It's a sunny day in the forest. Brown, in his furry attire and a backpack on his shoulders ambles through the trees alongside his bodyguard who's hellbent on wearing a suit.
"So here's the plan, werewolves sniff good, right? They're gonna sniff two dudes walking through the forest alone. Then they're gonna come for us, right? You think they're gonna come right?" Brown questions his genius plan.
His bodyguard ignores the question just walking beside him like he never heard it.
"So, when they come," Brown turns his backpack to his front then stoops down to open it. He pulls out a toy's carton and detaches it hastily. It's a drone designed in an all-green color scheme.
Brown pulls out the remote and let's it fly. "When they come after us, this drone is gonna explode at the far side of the forest. Do werewolves even get distracted?" He puts a hand to his chin in wonder and looks up to his bodyguard who remains mute, looking away from Brown with no emotions. I guess that's his way of being polite.
"I guess we're gonna find out." He gets back to his conversation. "So when it explodes it's gonna distract them, it's got to distract them. Obviously it will," Brown nods to himself in assurance. "Then they're gonna go after it, we grab the last guy stealthily as they race towards it and then I'd generate a mask and play him. Right?"
"Hmm," for the first time in a long while his bodyguard seem impressed.
"Alright, get ready for them," Brown commands in excitement.
...
On the other side of the forest Elsa and the squad return from their last mission. Their faces are sad and their bowels weak. They've failed themselves once again. Killing Kareem and Kathy would have at least postponed the war, they thought to themselves thinking the detectives were the only believers.
"Just ran out there like an coward who's out of control," Jena murmurs to herself, provoked.
"What're you talking about?" Charon questions her. "You've been mumbling to yourself since we lost the couple."
"It's about that stupid Elsa," Jena says out loud. "She just ran out their like a damn animal." She looks to Elsa, "No surprises, I've always known you for stupid."
Elsa is torn by rage, she charges towards Jena. Charon hastily enters their middle to separate the fight. And for a minute there they stare into each other's eyes with hatred attached to their glances like a logo. Elsa's body trembles, she's obviously sick of Jena's busybody and wishes for a chance to beat her properly.
"Stop it you guys," Charon yells at them aggressively. His calm has suddenly faded. "We screwed up the mission and now this. The humans are coming for us y'all. You think this is the time to fight our own selves?"
Elsa loosens up a little bit, but Jena, she's the devil in disguise, she looks at Elsa with eyes clearly expressing mockery. Elsa sights them but she let's slide, Charon actually made sense there.
"And Elsa, we all know it was your fault we lost those couples," Charon turns to face Elsa. "You better get ready for the blood bath that's coming." He walks ahead of them in his usual calm stroll.
The rest of the pack passes by her one by one until Jena, who smiles excessively at her, walks pass slowly in a troublesome visage. Elsa's lost in thought.
Teresa walks to her, "C'mon we've all made mistakes in our lives. Let's go." She crosses a hand over her shoulder and walks with her.
With the rest of the squad walking ahead of them, Teresa and Elsa stroll through the trees in a leisure walk, with arms crossed on each other's shoulders. Though walking quietly without any discussions, this is one of the moments they'd never forget. There's peace in quiet.
"Stop," Charon's voice raises a sense of concern in them. They look at each other at first, then lose hands to quickly join with their kind.
With the soldier he is Adonis decides to hunt for potential problems. He sniffs, "Something doesn't smell right?"
Charon takes a turn and sniffs, "Humans."
"Just two of them," Adonis completes.
"What do you say guys?" Charon questions the squad.
Adonis closes up to him. "We've got to report the matter to the chief. Our people need to know we failed so they can prepare..."
"Humans are afraid of us, Adonis. You heard the podcast," Charon interrupts. "This will be a walk in the park."
He sniffs again and in a second he runs through the trees in superhuman speed, as do the rest of them following his footsteps.
