furry black beast peering inside at them.

"Lucky!" Max yelled, looking the animal up and down noticing a large scar on it's abdomen.  "It's the same one. It has that scar you talked about! Get up Lucky!" Max yelled.

The door wobbled as Lucky moved under it causing the werewolf to notice at what was on the floor in front of it. It reached down and grabbed the door and threw it aside and growled at Lucky as he turned over, aimed the gun at the beast and fired shot after shot into it, while getting a good look at it's scarred belly.

The sudden blow of ammunition captured the werewolf off guard and forced it to back out of the entrance and run away.

The neighborhood seemed quieter than usual. As Lucky tracked the monster into the woods, using what moonlight he had.  He could hear deep breathing coupled with slight growls and wheezing. He knew he had hit it this time. And this time was another time that he couldn't back down from what he knew best.

"I know it's you Damien!" Lucky yelled. "You're one of the specials as I call them! One of those that don't need the moon! And you have that scar! Only thing I can put together is that nice family on the wall behind Jan's desk, you wanted to finish what you didn't finish when we were children!" He said as he continued to follow the sounds in front of him.

Slowly the werewolf changed back into a man, Damien, the company photographer. He held his belly trying to keep the agony of being shot several times at bay.  He stopped at a tree, breathing heavily, he sat down, resting on his knees and leaned against the tree.  He looked up into the dark canopy of the tree tops and tried to find the moon but all he could see was dark and a little bit of starlight. 

Blood spewed from his mouth as he coughed, unable to be quiet.  Soon, footsteps, smashing fallen leaves and twigs got louder and then they stopped.

"A model citizen, huh?" Lucky said. "I've waited lifetimes to capture you." He said. "You don't know how you've changed my life."

"Our life." Candace said as Max shown flashlight on the blood drenched man.

"Did you bring some rope, Max?" Lucky asked.

"No. I brought chain. Let's get him out of here." He responded.

"Good." Lucky said. "With those kind of wounds he won't be changing any more tonight."

"What are you going to do with him? He attacked us. He killed Babe." Candace said, holding the flashlight as they wrapped him in chain and pad locked it tight.

"Take him to the Dungeon. He already has company there. The government will handle them." Lucky answered.

"That's it. Give him to D. C. and walk away. He killed our little sister." She said.

"No. What he is killed our little sister. The two are different although they are one." Lucky said defending the chained man.

"I hate you." Candace said to the wounded man. "All of you."

" Come on. Let's go." Lucky said, helping him to his feet. "A model citizen." Lucky said again. "Move it."

The trek out of the forest was filled with the grumbling photographer aching with each step.

Lucky knew that once again he had done the area justice once more. To have another werewolf off the streets would prove beneficial in the future.  He just wasn't sure how his family was going to handle life now that the beast that attacked them years ago was now in custody.  Human or werewolf, they were always known as beasts no matter how docile their human nature was.  Their werewolf being was strong, hideous, and dangerous. The more that could be chained and padlocked then thrown in the Dungeon, the safer the neighborhoods would be.

Lucky heard Candace sniffling as they walked out of the forest. He knew what her tears were all about. He felt some begin to well in his own eyes.

"Babe is happy now." Lucky said.

"You think so?" Candace asked.

"Yeah." Lucky said, he and Max holding on to the photographer as they walked him out of the forest.

"I just wanted to finish what I began." Damien said, blood thick in his mouth.

"Well guess what mister," Max said.

"The Rivals finished it for you." Said Lucky as they stepped onto the pavement, out of the forest.