‘It’s Jack Sir!’ he informed, ‘We have him, we have his location!’
He requested another team come to the house location to conduct a thorough search, knowing that he would be disciplined for contaminating the scene without authority. But he didn’t care, he could be dragging the Wolf to the cells tonight. He climbed into the van and began the journey, the sirens wailed from each vehicle as they ploughed through the roads, the snow battering the windscreens.
***
The headlights were dimmed, the flash from the camera startled Russell, temporarily blinding him. The image was removed and placed in his pocket. Richard held no conversation with the monster, he had nothing to ask or say, he wanted him to feel fear, he wanted to cause him pain. He stood in front of the limp beast, its feet mangled and purple. His frame cast a shadow upon Russell’s face, he looked up to connect with the man.
‘We’re the same….you and I, we enjoy causing pain!’ he spoke softly.
The fist connected with his chin, the next with his cheek. Richard threw powerful blows at the Wolf’s face, his cold knuckles burned as they landed upon the bone. Russell’s head was sent side to side as he absorbed the strikes. He spat the blood upon the snow and looked up to his attacker, he grinned, the sharp teeth on display. Richard reached down to the tools and retrieved the pliers, the click sound wiped the glare from the Wolf’s face as he tapped the grips together. He moved in, one hand gripped the damp black hair upon his head and yanked it backwards. The tool offered a grinding sound as they fought to grip the tooth, the beast’s mouth wide open, the blood and drool fell from the corners of his lips. Richard squeezed the handles tight and pulled hard, the monsters head fell forwards as the momentum pulled it down. The tooth was free, the red stuff poured from the ripped gum, the Wolf whimpered, keeping the cries of pain in his belly. Richard placed the tooth in his pocket with the picture, the pliers were positioned for another taking.
***
Jack’s mind burned with possibilities, he hoped that the Wolf had not yet completed the task. He wanted to catch him before another life could be taken. He cursed the weather, the tracks were dimly lit by the headlights, the ground caused the wheels to slip, the motion sent the occupants violently to one side as it straightened up again. Nathan had done it, he didn’t know how and he didn’t care. His friend had found the monster, now he would catch him and arrest him, seizing the killing spree. He imagined the Press Conference, the onlookers applauding his success, the families thanking him for ending the reign of terror. He thought about Lime’s expression as his dreams crumbled.
***
The grin no longer offered a frightening expression, the toothless smile was that of a drug addict, gums ridden with disease and infection. The teeth were kept as mementos. The ones he struggled to remove were broken from the pressure, snapped at the tips and appearing jagged and old. The Wolf spat the accumulated blood upon Richard, he smiled as he wiped it free.
‘Did that hurt?’
The Wolf panted hard, the saliva falling from his mouth.
‘I am still the Wolf, I have transformed already, you are too late!’
Richard listened to the words, he shook his head.
‘Wolf! You’re no fucking wolf, you’re a weak minded piece of shit…..a wolf would outsmart its prey, not weaken it. You think you have become, your appearance has a different resemblance!’
Russell tilted his head to the sky and howled, the offering surrounded them and Richard starred at the beast. He ended the calling as the sole of his boot came crashing down against the Wolf’s shoulder, the joint dislocating and bulging at the front. The howl was attempted again as he fought the pain, once again it was stopped, the other shoulder popped out of the socket, the clavicle snapped and ripped through the skin. He cried as the life escaped him.
Richard loosened one of the ties at the door handle, the dead arm fell to the ground. He moved to the next, pulling at the knot. The Wolf slumped to the cold ground, the knife cut through his clothing, revealing his beaten body to the cold climate. The rucksack was cut free from its place, the tape flapped in the wind. Richard grabbed the disabled arm and threaded it through one of the handles of the bag, he sat the beast upright, the whimpers escaped as mists of pain. The second loop accepted the damaged arm, the body flinched as the open fracture dug deep against the nerves. He pulled the straps down tight, the bag sat flush against the Wolf’s back. The remaining tape was sent around his waist and over the heavy backpack, it was secured in place.
The back doors of the van were opened and he dragged the limp body to one side. Richard moved quickly to the rear of his car, knowing he had little time left. He slid his arms under the hidden package in the boot, the blankets draped over it. He carried it slowly to the rear of the van, the weight caused his tired knees to buckle slightly. He placed the object down and removed the blankets, rolling them into a ball. He arranged the item and grabbed the camera, the flash filled the rear of the vehicle with light. He retrieved the Wolf’s mask from the floor and showed it to Russell, his eyes met the thing he had created, the fear showed as his wet eyes glistened. Richard climbed into the back next to the still body and placed the mask over its head. The new Wolf held no life, the dried blood coated its chest. The head fell to one side as the extra weight unbalanced it. The flash of the lens caught the image, the doors slammed together as they were closed. He dragged the dying man to the boot and lifted him in, the rucksack adding much more weight. The door was closed and the light extinguished. Richard gathered his tools and placed them below his daughter’s feet, the larger items were sat behind his seat. He climbed into the driver’s side and started the engine, the warm air pulsed through the vents, Megan shifted slightly, her mind exhausted. The car was reversed out from the mouth of the wood. He decided to follow the unused track, knowing the police would be approaching soon.
***
The sirens echoed through the surrounding woods, the red and blue lights cast upon the sleeping trees. The track was located, the front vehicle passing it. Jack ordered them to turn around, the hunch in his stomach told him to turn off the road and follow the multiple tyre marks. The snow fell hard, the track slowly being covered by the icy powder. The headlights from Jack’s vehicle illuminated the rear doors of the van.
‘That’s it…..that’s the fucking van!’ he shouted, his door opened before the vehicle had stopped, he was eager to climb out. The teams moved in on foot, he ordered some to push through the woods, to circle the area and seal it off. His torch shaking, he pointed it towards the driver’s side, sneaking slowly to view the inside. It was empty, the door pulled open, creaking as it reached its extremities. The light danced rapidly passed the seats and steering wheel. The clunk from the rear doors startled him, he leaned into the vehicle, looking behind the driver’s seat. The darkness had swallowed the sleeping occupant, his torch landed upon the mask and his heart jumped.
‘The back, he’s in the back!’ He climbed down, the riot shields poised in position, batons held high to strike. He gripped one handle; the young office had the other. He nodded and the contents were revealed. The body was beaten and naked. The blood was dark as it clung to the skin. The Wolf’s mask, tilted to one side, the large teeth showing its grin.
***
The car sat idling, the engine rocking steadily. The snow covered the windscreen as the wipers were turned off. He allowed the white powder to build its self upon the glass, an obstruction to hide his daughter’s eyes. He climbed from the seat, the door pushing against him under the strain of the wind. The boot was open, the Wolf lay upon his side. Their eyes met, Richard noticed the difference in the ones that gazed back, he had seen it before. He grabbed the man and pulled him up to his shoulder, the weight caused his body to lean to one side. The Wolf