By now Brown and his bodyguard are already sick of waiting. They lie down under a partly brown/green mattress that pretty much matches the color flow of the forest and the grasses. The mattress is set besides a tree so their hipness makes it seem like they're small rocks by a tree.
"For Jake," Brown whispers to himself as he lie frustrated in boredom. "For Jake," he repeats, this time louder. "For..."
"Shhh," His bodyguard puts a finger on his lips. Brown moves the finger away odiously and looks up to him in surprise.
"You don't put..." the bodyguard quickly taps him, pointing him to the possibility of his plan; the werewolves were already there.
Charon and the rest of the werewolves are in hunter mode with fangs out looking for dinner, their eyes observing every bit of detail around them. Their feets beat upon the ground with keen delicacy while their claws grow longer for a smooth tearing of flesh.
They lurk around the area sniffing. Eventually, they're closing in on the sheet Brown and his bodyguard are covered in.
Brown taps his bodyguard's left shoulder and shows him the button. His bodyguard nods no at him, it's not yet time. Brown respectfully holds back but his anxiety seems to be building up.
Charon sniffs around the place and finally gives up. "There's nothing here."
"I knew it all along," Jena in her busybody, concludes. "Humans are afraid of us, they won't dare come out here to the woods."
Brown scoffs.
One of the guys ducks down and observes the mattress, "There's something strange about this rock."
Brown nervously hits the button and a loud explosion embraces the werewolves' ears. Charon runs towards it first in superspeed, then the rest of the werewolves joins in the race, except for the one man who ducked down, unfortunately for him he had made someone's plans successful.
Brown's bodyguard quickly sweeps him down with his leg which smashes him to a tree. As he lands on the tree the bodyguard gazes deeply into his eyes. The werewolf is instantly transfixed as his eyeballs equals with the bodyguard's. The humans being masters of fire, have developed this ability even to the psychic capacity. At least their most prided soldiers have.
On the inside, fire incinerates all of the creature's thoughts alongside his wants making him motionless like a mannequin. This is a form of hypnosis, a fiery form.
Brown quickly offloads the rest of the devices in his bag.
Meanwhile Charon reaches the spot and realizes it's just a toy. His ego dies and he gasps in relief. For Charon it's complicated, he loves the peace but something in him desperately wants to see how the war would go. Perhaps it's the voice of absolute freedom that calls to him. The freedom to roam through fine cities and do whatever his heart tells him to do instead of following orders and staying in hiding for fairly, the rest of his life.
He walks back to the way he came from and collides with his friends who were already charging towards the location on the explosion.
"It's just one of their toys," Charon tells disappointedly as he senses the tenseness on their faces. He walks pass them who still haven't relieved the shock by now.
Then at last, one by one they start walking pass each other following the way Charon took. Teresa on the other hand looks more worried, she checks all their faces as they pass by her one by one. "Where's..."
"Over here," Brown, now disguised as a member of their pack yells out to Teresa coming to join them from the front.
Her mind swiftly gets back to a state of relaxation. Brown joins their journey in his new undercover face which he had just stolen.
...
On the other side, Herod is seated with The Man, Jackson, Megan, and some few werewolf elders at a scary part of the forest. Scary in a sense that even the sun's light is filtered upon the area in that the shadows of the trees darken the area a little bit. The trees are shaped like spikes only a few of them blossom like normal forest trees. This is deep deep inside the forest.
Charon and the squad march in towards them in sad faces. Even their walking style displays the very badges of defeat.
"Tell me you had them. Tell me we don't need to worry about the podcast anymore," Herod showcases his hopes.
"They escaped," Charon's lips give sound after some seconds of total quietness.
"All of you together can't handle one human!" Herod explodes in rage giving up his seat.
"Dad it was all my fault," Elsa admits walking a little further from them.
"They could control water," Charon submits the bigger problem.
"Water!" Words fly beyond Herod's reach. He fears for what will befall all his people. It seems the humans have evolved beyond their knowledge over the years. And now at their weakest, they're existence have been announced to this human devils again.
They did everything they could to avoid this calamity, but now it comes, and worst of all there's no one to blame. No one to vent it on. No one but his own blood and bones.
As this thought ring Herod's head, Frederick comes from nowhere walking towards him wearing a angry grimace. He sure is glad to see the members of his pack return safely but he has other urgent matters in hand.
"Chief, our watchmen just confirmed that the humans are roaming the forest with jets and footed men," Fredrick reports. "This is time to prepare for a blood fest."
"Frederick. You've never seen the face of death. And war is death on a massive scale," Herod warns. "We would prepare to move," he looks at Fredrick face to face, "To escape."
Brown chuckles. "So then war is like death on steroids." He raises his head to see everyone staring at him flabbergastedly. "What? That was a great line."
Frederick ignores him. "Escape?" He repeats after Herod in a slight raise of tone. "They know about us and won't stop till we're totally annihilated."
"The kid might have a point," Megan interferes.
"Chief, you heard the podcast, the humans are afraid of us," Frederick fortifies his point.
As they continue talking Brown reverses slowly, one step at a time. This doesn't seem like a good time to play around, he thought to himself.
"I won't lead my people into a war. And that includes you," Herod decrees. "And Megan, I'm disappointed."
"Then why did you send Kevan and his pack to evade the human army that was sent to squander the cartel?" Frederick questions calmly but still enraged, this was his big point.
"Their mission was to watch and report. They chose otherwise," Herod defends his right. "Kevan will be punished. The rest of the men who carried out the act with him already are by death at the hands of the same humans you wish to go to war with."
"Hey you," The Man yells to Brown who stands away from the meeting on his way out of the area. "You look weird."
"C'mon second master," Brown responds casually with a sick assumption. "We're werewolves. We're built to look weird."
All their attentions dawn on him.
"Come here," The Man orders him standing up from his seat. "Come closer."
"Elsa," Brown raises his hand in the air. "He loves you. That's all I came to do."
Elsa's face suddenly beams with concern even though she's still confused of who Brown is talking about. Her mind starts conjoining details and clues.
At the same time, Frederick's face beams with memories. He turns to Jackson. "Why don't we ask Jackson how the human spy who was sent to the cartel escaped."
The tenseness in the room swiftly runs back and embraces Jackson as all the eyes rest on him.
Brown realized the attention is gone off him and tries to further push it away. "Yes Jackson, tell us how he escaped."
The tenseness returns back to Brown accompanied by all the eyes. In fear Brown hits his watch and a bike running on automatic comes to pick him up, he pulls of his mask and disappears into the trees.
Before anyone could fancy the idea of chasing him, Fredrick raises another question of concern.
"Why don't we ask him where he kept his bike on that day, in that very timeframe," Frederick continues his interview with Jackson, staring daggers at him.
The Man briefly switches person of suspicion. "Yeah Jackson, I remember you uncovered your bike but then we never saw it again...But you were still with us." The Man walks closer to Jackson mainly as a son. "Where did it go?"
All their attentions return to Jackson again. He reverses backwards slowly, by now he knows his been caught red-handed. There's something in his hand which he hides behind his back.
"Jackson," The Man's eyes melt in realization, it was obvious he has betrayed them. "How could you do this. I took you as my own son," The Man laments.
"What's that in his hands?" Adonis sparks an open debate.
They all stretch their necks to see. It makes beeping sounds with a red light shining on top of it. The beeping intensifies. Then boom, a jet comes over them like it's been standing wait all this while and as soon as it shows up it starts showering large fireballs over them in form of missiles.
In a moment of deep confusion, they run helter-skelter to take shelter in the trees. But who're trees amongst bombs?
Sooner other jets come to join in, the hands that built hell are now complete.
Herod holds Frederick's hand as the others scatter asunder, "Don't let Jackson escape."
"And the kid?" Frederick inquires.
"Kill them both."